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pxmlx · 9 months

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“Fucking idiots” I mutter to myself while reading (for the millionth time) about two dumbasses clearly in love with each other CONVINCED that their feelings are one sided

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aenslem · 8 months

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Lilith: 🥺 Zelda: 👀

#tvedit #chewieblog #userbbelcher #useroptional #cinemapix #mine*#sd*#caosedit #chilling adventures of sabrina #michelle gomez #miranda otto #lilith #zelda spellman #madam spellman #insane how they never kissed in the show

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addiemilfgomery · 12 days

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it's season 5 of caos and hilda is exhausted. original post is from @pxmlx (https://www.tumblr.com/pxmlx/725033637437915136/fucking-idiots-i-mutter-to-myself-while-reading?source=share)

#zelda spellman #lilith #madam satan #hilda spellman #mary wardwell #miranda otto #michelle gomez #lucy davis #madam spellman #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #netflix #aren't we all #need these bloody idiots together #now #preferably

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viikkah · 10 months

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Zelda Spellman

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #zelda spellman #madam spellman #aunt zelda #zelda #miranda otto #witchcraft #witches #she’s so fine #beautiful ppl #lgtbq characters

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incorrectmadamspellman · 10 months

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Lilith: like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

#the chilling tales of sabrina #zelda x lilith #incorrect madam spellman #miranda otto #zelda spellman #michelle gomez #incorrect sabrina #ambrose spellman #sabrina spellman #always a madam spellman shipper sorry about it #spellman family #hilda spellman #madam spellman #mary wardwell #caos lilith

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themeowchives · 1 year

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Created for "The Empress and the High Priestess" Zine Volume II 2020

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #madam spellman #zelda spellman #madam satan #illustration #2020

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persephoneinred · 4 months

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Shoutout to all of the very talented and lovely fan fiction writers that have gotten me through the past year. You all deserve the world ❤️

#new year #bertha x george #the gilded age #madam spellman

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songstresstinyteacup · 5 days

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Lilith catching Zelda with her cat o’nine tails after a fight with Sabrina.

The sharp click of stiletto heels, no less than three inches tall, typically announced Lilith’s presence to anyone within the Spellman Mortuary, be it Sabrina, Ambrose, Hilda, or Dr. Cee, but alas it was not the four of them that Lilith sought.

It was Zelda that Lilith was looking for, following an explosive fight between the matriarch of the Spellman household and the newly-resurrected Sabrina, during which Ambrose had cowered, and Hilda and Kenny were at their shop, blessedly having missed the entire row.

The click of her heels, often accompanied by the faint scent of brimstone mixed with a seductive floral and musk perfume that Zelda had purchased for her during the past Solstice, served as warning enough.

Or at least the demons in Hell had learned to think so.

Lilith’s eyes scanned the parlor, then the kitchen, and then Zelda’s office at home within the mortuary, but the familiar coiffed red tresses were not to be found anywhere within.

The demoness huffed as she brought her hands up onto her hips, continuing her saunter into the hallway and up the stairs toward the bedroom that she shared with Zelda.

The house was conveniently empty following the row, Sabrina had stormed out in a cacophony of slamming doors and stomping feet, Ambrose had cut and run almost immediately after, though of course Lilith hadn’t bothered to chase after the cowardly warlock, and with the comic book shop open till the witching hour, she hadn’t had to worry about finding Hilda and Kenny in a compromising position on her search.

Bile rose in the back of Lilith’s throat at the memory of her accidental intrusion, yet, at the same time, she was highly impressed with just the amount of chains Hilda had her husband bound in.

The clock chimed in the hall, and Lilith muttered a curse under her breath as she realized how long it had been since she’d left the house after Sabrina.

Every fiber of Lilith’s black and twisted soul had called out to her to stay with Zelda, rather than chase after the teenage witch who seemed to have a death wish, but Lilith had been able to push her guilt at leaving Zelda aside, heaven-bent on lecturing her niece.

Sabrina had needed to be informed just how much Zelda had gone through to get her back, and with Zelda crumbling to pieces under Sabrina’s angry words, that duty fell to Lilith.

Even so, Lilith was back in the mortuary now, and actively seeking her wife, so she continued through the hallway until she reached the threshold of their closed bedroom door, pausing with her hand on the knob, listening.

Quiet sobs could be heard from inside, and Lilith’s heart wrenched at the sounds.

She hated it when Zelda cried, hated it more than Lucifer and the kings of Hell, and, somehow she hated it even more than she hated herself, and so Lilith pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The Queen of Hell had expected to see Zelda crying, expected to see her wrapped in a dressing gown and curled into herself on the bed. Lilith had also expected to see Zelda clutching a bag of ice in her hands, an alternative to harming herself in the various other ways Lilith had learned that Zelda used to torture herself with.

What Lilith had not expected to see, however, was Zelda, sitting on their bed, the bodice of her dressing gown pooled around her hips leaving her chest, shoulders, and back exposed, and her cat o’nine tails in hand.

“Zelda Phiona Spellman, what in Hecate’s name are you doing with that?!” Lilith hissed, striding forward and grabbing the flogger with one hand and using the others to pry Zelda’s fingers off of the handle.

