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Black eyes, hellhounds, the full demonic package. you'll probably find me in my bookshop, fair prices, one book for your soul.

[ Independent rp account for Supernatural OC - willing to rp with anyone - may be NSFW - I track the tags scarlettdaemon (old url) and demonwithabookshop (current url)- I am in no way affiliated with Emilie Autumn - No gifs or pictures are mine unless stated otherwise. ]

Dead Is The New Alive;

scarlettdaemon Stumbled onto a Crimescene.

someoneacquiremeanothershoe:

demonwithabookshop:

Inwardly, Scarlett was both preening at the attention and taunting the real Scarlett, emphasizing her teasing by tugging at Sam’s bottom lip between her teeth again roughly, while arching herself into his touch, shuddering at the soft stroke on her neck. Her high keen of frustration as Sam’s hand fell to her thigh broke the kiss slightly, though she was quick to return to it, getting increasingly frustrated at the bonds securing her to the frankly uncomfortable chair.

Her nails bit into her palms as she fought the urge to fight against the bonds, knowing it was useless. She wanted- needed - more, she felt too submissive being strapped down, used to taking over and controlling, though even judging by the kiss alone, it seemed Sam would have none of that. “The only bargain I want right now is for you to let me out of this chair,” She breathed, her chest heaving as she unnecessarily caught her breath, biting her own lip sharply at having Sam’s hand so close. "You will not let me out of these will you?" She groaned, jolting her wrists again and causing them to rub against the rough restraints, ignoring the sharp pain as she did so.

Her desperate pleas, brought Sam crashing back to reality. “I-I can’t—” Sam hissed defensively, prying his lips from hers, upon hearing the metallic clink of the restraints, as Scarlett tugged fruitlessly at them. He cocked his head to the side, watching her through narrowed lids. In all honestly, he would happily rip her from the chair, to witness how much of a fighter she truly was; Hey. Sam was a ‘picky’ guy. He gently stroked the entirety of her inner thigh, his fingers dipping in, once again, to the hem of her shorts, with a shiver. He was frustrated, the demon blood making him painfully impatient, but Scarlett’s request had reminded him of where he was, and what he was supposed to be doing.

If his brother walked in on this—The repercussions would be unthinkable.

"I..need…to.." Sam murmured incoherently, taking a minute step back, and hurriedly wiping his lipstick-stained and bloody mouth onto his sleeve. His pupils were blown-wide as the tainted blood still surged through his body, along with the bea-u-tiful feeling of satisfaction, something he hadn’t known, since his last ‘hit’. He knew this mistake would come back to haunt him. What an idjit. “…Dean..”       

Scarlett narrowed her eyes back at Sam as he pulled away, tilting her head upwards. “Yes, you can,” She snapped back, wondering why he suddenly chickened out. “Why do you think you cannot? Scared?” She taunted, shuddering at the touch of his large hand against her thigh, growling in impatience as he once again dipped his fingers under the hem of her shorts. “Sam, I swear you better do something soon or I swear -” She threatened, a small part of her mind reminding her at the present moment she couldn’t do anything, yet that didn’t matter. 

A whine escaped her throat as Sam moved away, she wasn’t used to being teased in such a way, usually it was her who constantly teased, yet how the tables had turned. She watched Sam, her hair and face an absolute mess as she watched him wipe his mouth, biting her lip as she recalled what had happened mere seconds ago. Her face lit up in understanding, looking up at the ceiling and wondering what Dean was up to, probably getting more torture weapons or whatever. “Aw, is little Sammy frightened that his big brother will not approve?” Scarlett sung, wondering when Dean would return.

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spellbooksandsulphur:

demonwithabookshop:

Scarlett grinned as the demon walked over the indicated shelves, following her slowly and skimming her fingertips along the broken spines of the leather books, pretending only to be interested in the titles of the books, yet watching her closely from the corner of her eye. “So, you want to play with magic?” She asked, “Do not tell me you are continuing your human work as a demon?” It was very possible that the girl could be a witch, they weren’t uncommon if you knew where to look.

