#nephilimtm

    “I have literally never seen anything like this. What did you do Felix...” Brad mumbled to himself, unaware of the boy standing in the doorway. 

                “so you’re lucifer’s son... but not this lucifer.”   it’s probably for the best that she’s believed his claims to be the devil from the beginning, because it makes it slightly easier to accept what’s been explained to her. jack was lucifer’s son, but not the lucifer she knew. angels, demons, heaven, hell, god... alternate universes... sometimes trixie felt like her head might be too full with everything she learned, but she takes it in stride. simply hums quietly and tips her head to look at him.   “is your dad nice?”

             he’s not a hugger, but he does appreciate such warm embraces when they come from his family.  his arm wraps around the boy in response, as a bright smile comes to lighten up his face.  he’s proud, because he’s witnessed progress in him.       ‘  you did good today.      –    ‘m proud of you, kiddo. ’

A blog which I just started following but I love is @nephilimtm! I don’t watch Supernatural, but I am somehow in absolute love with this blog. I think Dipper is a super talented writer and I feel lucky that I found this blog, this muse, and this mun. I hope I get to follow them for a really long time!

landon has no time to say anything else before Jack has his arms around him and he is still for the fraction of a second it takes him to process the information. and then, his arm circle around the other, holding him close, his head on the crook of the other’s neck. ”hey, it’s alright. i got you, buddy.”  and he doesn’t know well how to help another but he tries, after a moment, landon just places his hands on jack’s face, lifting the other’s face so they can stare into each others’ eyes. “what’s wrong.”

“ you can call me papa now. it’s about time you’ve got a proper role model to look up to. ”

“Jack, when’d you last sleep?”

Peter could feel and practically feel how quickly his heart was drumming against his chest out of pure nerves. For a long moment he worried that perhaps Jack could feel it too, how nervous yet how happy he was about this one simple kiss. He leans into the boy’s hand, letting out a small and soft sight before he pulls back, “A-are you- I mean- d-did you like that? Was that okay?”