Since this used to be a largely CAOS-centered blog, I am coming out of my hiatus to say I am devastated by the news Lucy Davis shared today about her Stage 4 breast cancer, which has metastasized, and is incurable/terminal. My thoughts go out to her, her friends, and her family.
My Top 20 Archie Women For International Women’s Day
20. Ms. Beazley
She is very funny
19. Polly Cooper
She gives me lesbian vibes
18. January McAndrews
I have, admittedly, not read a lot of her but I luv her
17. Della
Fucking icon
16. Ms. Grundy
Another one I feel bad for putting low. But there are others I simply like more
15. Ethel Muggs
She is very cute and also very funny
14. Ginger Lopez
RAHHHHHHH I love her when she’s allowed to have her own personality rather than being Cheryl 2.0
13. Nancy Woods
Awwwwww my baby <3 She looks so cute here <3
12. Alexandra Cabot
She used to annoy me a lil bit but she’s grown on me a lot
11. Toni Topaz
She’s that one post abt how being hungry makes you bisexual
10. Midge Klump
No you don’t understand I literally love her so much. I hope her ugly boyfriend dies
9. Josie McCoy
Thinks Caesar could’ve gone farther/ref
8. Melody Valentine
One of my fave examples of the bimbo trope. AND she’s bisexual. She’s amazing
7. Zelda Spellman and 6. Hilda Spellman
I struggled to find separate images of them
5. Valerie Smith
I do NOT play abt her and I completely understand why Archie was willing to dump both his girlfriends for her
4. Cheryl Blossom
Cherry Blossom <333 My favorite mean lesbian <333
3. Veronica Lodge
It feels kinda criminal not having her and Betty back to back but my top 3 are a little bit interchangeable so. Idk man she’s one of The Characters ever created. Read Vampironica rn
2. Sabrina Spellman
Would have taken the top spot if I hadn’t developed an abrupt attachment to Miss Betty Cooper. I have sm nostalgia for her. She’s literally me
Betty Cooper🌱
Ya’ll already knew she’d be in first place. She may be Archie’s second choice but she will always be my first. The REAL main character, the people’s princess. I would sell my soul for her
Anyways. All of these ladies mean a lot to me and there are others I probably would have included if this was a longer list. To me the women have always been the main appeal of Archie Comics, I love how diverse and interesting they are despite the simplistic nature of the series. There’s sm you can do with all of them writing-wise. It’s also been refreshing to be part of a fandom where the female characters and wlw ships get the most focus despite it being a split cast. I love girls. That’s all, okay bye
Request: Yes / No Hi there! Please may I request a Sabrina Spellman story of reader being an adopted sibling to the family (child of a demon) and Sabrina helping them trust that the family won't abandon them? Anon
Requests are open from this prompt list or just your own idea! <3 Have a nice day/night
Spellmens x Fem!Demon!Adopted!Reader
Word count: 1298
Warnings: Feeling like you'll be abandoned
Y/N: Your Name
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Greendale never felt like home. Even after years. Even after the mortals stopped staring quite so much. Even after the witches whispered less when I passed. Even after living under the same roof as the Spellmans, who were, by all accounts, kind, powerful, and dangerously loyal to each other. I still waited for the moment they’d realize: I didn’t belong.
I wasn’t born into their family; I was found. Dragged, really. Summoned by accident during one of Aunt Zelda’s rituals, though she’d never admit that part out loud. I was a child standing in a circle of salt. My eyes were glowing faintly, my power crackling too wild, too unstable, too… wrong.
“Demonic.” Zelda had said immediately.
“She’s terrified.” Hilda corrected just as quickly.
And Sabrina?
Sabrina looked at me like she already knew me, like she already decided.
“She stays.”
That was years ago… and still, I never unpacked completely.
It wasn’t obvious; I’m good at hiding it. I smiled when Hilda baked. I helped Ambrose with spells. Went to the Academy when required. I even laughed sometimes. But it was always there. That quiet, suffocating thought. If I mess up… they’ll send me away.
I had messed up before. Not small things, not harmless mistakes. Dangerous ones. Once, I lost control during a nightmare. Shadow creatures bled into the waking world, clawing at the walls, hissing in voices that weren’t mine. Zelda had contained it… Barely. I didn’t sleep for three nights after that.
Another time, my power lashed out when I got angry. A classmate at the Academy ended up thrown across the room. Unconscious. I never meant to hurt anyone, but intent didn’t matter. Not when I am what I am. A demon’s child. Not fully demonic, not fully mortal, not even a witch. And demons? They didn’t get families. They got used, controlled, or abandoned. So I tried to stay careful. Quiet. Good. Sabrina noticed, of course she did. She always did.
“You’re doing it again.” She said one night, leaning against my bedroom doorframe. I didn’t look up from the book in my lap.
“Doing what?”
“That thing where you pretend you’re fine.” She replied.
I forced a small smile. “I am fine.”
She didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t buy it.
“You flinch every time Zelda raises her voice.” She said gently.
“Even when she’s not talking to you.”
