#also lilith is wearing the new kit

[bunnithechubs]

Pleasantly Broke Dreaming

[queen-of-deans-booty]

A Big Misunderstanding

Pairing: Lucifer x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: relationship angst, giving the silent treatment, fluff at the end

Request by anon: I wanted to ask for spn lucifer x reader…they are married she would have been a hunter in the past, but she left the business with him, "giving up" on being the devil, and they actually like live normal life…once she gives him the silent treatment because he was "mean" to sam and dean (they are like brothers), and he just He does little things to kind of get her off her chest so she can talk to him (even if it's shouting), and when she tries to do or fix the little things he did/ or broken but without talking to him yet he just goes to the guys (the brothers, cass and jack) for help and apologizes just to make it up to her!!! (the boys make fun of him but he accepts defeat because not talking to her is worse than having people irritate him

Summary: Your passion is sewing and you love to make clothes and blankets for people, especially the Winchesters whom you consider to be family. When you overhear a conversation you shouldn't have heard, you get pissed enough at Lucifer to give him the silent treatment. Best thing? He has no idea what he's done but he'll try hard to make it right.

Square Filled: never go to bed on an argument for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Three down only ten more to go. You have a lot of people who want to buy dresses from you so you’re slowly making your way through the list of orders from people. You’re only on the first order but you’ve gotten done three of the thirteen items they wanted. Sewing and making clothes and blankets is your dream. You love making things people can wear or snuggle with, and you’ve always had this passion ever since you could write.

You’d draw your designs and show your mom who was also a seamstress for a clothing store. She entertained your ideas and gave you a small sewing kit that you’d use to make your Barbie’s clothes. She was so impressed that she got you into sewing classes as soon as possible. You started off making small things like gloves, oven mitts, baby clothes, and other easy projects before working your way up to the harder items.

Now, you have your own business that is run by you and only you, and you work out of your home. You don’t have the money to buy a big store or hire employees. Plus, you kind of like doing it all by yourself. At least you can look at someone wearing your clothes and say, “Yes, I made that all on my own.” or “They’re wearing an original Y/N.”. You pour love and pride into every piece you make and it shows.

The door opens and your husband walks in with a look of confusion.

“Have you been here all day?”

You look at him like you were just caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“I have orders to make.”

“Being in your room all day isn’t going to help you. You need to get out and move around.” You know he’s right, and your ass is hurting from sitting all day. You nod in agreement and get up, setting your project aside for now. “Come on, let’s go on a walk.”

Never did you think you’d ever go on a brisk walk with the actual devil. The neighborhood you live in is very mellow so you go a few laps around it.

“Want to hear what I’m working on?”

“Sure.”

“So, Janice across the street asked for baby clothes for her daughter’s kid, Bruce and David want some slacks for David’s new job next month, and Ruby from the diner wants a blanket. Ooh! What if I make us another blanket?”

“Darling, we have eighty blankets in the house already.”

“And?”

“We have enough,” Lucifer laughs and kisses the top of your head.

Who is he and what has he done with your husband? He is so not the man you met years ago. He was so much harder and meaner than he is now. After Sam killed Lilith and brought the devil out of the cage, he was one of the meanest men you’ve ever met. His behavior and attitude were atrocious.

It didn’t get any better even after Sam let him in so he could trap him in the cage with Adam and Michael. The cage stayed closed for five years until Amara was released because Dean got his Mark removed from his arm by the Book of the Damned. Lucifer convinced Castiel that he could possess him so that he could leave the cage, and he wreaked havoc on the world because of it. After Amara expelled him from Castiel’s body, he disappeared for a while. He decided that he was going to be done with all this shit.

That’s when you came back into his life. He met you again after he had come to terms with living a simple life. Sam and Dean had pissed you off enough that you wanted to be solo for a while, and you and Lucifer formed a relationship. The Winchesters weren't thrilled to hear you had a thing for the devil, but they trusted you enough to know what you were doing.

You had scammed your way into a very nice resort where he was staying and hit it off. Eventually, you got married to him. You’re not a hunter anymore, he’s not the devil anymore, it’s just you and him until death parts you. Lucifer’s changed behavior is all because of you. Before you, he was angry at the world for what his dad did to him but after you, he wanted to live for you and for you only.

Only after you’ve finished with all of your commissions, you start working on some stuff for the Winchesters. Winter is coming up, and the Bunker has a terrible heating system. You figured they could use a few extra jackets, shirts, and blankets.

They gave you a key to the Bunker should you ever need to use it, so you let yourself in carrying the clothes. Sam and Dean are talking to someone in the library so they don’t notice you coming down the metal staircase in the war room. Suddenly, Lucifer’s voice is heard, and you look at the entryway in confusion. Why is he here? What does he want from the brothers?

“I can’t trust you to do anything! You two are brainless, hairless apes who have no idea what the fuck you’re doing!”

“Maybe next time give us better instruction,” Dean argues.

“God, you had one job and you managed to fuck that up. Typical,” he scoffs.

Why is he being so mean to Sam and Dean? You’re hurt he’d say such vile and mean things to the two men you consider family. You leave the clothes on one of the control panels before leaving the Bunker quickly. You don’t let them know you were ever here. If Lucifer wants to resort to who he was before, then he can but you’re not going to stand by him.

Lucifer comes home hours later in a good mood. You’re in the kitchen cooking food for yourself when he enters. He frowns when he sees enough food for one person in the pan.

“Is that food for both of us?” he asks. You don’t answer him and continue to cook in silence. “Y/N?” Still, no answer. “Darling, are you okay?” No answer. “Are you ignoring me? What did I do?” Again, no answer. “Y/N?”

You don’t go to bed that night because you and Lucifer have a thing where you never go to bed on an argument. Instead, you make more clothes. Lucifer didn’t go to bed either mostly because he kept thinking about why you’re ignoring him. What did he do to piss you off? In the morning, he goes to the room where you make your clothes to try and talk to you but finds the door is locked.

“Y/N, open the door.” No answer. He can hear your sewing machine so he knows you’re in there. “Come on, darling, open the door.”

He is at a loss for words because he doesn’t understand what he did to make you like this. He gives you the space you need for the morning, but you need food eventually so you leave the room in search of some. Lucifer is in the kitchen when you get there but you make no move to acknowledge him.

Lucifer is drinking some water and reading a newspaper. He finishes the water before dropping the glass on the ground. The glass shatters and he watches your reaction to it. He doesn’t care if all you’re going to do is yell at him. He just wants you to do something. You pause and look at the glass on the ground before grabbing the broom. You don’t say a word as you clean it up and throw it away.

“I just broke a glass! You should be pissed at me. Yell at me! Something!” Lucifer gasps. Again, you don’t respond to him. “Fuck!” He walks over to you and points his finger in your face but doesn’t actually touch you. He knows you fucking hate this which is why he’s doing it. He’s such a fucking child. “I’m not touching you. You can’t get mad at me because I’m not touching you.”

You stand still and wait for him to be done before moving around him and heading back to your room to sew. Lucifer doesn't know what to do so he visits the Winchesters in search of answers. Castiel and Jack are in the room, too. Great, more people to witness this humiliation.

“Here to berate us some more?” Dean asks.

“I need your help,” he sighs.

“What?”

“I said I need your help.”

Before Sam can answer, Dean cuts in.

“Sorry, let me just take in this moment. You need us. Isn’t that something?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“No, I definitely will.”

“What do you need?” Sam asks.

“Y/N isn’t talking to me. She’s ignoring me and I have no idea what I did to piss her off. What do I do? I don’t care if she yells at me. I need her to do something.”

“Sorry, can’t help you there, buddy,” Dean shrugs.

“Does she know you’re an ass?” Castiel asks seriously.

“Yeah, let’s make fun of me. Seriously, you’re so funny.” Lucifer mocks laughs in their faces, ready to punch the shit out of them. “What do I do?”

“Have you tried apologizing?” Jack asks.

“I don’t know what I should be apologizing for.”

“It doesn’t matter. All women want to hear is that you’re sorry. Try that. It might get her talking,” Dean sighs.

Lucifer goes home with more questions than answers. Still, he thinks about their words the whole way home. When he gets there, you’re in the living room watching one of your shows. As soon as you know he’s there, you tense and turn the volume up on the TV. He walks around to face you but you don’t look at him.

“Darling, I am so sorry.”

“For what?” you ask and look at him.

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer but nothing comes out. You scoff as you get up from the couch. You go to leave the room but Lucifer is hot on your heels.

“I am sorry, but you can’t expect me to read your mind to figure out why you’re so pissed at me. You have to communicate, darling. What did I do?”

“You berated Sam and Dean and put them down for what? ‘You two are brainless, hairless apes who have no idea what the fuck you’re doing!’ Does that ring a bell? You treat them like shit.”

“I’ve said worse things to them.” You cross your arms angrily. “Look, I am sorry. I have a really bad temper, and I was trying to surprise you with something. I needed their help getting it but they did it wrong. It pissed me off because I wanted it to be perfect for you.”

“What is it?”

Lucifer takes you to one of the unfinished rooms in the house. You never got around to actually finishing it, but Lucifer has been working on it without you knowing. You walk in and gasp at what you see. Machines are lined up on the back wall, rolls and rolls of fabric hang off tubes, mannequins are in the other corner, and everything else you need to have a successful sewing business.

“I wanted it to be perfect and I took it out on them. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

You rush into the room and admire everything he’s done for you. He’s trying to apologize but you’re too busy being excited.

“Is this all for me?!”

“Yeah, everything,” he smiles. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!!”

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Not talking to you was killing me.”

