Is there like a book on demon classifications? Or are you aware of any demons specifically that shift into your biggest fears/wants? If this isn't your realm; don't worry about answering. Although, I'd love if you could point me in the direction of some books regarding this stuff!
Here are some books about demons and working with them through magick (WHICH I DO NOT SUGGEST FOR BEGINNERS AT ALL) and I suggest you also read this post:
This is an Anon request from the drabble request list. #1:
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Requested it be Sam.
This is so much fun! If you want to request a drabble, here is the LIST!
It was actually a hunt you were looking forward to. A Demon parading around as a rich business man, hosting Gala after Gala. Each time a person would end up dead, at least a couple of miles away. Of course they had all been female, and both Sam and Dean decided you would have to dress up and attend, preferably on the arm of Sam, your boyfriend.
That had forced a shopping trip, and now you were here, back at the motel, locked in the bathroom as you got ready for the evening. Making sure your make up was on point, you had curled your hair, wearing it up with some trendils hanging down. Slipping the dress over your shoulders, you smoothed it down, checking it in the mirror. It hugged in all the right places, giving your cleavage a boost while making your waist much smaller than usual. The skirt was short, much shorter than you normally wore, but it showed off your newly tanned legs, and you loved how they looked. Wearing ballet flats instead of heels, you thought you were rocking the outfit. It was fun, actually getting a chance to dress up, which didn’t happen very much at all.
Stepping out into the main room, you quickly realized that Dean had already left, Sam was already in his borrowed tux, looking extremely handsome. “Wow Sam, you clean up nice.” You said, surprising him. Turning quickly, you watched as he swallowed thickly, his eyes traveling up and down your body.
“You look…Well…” He stuttered. “Should the dress be that short?”
Raising an eyebrow at him, you felt a little hurt. Instead of complimenting you like you had expected, all he could comment on was the length of your dress.
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You responded curtly, reaching over and grabbing your purse.With a stony face, you walked to the door, not even turning to make sure Sam was following along.
“Y/N, I….” Sam started, but a glare from you had him stopping. Silently, the two of you rode to the golf course where the Gala was being held. As soon as you exited the car, you brushed past the Valet, Sam close behind you. Reaching over to take your elbow, you jerked it away from him.
“Y/N, I know you’re mad at something I did, but please. We need to work together on this case. It isn’t smart to go off on our own.” He tried talking to you, but you were still frustrated and hurt, and you turned on him.
“Oh, so now I’m dressed sluttly and am stupid? Maybe you should find another girlfriend then. One who doesn’t try to make the case work anyway she knows how. And that includes dressing to get the eye of the guy in question.”
Without another word you strode away, heading straight for the bar. Ordering a shot of whiskey, you were about ready to drink it when a man’s voice stopped you. “I saw you were having issues with your escort. Maybe I can help you?”
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the man in question staring down into your cleavage. Trying not to get creeped out, you smiled at the man. “Yeah, he doesn’t like my dress.”
“What’s not to like?” The man, or Demon, said, using it as an excuse to rake his gaze over you. “It fits you perfectly, showcasing the beautiful legs and bust tthat deserves a man’s attention.”
Wanting to reach over and slap him, you were stopped when Sam came over, his face furious. “Back up man. You lost this sweet little thing.” The Demon growled, but without a word, Sam pressed himself up to the man, and you watched as he slammed the knife into the Demon’s back.
“Sam!” You exclaimed. “We’re in public!”
“No one is looking this way. Dean created a diversion. Now let’s go!” He told you, leaving the Demon leaning against the bar as the two of you raced out of the nearest exit. Before you could turn to meet up with Dean, Sam grabbed your arm.
“Y/N, I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I just saw you looking gorgeous in that dress, and I hated the fact that it was just for the Demon’s Gala, and not for me. Please forgive me?” He pleaded, using his puppy dog eye trick.
“Fine, I forgive you. But you should still have to make it up for me.” You said, and he nodded.
“Anything!” He answered. “Oh, and Y/N? Keep the dress. It’s meant to grace your beautiful body.”
A charming and beautiful swamp demon comes parading out of the shallow creek. In a deep, sonorous voice, he tells you that you have been Chosen, and you are the one who was prophesied to return to him the Green Ball of Joy, stolen by the river in years long past.