My fingers lightened on the pages.
“That’s normal.” I muttered. “She’s intimidating.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Silence stretched. Heavy and unavoidable.
“You think we’re going to get rid of you.” Sabrina finally said.
It wasn’t a question.
My head snapped up.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
I hated that she could read me like that, like I wasn’t hiding anything at all.
“I just-” I started, then stopped. Because what could I even say? That every kind thing they did felt temporary? That every mistake felt like it could be my last? That sometimes I pack a bad in my head, just in case?
Sabrina stepped into the room slowly, like she was approaching something fragile.
“You don’t trust us.” She said softly.
My throat tightened.
“I do.”
“Not completely.”
I looked away, because she was right.
The breaking point happened next week. Because of course it did. Because things in Greendale never stayed quiet for long. The Academy called. Urgent and serious.
“There’s been… an incident.” Blackwood said, voice tight.
Zelda’s expression sharpened instantly.
“We’ll be there.”
I knew before they even said it. I felt it, that familiar, sickening pull in my chest. Magic gone wrong.
Wild.
Uncontrolled.
Me.
“I didn’t-” I started, panic rising. “I wasn’t even there-”
But no one had accused me… Not yet. Still, the fear was already there.
At the Academy, students lined the halls, whispering, watching. A classroom had been destroyed. Blackened walls, broken desks, something unnatural lingering in the air.
“It wasn’t her!” Sabrina said immediately. But no one had said it was. Until…
“This kind of magic…” Nick muttered. “It feels-”
“Demonic.” Prudence finished.
My stomach dropped. Zelda turned to me slowly. Not angry, not accusing, but thinking. Evaluating. And that was worse.
“I didn’t do this.” I said, voice shaking despite my best effort.
“I believe you.” Sabrina said instantly.
But Zelda didn’t answer right away. And that hesitation? That single second? It broke something. I didn’t wait. Didn’t wait for proof. Didn’t wait for them to decide my fate. I ran.
I ran out of the Academy. Into the woods. My power sparking under my skin like it always did when my emotions got too big. Too loud. Too much.
Of course they think it was you. My thoughts spiraled.
Why wouldn’t they?
You’re not really one of them.
You never were.
My breathing turned sharp, uneven, and dangerous. The forest reacted. Branches creaked, shadows stretched, and something dark flickered at the edges of reality.
“Stop…” I whispered to myself. “Stop-”
But I couldn’t.
Because this was what I did.
I ruined things.
“Y/N!”
My head snapped up. Sabrina stood at the edge of the clearing. Breathing hard and eyes locked on me.
“Stay back!” I warned, my voice trembling. “I’m not… this isn’t-”
“I know.” She said, stepping closer anyway.
“You don’t!” I snapped. “You don’t know what I am!” The power around me surged. Dark and unstable.
“I do.” Sabrina said firmly. “And I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be!”
The ground cracked slightly beneath my feet. Energy pulsing outward.
“Everyone should be!” I continued, voice breaking. “Because this is what happens, I lose control and people get hurt, and then they look at me like I’m the problem they need to fix or get rid of-”
“We are not getting rid of you!”
Her voice cut through everything. Sharp, clear, and unshakable. I froze.
“Yes, you are.” I whispered. “Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually…” My eyes burned.
“You’ll realize I’m too dangerous. Too unstable. Too… wrong.”
Sabrina stepped closer, slow and deliberate.
“Do you really think that little of us?” She asked.
“It’s not about you.” I said. “It’s about me.”
“No.” She said, shaking her head. “It’s about trust.”
I laughed weakly. “I trust you.”
“Then trust this.” She said, voice soft but firm. “You are my sister.”
The words hit harder than anything ever has before.
“You don’t get to decide you’re disposable.” She continued. “Not to me, not to Aunt Hilda, not to Ambrose, not even to Aunt Zelda- no matter how scary she is.”
A small, shaky laugh escaped me.
“You think we don’t see how hard you try?” She added. “How careful you are? How much you care?”
My chest tightened painfully.
“You think one mistake, real or not, changes that?” Sabrina asked.
“I’ve made more than one.” I whispered.
“Then we deal with them.” She said simply.
“Why?” I asked, voice cracking. “Why would you keep me when you don’t have to?”
Sabrina didn’t hesitate.
“Because we love you.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Fragile.
The magic around me flickered, weakening.
“You don’t have to earn that.” Sabrina said quietly. “You already have it.”
My vision blurred.
“I don’t know how to believe that…” I admitted.
“That’s okay.” She said gently. “You don’t have to believe it all at once.”
She stepped closer, close enough now that I could feel her warmth. Her presence. Her certaintly.
“Just don’t run.” She said.
My breath hitched. For the first time I didn’t feel like I was about to be left behind. Slowly, I nodded.
The truth came out later. It wasn’t me, never was. It was another student. Some spell that went wrong. Zelda apologized, in her own way. Stiff and formal, but sincere. Hilda hugged me tighter than usual. Ambrose ruffled my hair. And Sabrina? She stayed.