Lucifer pulls you into him and kisses you, glad to have overcome this with you.

x

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[snowandwolves]

hihihihihhi it's lengthy ask anon i am running off of too little sleep (nightmares still ugh) but also good news which is a danger combination lol

so part of how i've been dealing with my sleeplessness is rereading some of the lighthouse au until i finally feel fine enough to go back to sleep. so! questions. that you don't have to answer. really!

why did Bea never know she talks in her sleep? also, does Ava ever try to have a full on conversation with her?

Cam and Ava talk about the benefits of hugging a tree and with all the pine reference i have to know: has Ava ever hugged a pine tree??

when Mary almost asks Ava about moving in with Bea, do you think Bea had talked about it with her friends beforehand? like a am-i-being-too-lesbian worry?

what's something Bea and Ava eventually fight about? (and do they follow that "order" for making up)

do you think Chanel ever designs something for Jillian? how about Ava?

from last time - how you handled the main plot and subplots was amazing - did you have one of those (*virtual?) murder board-esque things to help visualize things? (*i'd never thought of using notion for fiction work!!)

i think i've reached my caffeine limit for the day i hope you are getting better sleep than i am! here's to having the crispiest vegetable of your preference! (i.e. not celery lol)

I’M ALIVE AND STILL EMPLOYED IDK HOW BUT OK 💀 hi hello, lengthy ask anon. how’s the nightmares? i hope they’ve left you alone? am i gonna have to have a Serious Talk with whichever god’s in charge of that? 😤 pls lemme know. but! i sincerely hope you’ve been sleeping since you sent this 🥺

and now (finally, idk how long it’s been), answers!

1. this… is a good question LMAO maybe no one brought it up to her cos she might get embarrassed? OR bea wakes up too early for anyone to catch her in the act 😂 and yes, i’d think ava would definitely try to have a full conversation with her like “bea, bea, what’s the weather like” and bea just randomly spouts temperature numbers and sea condition. or like “bea what’s your favorite sex position?”, which ends up with bea having a rather scandalous dream, much to ava’s amusement 😂

2. i’d say yes!!! except she hugs the smaller ones and ends up with pine needles everywhere. bea’s exasperated but ava just shrugs and says, “worth it.” on that note, hug a tree people. it’s fucking soul-healing.

3. oh, definitely. camila gives her twinkle eyes, mary’s like “what the fuck does that even mean, too lesbian”, and lilith doesn’t even dignify it all with a response 😂 which is to say… her friends weren’t any help at all.

4. i think it’d be something simple cos they’re good at talking to each other about their feelings. so stuff like ava leaving her shoes a mess by the front door, which means beatrice keeps tripping on them, or bea’s tendency to overpack, which almost makes them late for their trips. they’d snipe at each other because they’re human (bea: “what’s so difficult about putting your shoes away, ava?” and ava: “what the hell would you need a sewing kit for, bea?”) and probably get too irritated until one of them realizes it’s a ridiculous thing to fight about. probably won’t always make up through sex because bea got a concussion the last time she tripped on ava’s shoes and there was no time for even a quickie when they almost missed their flight, but someone will make a joke and they’ll laugh about it at least. (this… got unintentionally soft 😂)

5. omg, yes!!! what if they attend a gala and ava’s whole fam is wearing chanel’s clothes? literally A+++ publicity and just about launches chanel in the spotlight 😌 jillian in a suit and ava in a dangerous dress, what more can you ask for 🔥

6. lengthy ask anon, i had notion and phone notes and paper charts and i even tried using this free mind mapping thing just to keep track of everything 😂 i went full-on type A on this thing. i even had a mood board. and a playlist. and 2847293 drafts. i have so much content idk what to do with these now 💀

lettuce! i’ve been having so much lettuce! but omg pls, i really hope you’re sleeping well now 🥺 as always, thank you so, so much for this! literally the best thing to do after somehow crawling out of hell LMAO

[whyhellosims]

I was very hopeful about the new kit because I hoped the clothes would fit Felicia’s frame a little better. Alas, my hopes were misplaced, but I guess it’s not as bad as it could’ve been. At least there is no dreaded “cock pop” in the groin. Also, please enjoy this pic of Felix in a watermelon shirt because juicy boys get juicy shirts 😜

More stuffs under the cut

The skirt fits nicely, but the tops weirdly compress The Girls

Why we droopy babes? Nothing wrong with it, but those aren’t the usual for Mama.

Lilith giving a femme frame fit to compare.

Yeah, Felicia still gets the old floats, but at least with the shape of the dress it isn’t as noticeable?

Little extra of Felicia wearing the blouse I made her and the masc-frame skirt that actually fits correctly.

[28onlythebrave]

'The Wicked Powers' theory regarding the plot based on Arthurian legend

I was looking for some infos about twp and i found this:

I had completely forgotten about this info CC gave us and because I have recently studied the Arthurian legend, I decided to look more into it. I think one of the most interesting things about the Arthurian legend is the Sword In The Stone/Excalibur.

Excalibur is the legendary sword of King Arthur, sometimes also attributed with magical powers or associated with the rightful sovereignty of Britain. It was associated with the Arthurian legend very early on. Excalibur and the Sword in the Stone (the proof of Arthur's lineage) are in some versions said to be different, though in most incarnations they are the same. In Welsh, it is called Caledfwlch. It was forged at the Isle of Avalon.

In Arthurian romance, a number of explanations are given for Arthur's possession of Excalibur. In Robert de Boron's Merlin, the first tale to mention the "sword in the stone", Arthur obtained the British throne by pulling a sword from an anvil sitting atop a stone that appeared in a churchyard on Christmas Eve. In this account, as foretold by Merlin, the act could not be performed except by "the true king," meaning the divinely appointed king or true heir of Uther Pendragon. As Malory related in his most famous English-language version of the Arthurian tales, the 15th-century Le Morte d'Arthur: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born." After many of the gathered nobles try and fail to complete Merlin's challenge, the teenage Arthur (who up to this point had believed himself to be son of Sir Ector, not Uther's son, and went there as Sir Kay's squire) does this feat effortlessly by accident and then repeats it publicly.

The identity of this sword as Excalibur is made explicit in the Prose Merlin, part of the Lancelot-Grail cycle of French romances (the Vulgate Cycle). In the Vulgate Mort Artu, when Arthur is at the brink of death he orders Griflet to throw the sword into the enchanted lake; after two failed attempts (as he felt such a great sword should not be thrown away), Griflet finally complies with the wounded king's request and a hand emerges from the lake to catch it. This tale becomes attached to Bedivere instead of Griflet in Malory and the English tradition. However, in the Post-Vulgate Cycle and consequently Malory, early in his reign Arthur breaks the Sword from the Stone while in combat against King Pellinore, and then is given Excalibur by a Lady of the Lake in exchange for a later boon for her (some time later, she arrives at Arthur's court to demand the head of Balin). Malory records both versions of the legend in his Le Morte d'Arthur, naming both swords as Excalibur. In some tellings, Excalibur's scabbard was also said to have powers of its own, as any wounds received while wearing the scabbard would not bleed at all, thus preventing the death of the wearer. For this reason, Merlin chides Arthur for preferring the sword over the scabbard, saying that the latter was the greater treasure. In the later romance tradition, including Le Morte d'Arthur, the scabbard is stolen from Arthur by his half-sister Morgan le Fay in revenge for the death of her beloved Accolon during the Fake Excalibur plot and thrown into a lake, never to be found again. This act later enables the death of Arthur, deprived of magical protection, many years later in his final battle.

Now, do you see the connections there?

The sword

There are many important swords in tsc such as, Cortana, Heosphoros, Pheosphoros and The Mortal Sword.

Cortana is based on the legendary sword Curtana, attributed to Ogier the Dane and the legendary knight Tristan. The real sword, Curtana, also known as the "Sword of Mercy", is a ceremonial sword used at the coronation of British kings and queens and is one of the Crown Jewels of the United Kingdom. Cortana is owned by Emma Carstairs.

Heosphoros is a family sword of the Morgensterns, Clary was in possession of it until she used it to kill Sebastian and the Heavenly Fire destroyed it. However, both Heosphoros and Pheosphoros (which was owned by Valentine and then Sebastian) still exist in Thule and Janus is in possession of both of them, in fact, Heosphoros was likely never even owned by the Clary Fairchild of that world, nor was it used on Sebastian. Janus took possession of the sword at one point and began to wield it, and then he took the sword and Sebastian's Phaesphoros with him to Ash’s world (aka the “real” world).

The Mortal Sword also known as the Soul-Sword, Maellartach, and Angel Blade, is the second of the Mortal Instruments given by Angel Raziel to Jonathan Shadowhunter. The Soul-Sword is primarily used to compel Nephilim to tell the truth, mostly during trials. Shadowhunters who wish to have their claims tested and proved may submit themselves to "trial by the Sword," during which a suitable judge, often a Silent Brother, sometimes the Consul or Inquisitor, wields the sword and places it in the hands of the deponent, where it adheres and cannot be removed until the judge wills it. Downworlders and mundanes cannot be compelled by the Soul-Sword, thus preventing the Sword from becoming used by the Shadowhunters as a general tool for interrogation.

The Sword can also have a dark purpose, if intended. Originally, the alliance of the Soul-Sword is seraphic, its power drawn from Angel Raziel himself. However, Valentine Morgenstern discovered an ancient spell to reverse the alliance from angelic to demonic, through a process called the Ritual of Infernal Conversion, where the Sword is seethed until red-hot and cooled four times in the blood of Downworld children: a child of Lilith, a child of the moon, a child of the night, and a child of the fey. With its demonic alliance, the Sword can be used to summon demons and allows its bearer to have control over them.

