#devilwhispered

octomoosey always has good options im just too lazy whoOPS. i mean i use an octomoosey theme now but to set up the ones that would be good for mumus…. you know!! lmao

@thekingsparty​ dO YOU KNOW HIM????

//i meannnnnn... i do. 

there was no ep last thursday!! so only 3 is out!

@devilwhispered - meme & accepting

Meg had been infatuated with Sam ever since he was chosen as her father's favorite special child, to be the vessel for Lucifer. He was oh so shiny and special - the other special children, the other humans, dulled in comparison to him. She craved corrupting his sweet heart, to devour him whole and make him into the monster he was meant to be. However, he was a fighter. He wouldn't stop fighting fate, fighting his destiny. If only he had just given in and gone to California with her, he wouldn't be in this predicament. They could've been happy. Too bad he made the wrong choice.

Meg leaned closer to Sam, leaning in as she played with the tip of her knife along his heart, his neck, his Adam's apple. It was a shame that he resisted the corruption - he was pretty for a human. She smiled at Sam, pressing the knife a bit harder against his neck, nearly drawing blood.

                                                      _____________________

          there’s two months left.  the government is scratching it’s head at how such a genetically perfect match could have  ‘ ...so far yielded no measurable results ’.  ruby is truly starting to panic.  not only did neither she nor dean ask for this pairing to be set up — the choice taken entirely out of their hands — but from the very start, they’d hated each other. the past ten months had been filled with fights, snarky remarks, venom spit back and forth...(and okay, maybe the make up sex hadn’t been horrible but a girl could get tired of even that eventually), and most importantly . . .  ten negative pregnancy tests...                                              ...including the one she held in her hands.

          she’d never been so angry;  furious at a government that took away her autonomy, pissed at herself for thinking she could slip by unnoticed by the compound without having to be forced into a marriage, and utterly devastated by her own body that wouldn’t even cooperate when her ass was on the line. ruby harshly wiped the angry tears from her eyes and took in a deep breath, readying herself to go out into the bedroom she shared with dean and inform him that yet again, she wasn’t pregnant with his child. something that had become routine in the past ten months, that she should have hardened herself to doing by now, had never gotten any easier.

          the door cracked open when she turned the knob, and she could already see dean sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, looking at nervous as she’d felt just a few minutes ago. she gripped the test in her hand, knuckles white, drained of color as she walked into the room. the floor creaked under her step and dean looked up, hope filling his eyes. they both knew if she didn’t end up pregnant by the time their one year anniversary was up, there was a very good chance they’d both end up in a work camp, miles from the compound, where death was almost a sure thing. 

          standing up, dean crossed the room and stopped a couple feet from her, waiting. ruby peeled her eyes from the floor, her vision blurry with tears she didn’t mean to shed, and looked up at him, seeing the realization that again, they had failed. her lip trembled, and suddenly unable to hold back the fear and hopelessness building in her chest, ruby just shook her head and started crying — the first true emotion beyond anger that she’d ever shown in front of her husband.

          dean closed the distance and wrapped his arms around her, gathered her close, and she returned his embrace, tears staining the front of his t-shirt. “ i’m so sorry, dean. ”  he only shook his head and mumbled into her hair. “it’s not your fault, ruby. we’ll get it right, it’ll happen. we just gotta keep tryin’. and it will, ‘cause we’re gonna do it — together— one way or another. ”