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nanlanmoarchived · 2 years

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I posted 3,004 times in 2022

That's 1,279 more posts than 2021!

840 posts created (28%)

2,164 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@boss @talesfromthevoiid @thefreak-86 @leneemusing @kniightharrington

I tagged 2,953 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#ooc - 739 posts #; memes - 506 posts #about jess - 207 posts #v; you are my sunshine - 200 posts #otp; don't feed me i will come back { steve } - 188 posts #v; new monster in town - 170 posts #v; where you lead - 141 posts #intothevxid - 120 posts #kniightharrington - 100 posts #v; we fell in love in october - 98 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#// i went ahead and dropped this into my stranger things verse where she lives in hawkins but if you'd prefer something else let me know! 💗

My Top Posts in 2022:

@offorester gets a loosely plotted thing!

“You didn’t have to come with me.” Jessica offered softly, a sheepish smile pulling at her features. Apparently fitting in was going to take a little more time than she’d expected, the clique of girls she’d caught gossiping about her having pushed her almost over the edge of losing her temper. Honestly she wasn’t even sure why they’d invited her. It wasn’t like they were really friends, they’d just been in a group together in class and she over heard them talking about the night’s festivities. She supposed maybe she shouldn’t have asked about it but weren’t parties what normal teenagers did?

She’d been grateful when she found Dean amongst the party goers, though admittedly the ease with which he’d clocked her feigned disinterest in the party for the slight it’d actually been made her wonder if such occurrences weren’t all that uncommon in the quaint little town. She smiled up at him as the din of the party faded back into the background, the night’s sounds replacing music and hollering with crickets and sprinklers. “I’m okay, I promise.” Her head shook lightly, eyes rolling as she looked to the sidewalk ahead, “Mean girls aren’t anythin’ new, I’m just not good at dealin’ with ‘em.”

25 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

semi-plotted starter for @putyourbabyfangsaway!

When Jessica imagined getting married, she’d always thought it’d be a small ceremony. Maybe a quick run to the court house with a party of a reception to follow, but that was back when she’d assumed she’d stay in relative obscurity. Being the King of Louisiana’s progeny had come with a certain amount of media focus but once power shifted and she’d stepped into the limelight, she’d realized just how much that required.

The whirlwind relationship and engagement struck up between her and the King of Mississippi had largely been a media ploy. He was sweet, older than her but turned in his late teens as well, so at least they had that in common. They’d struck up a friendly enough relationship that when they’d decided to marry, the internet was taken by storm and honestly, she hated it. The eyes on her at all times, the focus on every detail. Apparently Americans hated vampires until there was a wedding to plan.

Honestly, Jessica shouldn’t have been surprised when Eric Northman turned back up. Her engagement had been plastered all over the internet and television and while they may not have broken up on exactly bad terms, she hadn’t tried to chase after him. “And to what do I owe this honor, Mr. Northman?” She offered with a sigh, sorting through paperwork on her desk.

33 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

@thefreak-86 gets a plotted starter!

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Jessica had been a live wire for days since Chrissy’s death and the grotesque murders that’d followed and Eddie being made a suspect. The news made her sick to her stomach, not only for the students who’d died far earlier than they should’ve but for Eddie and all of the cruel things people were saying about him. They hardly knew him and yet he was the first to be blamed. Much to the vampire’s chagrin, her Maker had gone on the defense. No matter how much she protested, he was certain she’d had something to do with her classmates’ deaths and so she’d been grounded with a command and all she could do was beg for some piece of news from her “friends.”

From what she could sense, Eddie was okay. Anxious, scared, but alive. The redhead had begged for days on end to be able to go to him, to bring him home to hide out as all of this was figured out but Bill wouldn’t budge. He’s got enough to deal with and the last thing we need is attention comin’ our way. And so she waited, clinging to that familiar connection that’d built between their blood.

And then one night it changed. That shadowed version of Eddie that lived within her was painted technicolored with emotions, swelling with the ebbs and flows of whatever he was doing and she smiled, excited that whatever was going on was so different than before. Until it wasn’t. Until that aching fear, the sting of-- She couldn’t tell but intrinsically she knew something had shifted. And then he started fading, slipping from that familiar bond and sending the redhead scrambling for her Maker. It only took a moment of begging, her upset a live spark threatening to burn the house down and taking Bill with her. Bill, he’s dyin’ I can feel it. I can’t let him die.

There was no time like the present for the younger vampire to learn how to follow that tie she’d created with Eddie (something she and Bill would definitely be speaking about later), and the sound of Dustin’s voice screaming for Eddie pointed them the final stretch. Jessica’s gaze went to the hole in the ceiling that Dustin was screaming into and her stomach lurched. Whatever this place was, it wasn’t good. Neither she nor Dustin took more than a second of clarification before the vampires joined in building a tower tall enough for the three of them to tumble through the ceiling. The details could be hashed out later, right now they had a mission.

This place felt wrong and it was almost as distracting as the gossamer thin bond still linking her to Eddie. Time was running out. Dustin spied his body first and her heart sank. She was on the ground beside him in the blink of an eye, cool palm shaking as it brushed over his forehead, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re gonna scare Dustin.” She teased with a trembling voice as she clamped down on her tears. The last thing Dustin needed was that visual as Eddie lay hurt between them. “Everythin’s gonna be okay, you’re okay.” She pressed her lips to his forehead, “Bill’s gonna help, okay?” Crystal blue gaze scanned over his features. He was so cold already. Fuck. “Everythin’s gonna be okay.”

45 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

plotted starter for @thefreak-86 !

“I can’t give you a normal life!”

“You think I care for normal!"

"I don't know! Maybe one day you would! And you deserve to have that chance!"

That argument haunted the vampire for years after she and Eddie split. So many nights the words would come floating back to her, the look in his eyes as she hid the memories they’d made together as they agreed, and she’d inevitably reach for the phone. Before she could dial she always reminded herself: they’d had the fight for a reason. They’d made their pact for a reason. No matter how much her heart yearned for the boy who’d shown her the world, she would give him the opportunity to have the life that so many of their fellow Hawkins High School graduates had begun to set up for themselves.

10 years. Ten years she navigated through a largely nomadic lifestyle, taking odd jobs here and there before inevitably checking back in with her Maker. She’d stay for awhile wherever Bill was then take off again, painting, writing, and exploring the world yet largely unattached to it. She supposed it was the countdown in her head. Every year that passed was a year closer to Eddie. Or so the selfish part of her hoped. She’d made a point to not keep up with what he was doing, pointedly avoiding Ohio all together if she could. In her heart of hearts she knew that if he was happy, she’d walk away for good. Stay away and simply cherish the time she’d had with him. But if he wasn’t. . .

That was the thought as her VW bus eased to a stop in a quaint little neighborhood, across the road from the picture perfect house she could hardly imagine Eddie wanting to live in. Everything was so. . . Manicured. Jessica folded her arms over the top of the steering wheel, watching the windows for some sign of life. How would she be able to tell if he was happy without talking to him? She hadn’t really considered it, but as she studied the silver mini-van in the driveway she supposed it was because this was the last place she’d expected to find him. The redhead was about to look away and double check the address she’d been given from the Hawkins Alumni Association (a minor red flag that he’d even kept up with them that was now screaming in the back of her mind) as the sound of the front door opening caught her attention. At first she wasn’t certain it was her Eddie. Hair clipped short and tight, a dull suit hanging from his shoulders that’d turned him into a walking rectangle, and a fucking briefcase? Ginger brows knit together, that impulse control she’d so carefully built over the last decade slipping when it came to him. Let me see your smile, let me see that you’re happy she mentally called to him, but it wasn’t there. He looked tired.

Before she had time to rethink anything she was hopping out of the driver seat, hands buried in her denim jacket as she lightly jogged across the quiet street, a smile playing her features, “Excuse me, sir? Know where a girl might get a bite to eat around here?”

50 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@thefreak-86 said : ✴ for Jess’ reaction to Eddie kissing someone else

They weren’t anything official. They were flirty and they hung out and sure she found herself counting down the minutes until they were planned to see one another again but she hadn’t told Eddie that. So the sharp flame of jealousy wasn’t fair. It didn’t matter that as she watched his fingers weave into the other’s girl’s hair, she wished it was hers. She’d held back because of what she was. Who would want to kiss her? She’s technically dead. And so she swallowed once, then again, trying to push the knot in her throat down as she clutched the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles went white. She knew her smile looked strained but relief washed through her when she spotted one of her friends, “Sarah!” she called out, making a point to breeze just past Eddie and the giggling girl in front of him as she fell into step with the girl from her English class, “Hey! Let’s walk together, yeah?” Glassy gaze looked over her shoulder once more to see if Eddie even cared that she’d seen, then returned to the girl now gabbing beside her.

58 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

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orangerosebush · 3 years

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honestly, I am grateful each day I have a small blog, as the anons I see some popular accounts on here get... yowza.

#new dystopian ya novel where once you come of age you go to a screening test to see if you're the sort of individual who sends freak shit #to strangers and if you are you're given a separate version of the internet where you and your toxic brethren aren't able to access anythin #anything aside from whimsical cat videos

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mammonshuman92 · 3 years

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- Watched - Pt.3

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: cussing, stalking, kidnapping, religion,

Note: C/N (coworker name)

“Man, I’m starvin’. What’s takin’ so long anyway?” He grumbled, remembering the whole ‘first name basis’ thing with the delivery driver.

He was laid on his back across your bed scrolling through social media, impatiently waiting for you to return. His stomach started to growl.

“Maybe I should go check? But, MC said to stay here so no one could see me.” He said to himself, a slight pout on his lips.

He heard a small shuffling noise come from the living room, it sounded like a paper bag crinkling.

Ok, ya got the food, now don’t be tryin’ to chit chat MC, I know how ya are. I’m dyin’ in here!

The bedroom was a straight shot down the hall from the door, making it impossible to sneak a quick peek without fully exposing himself.

He could hear you talking back and forth with...Alex. He huffed to himself remembering your chumminess with the take out guy. Something just seemed weird to him about the whole thing.

Somethin’ is fishy about him always havin’ MC’s route or whatever. Does nobody else deliver for that place? I bet he’s got a crush on MC or somethin’.

“I’ll kick his ass.” He said out loud, his own thoughts making him sour.

He listened again, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn’t hear any actual words, but he could hear Alex’s voice. Barely, though.

Wait a minute.. Is he whisperin’? What’s he gotta say to MC that requires whisperin’?! I gotta get outta here.

Mammon was getting himself worked up, assuming this delivery guy was confessing his love to you. He’d nearly convinced himself to march out there and confront the creep. To hell with staying hidden!

Before he could blow his cover, he heard something hit the front door followed by more shuffling movement. He calmed down a bit, thinking the noises he heard were of you getting the food inside and trying to kick the door shut.

He impatiently waited for you to call out, telling him the coast was clear and that he could finally come eat. But, you didn’t.

After a couple minutes passed with no new noise, he grew slightly anxious.

He stood up and started pacing beside the bed, feeling antsy.

C’mon, MC. What’re ya doin’? I’m witherin’ away! Before long I’m gonna shrink up and turn into a Little D or somethin’..

Suddenly, he heard voices again. Well, just the delivery guy’s voice, still a hushed tone. He groaned to himself.

“If he don’t hurry up and go away, I’m gonna eat him instead.” He grumbled quietly to himself.

Something didn’t feel right though. Why was Alex’s voice the only one he heard? It had been at least five minutes since he heard you say something. It’s not like he just missed what you said because you were too quiet for him to hear, or you just chose not to contribute to the guy’s conversation.

You always talk, to basically anyone you come in contact with, never really knowing a stranger. He’s pretty sure you haven’t gone five minutes without talking since he met you. That’s why it seemed so weird to him.

That alone wasn’t really enough to expose himself though, was it?

To say you’ve been through a lot lately is an understatement. You’re sleep deprived and your nerves are shot. With everything that’s been going on, it would be more weird if you didn’t act a little different. He didn’t blame you for not being your usual self.

He still couldn’t shake this feeling though.

A sudden, loud noise outside got his attention.

Was that a car door?

He moved quickly, putting his back against the wall, scooting over to the doorway.