In September 2012, the Sword was used to question Annabel Blackthorn, who subsequently used it to kill Robert Lightwood and Livvy Blackthorn. It was shattered when Emma struck it with Cortana. Emma and Julian later acquired a version of the sword from Thule, claiming that the Iron Sisters had repaired it and used it to force Horace Dearborn to tell the truth about his involvement with the Unseelie Court and his schemes to gain the position of Consul.

I believe that in twp we will see more of Heosphoros and Pheosphoros in use, but I also think we’ll have a new enchanted weapon, one that will rapresent Excalibur. But if the sword is a parallel with Excalibur, then who is Arthur? In my opinion, the owner of this enchanted weapon will be Kit Herondale and let me tell you why. Arthur was a normal teenage boy who wasn’t aware of his lineage until he pulled the sword out of an anvil. We have three main characters in twp, Kit, Ty and Dru. Guess who is the only one who didn’t know he was a shadowhunter and wasn’t aware of his lineage? Kit. Also, the Arthurian legend is Welsh folklore. Which shadowhunter family is of Welsh orings? Yeah, the Herondales.

I assume The Mortal Sword will once again come in hand, except that this time it's a thule version of it. Also, the only other person who has an analogue arc to Kit's is Clary, and that's why I think the both of them will play a big role in the killing of Janus. Especially if you think about when Jace was once killed with the mortal sword by Valentine.

The lake

In a version of the legend where the sword of the stone and Excalibur are two different blades, Arthur breaks the sword of the stone and is given Excalibur by the Lady of the Lake at the enchanted lake.

The correlation here is obvious, the enchanted lake in tsc is Lake Lyn, also known as the mortal mirror of mortal glass. Ingesting the lake's waters can be poisonous to Nephilim, but it has no effect on Downworlders. Faeries have been known to drink from the lake, saying that it gives them true vision; for the Nephilim, the water causes hallucinations and may even drive them to madness. Among the Fair Folk, the lake is known as the Lake of Dreams or Mirror of Dreams.

The Lady of the Lake is a name used by several fairy-like enchantresses in the Matter of Britain, the body of medieval literature and mythology associated with the legend of King Arthur. They play pivotal roles in many stories, including providing Arthur with the sword Excalibur, eliminating Merlin, raising Lancelot after the death of his father, and helping to take the dying Arthur to Avalon. Different sorceresses known as the Lady of the Lake appear concurrently as separate characters in some versions of the legend since at least the Post-Vulgate Cycle and consequently the seminal Le Morte d'Arthur, with the latter describing them as a hierarchical group, while some texts also give this title to either Morgan or her sister.

The Lady resides in an enchanted realm, an otherworld the entry to which is disguised as an illusion of a lake. I think she may be in fact the Seelie Queen. It would make total sense for it to be her because of her correlation with Kit (the only known living descendant of the First Heir of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts), Ash Morgenstern (the son she had with Sebastian, who is half shadowhunter and half faerie) and Janus (whom she has an alliance with).

According to her backstory in the Vulgate Merlin, the Lady of the Lake was a daughter of the knight Dionas (Dyonas) and a niece of the Duke of Burgundy. She was born in Dionas' domain of Briosque in the forest Brocéliande. Which takes us to the next point.

The forest

Brocéliande, earlier known as Brécheliant and Brécilien, is a legendary enchanted forest that had a reputation in the medieval European imagination as a place of magic and mystery. Brocéliande is featured in several medieval texts, mostly related to the Arthurian legend and the characters of Merlin, Morgan le Fay, the Lady of the Lake, and some of the Knights of the Round Table.

Here too the correlation is obvious, the forest in Idris is called Brocelind. In September 2012, a portion, specifically the center, of the Brocelind Forest was blighted with dark magic by the forces of the Unseelie King, making the area a space where Nephilim runes and adamas-weapons would be ineffective. Making it, in fact, an echanted forest, like in the legend.

Soooo these were some of my thoughts, if you found something more please let me know cause I really like all of this lol.

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Ghost Term Guide for Fanfiction (Incomplete)

I’ve been sitting on this for a while but here is a small guide for Ghost fans who are writing fiction :) 

I noticed there are a LOT of very specific terms that might be confusing to new members when it comes to fandom lingo- on top of there being a lot of religious garbs and other terminology! This is something I just made in my spare time with research. 

I will reblog and update this every so often. This is also just from MY personal research, but I will try to keep it as accurate and informed as possible.

Thanks! 

Religious Garb:

(Note: A quick reminder that all of these garments can be subjected to various changes depending on the exact faith they are being used for. I tried to keep this as close to western Catholic and Christianity for the sake of simplicity and to match the exact religious themes used by the band.)

Alb - A typical priest’s robe or tunic, often plain and white. Usually long sleeved and ankle length with minimum decoration to symbolize purity. Sometimes worn plain or with a cincture. Albs are also worn over cassocks but under important vestments like the chasuble. (Papa III’s alb is the garment he wears with the lace gold sleeves under his chasuble.)

Amice - A white, square shaped linen cloth worn over the shoulders and under the alb or other vestments. In the middle ages it also served as a hood or cap. Typically worn during mass or new baptisms. 

Balaclava - Also called a ski mask or a bally. A head fitting cloth mask that usually has the mouth or eyes cut out. Typically worn under helmets of costume masks. (Used by nameless Ghouls under their masks.)

Bauta Mask - a style of Venetian Carnival mask. Marked by having no mouth, a full covering for the face, and a pointed chin and jaw line. (Black ones worn by the Era II Nameless Ghouls.) 

Biretta - A Square cap characterized by having three to four peaks and sometimes decorated with a decorative tuft. A cap’s color can also designate rank within a clergy: Red for Cardinals, Purple for Bishops, and Black for priests. Worn both for and outside of ceremony. (See Cardinal Copia’s pointed hat.)

Cappello Romano - (also called a Saturno) a wide brimmed hat with no ceremonial purpose. Just used as a sun hat when paired with a cassock. Designs change depending on the rank of the wearer. Popes typically wear red with gold detail. Black is the typical color for eveyone. 

Cassock

Chasuble

Cincture 

Clerical Collar 

Crosier

Ferula - or “Papal Ferula” is that staff carried and used only by the Pope, decorated with a knob on the top and a cross. (See Papa II’s staff with the Grucifex on top.) 

Habit - Clothing uniform worn by members of a religious order. In this case, a nun’s dress. 

Mitre - The ceremonial headdresses worn by Bishops and Abbots. Characterized by a pointed, two sided structure that is decorated at the base with lappets. Also worn by Cardinals and the Pope. Three different types exist and are all done for very different occasions. Mitres are typically white with varying degrees of decoration for the occasion. (See all the mitres worn by each Papa.) 

Rochets - a shorter, white linen tunic that is used by Cardinals and Bishops that is worn over the cassock. It has narrower sleeves and is often decorated with white lace or embroidery on the sleeves and ends of the garment. In Catholicism it is only worn by these higher clergymen and prelates as choir dress, as given permission to them by the Pope.  

Stole

Surplice 

Vestments - Term for ceremonial clothing or clothing symbolizing religious office worn during service. Think Chasubles, stoles, etc. 

Wimple - headdress or veil worn by nuns. 

Zucchetto - A silky skullcap that resembles a hemispherical beret. They are colored based on rank. Retired and acting popes wear white, cardinals wear scarlet, Archbishops/bishops/abbots wear amaranth, and priests and deacons wear black. 

Items:

Athame - Ritualistic dagger, often decorative and considered sacred. 

Host/Communion Wafer 

Pew 

Thurible 

Ranks/Titles:

Mother Superior

Nun

Church based Locations:

Abbey

Cathedral 

Cloister

Parish

Pulpit

Sacristy

Catholic/Religious Terms:

Canon/Canon Law

Clergy - All ordained members that perform the duties of a religious organization. 

Conclave

Confession

Congregation 

Doctrine

Delict

Ecclesial Law  

Epicospal 

Eucharist 

Excommunication 

Faculty 

Laicization

Laity - Non-ordained members of a religious organization, also known as laypersons/laymen/laywomen. 

Liturgy 

Liturgical

Mass

Ministry

Ordinance

Ordinary 

Penance 

Prelate - a high ranking clergy member or church dignitary with authority over a jurisdiction. Usually an Ordinary in the church. Typically an abbot, bishop, or cardinal.  

Province 

Rite 

Ritual

Sacrament

Seminary

Superior 

Vespers

Satanic/Luciferian Terms:

Demon

Important Figures/Demons:

Baphomet

Lilith

Lucifer

Mammon

Satan

Ghost Exclusive/Contextual Terms:

Nameless Ghouls - the masked and nameless members of the band that serve under Papa. Always instruments or back up vocals. 

Grucifex - The play on the Ghost Grucifex. The official symbol of the band and the clergy. An upside down cross decorated with a ‘G’ for Ghost. 

Ghuleh

Papa - The head of the Clergy and the Ghost project. Essentially an Anti-pope and unholy leader of the ministry. Also the lead singer of the band. 

Prime Mover - In lyrics, the title given to the nun who will go on to birth the Antichrist. In fandom terms it is often given to the mothers of the Emeritus line. 

Ritual - The name given to the band’s concerts. 

Sisters/Brothers/Siblings/Children of Sin - The members of the congregation of the Church of Ghost. 

Fan Made Accepted Terms or Definitions:

Kit(s) - Juvenile/Infant Ghouls

[stupid-stew]

Boiling Rain

my finger slipped again oopsies idk if this is 100% in character but like what if eda kicked lilith out right away and ended up regretting it later

There was nothing worse than a knock on the door for Eda. Especially not in the middle of the night, during a boiling rain storm, when she was fresh out of magic, and she had a kid in the house, and there was no hooty noise to warn her beforehand. What was he up to?