1. Obtain him the Green Ball of Joy from the mud and wash it off, because he somehow didn’t see it and it’s right there?
2. Refuse to touch the tennis ball, and throw sticks for him instead?
The Temper Tantrum (a ‘We Intertwined’ fan-drabble)
A short fluffy, hilarious drabble for @nifwrites because I absolutely adore the idea of ‘Grampa’ Cor baby-sitting these sweet (slightly off-the-rails in Aurora’s case xD) children <3 I hope you enjoy this randomness!!! :D
Grampa Cor, Aurora, and Lucas- a ‘We Intertwined’ drabble)
Lucas and Aurora’s presence in Cor’s study was one of
regular occurrence. The littlest Scientias honestly could not get enough of the
Immortal, and Raine often wondered how much money “Immortals’ made to be able
to bribe her children into behaving for hours on end with him. Not that the
content mother was complaining. Although Lucas and Aurora were literally Raine’s
world, she did like to get in a little breather with Ignis every now and then.
Leonis was always happy to watch over the little tykes while Raine and Ignis
stole away on a short romantic getaway outside the walls of New Insomnia. Much
like the current circumstances.
“Grampa? Can we go to the park?” Aurora pulled on Cor’s
sleeve as he tried to fill out some paper work, resulting in a wayward streak
of ink on the official documents. Merely heaving a patient sigh, Cor turned to
the little girl and shook his head, pointing sternly to the window. The day was
overcast- with the grey clouds hanging densely in the sky, about ready to rain
down on the newly built city.
“I want you to look outside this window and tell me
two good reasons why we shouldn’t go
outside, Aurora. And then that will be your answer.” Cor rumbled, an amused
smile appearing on his lined face as Aurora immediately huffed, jutting her
pink lower lip out in an adorable pout. Her sea-foam green eyes glinted,
signalling in on-coming tantrum.
Bullets: Dead roses, torn wedding gowns, foggy mornings, shouting when you’re angry, angst, dimly lit rooms, black and greasy hair, dreadlocks, porcelain dolls, sketch pads, sketching pencils
Revenge: Red and black, red flowers of any kind, coffins, ciggarettes, old churches, black widow spiders, black ballet slippers, red eyeshadow, black glitter, torn skinny jeans, clear nights, full moons, graveyards, horror movies, demons
Black Parade: Hospital rooms, heart monitors, IV drips, pale skin, being cold to the touch, black and white striped arm warmers, nightmares, ghosts, being sick, wanting to give up, but continuing to press on, wheelchairs, blood transfusions, lethargy, medicine
Danger Days: Bright and vivid color, living in the moment, muscle cars, large cities, any 50s diner, hot days and cold nights, laying next to someone you love, giving your all in relationships, leather jackets, steel toe boots, neon lights, energy drinks.
Mabel shivered against the cold and fumbled around for her blankets, intending to get at least a few more minutes of blissful sleep. When her fingers hit dirt not her sheets, Mabel’s eyes snapped open, startled to realize that she wasn’t in her bed. Her panic at not being anywhere familiar was delayed by the eeriness of her surroundings, and the fact that she had no idea how she’d gotten there.
I am fond of all headcannons/fics where Cassie actually sees Dipper being a demon and is honestly terrified by him, she has nightmares, can't sleep, is all around jumpy, rethinks her entire world, throws out all the ice cream in the house and (I always thought she would have a ready to go summoning circle painted on the floor) she paints over the summoning circle. In my opinion, the difference between Cassie and Mabel is that due to their bond, Mabel always knew Dipper would never hurt her.
Sad as it is, Dipper is going to end up meeting people and befriending individuals who eventually run from him. Not everyone can handle him at his worst, or deal with the fact that he’s a demon (if he parades around as a human later down the road when he’s able to disguise himself in the physical world for longer periods of time).
Not that I think Cassie would be one of those people. She would come around eventually, but it would take time. She isn’t like Mabel, nor is she even like Henry, who had an ungodly level of tolerance even while scared. But she’d realize with some time that while Dipper can be unstable at times and is far more terrifying than she originally thought, he’s trustworthy. And when it comes down to it, a wonderful friend.
Just, a friend capable of far more horrifying things than she previously thought.