“MC? Is he gone?” He whispered.

No answer.

Screw it.

Very slowly, he peeked his head around the corner, careful not to be seen.

“MC?” He whispered again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Somethin’ is definitely wrong..

He fully emerged in the doorway, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. As he quickly made his way up the hall, he noticed the door standing wide open. He could see that an older model car was parked in front of the house and you were no where in sight.

Hand still on the door knob, he turned around to call out into the house, “MC, where ya at? Ya know ya left the door-”

Before he could finish, the car outside suddenly accelerated, kicking up dirt and rocks as they sped off.

What the..?

“Guess he didn’t like his tip..?” He whispered to himself.

He shut the door and turned around slowly, only taking a couple steps before he came to a stop. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had.

“Oi, MC! D-don’t ya know you’re supposed to answer when THE Great Mammon calls for ya?” He waited, but the house was still. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.

He walked further into the house, quickly looking around the kitchen before heading back down the hall.

Why ain’t they answerin’.. c-could it..? Nah..

“This ain’t funny ya know..” He called through the house, hoping that you’d somehow slipped past him.

Again, he was met with bone chilling silence.

Slowly, he started piecing all the little weird things that didn’t make sense together like a puzzle. The silent house and wide open door, abandoned food, the car speeding away..

The same delivery guy somehow always having this route...

His heart sank.

No, no, no, no!

He ran from room to room in a panic, desperately calling out to you, begging you to answer him.

This ain’t happenin’.. They gotta be hidin’ or something. Yeah, that’s it!

“MC! Where are ya? Talk to me, please!” He screamed, voice breaking around the hard lump forming in his throat, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

No, it can’t be.. It can’t be..

With trembling hands, he dug his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing your number.

“C’mon, pick up. Please, please pick up.” He pleaded as he paced the floor.

His stomach dropped when he heard it ringing within the house, quickly following the sound until he found it on the coffee table where you had left it earlier. He stood there unmoving, staring at his picture and contact name with hearts on the screen, tears streaking down his face.

The weight of it all came crashing down like a tsunami, forcing him to his knees. With his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

I shoulda listened to my gut when I thought somethin’ was wrong! Why did I wait so long to look for ‘em?! He took MC, he took MC! Dammit!

How did he let this happen? He was right here, right here, and he didn’t sense the danger. He couldn't protect you again, letting you fall right into the hands of the psycho creep who had been relentlessly harassing you, who was planning to do who knows what.

He had to do something. Anything.

Get the hell up! Ya gotta go find MC NOW! There’s no tellin’ what this creep is gonna try.

He stood up and wiped his face, trying to compose himself as he switched into demon form.

“I can still catch ‘em!” He made a beeline for the door, stopping abruptly as he reached the thresh hold.

“Wait, it’s the middle of the day and this ain’t the Devildom. A demon flyin’ around on a man hunt would be real bad.” He thought aloud.

People would most likely panic and if history proves anything, nothing good ever comes from humans when they panic.

He had to try and think rationally, as hard as it was. He wanted to rush in and save you as quick as he could, but going in blind without a decent plan could get you hurt...or possibly worse.

He switched out of demon form and moved back into the living room, trying to come up with an idea.

Your phone was here so he couldn’t have you tracked by GPS and he didn’t remember much about the car except that it was older. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like since he’d had to hide. All he knew about him was his first name and that he worked at a restaurant.

“The take out place would for sure have everything about him on file!” He quickly punched in the name of the place into his phone’s search engine, then suddenly paused.

“Wait a minute..I can’t just waltz in there and ask for someone’s personal info. They’d call the cops or somethin’. Damn!”

He was beginning to feel hysterical. He didn’t have much to go on and every idea he came up with was crap. A few ‘ding’ sounds from the coffee table tore him from his thoughts. It was your phone.

Someone named C/N had sent you a couple texts about work and judging by the text log, you talked to them often.

“Man, I hope this C/N knows somethin’ cause I’ve got nothin’ else to go on..”

Luckily, he remembered the name of the coffee shop, having heard you talk about work often. A quick internet search and he had the directions. He was out the door like a shot.

With his newfound breadcrumb, he was one step closer to finding you.

A bell chimed above the door when he entered the shop, alerting the worker behind the counter of his presence.

“Hi, how can I help you?” They greeted him as he walked up to the counter.

“Hey, is there a C/N here by any chance?”

“Oh, uh, yeah just a sec.” They went through a doorway behind the counter, returning moments later with another person in tow.

“Hello..? I’m sorry, do I know you?” They asked, approaching Mammon, visibly confused.

“No, but you know MC, right?” He asked, uninterested in beating around the bush.

“I’m not sure I can answer that.” They said cautiously, visibly tense.

They do know somethin’.

“Here, look.” He said, pulling up the gallery on his phone, showing them multiple pictures of you and MC together.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend. MC has told me about you. Uh, anyway, is there something I can help you with? I need to get back to work..”

“Yeah, has MC ever mentioned anythin’ about a guy named Alex before?” He asked.

Please, please, please

“Alex..Alex..” They repeated, tapping a finger on their chin as they thought it over. “They did, actually. We went to the movies about two months ago, and ran into a guy they knew. It was their usual deliver guy I think? Said his name was Alex. He gave me the creeps.” They explained.

“Why is that?”

Yes! We’re gettin’ somewhere.

“He just seemed..I don’t know, off? And when I met him, I actually remembered seeing him a few days earlier on my way to work. There was another A.T.A. protest and I saw him in the group demonstrators. He denied being there when I brought it up, saying it had to be his doppelganger or something, but I know it was him. When we ran into him at the movies he said he had just got off work, and he was wearing the exact same shirt and hat as the day of the protest.” They informed him.

“Wait, A.T.A.? What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“Anti-Treaty Association. They’re exactly what the name suggests. Everyone involved in the exchange program is public knowledge. Names, pictures, updates on how the program was going, etc. All easily found on any search engine. If he is part of the A.T.A., why would he be friendly with MC? There’s no way he didn’t know who they were.” They said.

This Alex guy is definitely the stalker. I bet if I dig into this A.T.A. I can find him..

“Alright. Thanks for your help.” He said as he turned to leave, C/N took a few steps after him.

“Hey, uh, is MC okay? I know they haven’t been themselves lately, but uh, you coming here and asking all these questions kinda scares me..” They admitted, fear for their friend written on their face.

“MC is uh, goin’ through some stuff. I’m gonna put an end to it though.” His voice was rough, angry. His face however, was full of desperation and sadness.

Mammon thanked C/N again for their information and left the coffee shop on a new mission. He uncovered another piece of the puzzle, new information that could lead him to you.

No one knew exactly what this guy was capable of, but he had the most important piece of Mammon's existence with him. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do, in any realm, to bring you back safely. He would breach the Celestial Gates without thinking twice if it would bring you back to him.

He was going to show them exactly why he's the second strongest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

I’m comin’ MC. I will find ya, I promise.

“Get out.”

The scorching heat inside the trunk made you nauseous, and severely thirsty. You felt weak and disoriented, unable to move much. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck in there before you finally felt the car come to a stop. The lid opened, blazing sunshine poured inside the dark space, making your eyes water and squint reflexively.

“I said, get out!” He screamed.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist hard and yanked you from the trunk, letting you drop to the ground. You were much to weak to try and brace yourself so you fell pretty hard, getting small scrapes and dirt on your elbows and forearms.

You tried to open your eyes to try and get an idea of where he had taken you, but before they could adjust to the blinding sunlight, he tied something around your eyes.

“Can’t have you trying to escape.” He said to himself, as he finished tying up your hands. The restraints were very tight, already starting to hurt your wrists.

“I’m not going to.” You said weakly, your words making him laugh.

“Well, at least your a smart demon slut. Somewhat, anyway.”

Honestly, you weren’t planning to escape. If the opportunity presented itself, you would make a run for it, but you weren’t actively looking for an escape route. However, you had no intention of giving this creep what he wanted, or giving up without one hell of a fight.

Pulling you by the restraint around your wrists, he began to drag you across the ground. He let go of you a minute or so later. He didn’t drag you very far, ending up in some kind of building judging by the change in temperature and the rough feeling of concrete beneath you. It felt a little cooler in here as if you were out of direct sunlight, but the air was still fairly hot and sticky.

You did your best to pay attention to the things around you. The sounds, smells, what little you could feel. Outside you could hear cows in the distance and some kind of humming noise. It was definitely hot, but more like that humid feeling before it storms. You could also smell it too, the incoming rain. That warm earthy smell.

You could hear Alex nearby messing with something metal, there was also the sound of running water somewhere close.

I can’t believe Alex was actually the stalker this entire time... Explains how pictures taken of me from outside my house though.. I wonder what he plans to do..

You promptly chased away those thoughts in order to keep yourself calm, replacing them with thoughts of him, the time you’d spent together along with all the memories that came with it.

How soft and fluffy his hair felt when ran your fingers through it. The way he smelled; not the Devilish No.5, although you did love it, it’s smell closely related to the famous human world version, but his smell. Crisp and clean like fresh laundry or new clothes, slightly smoky like leather because of his favorite jacket and small undertones of warm cinnamon and vanilla.

The always groaned about your selection for movie night but was the first one to get really into it. Having a concert while cooking when you had kitchen duty together, getting in trouble for talking and laughing in class and later being scolded by Lucifer for it. How he always used to complain how bad humans smell, only to find out he started buying your brand of body wash for himself and would also try to casually smell his hoodie after you’d worn it.

The thought of never seeing him again, never experiencing anymore memories like these or the chance to make new ones, kept haunting you. A hard lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? The abomination you chose as a lover isn’t rushing in to save you like Prince Charming? Imagine that.” He spat.

You ignored his sarcastic comments, wanting answers of you own, “Why are you doing this?” You could hear him walking toward you, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. The sound stopped abruptly, then he crouched down next to your head.

“I told you, you need to be cleansed.” His tone was very matter-of-fact.

He grabbed your wrist restraint again and drug you another ten feet or so. Easily picking you up and hoisting you into the air until the rope around your wrists caught on something. He let go, your full weight coming down on your restraint. You were suspended in the air, feet barely skimming the floor.

He checked your ropes to make sure it was still secure with the added weight and gravity, then he removed your blindfold. The sudden change causing you to blink several times.

Your previous assumptions had been right, you appeared to be in a warehouse that had been abandoned for quite some time. Most of the windows were broken, big vines and other foliage creeping into the building. The rusted remnants of machinery scattered around the large, open room. You looked above you to see that you were hanging from a large hook that was suspended by thick chain from a metal beam up above. Far to your left you could see what looked like a large pool or even one of those big basins you usually use to water cattle, with a hose draped over the side. There’s the source of the running water you heard.

Wait...a stock tank with water, ’cleansed’...is he going to..baptize me?

“Cleansed? That’s been mentioned quite a bit in the dozens of letters I’ve been getting. Well, you would know, huh? Since you’re the one behind it all. What I don’t understand is why?”

It came off as more sarcastic than you intended, but you didn’t really care. You had been terrified for weeks about the stalker. What would they do when they finally got to you? You haven’t truly felt alone in over a month, as if someone was always hiding in the shadows watching, waiting. Your anxiety has been through the roof and you’re in a nearly constant state of paranoia and fear.

But, now that he was in front of you, you didn’t feel scared. You wanted answers.

“Because they don’t belong with our kind. Uniting our realms is blasphemy and will throw the human world into chaos.”

‘Don’t belong with our kind’..? Whoa, what the hell..

“Blasphemy? But, the Celestial Realm is on board with it. The angels in the exchange progr-” He cut you off before you could finish, his sudden booming voice echoed through the spacious warehouse, startling you.

He stood with his back to you, facing a long metal table that looked as if it used to be a conveyor or some other piece that once belonged to one of the old machines inside the long forgotten building.

“The exchange program was a joke! Those devils just needed a good cover to get their claws on our realm so they could take it over! Using their dirty tricks and magic to bring corruption and pollute us with sin.” He stared you down like a mad man while he yelled.

This was so bizarre, he sounded insane. Like, one of those people that wore tin foil hats. This version of Alex, the real one, was scary. You would’ve never guessed in a million years that this guy was the same one that you talked about the weather and current events with a few times a week.