Eda was still new at defending herself without her magic, but she knew her way around a bat, just ask that guy at the bar from her 20’s and his massive medical bill. Whatever she thought, laughing to herself, that jerk deserved it, no medical bill was larger than his ego. Bat in her left hand, doorknob in her right, she simultaneously swung the door open and raised the bat into a defensive position, ready to strike, that is until…

“Lily?”

What she saw before her definitely wasn’t her sister, but that was Lilith on her doorstep. Well kind of, Lilith collapsed in front of her, drenched in steaming water, clearly out of breath, nothing like the perfect prissy Lilith she knew, and what was she wearing? Where was her dress and cloak? Oh, Eda realized, that is her dress and cloak. The clothes were nearly melting off of her sister, riddled with holes. That couldn’t have made her injuries any less severe. Eda had been stuck in her fair share of boiling rain storms, even with the thick skin of the owl beast it had still taken her weeks to heal, she couldn’t even begin to fathom the state her sister was in.

“I’m sorry” came a hoarse whisper from the pile at her feet

“Lily oh my titan-” Eda dropped the bat and turned her head to yell up the stairs, hoping she was loud enough to wake her sleeping apprentice “LUZ, WAKE UP” Her head snapped back to the door frame at the movement of Lilith flinching at her loud voice. What happened to her.

Eda bent down to at least try to get an idea of the injuries her sister had suffered, but before she could get her hands on Lilith, Luz appeared at the base of the stairs. “What’s going on?” she asked, clearly still half asleep. “I need you to go up to the bathroom and grab the first aid kit, not the one in the first aid kit box, the one in the lunchbox.” Eda instructed.

Luz went to move up the stairs but suddenly snapped awake, “Is that Lilith?”

“Luz, later, first aid kit now, please” Eda responded, back turned to the now fully attentive teenager

“Got it…” Luz ran up the stairs, “...the blue or the purple one?” she shouted

Eda sighed, now that Luz was going to be here a while she should make a point to show the kid the ropes around the house “The purple one please.”

Not even a half minute later Eda had the box in her hand and was sorting through the bandages, what was she doing, she didn’t even know how badly wounded Lilith was. Eda set the supplies down and moved to touch Lilith when a pale, terribly blistered hand shot out of the mound in front of her and grabbed her wrist.

“No.”

Eda was confused and jerked her hand away “What do you mean no?”

Lilith took a couple ragged breaths before weakly responding “I don’t want your help, I don’t deserve it”

They sat there in silence for a moment before Eda remembered Luz was still behind her, “Luz, sweetie, could you go grab some blankets and maybe draw up some of those healing glyphs you’ve been working on?”

“Sure” the girl replied softly before quietly stepping back up the stairs

“Edalyn I sai-” Lilith started

“I heard you. I don’t want to hear it. You need help.”

“Not your help-” Lilith inhaled painfully “not after everything I did to you.”

“Oh for titan’s sake Lily, you think just because you made a mistake I’m going to let you lay here in pain? I haven’t even seen your face yet and I can tell you need help, mine or not.”

“No, I shouldn’t have come here, it’s all my fault, I’ll go.” Lilith moved to get up, but the burns weren’t having it and she barely got a push-up’s distance off the ground before her arms gave out.

“Are you kidding me right now? You come to my door in the middle of the night, after having gone through titan-knows-what, covered in burns, your clothes are barely intact, and you expect me to just let you leave?”

Eda wasn’t having any more of it, and reached out and grabbed Lilith’s arm, who hissed in a combination of pain and protest.

“Not on my watch sister” Eda spoke through her teeth. For someone so frail, Lilith was definitely a bit heavier than she looked, though the fact she was drenched probably didn’t help.

She managed to drag the complaining witch all the way to the couch before Luz made her way down the stairs, blankets and a stack of healing glyphs in hand.

“Kid, drop those and come help me please.”

Together they were able to get Lilith into a lying position on the couch, and for the first time see how bad of a state Lilith was in. Not an inch of the witch’s skin was spared from the rains, red blotches and boils acted like massive freckles over her whole body. While taking in the sight of her sister, Eda managed to meet the injured witch’s eyes for a split second, and what she saw scared her more than anything. Of course Lilith’s face was contorted in pain, but there was also shame and embarrassment in her eyes. If I showed up in her state I’d be embarrassed too, but did she really think I wasn’t going to help her?

“Kid can you go upstairs and grab Lilith some clothes from my dresser? Anything you think will fit her is fine, and…” Eda leaned in next to Luz’s ear and in a low whisper “could you take your time? I’d like to talk to my sister in private”

Luz looked at her with understanding “Of course, if you need anything just yell up the stairs.” She eyed Lilith one more time before retreating back up the stairs.

Eda then turned back to Lilith, who seemed unwilling to meet her eye again. “Alright. Let’s get started, you look a mess, so this might hurt a lot more than a little.”

“Edalyn why are you doing this”

Eda chuckled “Have you seen yourself, I’ve never been the best at responsibility, but I think it would make me a bad person to not help someone in your condition.”

“No Eda, I mean why after everything that I did to you, to Luz, why are you still helping me when I am the last person you should want to help, I don’t understand.”

There was a heavy silence followed by a long exhale from Eda. She didn’t respond, instead moving for the pile of glyphs that Luz had left them. “This is going to hurt a lot, and I’m not going to be able to get it all without my magic, the glyphs only do so much, but I think I can make the worst of it at least better.”

For the second time that night Eda was stopped from touching Lilith by a pale shaking hand.

“Edalyn, why?”

“Ok here’s a deal, you let me help you and I’ll tell you why in the end? Sounds fair enough?”

“You really aren’t going to budge on this are you.”

“Nope.” Eda replied, popping her lips on the last syllable.

Lilith flopped back onto her back, shutting her eyes and exclaiming at the, without a doubt, excruciating pain the impact with the couch had caused.

“Real smooth Lils”

“Oh shut it.”

Somehow the older witch’s face turned even more red through the burns and boils.

Eda managed to get through placing glyphs along Lilith’s arms and legs with minimal issue, Lilith didn’t seem to be enjoying herself very much, but even she had to admit it was starting to look better. At some point Luz had come back down with a cream colored shirt and black patchwork skirt for Lilith to change into along with some more glyphs. Eda had sent her back to bed, the kid did have school in a few hours.

“Ok, we are going to have to take off your dress so I can reach your back, looks like that’s where most of the damage is, and…” as Lilith sat up Eda caught a glimpse of her full back “there also doesn’t seem to be all that much dress left to remove. You really got caught in the rain huh?”

Lilith didn’t respond, but instead met Eda’s eyes again, which made Eda suspicious.

“Do we have to?”

“Yes Lilith we have to treat your injuries.” Eda rolled her eyes at her sister, what did she expect when she was out in the rain without protection?

Lilith didn’t look amused, instead she seemed to pale out. She pulled down the top half of her dress and rolled over onto her stomach.

Eda gasped.

Lilith’s back was covered in burns and boils sure, but what shocked Eda was the array of scratches and claw marks all over Lilith’s back, not only her back but they seemed to go up and down her whole body in varying degrees. Some of them looked healed, or on the way there, some of them fresh, some of them even seemed to be infected.

“What the hell Li-”

Was all she got out before she was interrupted

“Forest demons aren’t as nice as they seem. Ever.”

Oh. Eda snapped her mouth shut and silently applied as many glyphs as she could to Lilith’s back and upper arms as she could. Of course, Eda thought, I didn’t let her stay here, she’s got no friends outside the coven, she doesn’t look different enough to find somewhere safe from the coven guard in town, especially not with her posters lining the alleyways, she’s been sleeping in the woods. Where else would she have gone. With their mother? Any number of nights in the forest without a roof was better than one night under their mom’s.

“Thank you.” a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh.” Eda had been so busy thinking that she didn’t realize she had finished. “I’ll go to the kitchen to make us some tea, you can change in here, don’t worry about hooty he seems to be asleep.”

Lilith nodded and Eda made her way to the kitchen. Once the water was on the stove, she dove back into her thoughts. All these nights? I kicked her to the curb the night of the incident, it’s been at least a week, it’s rained almost every night. Oh titan, not all of those burns were fresh, that’s probably why Lilith was able to move at all, she was used to it. How has she been eating, bathing, sleeping? She’d been weakened by the splitting of the curse, could she have even defended herself? She could have come around any time- wait. Eda realized that she had told Lilith not to come anywhere near the house… ever again. That’s why she was so convinced she wouldn’t get help at the owl house. Maybe if I had been less harsh, it I hadn-

The whistle of the water being ready pulled Eda back to reality. She quickly placed the tea bags into the mugs and filled them with water and left the kitchen. When she got back to the living room, Lilith was already sitting in her dry clothes, a dim blue light escaping through the thin fabrics from the glow of the healing glyphs. Eda handed her a mug and brought her own to her lips, taking a long sip before sitting down next to her sister.

They sat like that for a while, sipping and waiting. Eventually, much to Eda’s surprise, Lilith broke the silence.

“So why?”

“Huh?” Eda replied, still deep in thought.

“Why did you decide to help me?” Lilith asked, looking into her mug as if it held all the answers “We both know I didn’t deserve it.”

“You’re right.” Eda replied simply. “You don’t deserve my help.”

Looking up from her tea and at her sister with genuine confusion, Lilith asked “So why did you help me then?”

“Let me finish. You don’t deserve my help. You cursed me, you kept your mouth shut about it for decades, until it was far too late, and in a desperate attempt to save your own ass you captured not only me, but my apprentice. My apprentice who I might as well call my own daughter at this point. You hurt her you know?”

Lilith’s eyes reverted back to her mug in shame.