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Ele eyed the other demon, aware she was being followed. “Well I wouldn’t say that. I used to be a full time witch, now…not so much. I only dabble with spells when certain things become hard to locate. It has come in handy recently.” She replied stiffly, not particularly keen on sharing her personal life with strangers. Much less a demon.

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Scarlett listened keenly, wondering what things the demon would want to locate. “I can see how magic would be useful, I prefer the use of sigils and signs myself,” She said, gently touching the raised scar on her arm, the locking sigil trapping her in the body. “When were you a full time witch?” The girl didn’t seem older than her, yet it could simply be the meatsuit getting in the way.

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+spellbooksandsulphur has entered the bookshop

spellbooksandsulphur:

demonwithabookshop:

Scarlett thought of the book, knowing she didn’t have many of the real kind of magic books in the main shop. Setting the knife down, she raised her hands jokingly. “I think I have a few suggestions, most magic books look the same,” She tilted her head to show the slightly hidden part of the shop, winking at her. “In there, that is all the real deal.”

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Ele gave the demon a look, wondering why she seemed so helpful now but decided not not question it. “Thanks.” she replied and gave a short nod and a smile before heading in the direction the other had indicated. She walked slowly, taking one last look around just in case it was a trap and stepped towards the shelves of old books, most of which looked vaguely familiar.

Scarlett grinned as the demon walked over the indicated shelves, following her slowly and skimming her fingertips along the broken spines of the leather books, pretending only to be interested in the titles of the books, yet watching her closely from the corner of her eye. “So, you want to play with magic?” She asked, “Do not tell me you are continuing your human work as a demon?” It was very possible that the girl could be a witch, they weren’t uncommon if you knew where to look.

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spellbooksandsulphur:

demonwithabookshop:

"Well, it appears you have come to the right place," Scarlett purred, her voice silky smooth as she lured the other demon closer, her grin turning predatory at the cautious steps forward. She had to admit, the head held high was a nice touch, the confidence causing her to sit down the blade slowly. "It depends on the information you require,"

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She kept her guard up, still not quite trusting the other demon to lash out and attack her. “I was looking for a book of spells. Leather-bound, tacky, weighs a ton and looks like it has been around since the dawn of time.” She put on her best sickly sweet smile. ” Ringing any bells?”

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Scarlett thought of the book, knowing she didn’t have many of the real kind of magic books in the main shop. Setting the knife down, she raised her hands jokingly. “I think I have a few suggestions, most magic books look the same,” She tilted her head to show the slightly hidden part of the shop, winking at her. “In there, that is all the real deal.”

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April 23rdvia and source with 10 notes

Hostages | | Kidnapping AU

someoneacquiremeanothershoe:

demonwithabookshop:

“Seconded,” Scarlett huffed, her fingertips gently stroking over her collection, which hadn’t been used as much since Mary was born, much to her disappointment. She had met Crowley only a few times, and the demon hardly seemed like the type to do something so bold, fearless and without a doubt, absolutely stupid. ‘I guess a man’s ego really is something not to be toyed with’, she thought, as there was a major dispute over the status of King (and Queen) of Hell.

Picking up her oldest blade, the wood almost stained red at the hilt, she twirled it lightly before tucking it into her garter, picking up her boots and sliding them on, along with a few other necessities tucked inside. “How many grunts do you reckon are going to be there?” Scarlett asked Sam, standing with her back to him as she weighed two different knives in her hands, trying to figure which to bring.

She turned to Sam, grinning back at him as she hid the serrated blade in a belt wrapped around her corset, planning on doing as much damage as possible. “You have fun with Crowley, I shall leave him to you as long as I get to have a little fun too?” She offered, glancing at the nails and indicating to one of the knives. “Use one of them, they will not work as well, thus, creating a pain most unbearable,” She laughed, nodding quickly and ensuring everything was secure and hidden.

Sam smirked devilishly at his wife’s suggestion and made a grab for one of the new-er daggers, none of this ‘Box of Fun’ was new he noted, blowing off the thick, almost disheartening, layer of dust, that had accumulated on the blade; he understood, that since having children Scarlett had attempted to tone down her wild, boisterous ways, in favor of playing the altogether boring, and pleasantly normal housewife, and mother.They had both decided this, during the pregnancy. ‘It was for the best’. They had to keep their children safe, and if it meant hiding their identities under masks of feigned humanity, then so be it.