“None of that is even remotely true! They just want to bring peace among the realms, to prove that they are not what all the harmful, hateful rhetoric claims they are. So we can all just co-exist! That was the entire point of the exchange program! To learn about the Devildom; it’s people and culture.” You fought back.

His face twisted up in disgust, visibly becoming more and more agitated every time you spoke. He stalked closer, stopping maybe six feet in front of you, staring at you intently.

“That kind of thinking is exactly why you need to be cleansed. You’re a human, or has being a demon whore and becoming the embodiment of sin made you forget that? You are nothing but a weak, powerless human to them. A pawn in their bigger plan, collateral damage if things went wrong.”

You never cared what assumptions people made or the rumors they started regarding your stay in the Devildom. However, when the very demons you loved and cared about became the subject of people’s whispering, you were willing to fight with no intentions of backing down.

You, out of everyone, who had to live in the House of Lamentation for a year, escaped death from a couple of the brothers, helped them mend familial bonds, and held pacts with all of them, should know better than anyone, exactly who they are.

“You don’t know anything about them!” You yelled lurching forward as you filled with anger, lightly swinging back and forth where you were suspended, the thick chains above you clanking, “The things they’ve been through, they things they’ve seen. The sacrifices they had to make..” You heart ached for them. What happened during the Great Celestial War, their fall.. They’ve been through a great deal and they, along with the rest of the Devildom, are undeserving of such prejudiced hatred.

“Being demons doesn’t automatically mean they are bad people, just like being human doesn’t make you good.” You stared him down, lacing venom in your words. He squinted his eyes at you, unhappy with your implications. “That fact was thoroughly proven during my time there. Some of kindest people I have ever met, as well as the people I love and cherish the most, are demons.”

You would forever stand behind the program, your now second home, and all the friends and loved ones you made along the way. No matter what this psycho could come up with, you would not be swayed. You knew them for who they are, all Alex knew was hatred.

He scoffed at your words, walking toward you as he shook his head in disgust, eyes boring into yours. He stopped just inches in front of your face. You held onto your resolve, staring back at him intently, not letting him see that you were completely terrified. It’s what he wanted; to feel superior and pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though; to feed his ego, his delusions. You refused to bow to fear, instead giving it all you had to make sure that if this was how it would end for you, you would fight against his prejudice and hatred until your final moments.

“We will start with the normal cleansing.” He backed away from you, confirming your suspicions as he gestured to the stock tank. “Although I think your soul might be too far gone for it to be completely effective.” He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.”

PART FOUR COMING SOON!

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #trigger warning #potentially triggering #obey me shall we date #obey me angst

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onefishtwwofish · 3 years

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@caligantiq

if its anythin transphobic i dont care for it

but my names ailean so you dont havve to say internet stranger

and thank you

#ail /#caligantiq

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goosedawn · 3 years

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Honey, as you said I wrote stranger on the internet, I am fine with angst or hurt/comfort vore.

>:3c!!!

WELL i had som vague thoughts,, (lmk if anythin makes u uncomfortable or if u want to change/add anything sncjdn)

tw unwilling vore, fear/panic under the cut

raccoons are natural predators of geese yeah? and aperson has... well they still retain a lot of their feral behaviours, so what if they occasionally have the urge to eat goose? idk to what extent they would try stop themselves from acting on their impulses but it opens opportunities >:]!!

ive been kinda characterising goose as having very little fear/caution, and being relentlessly optimistic (for a lot of reasons fgsjbcnwbjf) but i think if aperson ever gives into those impulses... that would be the first time goose would have ever been scared of aperson

and also on the flipside, if aperson ended up nomming goose, once they calm down they just go OH NO because oh no what have they done (goose would be VERY distressed as well)

AND THEN LATER they can talk it out and then bam. SOMFT.

#vore tw #im a sucker for characters losing control abskdocnembfkvb #to tag

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zarovich · 2 years

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am just some stranger on the internet who follows you, so I'm not gonna pretend like I know u or am super close to u or anythin but like. yer blog has been really nice to log into to check and see all the cool things you feel like sharin w the world and also the "am not alone"ness of hearin abt some of yer struggles, even if mine are ever goin to be exactly what u experience (two different ppl, two different experiences). all I can offer are photos of my cat as a distraction if you want ! via dms since that seems like the only way I could send images atm, but if thats not what you need, then I hope you can find smth that helps soon

Thanks. its at least nice to know I'm not completely invisible to ppl. If you want to send pictures of your cat, you can. Only if you want to tho, obviously it won't cure me or anything but i like to see cute animals, esp cats since I think they're the cutest

#asks

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 4 years

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Modern AU - Get the Mayor a Damn Dog

What started as me trying to explain to some friends why I’m giving Mayor Damien in a Modern AU a dog ran off and had a life of its own.

For context, Modern Damien (as I write it) is part of a failed ‘second cycle’ of the WKM events. When the barrier broke after the ‘Damien’ short, pieces of the characters trapped within were sent out to be ‘reborn’ in a modern world. This means that while Damien exists because Dark is made from pieces of the twins, William doesn’t since Wilford is him. But since there were enough differences, Damien (and Celine, don’t worry!) gets the peaceful life he deserved all along.

This, coincidently, is the first time Wilford has met Damien (in some time, he thinks). What better way to do so than by deciding Damien should get a dog?

Word Count: 2,259 (hence the read-more)

If there was one thing to know about the city’s mayor, it was that he wanted a dog.

(And a family, but one thing at a time.)

It came up in several interviews, and various photoshoots included him posing with dogs. Some well-meaning patrons tried to gift him a dog - in other words, drop a dog at his door without any warning - but Damien was fortunate enough to have interceded before anything actually happened. For Damien, this would be a massive decision, and he wanted the choice in when and how it happened. In fact, it was why he didn’t have a dog to this point. With how busy the City Hall was, he couldn’t justify having a dog cooped up in an apartment all day. It might be spacious, it’d be heartless, and why have a dog for the bragging rights? What about the pet’s own life?

It made the days lonely and quiet sometimes, but Damien knew it was for the best. At least it started a running gag of friends giving him dog themed items for birthdays and other occasions that were dotted around his home. One such afternoon had him dusting some items, only for a porcelain dog figure to be dislodged and fall to the ground.

“Whoa there! Don’t wanna lose this pretty thin’, eh?” Damien could only watch with a bewildered expression as a man with a pink moustache who wasn’t there before caught the figurine and neatly returned it to its place. “Looks as expensive as everythin’ else here. Musta cost a pretty penny!”

“Uh, I - hold on a moment. Where did you even come from?” Damien knew the front door was locked. The balcony would be an option for only the fool who would want to climb seven stories. The intruder mimicked Damien’s action of blankly looking around like he was also looking for an answer.

“Yer totally Mark’s friend, right?”

“Answer my question. How did you get in here?” Damien put the duster down, glaring at the stranger. When nothing happened, he gave a slow sigh. “I don’t know. ‘Mark’ is a common name. I know a few people with that name. Can you give better clarification?”

“Good answer! He’s a little shorter than you?” No reaction. The stranger pursed his lips, making his moustache wiggle in thought. “He makes videos fer th’ internet?” That, luckily, helped Damien put the pieces together.

“I’ve been friends with him for years, nearly since we were kids. So now can you please tell me who you are, how you got in here, and what any of this has to do with Mark?”

“Wilford Warfstache, reporter extraordinaire at yer service!” Wilford gave a dramatic, swooping bow. “I actually went ta yer office, but ya weren’t there. Th’ security fella that found me informed that it’s actually Sunday an’ no one works in th’ buildin’ that day. So then I came here, an’ here ya are! Well done fer not working!” He finished with a dramatic ‘ta-dah’ pose, complete with jazz hands. But when Damien didn’t clap, Wilford’s pose deflated (complete with sound effects that came out of nowhere). “C’mon, Dames, I didn’t even get lost. That’s a good thing fer me.” Damien pressed two fingers against his temple as he tried to follow what was going on.

“I’m going to let most of that slide, but why did you call me ‘Dames’?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“For one, it’s a nickname that only my oldest friends use.”

“Aren’t we?” Damien opened his mouth to refute the bizarre question, only to notice the genuine confusion on the other’s face. One moment, Wilford acted like they were strangers, and the next gathered they were old friends in his mind? It was a rather worrying state of affairs, but it was better to not correct him just yet.

“So, Mr Warfstache, what brings you here?” Damien clasped his hands behind his back, steeling himself for some terrible news. He had heard rumours of Mark being linked with some malicious, shadowy entity. Was this related to that? What rabbit-hole had he been pulled into? Wilford appeared lost at the question, looking around until -

“Oh yeah! It’s ‘cause yer cooped up in here all th’ time. Ya need ta get out more, talk ta people, see more things! But most of all, ya need some sorta company, an’ - wait!” Damien had turned and stormed off to find his phone. “C’mon, Dames, y’ve been like this fer years! It’s not gonna kill ya ta live a little fer once.”

“And what do you know about that? You don’t know me as well as you think you do.” Damien held the phone up as a warning. “I will call the police if you keep this up.”

“Poppycock. I’m tryin’ ta help. What part of that aren’t ya seein’? Yer a man who’s obsessed with puttin’ himself last. Anythin’ that can pull yer attention from work for a split second is somethin’ ya don’t get involved with! How long are ya gonna keep not livin’ fer?”

“What I do is none of your damn business! I know the importance of my work!”

“An’ what other man in yer position would throw his life away? Any other Mayor would have a romantic partner or family who’d be there no matter what. They’d juggle everythin’ because that’s what people do! Yer not ‘sposed to be some machine who works an’ does nothin’ else!”

“But that is what I want to do! I promised to give this city my all. I’m not backing down on this.” Wilford’s hand twitched, like he was about to grab something, but he forced himself to stop. Instead, he took a heavy, slow breath. The moustache was peppered with short, black strands of hair.

“An’ neither am I. I’m not lettin’ ya throw yer life away again because yer a fuckin’ moron. No. We’re goin’. Now. Get yer fuckin’ coat.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? You break into my home through whatever illogical technique, complain about how I choose to live my life, and now you’re trying to bring me somewhere? You’d be mad to think I’d go anywhere with you!” Damien took a nervous step back as Wilford gave a resigned laugh.

“Mad, ya say? Wouldn’t be th’ first ta say that, an’ ya won’t be th’ last.” His head lowered at the confession. A few seconds passed before he returned his gaze to Damien with a sigh. Unlike before, it was a more sober look. “I’m not seein’ ya waste away ta be nothin’ again. All I ask is that ya come with me ta look at dogs. That’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all. Ya always said ya wanted one an’ never got one ‘cause of work. But folks love dogs! Bet we could find a little one that’ll be great in an office an’ a small apartment. Like… Like one of these!” Wilford hurried to the couch to snatch up a cushion and excitedly point to one of the printed dogs. Whatever black was in the moustache had disappeared when he turned to Damien.

“You… Do realise that’s a Great Dane, yes? The complete opposite of what you just said.”

“An’ that’s why I didn’t pick a dog! Yer th’ expert outta th’ two of us! C’mon!”

Despite the tense first meeting, Damien found Wilford to be a surprisingly pleasant companion. Eccentric, yet bubbly. He had a colourful view on the world, and it wasn’t long before Damien could see why Wilford was confused on knowing Damien. They got along like a house on fire, or like friends who were simply catching up after years apart. Wilford told him about his reporting job in a TV studio, various other quirky friends he had (though photographs were needed to remind Wilford of names), and the connection between himself and Mark.

Time seemed to pass both too quickly and slowly by the time the pair arrived at the local pound. Damien had tried to talk Wilford out of this idea, but the other was indeed too stubborn to change his mind. The staff welcomed the pair in and allowed them to see the dogs that were looking for forever homes. Damien had to remind Wilford twice that a small dog was what he wanted.

(“But Dames! Look at her pudgy face!”

“Wilford, she’d need a garden as big as my entire apartment to run around in.”)