“Oh yeah, she’s got bruises that aren’t even healed yet, that’s why she got looking into the healing glyphs. Plus, she faced Belos. She had to burn her only way home, she’s stuck here now. And me? I lost my magic. The most powerful witch on the boiling isles, now without the witch part.”

To emphasize her point, Eda drew a golden spell circle in the air, only for it to crumble into a pile of dust at her feet.

“Edalyn, I-”

“But,” the younger Clawthorne interjected, “that doesn’t make you a bad person, and I refuse to let it make me a bad person. I don’t know what your reasons were for cursing me, not telling me, I don’t know what Belos promised you, but it had to be pretty big to do what you did. And it’s my fault for not knowing. I kicked you out without even hearing you out, and you got hurt for it, I never even gave you a chance to explain yourself.”

It was Eda’s turn to avoid eye contact now, staring contemplatively into her now empty cup.

“It’s my fault you got hurt. That’s why I helped you. I was so caught up in my own anger that I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions. I’m still mad at you, and you’re far from forgiven, but I think you need help. Let me help you.”

For the first time in a long time, the two sisters met eyes in a moment of understanding.

“Ok.” Lilith said after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Good because I wasn’t really giving you a choice.”

They both laughed at that.

They sat for a moment, before it was finally Eda’s turn to speak first.

“So why’d you come here if you didn’t want my help?”

Lilith picked at her fingers for a moment before responding.

“I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t have anywhere else to go. It was so dark and so hot, I could barely even think, none of the other storms had gotten me this bad.”

Ah, so I was right. Eda regretted.

“It was like my feet took me here, all I knew was I needed to get out of the rain, and before I knew it I was in front of your house on my knees. I expected you to turn me away, I wanted you to turn me away.”

Eda didn’t know how to respond to that with anything other than “Why.”

Lilith thought for a moment.

“I guess I needed you to turn me away, I thought it might feel better to know that for once you would be the one leaving me in pain after 30 years of the roles being reversed, I think after all of that I deser-”

“No.” Eda interrupted. “I might not be the best sister, neither are you, but I will not ever let you suffer in any way remotely close to the way I did. Nobody deserves that, I sure as hell didn’t but neither do you. You will always have a place to stay with me, no matter how mad I am at you.”

They sat for a while longer, both deep in thought. Eventually Eda took both mugs back to the kitchen and rinsed them before going back to the living room, sitting next to Lilith one last time to help her out with the blankets.

“I think the shed is livable, the tower might be a bit too overgrown at the moment but we can work something out. You can stay on the couch tonight, no way you’re going back out into that. We can set ground rules in the morning, just try and get some sleep before the kid wakes up. She’s very excited about the new day, every day.” Eda spoke fondly.

“You really care for her, don’t you.” Lilith asked, a sad smile tugging on her lips.

“That I do. Goodnight Lilith.” Eda responded before stretching and cracking more joints than any one witch should physically be able to. “Woof, even sitting on that couch is enough to make me sore”

“I’m sure it’s just fine, thank you Edalyn, for everything. And goodnight.” Lilith said while trying to find a comfortable position on the lumpy couch. Her injuries, while significantly better, weren’t doing anything to help the situation. It wasn’t long before the soothing warmth of the healing glyphs lulled Lilith into a deep, dreamless sleep, much better than any she’d gotten on the forest floor.

Not even a few hours later, the sun shone on the owl house, waking Luz first, and if she was any quieter than normal that morning, or if she saw a certain gray haired owl lady sleeping on the floor next to Lilith’s position on the couch on her way out the door, she never mentioned it to a soul.

[enderbot-magic]

So I made some more sketches for concept!borderlands with The Duo Ft. Claptrap. Rambles under read more.

Random notes!

Design:

Siren:

Took some creative liberties for the siren. She has a braid and a bit of a longer face like Steele.

Her hair’s also done like a braid but is too short to be one, but her bangs are the same as concept!Lilith.

The three dots under her eye are on her left side like concept!Lilith instead of on her right like Steele.

This is uncolored, but she has red hair that turns white at the ends and yellow eyes.

The fur collar is fun but a pain to draw the braid interacting with it, so my love of asymmetric design shone here.

Tannis-inspired jacket and gloves like one of the concept designs.

Jack:

The oversized dress shirt he wears is more prominent here. Since he’s a new runaway he doesn’t have the layers yet.

While at his concept designs, I saw one with his hair making devil horns. The little metal band with that weird lock of hair is a callback to that.

Yeah, the Siren’s much taller than him. It’s based on the “girls grow quicker than boys” phenomenon which is kind of funny to see in person.

He’s only 16 here so he can catch up, but he won’t be taller than her. Height gap will go from about a foot to a couple inches.

Now about their “ride”:

They repaired a Claptrap once - fixed it’s wheel and repaired their firewall - he won’t stop following them now. He’s a loyal little guy!

Both made the Claptrap Express 2000 with said Claptrap. Yes, it is a shopping cart tied to a Claptrap. No, it does not have breaks or controls. If you get in you are at the whim of your steed.

They learned that the hard way.

Not featured here but I wanna share:

Jack’s a self-taught programmer and is more visibly tech-savvy. He’s still a coder but he’s more hands-on than in canon, but is better at designing and creating blueprints.

He knows how and why the gun fires, how a program functions, and he could make it… on paper, mostly.

Siren has a better grip on engineering and mechanics than Jack. She’s better at repairing vehicles and guns and putting them together than him, but she doesn’t quite understand it.

She knows this does that, that goes there, but she wouldn’t see what’s broken and know why it is, just that you need to do this to fix it.

Both work together and make guns with “make-your-own-gun” kits, faint callback to Jack in canon designing guns. Siren makes sure it’s functional and Jack gets some personal class.

[ajaasiopaoo]

Can’t Say No

Summary: Zelda’s relaxing afternoon time alone gets interrupted by an unknown visitor.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at the Spellman house. It was unusual but Zelda grabbed the opportunity to relax and be free from her family’s presence.

Sabrina is with her mortal friends, Ambrose is doing who knows what with his warlock boyfriend Luke, while Hilda is at the bookstore working. And Zelda well, she’s enjoying a good cup of tea outside the porch while reading the book on her lap and later tonight she’ll finally get to see her Lilith again after a week of not seeing each other because of the demon queen’s busy schedule.

Zelda’s day is going well so far, she raised her cup of tea to her lips and before her lips could even touch the cup, the doorbell rang. Putting down the cup with a sigh, Zelda stood up and dragged herself towards the front of the house.

Zelda stopped on her tracks as she saw a little girl standing outside the door, carrying a stuffed teddy bear in her arms. Slowly making her way towards the little one, she cleared her throat to make her presence known. The blonde haired girl turn to look at Zelda.

“Hello, what are you doing here little one? Are you lost?” Zelda asked slowly before crouching down to the little girl’s level. “N-no, my friend told me t-to come here... she said that nice ladies live here and that they can protect me from bullies..” the girl said softly, looking around Zelda didn’t see any other girl besides this one in front of her.

Looking back at the little girl in front of her, Zelda then notice that the little one’s knee is bruised, there were also some cuts on her legs and her white dress is stained with mud. Examining the girl’s face, tears dried up on the girls cheeks and her eyes were red from all the crying.

“Let’s go inside so we can get you clean up,” Zelda smiled softly at the little girl. Standing up from her crouch position, she held the littl one’s hand and guided her inside the house.

Grabbing the medical kit from the cabinet, she sat the little girl down on the couch and started to clean the girl’s cuts. Zelda’s mind started to race with thoughts, how could one ever hurt a sweetpea like this girl in front of her. “What’s your name, little one?” Zelda asked softly.

“E-Edwina...” Zelda’s eyes shot up to meet the little girl’s eyes. Edwina, that sounds a lot like the name Edward. Zelda’s chest began to ached as memories of her late brother began to flash through her mind. Shaking her head, she smiled at the little girl. “Edwina, such a lovely name,” the little girl smiled shyly.

“My name is Zelda,” Zelda introduced herself with a soft smile. “You wait here while I go grab a nice dress for you to wear, I’ll be right back,” Edwina nodded.

Zelda rushed upstairs towards Sabrina’s room to look for a dress that the little one can wear. They couldn’t give away Sabrina’s old dresses when she was the same age as Edwina so they all stored the dresses inside a trunk in Sabrina’s room.

After picking out a dress, she went back downstairs to the living room where the little one is waiting patiently for Zelda’s return. Edwina’s eyes lit up as she saw the pink dress that Zelda was holding, “Pretty!” The girl exclaimed in delight, making Zelda chuckle.

“This dress belongs to my niece, Sabrina. She’s a big girl now so this dress doesn’t fits her anymore so she wouldn’t mind if you use it,” Zelda helped Edwina changed into the pink dress. The little girl’s lips stretched into a big grin as she twirled around with her new dress.

“Thank you for the dress, Zelda!” Zelda smiled, “You’re welcome, Edwina. So now that you are all cleaned up, can you tell me what happened? How did you get those cuts and bruises,” the little girl’s smile quickly disappeared.

“A-A group of boys keeps on bullying me b-because I carry my teddy with me all the time, t-they said I’m pathetic and a loser,” the little one’s eyes became teary as she continued to tell Zelda what happened.

After the little one is finished, Zelda felt furious. Her temper was at it’s peak and she just wants to curse those boys for hurting such a precious gem. Her thoughts were then interrupted by Edwina, who was looking at her with those big honey brown eyes. “Would you help me stop them from bullying me?”

Zelda took a deep breath to calm her nerves down before smiling at the little one, “Of course I’ll help you, sweetie. I’ll make sure that those boys will no longer bully you but I’m gonna need your help,” Zelda said with a wicked smile on her lips.