“Leave me alone.” Zelda whimpered, clenching even tighter around the flogger’s handle, but she hadn’t the strength Lilith had, not at that moment, and before Zelda could utter a single word more, Lilith had the flogger.

Lilith strode over to the fireplace, lighting it with one glance and slinging the flogger into the flames, watching as it burned.

Zelda flung herself off of the bed, lurching for the fireplace, hand outstretched, but Lilith was quick to pull a weeping Zelda into her arms and hold her close.

They remained that way for a moment, Lilith staring at the flames, Zelda weeping with her head down, before Lilith guided Zelda back to the bed and sat her down.

“I think you’ll find that I’m very much incapable of leaving my beautiful wife alone, even when she asks me to.” Lilith tried with a wink, but Zelda just began to cry harder.

Lilith quickly gathered the despondent High Priestess into her arms, clutching her close.

“Just breathe, darling. Can you do that for me?” The demoness whispered, taking and releasing a large breath in the hopes that Zelda would follow suit.

Zelda took all of two breaths before another sob bubbled up in her throat, and Lilith pulled back slightly.

“She hates me, Lilith. Sabrina hates me.” Zelda sobbed, and Lilith ran her fingers through Zelda’s hair, once perfectly coiffed, now wild and messy from the force of Zelda’s grief.

“No. Do you hear me, Zelda? Sabrina does not hate you, she just didn’t understand exactly what you had to go through to get her back. She won’t make that mistake again, I swear to you.” Lilith cupped Zelda’s face, wiping away the tears there.

Zelda, on the rare occasion where she allowed her emotions to show, still managed to be mind-bogglingly beautiful. Even with red, bloodshot eyes, a red-tipped nose, tear stains trailing from her cheeks down onto her neck, Lilith still couldn’t believe Zelda’s innate beauty.

“Come here, my love. Let me clean these up for you.” Lilith soothed, stepping over toward Zelda’s vanity to pick up a tin of salve, returning to the bed to sit down and gently rub some onto all of the marks Zelda’s flogger had made.

Red angry marks mottling Zelda’s skin should be a crime, Lilith had often stated more than once, a crime to mar the alabaster flesh, unless Lilith herself had been the one to make the marks.

Lilith’s brow furrowed at the thought, even her marks were not so extreme as these.

“Lilith?” Zelda’s voice was small, unsure.

“Hm?” Lilith hummed in response, moving Zelda’s fiery tresses to one shoulder so she could reach a particularly nasty mark on Zelda’s back.

“I’m sorry.” Zelda mumbled, and Lilith inhaled.

Zelda almost never apologized for anything, and she was apologizing to Lilith when Lilith was not the one in pain.

“I don’t ever want to see that infernal tool again, Zelda. Do I make myself clear? If you’re struggling you can always summon me. I’ll gladly come to you.” Lilith’s tone was firm, but gentle.

After a moment, Zelda nodded, and Lilith carefully pulled the silk dressing gown back up and over Zelda’s body, taking care not to let the fabric brush over the welts on Zelda’s fragile skin, then Zelda pushed herself back up and in the direction of her vanity.

Zelda’s fingers had barely skimmed the handle of her hairbrush before Lilith tutted, then she turned to face the demoness.

“I believe that particular privilege belongs to me, Zelda, dear. Go on to your creams and salves.” Lilith breezed over, wrapping her own fingers around the brush handle and revelling in the weight of the antique steel brush.

Last Solstice Lilith had very nearly replaced the entire brush and comb set with a new one made of solid gold, befitting the station of the Queen Consort, but after discussing the idea with Hilda, Lilith had learned that the silver vanity set had been the very last gift Edward had given his sister before his death.

Still, the silver was sturdy, cool to the touch of Lilith’s palm as she lifted it and began to pass through the ends of Zelda’s hair.

Touching Zelda’s hair was one of the rarest privileges, not offered to just anyone. Hilda was only allowed to touch it when treating wounds or tending to an ill Zelda, no other member of the family or coven was ever granted the same.

That had been before Lilith had quite literally strode into a grieving Zelda’s room, intent to meddle and pester until her promise to a young Sabrina Morningstar had been fulfilled in its entirety. Now Lilith herself held the right to handle Zelda’s fiery tresses as much as she wanted.

Lilith’s careful gaze flickered between Zelda’s reflection in the mirror and the brush in her hands, watching as the High Priestess took off her ruined makeup and applied her nightly skincare routine, ending as always with the lotion being applied to her hands and arms before Zelda put her wedding ring back on.

Lilith carefully replaced the brush on the vanity, taking Zelda’s left hand in her own and bringing it up to kiss her knuckles, the edge of the wedding ring cold against Lilith’s crimson coated lips.

“Better?” The demoness inquired, and Zelda nodded, keeping hold of Lilith and dragging her in the direction of the bed.

Lilith waited until Zelda was settled under the duvet, then snapped her fingers to change into her own nightgown and lay next to her.

“You’re going to get lipstick on the linens again.” Zelda hummed, eyes already bleary with sleep.

Lilith grinned wickedly.

“Oh, Zee, I very much intend to. Hilda can scold me later.”

#my writing #caos #madam spellman #zelda spellman #lilith morningstar

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sapphiccharacterstournament · 7 months

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