They eventually split up so Damien could walk around and see if there were any suitable candidates to bring home without running commentary from Wilford. So many dogs were lively and friendly, but far too energetic for an apartment life or would be better suited to homes with children. Despite coming to the realisation that this was the wasted trip he knew it would be, he let himself have the chance to enjoy meeting some dogs. He was reading the information on some spaniel puppies when he felt eyes on him. Damien lifted his gaze to the corridor to find he was alone. As he turned to determine where the feeling of being watched came from, he found a dog in the den directly behind him staring attentively in his direction like it was on guard. It was a corgi, and Damien guessed it was a tricolour: predominantly black with sharply defined tan markings around his shoulders, eyes and muzzle. Unlike most corgis Damien saw on Crufts, the fur was longer and fluffier.

“What’s got you on high alert, buddy?” Damien lifted the information clipboard to skim for a warning on a vicious temperament. To his relief, it was the opposite. The corgi was approximately two years old, had high stamina but was mainly calm and observant. True to the notes, the dog approached the perspex door, sitting in front of it as he watched Damien. “Or are you making sure I don’t cause trouble… Soldier? An unusual name.”

“He’s a stray,” one of the volunteers explained as they closed the storage door with the back of their foot, arms laden with a large sack of dog food. “He was found at the local army base after trying to herd some of the soldiers that were training, which is where we got the name from. It’s strange… He’s a purebred, yet there’s no chip, no alert of a missing dog anywhere in the state or in neighbouring states… Nothing. Anyone that wanted to adopt him couldn’t get him to come anywhere near them. Aside from any of us who bring him food, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Soldier get this close to anyone.”

“That is… Rather unusual for such a social breed,” Damien hummed in agreement. “I read up on them before when first checking what breeds might suit an apartment life, yet... I wouldn’t have expected to find one here.”

“It might be fate, Mister Mayor. It’s happened a few times here before. Why don’t you say hello?” Without waiting for an answer, the volunteer skirted around Damien. There was a little struggle with the weight of the sack, but they successfully opened the upper half of the door. For a moment, he considered refusing the offer, but decided otherwise. A hand was cautiously lowered to pet the dog on the top of the head. Instead, Soldier pulled back so he could sniff the hand like he had the final say in whether the interaction was allowed. Once satisfied, he bumped the top of his head against Damien’s hand.

“Oh my God. That’s the first time he’s let anyone pet him without a bribe of food,” whispered the intern. “This is like a Disney movie. You need to take him home with you. I don’t think you’re gonna find a better suited dog. Soldier is always watching and paying attention to what goes on. We have a kit that’d help you care for him, if that’s a worry. But you spend time with him and make the choice for yourself. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The volunteer hurried off with the sack in their arms, leaving Damien alone. Once the coast was clear, Damien sighed and knelt down.

“This is all quite a rush, isn’t it? We’ve barely met and now I’m being told to bring you home. I’m sure you don’t want to be stuck with a boring man like me. I work in one room nearly all day, and I don’t have a garden. I’m sure you understand that I’m not the home you deserve.” Soldier cocked his head to the left as Damien spoke, responding with a low bark. “I’m not entirely sure whether that’s in agreement or disagreement, I’m afraid. I don’t speak dog. And I doubt you can speak human either.” To Damien’s surprise, Soldier gave another bark, before rising up and crossing his space to pick up a chewed-up teddy bear. Upon his return, he placed his front paws on the perspex to offer the bear to Damien.

“Is this for me? She’s a pretty little lady, isn’t she? Even if her dress is a little tattered.” Taking the toy, Damien once again attempted to pat Soldier’s head with the other hand. This time, Soldier accepted, allowing Damien to properly pet him.

This was how Wilford and the shelter volunteer found them several minutes. The volunteer was mid-brag about how they knew it was a match made in heaven, and Wilford was quick to agree.

“He’s a handsome little fella, huh? Ya look fairly smitten, Dames.” Wilford slapped Damien’s shoulder with a grin.

“I think I might look into the adoption process… But if I do, I’m changing his name. ‘Soldier’ doesn’t suit him. He deserves a name that’s more intelligent. I’m thinking… Barnum. It rather suits such a bright-eyed fellow, don’t you think?”

#writersofmark #mayor damien #Wilford Warfstache #(I mean I'm not expecting anyone to actually read this)#(it's a long-winded headcanon story but I'm sure someone will enjoy my attempt to write a dog xD)#Blue Soul (Damien)#Rose Petals (Wilford)#(read-more is for tidiness! :D )

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Butters: Well, gosh, fellas it’s been way too long!

Butters: Everyone’s been so busy with everythin’ that I didn’t even notice all the messages you guys were sending me. But I’m here to answer some of ‘em now!

Butters: In a manner of speakin’, yeah, I’m doin’ pretty great. There’s been a lot goin’ into my fashion line for school, but I’m real happy with the garments I’ve been able to design and make!

Butters: Oh...uh, well me and my parents aren’t on real good terms right now, if I’m bein’ honest. My dad was real cross with me when I wanted to major in fashion, and my mom just kinda went along with him, so.

Butters: Aw shit, I-I don’t wanna bring down the mood or anythin’!

Butters: I mean, yeah. It’s been hard not really feelin’ like I’ve got much of a family, but I’ve got my friends here with me, and they’re just the best. Even Eric! He’s had a lotta personal growth, that’s what Heidi says.

Butters: A ship??? What, like the whole thing that happened with Tweek an’ Craig? Well gosh, uh, well I guess the name ‘bunny’ is real cute!

Butters: ...Oh. Uh.

Butters: Y’all are real nosy for a buncha internet strangers. But...well, I...I guess I can tell you that I care about Kenny a whole lot. He’s one of my best friends.

Butters: An’ I don’t read the blog. I’m the kinda guy who likes to experience life as it happens, y’know? Instead lookin’ at it through a screen.

Butters: But...I might have a crush on someone, if you really wanna know. I’m gonna regret sayin’ that.

Butters: Aw, hamburgers.

[Butters is open for questions]

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adhdo5 · 4 years

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Pretty much everything but that's just me overworrying pls just continue w/ life

Anon forgive me if this is too forward but do you have a therapist because if you’re losing sleep this hard over the sleep schedule of an internet stranger I think that’s something you need to talk about with a professional bc this parasocial relationship is a bit strong and that kind of investment can really do nothing but harm

Also if “everything” I post is concerning to you I STRONGLY encourage you to unfollow me please curate your experience as best you can to your needs I promise I won’t be sad or anythin man

If you’re the anon I sent an essay to the last time this happened I. Please for the love of god take a break from following me and talk to your friends and/or family please remind yourself of the actual social relationships you have and if you do not have any strong social bonds please try and reach out I believe in you!!!!

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Upcoming Free (& non-promotional) Home Buyer Classes: Home Showings 101...home buyer & seller education www.traciedemars.com Saturday, February 8th, from 9am-12pm (ish) Marshall Community Center, conference room 1009 E. McLoughlin Blvd, Vancouver WA (kitty corner from Clark College) Tuesday, February 11th, from 5pm - 8pm (ish) Marshall Community Center, Conference room 1009 E McLoughlin Blvd, Vancouver WA (kitty corner from Clark College) Saturday, February 22nd, from 12pm-3pm (ish) Vancouver YMCA, conference room 11324 NE 51st Circle, Vancouver WA (corner of SR500 & Gher Road/112th Ave). If these class dates and/or times don't work for you, please let us know. We understand that you have lives, and families, and work. We will work something out that works better with your schedule. Just let us know.... ....we also have home seller classes available too...look for link on top of website Happy February! Finally....January is over...not that it was the longest month ever, or anything like that... The beginning of the year is a good time to sell your home (if you've been thinking about it), and it's a time where a lot of folks who have been thinking about buying a home start the pre-approval process. This months blog is going to address something that is important for both sellers, and buyers....showing homes. Let's talk about this...the funnest, and the scariest part... As we've talked about in the past, there's a process to buying (and even selling) a home.... first, you take a home buyer (or home seller) class, second, you move on to getting pre-approved. Yes, even if you are selling a home, you want to get pre-approved before you go looking for your next home. For a seller (who is going to be a homebuyer when their home sells) part of the information you will be giving to your lender is the guesstimated amount that you'll receive from the sale of your current home...your Realtor will help with this. When you are buying a home, your Realtor is here to help you with your home adventure, and while yes, this is kind of scary...it is a lot of fun. Whether this is your first home, or your 3rd, or 5th, or whatever...with a pre-approval & your Realtor, you are ready for the 'fun' part.....LOOKING AT HOMES! :-) This is always an exciting time for buyers, and it should be! Every home you pull up to has the possibility to be 'the one'....The one you make an offer on, the one that you buy, the ONE that becomes YOUR HOME...and it is very exciting, and yes, kind of scary too. For the sellers though, it is very stressful because currently this IS their home, and they're leaving so that strangers can come in. As a Realtor, we are trying to make this as easy as possible for both the buyer and seller, but we need help... From the homeowners (sellers), we are asking that the home be available to show, that the home be clean, nothing of value is being left out, all medicines are put away and out of sight (not left in bathrooms or kitchen cabinets), anything that a seller wants excluded from the sale is noted, that sweet pups are either removed or kenneled, that sweet kitties are noted as inside only or inside/outside ok, and that please, please... homeowners (sellers) be gone for showings. Before you go on the market, talk to your Realtor about HOW the showings will work with your home. Some folks are cool with a few hours notice, some need more time. Most of my clients need a bit more time for showings. If you have kids and/or pets, it's ok to ask for 24 hour notice. That way you have time to prepare your home to be seen in its best possible condition. You are still living in your home, and the buyers and buyers Realtor will (or should) respect that. A lockbox will be put on your home, and during a showing the buyers agent will access the box for the key. An email and/or a text will be sent to the sellers Realtor to let them know that a Realtor with XYZ company has accessed the home, and for how long we were there. Before a seller puts their home on the market there is preparation, and usually some 'honey-do's' that need to be done. As always, there is more to it than this, but that is a different class....and email. You can always call me for more information when you are selling your home. From the buyers....it gets a bit more complicated... before we go house shopping, we are asking that you have a pre-approval letter with a solid lender, we are asking that you do not look at homes above your price range, we are asking that you have thought about the Top Three things you want in a home (so we can show you homes that have those items you value most), and that you help us help you.... When a Realtor opens the lockbox to show you the home, we are taking responsibility for everything that happens from that moment on....until we lock up the house and put the key back into the lockbox. As I say all the time... Real Estate is NOT like HGTV... you don't just get to wander the home while your Realtor sits outside... we must be with you at all times when touring your potential new home. Sometimes this can be like herding cats, but we understand your excitement... just please, please as you are touring the home, and we know you have your family with you, please...we must all stay together. Don't make me sing to you here..... As cool as those toys look, I'm sorry but the kiddos can't play with them, and sorry...but you can't jump on the beds either. It's ok to open cupboards, and closets, but we can't open dressers, or go through someone else's personal items. Touring a home is a VISUAL thing....sorry. Yes, you can use the bathroom. When it's wet out (and lately it's been VERY wet), it's always a good take off our shoes before we enter someone else's home so be sure to wear easy on & off shoes, or use shoe booties. When we are looking at homes, often we have more than one home to look at, and many homes are owner occupied so your Realtor makes appointments. We do the best we can to make sure we have enough time to look at the homes, but we need to stay within our timeframes as the sellers are waiting to come home after we leave, or there are other Realtors waiting to show the home. I promise we are not trying to 'rush' you through the home...we are just trying to stay within the timeframes so that you can see the other homes on your list. With the real estate market starting to pick up for spring, it's important that if a home comes up that you like, you need to let your Realtor know as soon as possible so we can make an appointment for you to see it. Your Realtor should be sending you a list of homes as they come on the market for you to check....drive by the homes...check out those neighborhoods....and let's make an appointment to go see the inside of the home. Do not trust Internet photos! Realtors hire professional photographers for our listings for a reason. :-) Internet photos are a lot like internet dating...you don't know what you're going to get when you get there Like the neighborhood, but not sure about the house? Let's at least go check out the inside! You never know as you can't judge a book (or a house) by its cover. ASK QUESTIONS!! For heavens sake...this is a home you are thinking about buying... ask questions! As your Realtor, we are here to help! If we can't answer your questions, we can at least set up in the right direction to get those answers. Buying a home is a very emotional experience. Your Realtor is here to point out pros/cons, and to help you.... Trust your heart, but use your head... or your Realtor. :-) Remember that we work FOR you. Once you find THE home it's time to talk about making an offer, and those pesky timelines that you need to know, and that we need to abide by. So, let's talk about that....next month! Thank you, as always, for reading this. I hope this helps you this week! Please, if you have any questions, please feel free to call, email, text, or even facebook me anytime. I am always here to help! Information is power, and I hope that I am help you! Good luck, and as always...May the odds be ever in your favor out there.... If you are looking for a real estate agent, I would love to be able to help you. I hope that explains this a bit, but if you have any questions, or comments please call or email me anytime! Please remember that while I mean these emails/blogs to be helpful, and educational, I am still hoping that you will call, or email me. I would love to help you with your home buying, or home selling adventure! :-) As always....this is just a quick overview.... again...and I can't say this enough...please remember that your agent is NOT a salesperson, and should not be acting like one. Real Estate is not really about houses, it is about relationships. Your agent, and your lender work for YOU. You drive the bus...we are merely GPS to help you get to your goals. Like the classes, this weekly blog email is to help you with your home adventure. The goal is to be informative and non-promotional. :-) We are, however, hoping you will call and want us to help with your adventure. Thank you again for your business and your referrals!! ...and thank you for referring these classes to your friends, family, and co-workers. ....disclaimer...if you have already purchased a home, or would no longer like to receive these emails, please let me know and I will be happy to remove you from any further mailings... Upcoming Topics: How long is the home buying process... aka....when do I GET Keys? Last Month: New Year...New Home? Maybe? Where to Start? Have a great day, and I will talk to you soon, ;-D Tracie DeMars Real Estate broker Re/Max - Van Mall 360/ 903-3504 cell 360/ 882-3600 fax www.traciedemars.com [email protected] “Interested in free and non promotional home education classes? Go to www.freehomebuyerclasses.com for local upcoming home buyer and home SELLER classes, or facebook: Tracie DeMars Real Estate for my home buyer education blog.” "Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be." - Shel Silverstein, American poet, cartoonist and composer, (1930 - 1999).