*

At the park, a group of teenage boys were harassing another kid surrounding him so that he couldn’t escape. Edwina walked towards their direction, “Hey stop that!”

The group’s leader turn to look at Edwina, “Hey guys look, the loser finally came back!” The boys laughed.

Throwing a rock at the guy’s direction that hit him in the forehead, Edwina dashed off towards the woods. “You’re going to pay for that!” The boy roared out and they all followed Edwina to the forest.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,”

“You can’t hide from us, Edwina!”

“You’re such a loser, hiding away from us,” the boys laughed but soon stopped as the atmosphere of the woods suddenly became cold and gloomy. “I-It’s getting a little cold out here, I think we shou—“

“No! Not before I teach that loser a lesson,” the leader of the group snapped.

“Now, who are you calling a loser?” Zelda stepped forward, revealing herself to the group with Edwina by her side that was holding her hand. The boys look away to avoid Zelda’s icy glare.

“Are these the boys that keeps on bullying you, Edwina?” The little girl nodded, Zelda shook her head.

“Naughty boys are never left unpunish,” Zelda glared at them. Worms, bugs and other insects started to surround the bullies, climbing up to their legs. The boys screamed, trying to get rid of them but failed miserably as there were too many of them. “What the—“

“Apologize to Edwina, now.” Zelda demanded calmly, enjoying the show in front of her. But the boys didn’t listen to her, making Zelda’s blood boil. “Apologize now.”

“Okay, okay!!! We’re sorry Edwina! We’re so sorry, please get rid off them! Please please!” The leader begged, tears already flowing down to his cheeks. Zelda look down at Edwina, and the little girl nodded, satisfied with the apology.

Zelda snapped her fingers and the insects were all gone. Before the boys could even run, Zelda cast a spell to make sure they couldn’t run off before she could say what she has in mind.

“The next time I hear you boys are tormenting Edwina or any other child, I will send something much more worst than worms, bugs and insects on your way. Stay away from Edwina, understood?” Zelda hissed, the boys whimpered in fear and nod their head.

Snapping her fingers again, the spell was gone and the boys darted off to get away from Zelda and Edwina as fast as they could. Zelda look down at the litte girl with a smile, “Let’s go back to the house for some snack, shall we?”

*

Zelda and Edwina entered the house and made their way to the kitchen, and the witch was surprised to see her sister and Sabrina already home drinking tea.

“Hey Aunt Zee, where have you been? Oh hello,” Sabrina smiled at Edwina, “I’m Sabrina, what’s your name?”

“M-My name is Edwina,” the little girl smiled shyly, “You’re very pretty!” Edwina added making Sabrina smile.

“Thank you Edwina, you’re very pretty yourself,” Sabrina held the little girl’s hand and offered her some snacks. While eating, Edwina excitedly told the two Spellman women about what Zelda did for her.

Sabrina and Hilda sat there, listening at the girl’s story with a surprised look on their faces. They never thought Zelda would ever help a mortal child, but then again Zelda is actually a big softie on the inside and she couldn’t say no to children.

“Well, look who we have here,” the four of them turn to look at the feminine voice behind them to see Lilith smiling at them. Zelda stood up and walked towards her lover and greeted her with a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Hi, I’m Edwina!” Lilith chuckled at the girl’s energy, “Hello dear one, I’m Lilith,” The demon queen introduced herself. “You wouldn’t believe what Aunt Zelda did today with Edwina,” Sabrina chuckled.

Telling the story to the demoness, Lilith smiled at Zelda’s protective side when it comes to children. That’s one of the things the demoness loves about the oldest Spellman, her soft spot for children.

“Edwina, wanna come with me to my room? I have some old dolls I think you would like,” Sabrina said with a soft smile. Edwina nodded her head with a huge grin on her face and followed Sabrina out of the kitchen.

She stop in her tracks and made her way back to the kitchen, “Zelda, I almost forgot to give you this!” Edwina pulled out some of her money and reach out to give it to the witch, Zelda look down at her with a surprised look. “It’s for helping me with the bullies,” Edwina smiled.

“This one’s on me, sweetie,” Zelda replied as she gently closed the little girl’s palm. “Go on, Sabrina is waiting for you,” Edwina smiled and ran off not before giving the witch a hug.

Zelda turn and saw her lover’s playful smile, she rolled her eyes and wrap her arms around Lilith’s neck. The demon queen pulled Zelda closed and peck her lips before whispering, “You’re such a big softie.” Lilith grinned.

Zelda playfully rolled her eyes, “Shut up.” Zelda chuckled and kissed her lover’s lips before dragging her out of the kitchen to go to Sabrina’s room where Edwina is.

[bitemekpop]

‘Get to Know Me’ Tag

‘Get to Know Me’ Tag ♡

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Rules: Answer 30 questions then tag 20 Blogs (we all know I don’t tag so I always break the rules for these things)

Questions

Nicknames: Surprisingly enough, despite not having many friends, I have many nicknames: Savie (it’s a feminized version of the “nickname” that the bassist of Def leppard has (Sav) because I’m his biggest fan and  learned how to play guitar and bass because of him and the band and I just loved his nickname so much that one day I started calling myself Savie and it stuck), Devil’s Spawn (I actually started calling myself that and my friends just went with it because I’m a bitch and can literally be the devil’s spawn if you mess with me or my family or friends) Ghost (cause I’m quiet and can sneak up on anyone and stand behind them forever without them knowing until they turn around and suddenly- BOO... I don’t actually say that.... or I could be someone one second and gone the next), Shadow, Mama Bear (cause I’m protective and will literally beat anyone’s ass who attempts to hurt or scare any of my friends or family, seriously don’t fuck with me I can beat up a guys ass who’s three times my size, I’ve done it several times), Kit-Kat (cause I love kit kats), Oreo (because they’re the best and I’m obsessed), and Hollyzilla (view mama Bear and Devil’s Spawn reasons for an explanation)

Gender: Female

Star sign: Capricorn sun/mercury/mars/uranus/neptune, Aries moon, Aquarius venus, Sagittarius jupiter/pluto, Pisces Saturn, Cancer lilith, and Libra asc node

Height: 5′4″ (so...... around 164.592 cm I guess)

Time: 2:23pm

Birthday: December 28th

Favourite bands: Topp Dogg, Def Leppard, Linkin Park, Wagakki band, Monsta X, NCT, Bon Jovi, EXO, BAP, One republic, SF9, BlackPink, Skrillex, Bassnectar, Enigma, The vane, The Beatles, Nirvana, Guns n Roses, Rob Zombie, Speed, ZE:A, Aerosmith, F(x), Ladies Code, Tom petty and the heartbreakers, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Cinderella, Nine Inch nails, family Force 5, Limp bizkit, Garnidelia, Depeche Mode, Pentagon, Red Velvet, Block B, Boyfriend, Boys Republic, Evanescence, Nu’est, Up10tion, ....to name a few

Favourite solo artists: G-Eazy, G-Dragon, TOP, Eric Nam, lady gaga, Childish Gambino, Enya, Josh Groban, Rihanna, Jay Park, Luhan, Luna Haruna, Micheal Jackson, etc.

Song stuck in my head: I currently have 6 songs stuck in my head that are switching between themselves: Cave me In- Eric N/Gallant/Tablo, All my friends- Snakehips, One More Light- Linkin Park, Hysteria and Animal- Def Leppard, and Down for me- G-Eazy

It’s supper annoying because a line from one of the songs but the composition for a song could be playing in the background then take over then another song will interrupt and it’s just.... ugh! I’m listening to Down for me now though so that might help

Last movie I watched: ....... I think it was Berlin Syndrome

Last show I watched: 0_0 I hardly ever watch tv.................... I think I went back and rewatched an episode of hemlock Grove about 2-3 months ago.

When did I create my blog: My main blog was created on June 14th 2012, my reaction blog was created on May 27th 2014, and this blog was created on October 8th 2016.

What do I post: literally everything since I have 3 different blogs. Kpop moodboards, kpop reactions, selca ships, anything kpop, 80s rock, political shit, feminist stuff, millennial stuff...... essentially anything I want to that I agree with

Last thing googled: “what to include in a suicide letter”

Do you have other blogs: Yep, sav-fan-forever is my main blog and i-growl-growl-growl is my reactions/selca ships blog then I have this one

Do you get asks: not really. Unless it’s a reaction or selca ship request for my second blog

Why did you chose your URL: I think my main blog’s name pretty much speaks for itself, i-growl-growl-growl is from EXO Growl, and this one I came up with while I was thinking about “bite my shiny, metal ass” by bender from Futurama and... I don’t know this just popped into my head so I made it the username

Following: 566

Followers: main blog- 667, i-growl-growl-growl: 1,473, this one- 23

Favourite colors: Black, Brown, Red, (dark grey and white are also faves but not as much as the first three colors)

Average hours of sleep: hmmmm around 11:30-6:30 roughly, so about 8 hours but I’ve been going to sleep around 12:40-1:35 recently so who knows, I might’ve ruined my sleep routine

Lucky number: 12, 60, 1260

Instruments: I play bass guitar, Electric guitar and a small bit of acoustic guitar

What am I wearing: pink hello kitty pajama bottoms and a cozy, soft long sleeved grey shirt/thin sweater sort of shirt and fluffy socks

How many blankets I sleep with: 3

Dream job: Jockey, Artist, Musician or professional street racer (yeah yeah yeah I know that’s not a true profession but it’d be cool and I’d be careful)- for dream dream jobs but for realistic dream jobs I’d choose  english teacher in Japan or Korea

Dream trip: travel across Japan, visit the Arizona ship at Pearl Harbor, visit sites where the Lord of the Rings was filmed in New Zealand, visit the concentration camps in Germany, visit the Japanese internment camps in Amerca (I’m a major history nut and did a full years worth of research on the topic so it’s super interesting to me and I’ve always been interested in the concentration camps and Pearl harbor since I was practically a baby) or go back to the UK

Favourite food: answered in a previous tag but I’ll repost again: BUFFALO WINGS!, Nigiri, Sushi, Udon, Tteokguk, Lamb, Curry, BREAD, DONUTS, Nachos (even though I’m lactose intolerant but only if it’s the good nachos with the gooey cheese and not that shit excuse wanna be nachos where people just put sliced pieces of cheese on chips and cook it because those nachos are fucking nasty as shit!), Pizza Rolls, sour candy, chocolate, daifuku mochi, rice, PASTA, potatoes, carrots, apples, COFFEE CAKE, Chocolate cake, cake in general, cookie dough, black olives, broccoli, cauliflower, steak, chicken, chili, chili cheese fries, dumplings (won tons), egg flower soup, etc.

