Prompt using this ask (in the Transcendence AU blog): (post/108182257623)?
Stan grumbled, sitting down at the tiny metal table in
the Shack-being-turned-to-Library’s kitchen. The notebook sitting
innocently in front of him on the table was covered in five kinds of
glitter and about half a dozen stickers, not counting the five
different alphabet styles of sticker that spelled out “Dealing
With My Demon Brother: A Guide By Mabel Pines”
across the cover.
had shoved the thing at him about a week after they’d come to stay
the first summer after it all went down, and been updating it
constantly since then from her own well-worn copy every time they
hadn’t bothered to do more than flip through it once since she’d
pushed it on him, since it seemed mostly like regular Dipper things.
And he knew how to deal with demons, somewhat. So why bother with a
it was Dipper.
Demon or not, corporeal or not, he was still the sweaty and awkward
kid Stan knew, and if he got out of line Stan had a squirt bottle of
diluted holy water on hand. (He wanted to discourage the kid, not
hurt him. He was a conman and a liar but dammit he still loved those
kids, so squirting Dipper? Sure, that was funny. Hurting Dipper, not
so much. So, diluted. Not that he could tell always tell when he hit
Dipper, apart from whatever Dipper was trying to move falling to the
floor as he lost his grip. Still funny.)