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bards-witcher · 5 years

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Terrortoonz prompt: "Hey, [Roomie]. You forgot to- JESUS. WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU DO PORN LIVE CAMS?"

So I didn’t follow this exactly, sorry X(, but I hope you enjoy and can always redo it if you’d like :D

Warning: Explicit

As he stepped into the kitchen his eyes glanced over the counter at the bottles littering the surface, the result of Brians’ weekly games night that he held with some of his friends.

It’s not that he hated the event itself, it was only held in their flat about once a month, and although he didn’t drink with them, he did partake every now and then, especially when they were playing strip poker and he would pull every trick in the book to try and get a chance to unabashedly admire his roommate.

Sure, there were probably easier ways to go about it, and on the word of both Anthony and Tyler, apparently the Irishman had similar feelings for him, he just didn’t have the balls to act on it, but he was working on it, slowly.

Even still, he didn’t like seeing the mess littering the small amount of free space that they had, especially given that it had been there going on three days now.

Although he reasons that Brian has seemed a little more strained recently, barely leaving his room unless forced to, with anytime that he tried to talk to the younger man was met with one-word answers, leaving him somewhat disheartened.

Only, Brian had never let it get this bad before, normally being even more anal than he was about the cleanliness, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of wrong that wormed its way under his skin as he once again looked over the mess of bottles and takeout containers.

He’d given the younger man enough leeway over the past few days, and it was time he put his foot down, hoping that maybe some tough love would be enough to get the younger man out of whatever funk he was in so that he could get his friend back.

He quickly made his way to Brians’ room, wasting no time as he entered through the door, intent on saying his piece before his friend could make a dispute, only he froze at the sight in front of him.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw Brian with his back to his desk, a knee on his desk chair as he leaned against the backrest, his ass on display as he fucked himself with a dildo in front of his computer with its camera poised at his hips.

He knew he should leave, should pretend that he never saw this side of his friend and go about business as usual, but he couldn’t help himself as he was transfixed at the sight, the sound of Brians’ moans enough to intoxicate him.

A long drawn out moan from his friend had his breath hitching, a blush now coloring his cheeks as he unconsciously reached a hand down to begin palming himself in his jeans, quickly biting down on his lower lip to stop the moan that so desperately wanted to escape his lips.

He then saw Brian press the dildo as far as he could up his ass before releasing it, instead moving his hands to part his ass cheeks to show the screen how his hole clenched around the length inside of him, and at that moment he knew he’d be willing to sell his soul right then and there just to get the same view the webcam had.

Watching with anticipation as Brian then began jerking himself off as fast as he could whilst the other hand returned to the dildo still in his ass to begin thrusting it inside of him with renewed vigor.

He couldn’t keep back his muttered curse, feeling his dick twitch harshly in his pants at the man in front of him, and for a moment he panics that he was heard, but when Brian continues moaning into his seat as if nothing happened, he feels his body relax.

That is. until Brian turns in his chair so that he can sit back as he fucks himself, the Irishman catching sight of him in his movement where they both then lock eyes.

He watches the panic spread across Brians’ face, which he was sure mirrored his own, but his friend didn’t stop his motions, and he found that he couldn’t look away.

There was a certain aspect of intimacy as they stared at one another, eyes fixed on him only seemed to heighten his senses as he let out a shuddering breath when Brians’ hands seemed to be moving even faster as he pleasured himself.

“Luke” he watched Brian let loose the muttered cry as he came in his hand, still looking at him, and although his name was barely audible, it was the only sound he picked up on, the cry ringing in his ears as he sharply bite on his lip to keep back as his moans as he came in his pants, Brians’ name on the tip of his tongue.

He rode his high for a moment before the realization of what was happening hit him, his cheeks flushing bright red, but still he couldn’t make himself move, almost as if leaving now would mean that they could pretend that none of this had happened, but now that he had a taste, he wanted more.

“Jesus, Brian, were you doin’ live porn?” He watched as Brian frantically pressed a couple of keys on his keyboard, letting out a couple of muttered curses until he finally pulled away from his desk, but what he didn’t expect was to have an angry Irishman striding towards him, quickly shoving him backward out of his room until the door slammed in his face.

He banged his fist on the door, shouting out to his friend, but when no answer was forthcoming he tried to open the door again, letting out a swear as he realized it was locked as he returned to calling out to the younger man.

He doesn’t know how long he stood there, only knows that he was met with nothing with silence and he briefly gave up his task in favor of heading to his room to change his pants which were now sticking uncomfortably to him.

A million thoughts racing through his mind, all of them consisting of the fact that if it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t have seen Brian doing that and their relationship wouldn’t have changed into whatever shambles it was in now.

Once cleaned up he returns to Brians’ door, renewing his efforts to try to get his friend to open up, but just as before he’s met with silence.

“Brian, you know we have to talk about this, so you either let me in or I’m kickin’ your door down.”

“Then you’ll be payin’ to get it fixed” He smiled at the voice he heard filter through the door, but beyond that, the door stayed firmly closed in his face.

“Stand back, ‘m comin’ in” With that he took a step back, preparing to kick his leg up to bash into the door, however, before he had the chance to it opened, Brian not even sparing him a glance as he turned away immediately to head to his desk chair, the same one that he’d seen him in what felt so long ago.

He quickly entered the room, closing the door behind him to give them a semblance of privacy as he sat on the bed, whatever that was worth, fidgeting in place as he spared glances at the other man who was pointedly refusing to look at him.

“So, you wanna tell-“

“I got fired from my job, okay?” He was shocked not just at the news, but at the resounding bitterness the other man had in his voice “I just turned up one day and was told I was fired, cause they had to ‘let people go’” He heard the pain in his friends’ voice even as he scoffed at his statement “I worked my ass for that place and got shit in return, but sure, the bimbo they hired with the big tits and can’t count past 20 is more qualified than me”

“Brian, I’m sor-“

“That was almost a month ago, every job I applied to was a dead end, and I was comin’ up to the end of me paycheck, I was desperate, Luke. I’d done this kinda thing before, and sure it’s fun every now and then and the pay’s good enough, but I’ve been doin’ this for days jus’ to get enough money together for rent, ‘m fuckin’ sore dude”

He huffed a laugh even as his mind raced with the information, Brian had never told him he got fired, never told him that he was struggling, and he felt himself on the verge of tears that he’d seemingly neglected to notice how one of his best friends was suffering.

“Why didn’t you tell me, I could’a pulled some strings, got you a-“

“Because I didn’t wanna go askin’ for help, I always feel like I’m askin’ for things and I jus’ figured it’s only temporary right? Eventually, somethin’ will come around, so, whilst I appreciate the concern, I’m-“

“Don’t you dare say you’re alright cause I know you’re fuckin’ not” He can’t keep the anger out of his voice as he speaks, but immediately regrets it when he sees the flinch from the other man. “You don’t look healthy, Brian, I barely see you anymore and it tears me up that you didn’t even think to tell me any of this. We’re friends, Brian, and friends support one another, and I’d do anythin’ for you, just like I know you’d do anythin’ for me” He watched Brian let out a sigh as he fiddled with his hands, deciding then to get off of the bed to kneel in front of Brians’ chair, moving it so that the other man was looking at him “Please, I’m beggin’ you, let me help you”

He raised his hands to cup the other man’s cheeks, forcing the Irishman to look at him, and whilst he encountered some resistance at first, he let out a breath of relief when the other man finally gave up and leaned into his touch.

“I jus’… I feel so helpless, y’know?”

“I get it, I do, just let me help you out of this and then you can go back to not askin’ me for anythin’ ever, agreed?” He offered the other man a soft smile when Brian nodded his head, easily trailing his hands down to rest on the other man’s shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothingly at the space beneath them.

“I’m surprised you didn’t kick me out the door when you walked in on me”

“Why would you think that?”

“You walked in on me fuckin’ myself to strangers on the internet, not to mention I…” He saw Brian make a general motion towards his crotch, which didn’t take a genius to understand “… Whilst lookin’ at you, I-, If you want to cut all contact I get it, you’re probably freaked the fuck out-“

“Is that what you think?” He searched the other man’s gaze in an effort to reassure him, returning a hand to cup his face as he spoke “I fuckin’ came in my pants like a horny teenager, if anythin’ you should be the one freaked out”

He smiled at the blush he can see color Brians’ cheeks as he finally looked him, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

“You been talkin’ to Anthony?”

“And Tyler”

“Fockin’ bastards” He chuckled at the comment, feeling his heart stop for a moment when Brians’ hand came to rest on his wrist “I dunno whether to hate them or us, are we really this fockin’ stupid?”

“Apparently so” He chuckled a little at that as he brushed his thumb along Brians’ cheek, memorizing the soft skin and freckles under his touch.

“God we’re fockin’ stupid”

“Well, guess that means we got plenty to catch up on” He cast a final look up at Brian before slowly moving forward, letting out a sigh of both relief and joy when he felt lips press against his own, wasting no time as he tangled a hand in Brians’ hair, keeping their mouths pressed tight together. “I know you said you used to do the porn thing for fun, but from now on you ain’t doin’ it unless I’m the one fuckin’ you, deal?”

Brian just snorted at the comment, even as he looked somewhat endeared by it as he brought a hand up to cup his cheek before moving it to playfully tug at his beard

“Jealous are we?” He just raised an eyebrow, showing that there was no room for debate which only earned another small laugh from the Irishman before he leaned forward to press their lips together again “You got a deal”

#terrortoonz #terroriser #cartoonz #ns/fw #sm/ut #I hope you enjoy #kinda sweet with a very light sprinkling of angst

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adapted-batteries · 6 years

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Trust Only the Solid Rock

Fandom: The Librarians

Rating: General/SFW

Relationship: Flynnstone

Word Count: 7155

After watching The Librarian: Quest for the Spear on New Year’s Day, I had an idea: what if Flynn’s first Guardian was Jacob Stone instead of Nicole Noone. So this is what I came up with, how things would’ve been different, and the same.

Also posted on my Ao3.

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“And remember, trust only the solid rock,” Judson said. Flynn stuttered in confusion but Judson disappeared off the screen without clarifying his cryptic message.