Nationality: I’m white with a bit of Finish and native American blood in me

Favourite song right now: hmmmmm, haven’t really thought about that, probably Eoeo- Uniq or Easy Love- SF9

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Job & Family DS: Aftermath - The Matter of Ms. Pond

Words: 3,613 Spoiler warning:  Contains spoilers for the end of Job & Family.

10/04/11

“I’m going to get him.”  Dylaniel said as he stood up from his seat at Sam & Ruby’s dining table.

Sam, Ruby, Kay, & Dyl had all been called together to hear Castiel’s account of Dean's emergency meeting after being questioned by the DEPA agents.  Tom hovered in the living room, trying to listen to news about his uncle while trying to distract the family's infants.

“Dean doesn’t want to leave.”  Castiel told Dylaniel while taking a step toward the nephilim to potentially try physically stopping him.

“I don’t care what he wants, he’s in danger.”

“You can't just take him.”  Kay warned her cousin.  “He’s not an idiot, he knows what's going on and he probably has a better idea of the actual danger than us.”

“He doesn't want to leave his partner.”  Castiel voiced the underlying issue.

“I'll take his boyfriend too.”  Dylaniel revised his plan.

“Dyl, you can't just going around kidnapping people.”  Ruby cautioned.

“Leaving him exposed like this is a bad idea.”

“Nobody likes it, but we can't force him to do anything.”  Sam joined in the attempt to get Dylaniel to back down.

“Maybe I can't force him to come here,”  Dylaniel conceded.  “but I can explain to him how stupid he's being.”

“Don't contact him right now.  The DEPA has to know what you look like after that whole church video thing.”

“Dyl, just sit down and take a minute to get yourself under control.”  Kay told him.  Dylaniel’s lips thinned, but he sat back down.

“So the DEPA were watching Dean, but what do they want?”  Ruby redirected their focus back to diagnosing the specific threats & issues.

“He said they asked about Sam and he suggested to them that Sam was dead.”  Castiel explained.  “They had identified Bobby & Rufus as hunters and were investigating Jody.”

“Bobby’s out of state with Jody.  I'll let them know to stay on vacation until we get this sorted out.”  Ruby updated everyone.  “And he knows how to get ahold of Rufus.”

“Dean was also asked about a woman whose name he couldn't remember, either Paloma Martins or Martens.”

“She isn't any hunter I've heard of.”  Sam said with a shrug.

“Does that sound familiar to you too?”  Kay asked her cousin.

“Vaguely.”  Dylaniel's brow furrowed imperceptibly.  “That's alarming.”

“Great.”  Ruby sighed.  “I'll add the names to my persons of interest list.  I can't wait until one of those DEPA souls comes through my workshop, then maybe we could get some better intel.”

“I'll see what I can do.”  Dylaniel commented.

“Don't go killing Feds.”  Kay warned, uncertain if he was joking or not.  “The last thing we need is an act of war.”

“I'm not affiliated with any faction.”

“Good luck explaining that.  Heaven knows you're related to Dean & Kay’s related to Sam.  It doesn't take a genius or a paranoid to connect those dots.”  Ruby pointed out.  “Any more intel we can use, Cas?”

“The agents also questioned him about an Amy Pond-”

“Amy Pond?”  Sam & Kay both asked at the same time, then looked at each other.

“She’s- is she alive?”  Sam asked Kay, who apparently had heard of her.

“She should be.  I think she died… around-”

“2018.”  Dylaniel filled in the blank.

“Who's Amy Pond?”  Ruby raised an eyebrow

“She was,”  Sam paused for a moment trying to figure out how to describe her.  “an old friend of mine when I was a teenager.  We were pen pals until I went to Stanford and then we met up a few times.  Near the end of my freshman year she just dropped off the map… I assumed she’d died.”

“Died?”

“Amy's a kitsune.”  Sam explained, then his face dimmed a bit at some memory.  “I... figured a hunter probably got her.”

“Why is the DEPA asking Dean about her?”  Ruby mused.  “If you thought she was dead for so long and Dean's never heard of her, I'm guessing she hasn't just been crossing too many paths with you guys.”

“Because she's going to try to contact him.”  Dylaniel speculated.  “Kit originally contacted my dad in an attempt to reach my uncle.  If she's come out of hiding it's probably because she's trying to find Sam.”

“Who's Kit?”  Sam asked.

“Her son.”  Kay explained.  “In our time, after things started falling apart her pack was attacked by Lilith’s demons.  She died in the attack and Kit went looking for help from the only nice hunter he'd heard of.”

“So she might be looking for the only nice hunter she knows this time around.”  Ruby agreed with the theory.

“My dad was a lot easier to find than my uncle in our time.”  Dylaniel continued.  “It stands to reason that Dean will similarly be an easy point of contact.”

“We need to go- warn Dean and find out how to help her.”  Sam said as he shifted, seemingly to get up, but Ruby put her hand on his arm silently asking him to hold still.

“You aren't going anywhere.”  Kay told Sam.  “If there's a chance that DEPA is watching Dean, you're staying the hell away.”

“Same goes for you, Dyl, & Cas.”  Ruby added.  “You all are pretty recognizable to the right eyes.  I'll switch meatsuits and make contact with Dean.  I can let him know to watch out for her.”

“While we're at it, we need to find out how closely he's being watched.”  Kay suggested.  “It’d be nice if it turned out to be a one time shakedown and we can cut down on this cloak & dagger stuff.”

“I have something that might help.”

Dean had barely been at work long enough to start the coffee maker and begin reviewing parts orders for the last week when he heard someone walking into the garage.  He'd mostly calmed down after the unnerving run in with the agents, but he still felt strangely exposed.  They'd dragged him through the mud, threatened him in nearly every way imaginable, and forced him to isolate himself.  But on top of it, the experience had made him feel vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to.  He leaned to peek out the doorway of the garage’s small office.  The woman who ran the bodega down the street was looking around for something.

“Need some help?”  He called out to her.  When she saw him, she quickly walked to the office he was in, entered, and closed the door behind her.  Before he could ask what was going on, she started.

“Dean, it's Ruby-”

“What are you doing here?”  His mind was racing trying to imagine all the ways things could go wrong- or maybe how they had.

“We’ve got a bit of a situation.”

“No shit- is everyone okay?”

“We're fine.  Cas told us about the DEPA goons dropping in on you-”

“If I get spotted with you-”

“I know, but right now we're okay.  Here.”  Ruby handed him an analog wristwatch.  “The dial in the bottom right tells you how many people are observing you at any given moment.  We use spells like this for our agents in the field.”

When he put it on the dial only read one, presumably Ruby.  He wasn't a fan of wearing a spell that was probably patented by Hell’s spymasters, but it was better than constantly worrying about surveillance.

“When you say observing?”

“Seeing, hearing, scrying, et cetera.”  She explained.  “It's the best I could do on short notice, but with some time I might be able to get more data output into other dials or subtle displays.”

“Thanks, even this is a big help.”  Dean studied the watch.  “I'll track the numbers, see if they're watching me and if it's a routine or random.  Until then I'm pretty much stuck and you should get back out of dodge.”

“I haven't finished all my business yet.”  Ruby moved closer to him.  “We think Amy Pond might try to contact you.”

“Who?”  He recognized her name from the conversation with the agents, but he didn't have a clue who she was.

“I guess she was Sam's friend when he was a teenager- You met her son, Kit, back in 2039.”

“Kit…”  Dean pursed his lips.  She was a kitsune- and she was trying to find him, potentially putting all of them in danger.  “What does she want?  I can't be seen with her.  I told them I didn't know her.”

“We think she's looking for help, couldn't tell you what with though.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.  In general he didn't have anything against trying to help her.  He'd barely interacted with Kit, but he seemed like a decent guy.  That was enough to overcome the resistance that he felt about Amy being a kitsune he'd never met.  But having her ambush him, while he was potentially under surveillance and she was wanted by the DEPA… as much as it made him feel like a horrible person, he wanted to get her away from him as fast as possible.

“If I see her I'll send her to a crossroads demon.”

“Like she's gonna go talk to a stranger.”  Ruby argued.

“I’m a stranger.”

“You're Sam's brother.”

“She knew him when we were teenagers?”  Dean shook his head.  “Me being his brother might not earn me too many points.”

“She’s coming for you.  I know you don't want trouble- I get that you want out.”  He hadn't made a big deal about cutting back on hunting and focusing more on the mundane.  No one had asked him if he wanted out of the life.  It felt bizarre to hear, but her nonjudgmental tone made him feel less ashamed at the thought of retiring.  He just had to keep his head down and make it past a rough spot.  “But trouble is coming for you and you're gon-”

“Excuse me?”  A woman called from the other side of the door.

“She needs help.”  Ruby mouthed to Dean.  