It had been awhile since he had seen Scarlett ‘in action’, and he was looking forward to the show. She was an entertainer at heart, and always f u n to watch, he thought with sadistic glee. ”You’ll be posted on guard duty, then?” He joked, yanking open the door, and waiting for Scarlett to join him. “I’m worried, It’s been such a long time, Scarlett, you might ‘ave lost your touch.” He chuckled, before bolting down the stairs.

          ~The moment of comic-relief passed, and Sam set to work.~ 

Midnight' the note had said. 'Seven Hours. That's too freakin' long'. Sam's mega-mind raced, trying to grasp where Crowley could possibly be holding his children. ‘Not in Hell’ Sam decided, he would’ve heard about it. A light bulb flickered to life above his head. “I think I know where to start.” 

Scarlett gently stroked her fingers along the garter turned knife sheath, being unfamiliar to the comforting feeling of the weight as she had taken a sudden maternity leave from her usual psychopathic, murderous tendencies. She carefully packed away everything she couldn’t carry, tucking the box back into the closet, hiding it under the skirt of a particularly long dress. She turned to look at Sam’s box of fun, knowing most in his box would probably hurt - or kill - her or any monster that got on his bad side. She tried to keep her mind off the children, yet it wasn’t because Scarlett didn’t care, it was the exact opposite. She cared too much, and that thought scared her, she hadn’t cared this much for anyone, let alone her own family, in nearly a century.

Scarlett raised her eyebrow at Sam’s suggestion, knowing that she would definitely get some part in the action, she couldn’t just ignore it all after all. “Guard duty? Sam, I did not know you thought so lowly of my capabilities!” She joked, narrowing her eyes as Sam darted down the stairs, following him and jumping on his back, her light weight meaning he probably wouldn’t even lose his balance. She gently held a knife to his throat, knowing if she had managed to get this close to Sam she would be able to take down the mindless demons later. “Oh, Sammy, perhaps it is you who has lost his touch,”

She lightly jumped off his back, tucking the knife away and glancing at the clock, shifting her weight and tugging a strand of her hair, leaning against her desk and watching Sam quietly. “What if - we will make it in time? We have hours, but how do we know for sure where they are?” She asked, though waited for Sam’s suggestion, anything would be good to try at this point.

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someoneacquiremeanothershoe:

demonwithabookshop:

"I may have suggested the name Lillian for Mary," Scarlett confessed, though thinking about it now she was rather pleased they had gone with Mary. She watched Sam rummaging through the box before finishing their drinks just the way they liked them, carrying the cups through and sitting them on the table and sitting beside Sam. She glanced at the paper in Sam’s hand, laughing and pulling out a different photo, one that she had found with the admission papers. She looked a lot different in this one, hair a mess, face thin, eyes dead. She looked the picture of insanity. "I was seeing things. My dead father in partiular." She explained, reading the scrawled handwriting. "This is-different. Intimately soft. It is basically laying all my cards out for anyone to take advantage of,”

Sam sighed heavily, picking up the steaming mug of coffee and taking a tentative sip, before setting it back on the table. “So ‘sane’ wasn’t ever in your vocabulary then?” His face lit up in amusement, a tight smile at his lips. Sam glanced at the photo Scarlett held in her hands, furrowing his brow in thought. He recognized the wild glint within the girl’s dark-ringed eyes, the callous curl of her lips, the suggestive bravado and mannerisms, and yet, her face was painfully unfamiliar; it was outright disturbing, to imagine his wife being anything other, than the woman sat beside him. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t trust me either.” He flashed her a knowing smirk, stroking a soothing hand along her milky thigh. “Is-is that what you bargained for? Your freedom?”      