At that moment, a rather gruff looking man entered the cabin, chatting with the pilot like they were old buddies. “Let Harrison know I said hi, alright?” the man said, clapping the pilot on the shoulder as he grinned at him. The pilot nodded, smiling as well, and then headed off to the cockpit.

The man, who Flynn thought belonged somewhere in Texas, based on the blue and orange plaid western shirt and well worn jeans, continued down the aisle, stopping right at Flynn’s row. “Aw, was hopin’ for the aisle seat, little more room ya know?” The man’s southern drawl confirmed Flynn’s southern United States theory.

It was at this moment Flynn noticed how the blue on the cowboy’s shirt was the precise shade that matched his eyes. Flynn cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, sure,” Flynn stammered, hastily moving himself and the book in his lap to the window seat. He forgot he had the tray of the window seat out, so his side slammed uncomfortably into it. It took ten obnoxious seconds for Flynn to finally get himself into the window seat. He expected the man to be annoyed with him, and it’d be a lie if Flynn said he wasn’t a little scared of the muscles underneath that shirt, but the man didn’t seem mad at all, in fact, he looked somewhat amused.

They both settled in to their seats as the flight attendant did the standard air safety spiel. It wasn’t until they had taken off that the cowboy gave in to his clear curiosity about the old book on Flynn’s lap. “What’s that there? Looks ancient.”

“That would be because it is,” Flynn replied. He knew he shouldn’t discuss the book with a stranger, but he had such bad impulse control when it came to anything he knew something about. “Written in the language of the birds, in fact, which no one can read. Well, not yet anyway.”

The man glanced down at the book, then back to Flynn. “And you’re gonna translate it on an airplane?”

“I have roughly seven hours to do so, so yes, I’ll be translating it on this plane. And I would like to get to work as soon as possible,” Flynn snapped.

The man just shook his head at him. “Sure you don’t want help on that?”

“No!” Flynn lowered his voice when other passengers looked at them. “No, I can do it, trust me.”

Now the man looked annoyed. “Fine, then.” He then faced forward, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Flynn thought the man fell asleep, and would hopefully stay asleep the full flight, but an hour in, he opened his eyes and tried to sneak a glance at the text.

“Do you mind?” Flynn growled, shifting closer to the bulkhead.

“Am I not allowed to be curious?” the man growled back.

“It’s not like you could help anyway, Cowboy,” Flynn retorted, and then flinched when the man tensed. He’s not going to punch me on a plane...right?

The man closed his eyes for a moment, took a breath, then looked down at the text for a moment. “To best protect the staff of old from the hand of evil, split twice and scattered abroad-”

Flynn jerked the book away from the man. “How did you...who are you?”

The man smiled smugly. “The name’s Stone, Jacob Stone. And you’re Flynn Carsen, current Librarian I assume.”

How did know my name? How doe he know the language? “Trust only the solid rock,” Flynn muttered, eyes narrowed at Jacob. Then Flynn sucked in a breath and grabbed his arm excitedly. “You’re the rock, the one Judson was talking about.”

Jacob let out a huff of air at the mention of Judson. “That’s how he briefed you on me? Classic Judson.”

“You didn’t answer my question. How do you know the language of the birds?” Flynn asked, releasing his arm and settling back into his chair.

“I know a whole lot. Enough I could’ve been in that seat right now,” Jacob said, nodding at Flynn.

“Then how come you aren’t? Surely if you know this,” Flynn shook the book gently, “then you’d be more than qualified to be the Librarian.”

“That’s what I thought a few years ago, but when I met Charlene, she congratulated me on becoming the new Guardian for Wilde,” Stone said, folding his arms across his chest like he was still annoyed at the decision. “Apparently my brawn was more important than my brains.”

“What’s a Guardian?”

Jacob looked at Flynn with pity. “They really didn’t tell you anything, huh?”

Flynn shook his head a bit too forcefully. “They don’t tell me anything, and when they do, it’s cryptic, or not useful things like ‘save my receipts.’”

“I’d get used to that, if you wanna keep the job,” Jacob said, smiling at him. “A Guardian protects the Librarian. It’s a dangerous job in a lot of ways, and it’s my job to try to keep you alive to keep on doin’ it.”

Flynn nodded, then tilted his head like a dog. “What happened to the last Librarian?”

Jacob’s mood darkened. “He died, because I didn’t do my job good enough. And I’m not gonna let that happen again.”

Flynn was not sure how to respond to that information. “That’s...good to know.” He cleared his throat, not a fan of having Jacob brooding next to him. “So this book, you can translate it?”

“Sure, but so far I have no clue what it’s talkin’ about,” Jacob said, looking down at the book. “I’m better with art and literature and languages."

“Well, I can handle that,” Flynn said, savoring the fact that he still seemed to be the Librarian for a reason.

---

They made it through most of the book, then as soon as Jacob got up to go to the lavatory, Flynn was promptly almost kidnapped. Thankfully Jacob heard the commotion and burst out of the lavatory and knocked some goons about, krav maga style Flynn noted. To say Flynn wasn’t impressed by the speed at which Jacob disabled their wannabe captors would be a lie. And then Flynn forgot all about Jacob’s fighting style when the Guardian shoved him out of the plane with no parachute.

For a good ten seconds, Flynn was free falling, screaming all the while. And then an arm grabbed him by the torso, pulling him flush against someone, and then there was a jerk of a parachute unfurling as the other arm of this person secured Flynn.

They were drifting at a much less deadly speed now, but Flynn was still screaming. “Shut it, would you?” Jacob rumbled in his ear, loud against the woosh of the wind around them. Flynn stopped screaming, mainly because within another ten seconds they were tumbling to the rainforest floor.

Once Flynn righted himself, he turned towards Jacob, somehow already standing there like Flynn took five minutes to stand up. “You! Do not shove me out of a plane!” Flynn shouted, poking Jacob harshly in the chest.

Jacob stared him down. “We had no choice. If we stayed, we would’ve been captured.”

“You don’t know that! It looked like you had it handled.”

“Don’t question my judgment,” Jacob snarled, putting some space in between them. “Where are we?”

Flynn thought for a moment, thinking of the flight plan and their trajectory. “I need to get above the canopy to know for sure, but we should be fairly close to the secret Mayan temple.”

“Then get up that tree there,” Jacob said, pointing to a thick tree.

“Sure, I’ll just...climb this tree here,” Flynn said, walking over to the tree. Fueled by Jacob’s unimpressed look, Flynn scaled the tree.

Above the canopy, Flynn got confirmation of their location. Annoyingly, Jacob climbed the tree too, and looked annoyingly less winded than Flynn felt. “I’d say we’re about twenty miles away,” Jacob said, squinting at the temple in the distance.

“Nineteen and a third,” Flynn grumbled under his breath.

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Then we should get going,” he said, then left Flynn sitting at the top of the tree.

---

Trekking in the forest was not a thing Flynn really wanted to do, at least not so unprepared, but Jacob didn’t seemed to mind roughing it. They were sitting around a little campfire, eating roasted squirrels that Jacob had trapped earlier. It was quiet without it actually being quiet; the rainforest had plenty of noises, some Flynn didn’t want to think about, but he and Jacob ate in silence, at least, for a little while.

“So...what did you do before you came to the Library? Professor? Grad school?”

Jacob chuckled, shaking his head. “None of that. I was working on an oil rig when I got the letter, and before that I had a couple year stint at land surveying.”

Flynn blinked. “Oh.” He took a bite of meat to occupy his mouth, but the question came out anyway. “Then how did you...learn?”

“Not everyone has to learn through school, Flynn,” Jacob replied. “There wasn’t anythin’ stoppin’ me from reading books from my town’s library as a kid. And the internet is pretty nifty.”

“But...you’re brilliant. Why oil?”

Jacob kicked a little stone into the fire. “My dad has...had an oil company, one of the biggest local ones in Oklahoma. He expected me to run it, and for awhile I did.” He paused, pulling at meat with his teeth, but he eventually continued when Flynn wouldn’t quit staring at him. “My pa, he wasn’t one for smarts, or for people who had ‘em. He was worse than the kids at school.”

“So you hid it,” Flynn said. He hadn’t meant to be sarcastic or anything, but he was bad with the whole social interaction thing.

“Yeah, I did, and what of it?” Jacob glared at him. “Just because I didn’t study like you doesn’t mean I’m any less smart than you.”

Flynn cleared his throat awkwardly, finishing his roasted squirrel. “You, uh, wouldn’t happen to have toilet paper on you?”

Flynn hated the fact that the fire made Jacob’s eyes very piercing, because they were attempting to murder him with a look. Jacob took a knife from his boot, stabbed a leaf, and offered it to Flynn. “Be my guest.”

“Thanks,” Flynn said, taking the leaf and walking away from Jacob. Conveniently, he walked towards the cliff they’d camped near, and happened to see a group of not nice looking people around their own fire. He near sprinted back to Jacob. “We have friends!” he shout-whispered.

Jacob sprang up and followed Flynn to get a glimpse, and then promptly went and put the fire out. “They won’t scale the cliff ‘till morning.” He then settled down next to the dying embers, apparently ready to sleep for the night.

Without the fire, Flynn was acutely aware of the drop in temperature. “It’s, uh, it’s getting cold without that fire. We may need to do something to keep us warm.”

“Are you askin’ to cuddle?” Jacob looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“No! Uh, I just, was making an observation,” Flynn stammered, pacing around the dead fire.

“Get over here,” Jacob commanded, and it was a voice Flynn was not going to disobey. He sat down next to Jacob, leaving space in between them. Jacob eyed the gap. “That’s not gonna keep us warm.”

Flynn tried to restrain himself, but still probably got right up against Jacob a bit too quickly. The cowboy-fighter didn’t seem to notice. Despite the exhaustion, Flynn’s limbs were buzzing with energy. What am I, a teenager? Jacob made it worse when he wrapped an arm around Flynn’s waist and said into his ear, “try to get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

---

They were up and moving as soon as it got bright enough to make out general shapes of plants, hopefully leaving the people down below none the wiser. They continued hiking through the rainforest...happened on some locals, where of course Jacob spoke their dialect of Portuguese perfectly (and it sounded stupidly good coming out of his mouth, Flynn noted). Jacob even didn’t seem to mind when Flynn geeked out about the mating dance they got to watch that night. In fact, if Flynn wasn’t in such a weird situation, he’d say Jacob was watching him fondly that whole night.

It would’ve been nice to spend more time at the village, but the Serpent Brotherhood showed up the next morning, prompting Flynn and Jacob to flee into the jungle. They ran as fast as the forest floor would let them, and took a plunge over a waterfall to put distance between them and their pursuers. Flynn noted that Jacob’s soaked undershirt (he had his western shirt tied around his waist to dry), clung obscenely to his solid torso and muscular arms.

They got to the temple as the sun neared three in the afternoon. Flynn took over on that one, about got them killed but then saved them, thankfully. When they walked into the treasure room, Jacob kept Flynn from being stupid by dragging him back before he could go mess around with the piece of spear on the pedestal. “Woah there, these things are near always booby trapped. Don’t ever go wanderin’ up to something like that,” Jacob said.

Flynn felt himself flush. “I knew that.”

“Uh huh.” Jacob looked around the room, trying to find a release for whatever trap was inevitably on that pedestal. Flynn wanted to beat Jacob to the punch, so with his quick thinking, he took a rock and threw it at the spear piece, knocking it to the floor.

Jacob spun around to Flynn. “What did you-” A large stone face slamming into the space in front of the pedestal cut him off. Jacob looked at it a bit, then said, “Well, that works.”

They left the temple much quicker than it took them to get in, however the Serpent Brotherhood goons were standing right outside. Considering the odds if they tried to flee, Jacob and Flynn complied, and were dragged harshly through the jungle to a makeshift camp nearby. Someone was in the farthest tent they were facing, based on the rustling Flynn could hear. The person stepped out, and Flynn couldn’t believe his eyes at who was standing in front of him.

Jacob was furious. “Ed...you died...you...how…” It took three men to restrain him.

The apparently-not-deceased, previous Librarian shook his head like Jacob was slow. “What you saw was a special effect. Though your tears were perfect,” Edward said. Jacob bristled, but stayed put as the men restraining him prodded his sides with their guns. Edward looked to Flynn with disgust. “You’re the Librarian?”