He got up to open the door.  If it was Amy he wanted to get her out of view as quickly as possible.  A woman with pale skin & messy brown hair stood just inside the door to the garage.  She was holding an oversized sweater around herself in a very nervous posture.  Her eyes flicked around the room and her nose twitched curiously.  Dean immediately saw the resemblance to Kit.

“Excuse me, are you Dean Winchester?”  

“Yeah, come on in.  Have a seat.”  Dean invited her to the small office where Ruby was still waiting.  When Amy saw Ruby she hesitated to enter.

“I need to talk to you about something private.  It's not about a car.”  Amy explained to Dean.

“I can wait outside.”  Ruby started leaving.

“Don't go far.”  Dean suggested, hoping to keep his sister-in-law away from the line of sight of anyone on the street.

“Are you Sam's brother?  The hunter?” Amy asked as soon as Ruby was outside and the door was closed.

For just a moment it was so tempting to find a way of deflecting Amy, but he couldn't do that to her.  The closer he looked at her the more he could see that something was wrong.  Her skin was pale & clammy, with a bit of shadow around the eyes- she hadn't been sleeping enough.  She was pressing her limbs to herself & the office chair in order to conceal that she was trembling.

“I’m Sam's brother, but I'm not much of a hunter anymore.”  He hoped that put her more at ease.

“I need to see him, it's an emergency.  I need his help.”  

“Sam's in a bit of a tight spot right now.  There are some very powerful & bad people looking for him, including the DEPA.”  Amy's eyes widened at the mention of the organization.  “I might be able to help you.  Our friend Ruby- she's the one waiting outside, she might be able to help also.  So if you can tell us what you need, maybe we can make it happen.  Okay?”

Amy thought for a moment, then nodded agreement.  Dean tapped on the window into the area where Ruby was waiting, letting her know to come back in.  While Ruby was coming back in, Dean poured Amy a cup of coffee, which she eagerly accepted.  He quickly checked his watch to confirm they weren't being observed before they started getting to the meat of it.

“My name is Amy Pond.”

“Sam's friend from way back.”  Dean offered to show some level of familiarity with her, hopefully reinforcing a sense of trust.

“He told you about me?”  Amy asked a bit surprised.

“Very little.  He said you're,”  Dean lowered his voice a bit to show his sensitivity to the elephant in the room.  “a kitsune.”

She nodded and absentmindedly pushed some hair behind her ear.  The sleeve of her sweater fell down her arm a few inches revealing several day old bruises.  After spotting Dean looking at them she covered them back up.

“What happened?”

“My pack has been under attack for weeks.  A group of hunters hit us, so we've been on the run, but even non-hunters are looking out for monsters these days.”  Dean's heart broke a little when she called herself a monster.  “We'd lost our leader & most of our fighters.  We haven't been able to hunt enough, so we’ve been scavenging off corpses & animals.  Our children are getting sick.  Half the time there's a guard at the morgue now- it's a fight just to get scraps or we can try to get fresh food and risk having another attack on us- we can't take another.  The children are too weak to keep running like this.”

“How can we help?”  Dean asked.

“I can talk to Kay.”  Ruby suggested to Dean.  “She might have access to some end of the line meatsuits.  That'd be a little food, but that's just part of the problem.”

“Any food would be incredible, but I need to get my pack out of the country.”  Amy replied.

“Where are you trying to go?”

“Hachijō-jima.”

“That island in Japan?”  Dean had read something about it in the news just recently.  “They're evacuating that place.”

“The island’s being converted to a refugee camp for non-humans.”  Amy explained.

“If there aren't any humans, how’ll you survive?”  Ruby asked.

“The government said it will delivering shipments of food & other supplies- the brains are animal, but it's possible to live off of them.”  Amy answered.  “They’ll let us live, they just want to keep us together in one place.”

The whole thing seemed wrong somehow.  The cynic in him expected the non-humans to simply be slaughtered upon arrival- even it they weren't, they'd still be more or less confined and almost certainly in meager conditions.

“They're making an internment camp?  If you're lucky.”  Dean speculated.  “You're talking about putting your lives in the hands of a human government while the world is still relearning to be scared of the dark.”

“That's my people’s homeland before we scattered.  We're part of their culture.  If any government is going to protect us it's Japan.”  Amy added, but didn't deny Dean's characterization.  “I know it's dangerous, but… We have claws & fangs and we eat people.  We're horrible monsters- and scared people don't think twice about it.  Six of my pack have been killed in the last month.  Our people are dying out.  At this point I don't care if we're stuck there as long as I don't have to worry about my son getting killed in the street.”

“Being locked up on an island, that's not a long term solution.”  Dean looked over at Ruby.  The coven’s sanctuary wasn't large enough for them to just take in every sympathetic person they met.  Not to mention, there wasn't a close hunting ground for the kitsune that might not be as self-restrained as Kit or Amy.

“Anything is better than this.”  Amy told him.

“I'm hearing two different issues.  You're worried about your pack and you're worried about your species.”  Dean said.  “I know that kitsune are endangered- I can't imagine what that's like, but if there was a way to keep your pack safe without stuffing you in the cage with the rest of the species-”

“My pack needs to rejoin our people.  We don't have any fighters left let alone someone capable of leading a pack.”

“What about your son?”  Dean asked.

“He's too young for starters.”  Amy rejected the idea.  “Jacob might be able to be a fighter someday, but he isn't ever going to be leader of a pack.”

“Why can't he lead?”  Dean remembered Kit’s speech impediments, but he found it hard to believe that something as small as that would be a problem.

“There's… there’s a problem with his status… his legitimacy.”  Amy rubbed the back of her neck anxiously debating whether to tell them something.  “I temporarily ran away from the pack when I found out I was pregnant.  There was a chance it was Sam's kid- the pack would've…”

Dean’s brain hiccupped on the thought that Sam had had sex with Amy and might've had another kid.  He glanced over at Ruby, who was just staring at Amy.  It was hard to imagine what she was going though.  Amy wasn’t like a mistress, she’d been with Sam before he’d even met Ruby.  Maybe she was an ex-girlfriend or a friends that he'd experimented with, they’d been teenagers after all.

“Is Sam the kid’s dad?”  Ruby asked slowly with more composure than Dean suspected he'd be capable of.

“No, Jacob’s a purebreed.”  Amy shook her head.  “But it looked bad disappearing and then coming back to the pack with a pup- especially since I'd disappeared before, when I was visiting Sam at school.  I stayed with him a few times when I was in heat because I didn't want the guys in my pack to… Nothing really went 100% to plan, so when I got pregnant I panicked.”

“Sam said you stopped talking to him all of a sudden.”

“I didn't want him to know about the baby.”

“He would've tried to help.”  Ruby sighed knowing full well that Sam probably wouldn't have even cared whether he was the biological father.

“He'd been talking about going to college for years.  I thought he might drop out.”  Amy had avoided meeting Dean’s eyes while explaining what had happened a decade earlier.  After a painful silence, she looked to Ruby & Dean with apprehension.  “Are you going to tell him?  I don't want to mess up whatever is happening in his life, I swear.  I just thought he might help us, for old times sake.”

“I'm gonna tell him.”  Ruby said after a few moments of consideration.

“Rube-”  Dean started.

“He thought she was dead and now he what, thinks that she just left him?”  Ruby gestured at Amy, clearly upset at the idea.

“It's simpler if she just left him.”

“Simple isn't always better.  You know that, Dean.”  Ruby told him pointedly.  His stomach knotted and guilt flared in him on so many different fronts that he didn't know how to respond.  “I’m not gonna just go along, with me knowing about his ex & break up while he’s in the dark.  This whole thing probably already reopened an old wound, the least we can do is clean it up...  Anyway, he’s an adult- he’ll survive a little fresh heartbreak.”

“You're…”  Amy asked Ruby, realizing that she had some greater connection to Dean & Sam.

“I'm Sam's wife.”  

“Oh god…”  Amy’s eyes widened in horror, then covered her face with her hands and recoiled into herself with visible embarrassment.  She shook her head a bit causing a few exhausted tears to fall to her lap.  “I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean…”

Before Dean could figure out what she was doing Ruby stood up, walked over to Amy, then knelt down and hugged her.  He couldn’t remember seeing Ruby comfort someone outside of the family or coven before.  His assumption had been that Ruby would want as little to do with Amy as possible, but trying to reassure & console her was far from that.

“I'm not upset.  I tried to protect Sam a long time ago.  You're trying to protect your family now.”  Ruby spoke in a very gentle voice, that reminded Dean of Kay’s mom.  “If you really want to go to that island, we’re gonna get you there, and I'm gonna do everything I can to keep you & your son safe.  I promise.”

“I know you're scared, but you just got a promise from one of the most politically powerful demons in existence.”  Dean explained the gravity of Ruby's statement.  “You're gonna have a lot of people in the shadows ready to help if you need it.”

“You're a demon?”  Amy stared at Ruby, startled that she was being embraced by hellspawn.

“And you're a kitsune- I guess Sam has a thing for women that can dismember him.”  Ruby observed, earning a weak chuckle from Amy.  “Drink your coffee and rest for a few minutes.  I'll go get your travel arranged- if you want to talk to Sam-”

“No.”  Amy quickly replied, then added.  “Not yet, maybe when things are simpler, but it's too much right now.”

“Okay.  I'll be back in just a minute.”  Ruby said, then disappeared.

“Is Sam happy?”  Amy asked Dean after a few seconds of quietly looking at her cup of coffee.

“Yeah, he is.”  He could see the relief on her face, despite the faint longing in her voice.  “He has three kids.  The oldest is about your son's age- he's adopted-”

“We should set up a play date.”  Amy joked.  

“I'm sure they'd be friends.”  Dean smiled sadly.

“Another time maybe.”