"When I was a child it was, yet all that changed," Scarlett dug a little bit more, finding a picture of a straight faced little girl, standing rigidly beside an equally emotionless little boy, the picture more faded than the rest. "It is quite scary looking back at all this," She admitted, leaning into his side as they continued looking through the scraps of her past life. She rested her hand on his as it landed on her thigh, sensing that now was probably the time to tell him of how she became this way. "No, I got that on my own. I - well, I sold my soul after falling in love. He was a crossroads demon, sneaky bastard." Scarlett’s face fell as she remembered, yet it was all like looking through murky water, the memories there but somehow…not. "Very charming, found out my life’s dream was to become a violinist, and well, he made it happen."

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queen-ov-night:

Emilie Autumn

April 23rdvia and source with 63 notes

TheOffice[I told you I would, I did] ll HeadTeacher AU.

someoneacquiremeanothershoe:

"Don’t call me Sammy.” Sam snapped, in a venomous tone that was usually reserved for those, pitiful demons, who were coincidentally, within minutes of hearing it, flayed. He narrowed his eyes at his wife, then at Mary; angry didn’t even begin to describe how truly aggravated he felt. He wouldn’t usually bother, with pointing out to Scarlett how much he despised the name -she knew-, but he couldn’t help but be riled by her nonchalance, so he’d decided to play the ‘spiteful’ card. He flashed her a ‘We’ll be talkin’ about this later’ look, at his wife, and at Mary in turn, before focusing back on the Head Master. 

"What the ‘ell are we still doin’ here?” Sam exclaimed, rolling his eyes at Scarlett’s untamed giggle. Clearing his throat, to stifle his own smile. The couple were in the midst of an argument, so he wouldn’t be the first to give in

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"Lets cut the crap, shall we?" He hissed, squaring his shoulders at the man, rising to his full height. Sam had, had enough. "You’re not sendin’ my children away, that’s decided.” He snorted; like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Expel ‘em, suspend ‘em, take away some house points, I don’t give a damn. Jus’ decide what’s to be done. We’ll go home, you’ll stay here. Everyone is happy, and dandy—”

The ringing phone cut through Sam’s tirade. “Aren’t you goin’ to answer that?” 

{Brennan smirked devilishly, as Mr Stanley leaned forward to pick up the phone; shifting through a quickly drafted script in his head. “I’ve got one better, dad.” He gloated, shooting a smug look in his father’s direction, and a ‘I’m better than you' grin, at his sister.

~”Hello?”  Mr Stanley, this is Victoria Jacobs, The Head of The Board of Directors.  Brennan thought this, and it was so. Mimicking a voice is easy, it’s the reality that the young Winchester struggled with; instead of just a simple lie, he liked to go BIG, and extravagant.}

“Why? I thought you liked being called Sammy, Sammy dear,” Scarlett teased, knowing just how angry – understatement – Sam was, yet she had done it innumerable times, pushing him constantly to the edge of anger, it was a rather fun game she adored to play. She shot a playful look at Mary as Sam sent her an equally pissed off look, knowing if Sam did actually start getting truly angry at them she would take the brunt of it, which probably why Mary and Brennan were so uncaring about the punishment they received, as half the time it went ignored by everyone, parents and children alike.

Scarlett grinned at Sam’s obvious attempt to not give in, ‘accidentally’ brushing her skirt up slightly higher to try catch his attention and throw him off guard. “I have to agree with my husband, this all seems rather dragged out and is just getting ridiculous.”

Teasing aside, she couldn’t deny that she was very attracted to Sam when he squared down the headmaster, looking up at him and giving him her full attention at his rant, surprisingly feeling a warm feeling that she would most likely deny later as he protected their children, frustrated that he was interrupted by the damn phone.

[Mary look offended as her father glared at her, acting innocent and as though she had done absolutely nothing wrong, something the Winchester daughter was famous for doing. She looked between her mother and father, before zeroing in on Brennan, sitting straighter in her seat and linking the two, pointing at the phone and staring at Brennan, knowing he would read her silent ‘is that you?’]

[Mary leaned forward, closing her eyes and listening to the phone conversation, her eyebrows furrowing at the woman’s voice. She wondered what the hell Brennan was doing briefly, yet focused on the conversation, not wanting to miss anything.]

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"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy." —consultingsister

"I would stay clear of any freshly dug graves then,"

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queen-ov-night:

Emilie Autumn

April 22ndvia and source with 73 notes






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