Jacob ignored Edward’s jab. “Why?”

Edward swaggered closer to Jacob. “Absolute power, who wouldn’t? Oh, that would be you, the Guardian who hated magic.”

Then three men were not enough to restrain Jacob. He lashed out, grabbing Edward by the throat, before two more men joined the first three to push him back. Flynn noticed the red finger-length marks on Edward’s neck.

Edward coughed a little, grimacing, but then cocked his gun and aimed right at Jacob’s chest. “Goodbye Jacob. It was nice to see you again.”

Before Edward could fire, Flynn leaped in front of Jacob. “You can’t kill him.”

Edward looked at him. “Why not?”

Flynn stood a little straighter, adrenaline substituting for confidence. “Because you need me to find the last piece, and I won’t do it without him.”

Shoving his gun in the back of his pants, Edward closed the five feet between him and Flynn. “I don’t need you. I have this,” he said as took the book out from Flynn’s messenger bag and started flipping through the pages. Edward looked at Flynn in disbelief. “The language of the birds. No one can read this!”

“No one except a real Librarian,” Jacob said from behind Flynn.

Flynn bit back the immediate thought that Jacob technically translated it first. Instead, he started speaking in the language of the birds. “Tu zak su auk chi, coo coo coo coo coo coo coo caksi, kappa pippsi pash. In the language of the birds, that means you’re up a creek, and I’ve got the only paddle.”

Edward slammed the book shut. “Tell me where the third piece is, and I’ll let him live.”

“Don’t tell him,” Jacob said to Flynn.

“It’s in Shangri-La,” Flynn said.

Jacob kicked him in the back of the leg. Flynn winced, but Edward didn’t seem to notice. “Don’t screw with me, that’s a legend.”

“Shangri-La is in Mount Kailesh, in the Himalayas,” Flynn said, then turned his head to look at Jacob. “Excuse me for trying to save your life...again.”

“The spear is more important than my life, Flynn,” Jacob growled, his menacing tone making the mercenaries around them anxious.

“He’s not gonna get anywhere near that spear, unless I interpret the clues in there,” Flynn said, nodding to the book.

---

In captivity, they were shoved through the jungle to an airstrip, onto a plane, under constant watch of at least four men at any time. Both Flynn and Jacob took the break to get rest, and eat what little food they were given. Only when they were scaling mountains in the Himalayas did the security dwindle, though there wasn’t exactly anywhere for them to escape to anyway.

Flynn did not want to visit Shangri-La like this, but Jacob seemed even more distraught about it. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, hoping to not provoke the goons dragging both of them along.

“I...I trained here, to fight, and now I’m here in captivity to take the very thing they’ve sworn to protect,” Jacob replied, looking at the ground the whole time. Flynn noticed the monks were watching the Guardian, giving various looks of concern, disappointment, and pity, but the one in the center had no expression on his face.

“Welcome. It has been long prophesied that you would come today,” the monk in the middle said.

Edward, not one for pleasantries anymore, pushed in between Flynn and Jacob while the rest of the goons aimed their guns at the monks. “Give us the spear piece.”

The monk in the middle sighed, and then let them into the temple. The Serpent Brotherhood mercenaries shoved Flynn and Jacob through the temple to the golden statue in the back of the room.

“It is hidden inside,” the monk told Edward.

“Open it,” Edward demanded.

“We are the meer keepers. We have no idea how to open it,” the monk replied.

Edward shoved Flynn forward. “Fortunately, he does.” Flynn slowly made his way up to the statue, but apparently it wasn't fast enough for Edward. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Jacob’s head. “Get the spear piece, or I blow his brains out.”

Flynn raised his hands to show he was complying, took out the book, and looked at it for few moments. “Uh...this can’t be right,” Flynn said, flipping through pages.

“What?!” Edward said, shoving Jacob forward so he could see but still keep his leverage on Flynn.

“Well, this says it can only be opened with the name of god.”

“So?”

“So, the name of god is only the biggest secret in the WORLD. Over four thousand years, people have been trying to figure out, you expect me to come up with it in fifteen seconds?” Flynn retorted.

Edward replied by cocking his gun and re-aiming it at Jacob’s occipital bone.

Defeated, Flynn rolled his sleeves up a little and studied the characters on the statue’s stomach. After a few moments, he smiled. “M...E,” he said as he touched two symbols. The symbols glowed, then the whole stomach section glowed around the edges and retreated into the statue with a bright flash, revealing the spear blade. “Me, god is within us all,” Flynn explained.

The monk who had greeted them smiled and nodded at Flynn as Edward released Jacob and made his way up to the blade. Flynn, wanting to pull a fast one on Edward, stood up in resignation. “Go ahead, take it.” He winked to Jacob, who looked about ready to take out all the Serpent Brotherhood around him.

Edward about fell for it, going so far as to reach his hand just across the threshold of the compartment, but then he stood up and looked at Flynn. “No, you take it,” Edward commanded. Flynn, not wanting to show his concern, did so, but his hesitation gave him away. “Problem?”

Flynn shook his head, and proceeded to pull the blade out quickly, with no ill effects. That’s not right. Edward swiped the blade from him as Flynn glanced around the room in confusion.

“Lars, fly up here now, track my signal,” Edward said into a walkie talkie, staring at the blade in his hand like he just had the world handed to him. Just then, the statute started to descend into the floor.

“About time,” Flynn told the statue as a gong sounded, and the temple started shaking.

Things descended into chaos. The monks took advantage of it, targeting the Serpent Brotherhood. Jacob grabbed the blade from Edward after elbowing him in the stomach, then grabbed Flynn’s arm and dragged him through the chaos, though they had to get past enemies first...or rather, Jacob took care of them quickly in a similar yet different style than the monks were using around them.

Seeing their escape, Edward blocked their path. “Give me the spear!”

Jacob took the blade in his hand and chucked it across the room into the chaos.

“Noo! Get the spear!” Edward roared, pushing past them into the room.

Jacob continued leading Flynn out of the collapsing temple, ignoring his “but the blade!” until they were outside.

“Hold on, we have to get the spear piece,” Flynn said as soon as they stopped.

Jacob pulled out the blade in the sheath built into his boot. “If you wanna hide something, you do it in plain sight.”

The monk that had first greeted them ran up to them. “The spear must be protected.”

“Master-” Jacob started, but the man held up a hand to stop his sentence.

“Protect it. You cannot fight a crowd alone, Jacob. We will rebuild. Do your duty.”

Jacob looked like he had more to say, but he just nodded, grabbed Flynn’s wrist, and ran off to the helicopter that had just conveniently landed on the lawn.

---

With their new helicopter, they flew towards the nearest blip of civilization that was big enough to have a hotel, and promptly booked themselves a room. Flynn didn’t blink an eye at sharing a room, but he gawked when the manager informed them there was only one bed.

“It’s not like we didn’t just spend a week in each other’s company. Any bed is better than camping outside again, and I don’t want to let you out of my sight when they’re still lookin’ for us,” Jacob said. He then thanked the manager and took the room key, expecting Flynn to follow him to the elevator, which he did.

The room itself was fine. Flynn claimed the bathroom first, hoping the warm shower and scrubbing off a week’s worth of grime would let him fall asleep quickly. Eventually he forced himself out of the shower so Jacob could use it.

Just as Jacob stepped into the bathroom, the tv turned itself on. Judson was in the screen. “Mr. Carson.”

“Judson! You and everyone at the Library can completely relax. We have the third piece of the spear right,” he paused to dig under the bed to retrieve it, “right here. Completely safe.”

Judson nodded in approval. “Good work. I still can’t believe that Wilde joined the Serpent Brotherhood. He was a fine Librarian. Thank goodness we have a…a better one now.” Flynn wiggled a little where he was sitting on the bed, savoring the praise. “Get some rest, and return to the Library as soon as possible,” Judson said, and then the tv turned off, ending the conversation.

Once Judson’s image fizzled out, Flynn let himself lay down on the bed, the left side when looking at the bed, leaving more than enough room for Jacob to sleep on. His back ached at the soft mattress after several nights of sleeping on the ground, so he shifted around until he was on his side, back facing the edge of the bed. He was exhausted, but of course his brain didn’t want to rest quite yet, so he laid there, staring at the wall, trying to process his past week. He did his best to ignore the steam curling from under the bathroom door, to not think about how he'd rather be back in that shower, listening to that southern voice sing some country song without a door and a shower curtain between them.

And then all thoughts of anything ceased to be at the forefront of his brain when Jacob walked out of the muggy bathroom, only pajama bottoms on, towel draped around his neck. And of course, Flynn's mouth acted of its own accord. “You're not wearing a shirt.”

Jacob looked at him, thought a moment, and then said, in a rather gravelly voice, “No, I'm not. Accidentally left it out here.” He nodded at the shirt still sitting on top of the dresser.

“Hmm, was it truly an accident?” Flynn asked. And then he processed those words and sat up quickly. “I'm sorry, uh, I-”

“Do you want it to be on purpose?” Jacob asked. He kept eye contact with Flynn as he ran the towel through his damp hair slowly. “‘Cuz it could've been.”

“Uh, well, um,” said Flynn eloquently.

Jacob chuckled. “You sure have a way with words, Flynn.”

“Well, you make it hard to think,” Flynn retorted. He meant it to be a jab, but it just came out as a compliment.

“Do I now?” Jacob said with a smirk. He slowly walked over to the side of the bed Flynn was sitting. “Tell me, Flynn, what would you like to do right now?”

With Jacob’s solid body right in front of him, and the way he was practically purring Flynn’s name, it took a couple tries for Flynn to get words to work. “Right now? I, uh, I…”

“Would you rather show me?” Jacob asked, leaning down at the hips so his face was level with Flynn’s. Flynn nodded, and didn’t stop nodding until his face pressed against Jacob’s. Jacob kissed him for a moment, then pulled away, smiling at the way Flynn tried to follow him. “Hold on, now. Why don’t we get into a more comfortable position, hmm?” Flynn nodded yet again, but Jacob got him to stop by gently holding his jaw with one hand, the other stabilizing himself as he straddled Flynn’s hips. “There, now how ‘bout you go on and lay down,” he instructed, giving Flynn little kisses all the way down.

Flynn couldn’t restrain himself now that Jacob was above him; his hand went for Jacob’s torso, feeling the lines of muscle there. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the waterfall,” Flynn admitted.

“Have you, now? Well, don’t be shy,” Jacob muttered, leaning down to let his mouth explore Flynn more.

---

While they could’ve been more well-rested, they woke up the next morning to sun seeping through the curtains, a little stiff in places that hadn’t been sore the night before. Jacob was lazily carding his fingers through Flynn’s hair, where his head still laid on the Guardian’s chest. Once Flynn had savored the memories of the night before, his mind was on to more questions about the Guardian’s past. “How long did you train at Shangri-La?”

Jacob’s hand hesitated a moment before it resumed its path through Flynn’s bedhead. “A couple months, near soon as the Library hired me.”

Flynn traced the lines of Jacob’s torso. “Where else did you train? Your form was...unique.”

“There’s a lot to be learned from bar brawls and school yard fights,” Jacob said, hand moving down Flynn’s neck to his shoulders, making the Librarian shivver. “I had more than my fair share of them.”

For awhile they enjoyed each other’s touch in silence, but eventually Flynn’s curiosity returned. “What did Edward mean when he said you hated magic?”

Now Jacob’s hand stopped moving. “I don’t...Edward liked usin’ it, to save the day, he said. I hated that he did that. Magic is...it’s dangerous, and power corrupts. It’s the reason the Library exists, to keep it out of the hands of those who want to wreak havoc.”

Flynn turned his head so he was looking at Jacob, as much as he could anyway. “Was he always...how he is now?”

Jacob looked away in thought. “I never thought so, I mean, sure, he was headstrong, but his heart was in the right place, or ‘least I thought it was.”

“Were you two...close?”

“No, he, well, he didn’t even know about me,” Jacob said. He still wasn’t looking at Flynn.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I think breakfast...or maybe lunch is in order,” Flynn said, sitting up.

Jacob looked back at Flynn, smiling, but he still seemed distant. “Sounds great.”

They got dressed and made their way to a cafe just down the street from the hotel, spear blade safely sheathed in Jacob’s boot. They ate their food and coffee in a politely ravenous manner, earning a couple glances from other patrons.

“Have you published anything?” Flynn asked Jacob out of the blue.

“What?” Jacob said around a mouthful.

“Any papers, books? I know the way you talked about the language of the birds sounded familiar, but I’ve read countless essays and articles and books to pin down the specific ones I’m thinking of that sounded like you. I mean you had to have done it under a pen name-”

Jacob held up his hand to get Flynn to quiet. “I have, under pen names,” Jacob answered, emphasizing the plural.

Flynn did not want to let this go. He racked his mind, temporarily ignoring his food. “Was Dr. Oliver Thompson one of them?”

Jacob huffed, more amused than annoyed. “Yup.” Just as he took another bite, a sizeable dart sunk into his neck.

“Jacob!” Flynn half shouted, shooting up from his chair. Jacob stood up too, albeit slower than Flynn, and he swayed a little on his feet.

Jacob pulled the dart out, looking around, but his head turned too slowly to really cover the area. “Flynn, run,” he slurred, somehow still standing. Flynn instinctively backed up, just in time for some Serpent Brotherhood brutes to descend on Jacob, who then finally passed out.

Flynn was torn; Jacob told him to run, and he wanted to, but he didn’t wanna leave Jacob. He didn’t get much time to think as the men dragged the unconscious Guardian over to a truck, and sped off. It was then that Flynn realized the blade was still in Jacob’s boot, though the mercenaries didn’t seem to know that as they had taken Flynn’s messenger bag too, not that it would do them any good. Freaking out, Flynn ran down the street in the direction the truck had gone, but there was no way he was going to catch them by foot. He stopped to catch his breath conveniently near another tv.

“Flynn, what’s wrong?” Judson asked. He was sitting in a chair, unlike yesterday’s magical video call.

“Jacob, they took him, a tranquilizer dart, they have the spear, the Serpent Brotherhood took him,” Flynn rambled.

“Alright, alright, not all is lost. It took a great power to split the spear, and it’ll take even more to fuse the pieces together again,” Judson said.

“How much?”

“Well, mysticism aside, you’ll need a local electromagnetic field registering over fifteen on the Shoum scale,” Judson explained.

“Okay, good,” Flynn said, nodding and pacing a little. “The only time that kind of energy’s ever been registered was during a peak full moon at the great pyramid, when it had its capstone. The Egyptian government refuses to replace the-” Flynn had an epiphany “-capstone. Next peak full moon is tomorrow night. Call the marines, Judson, I’m coming home.”

---

That night, New York time, Flynn sneaked up to a service entrance of the museum where just a few weeks ago, he had been working with Professor Harris. He tried busting down the door, but only gave himself a bruised shoulder.

“Flynn,” Judson said, startling him, “we can get in through the ventilation system.”

“Where are the marines?” Flynn asked, looking around.

Judson pulled back the collar of his shirt revealing a small tattoo of the eagle, globe and anchor. “Semper fi.”

“You were a marine,” Flynn said, to which Judson nodded. Flynn had no idea how they were going to get Jacob and the spear, just the two of them. “Good, good.”

“Well now, let’s get that spear back.”

They snuck in, through the ventilation system, and approached the gathering of the Serpent Brotherhood gathering around the scale pyramid from the second floor. Flynn spotted an annoyingly familiar face. “Well well well, Professor Harris. I should’ve known he was evil. He gave me an A minus.”

Edward stepped out of the pyramid, spear pieces in hand. His two main henchman-hench people...the bald one and the lady, stepped out from behind him, Jacob in tow with hands bound behind him. “Serpent Brothers, our dream comes true tonight,” Edward addressed the gathering.

“Doesn’t that guy ever die,” Flynn whispered to Judson.

“We call down the power of the gods, the ancient ones,” Edward said, lifting the pieces up. Then, from the capstone, the pyramid lit up, blue energy coursing down to the base and back up like a scanner before flashing at the capstone. Edward and the people on the stairs with him, Jacob included, went into the pyramid replica as the others outside started chanting, led by Professor Harris no less.

Judson and Flynn made their way to the first floor, hiding behind a large stone head. There’s just too many of them. “I can’t do this alone,” Flynn whispered.

“Well, you got me,” Judson said.

“No offence, Judson, but you’re-” Flynn was interrupted by Judson slamming a patrolling guard’s face into the stone. “You bad mother.”

“I was a Librarian too, you know,” Judson said, and then sneaked off to get a better position on the crowd waiting for Edward. Flynn, knowing all the entrances of the pyramid best, decided to sneak in there because Edward was up to no good.

Flynn’s suspicions were confirmed when he got in there just in time to see Edward stab the bald guy with the newly repaired spear, and consume his soul before throwing him into the magical field created by the capstone. He was about to do the same to Jacob too, but Flynn was not about to let that happen.

“Dying by the very thing you hate, how fitting,” Edward said, and started towards Jacob, spear aimed at his stomach, but Flynn jumped out and tackled Edward before it could touch Jacob. The Guardian looked at Flynn in surprise, and promptly followed him out of the pyramid, only to be greeted by the crowd waiting on Edward. “Kill,” Edward commanded, then went back into the pyramid. The lady followed him.

Seeing Jacob needed his hands, Flynn undid the handcuffs. “Ha, Houdini, Prague, nineteen twenty six,” Flynn said as he threw the cuffs away.

Just then Judson joined them. “We have to get the spear back to the Library,” he said, which prompted the crowd to attack them. Judson went straight to work, taking down several men. Flynn glanced to Jacob, who was gawking just as much as Flynn was. “Get the spear away from Wilde, before he gets too powerful,” Judson commanded. Knowing he wasn’t much good in a fight, Flynn sprinted into the pyramid.

Professor Harris stepped out in front of Flynn, so Flynn used his momentum to break his nose. “You...you broke my nose!” the professor said, blood dripping. “How dare you Flynn!”

“Yeah, I did what you said,” Flynn mocked, grabbing the professor by his jacket. “I learned a few things in the big, bad, real world!” He turned the professor around and gave him a good kick, sending him down the stairs to the floor. Flynn couldn’t get farther into the pyramid though, as the lady came out, gun pointed at him.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she said, voice disturbingly gentle despite the chaos around them. “We’re gonna rule the world. We can be together.”

Flynn blinked at her in confusion and fear, but thankfully Jacob had been paying more attention and ran up and decked her square in the temple. “Get your own geek,” he growled. Flynn moved past her on the floor, going up to Jacob, grinning. Jacob nodded towards the doorway, and Flynn ran inside.

Edward was standing just at the edge of the energy field. “It’s too late Flynn. The power of the spear is MINE!” He backhanded Flynn with inhuman strength, sending the Librarian into the nearby wall head first. Blood trickled out of gash above Flynn’s temple. He felt it, just a surface wound, but head wounds always bleed a lot.

Edward stalked over to him. “You’re the best they could come up with?” He then went to stab Flynn with the spear, but Flynn rolled out of the way, letting the spear impact the stone right where he had been. Edward pushed it back a couple inches with the force of his jab. Flynn barely got to his feet before Edward was swiping at him. In his backpedalling, Flynn tripped over rubble. “You’re too clumsy to even die properly!” Edward snarled, spear in one hand ready to throw. Flynn scrambled backwards into the wall, then promptly rolled out of the way.

Just then Flynn realized which stones Edward had shoved back. So he ran to the next corner, Edward trailing him. Edward caught him with the butt of the spear, recovered, and did what Flynn wanted on the third cornerstone.

After Edward hit the fourth cornerstone, Flynn was just beat up enough that he couldn’t get away quick enough. He got roundhouse kicked in the jaw, sending him dazed into a pillar. Edward then took him by the throat and hoisted him up like Flynn weighed nothing.

“Goodbye Librarian,” Edward said, and tossed Flynn towards the energy field, which promptly dissipated as soon as Flynn neared it.

“If even one of the support stones are off even by an inch,” Flynn said, struggling to get to his feet, “the whole pyramid collapses.” He picked up a bit of rubble already crumbling in his hand. “I’d say this was out of alignment.”

“I will destroy you!” Edward roared.

“You never will!” Flynn retorted. “You know why? Because the things that make life worth living can’t be thought here-” he smacked Edward under the chin with the rubble in his hand “-they must be felt here!” Flynn sent Edward stumbling back with a forceful blow to the sternum, enough to put him just under the capstone. And just as Flynn predicted, the capstone came crashing down onto Edward, finally killing the previous Librarian. The spear, undamaged, flew to Flynn’s hands.

Outside, Judson and Jacob had taken care of all the other Serpent Brotherhood people, leaving mess of bodies on the floor. “I believe this belongs to the Library,” Flynn said, using the spear for more support to stand than he’d like to admit.

Jacob didn’t seem to care, he was looking at Flynn with a proud smile...and maybe a bit of bedroom eyes, but Flynn couldn’t be certain considering he did hit his head.

---

Three Months Later

Flynn had taken his mother out for a brunch at a café, where of course she was trying to set him up with the three ladies at a nearby table. “Flynn is a librarian now, but he’s capable of so much more. He just needs the right woman to push him.”

“Mom, you don’t understand. Being a Librarian is actually a pretty cool job,” Flynn said. He leaned towards her a little. “And you don’t need to keep trying to fix me up, I told you that.”

His mom seemed a little taken aback at his bluntness, but brushed it off. “This mysterious J, never quite around to meet the mother, or even have a real first name.”

“I told you, it’s their first initial,” Flynn said, a bit exasperated. “Well, it’s complicated.”

Just then, a motorcycle jumped a potted hedge, drove right into the middle of café patio, and stopped right at their table. Flynn’s mother was shocked, but Flynn looked cool as a cucumber, though in his head he was battling the sudden rush of adrenaline.

Jacob pulled his full-face helmet off, smirking at Flynn. “Hey there, handsome,” Jacob said as Flynn stood up to greet him via a kiss. His mom gasped, making Flynn remember that he should introduce Jacob and not stand there thinking about how stupidly sexy the leather jacket looked on his Guardian.

“Jacob, this is my mother,” Flynn said, forcing his gaze to his mother for a brief moment.

“Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Carsen,” Jacob drawled, putting on that stupidly charming smile of his (it took all of Flynn’s self-control not to kiss it off his face) and offering Flynn’s mother his hand.

“Oh no, the pleasure is mine,” Mrs. Carsen said, taking his hand, which he then brought up to his lips to give a polite kiss on her knuckles before letting her hand go. She looked thoroughly charmed.

Jacob then looked at Flynn. “The Deadly Scorpion League has found H. G. Well’s time machine. We’re the only ones who can get it back.”

“Deadly Scorpion League, what is it with these bad guys and insect names for clubs,” Flynn said, a bit exasperated. Then he looked to his mother. “Mom, I get going,” he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek, “see you soon.” He then got on the back of Jacob’s motorcycle, though he narrowed his eyes at the grin on Jacob’s face. “You’re smiling...why are you smiling?”

“Oh, deadly time-travelling ninjas out to kill us,” Jacob said like he was describing the color of the plates on the table.

Flynn shook his head. “Just a normal day at work,” he said, smiling as he put on the spare helmet. Once Flynn had secured his arms around Jacob’s waist, the Guardian sped off into the street, said ninjas hot on their tail.

-----

Apparently I just needed some more Flynnstone, because I had seriously thought my first Librarians fic for 2019 was going to be another Jazekiel one, or another installment on my Land Pirate AU. Though it wasn’t near as original as my other stuff, considering I used dialog and scenes directly from the movie. Oh well, whatever gets me out of my writing slump I guess!

I always pictured Stone as one of those “on the fence” characters, where he had the ability to be either a Guardian or Librarian with his skillset and personality. That’s probably why I wanted to play with him being a Guardian. Also, I wanted to play around with Stone’s history more, mainly giving him access to the Library earlier in his life. I didn’t think he actually went to college, so he did all his degrees online or something because of the aliases he used, but wiki says Stone went to college so idk. Mainly, my thinking is if Stone actually went to a college in person...he wouldn’t go back to oil rigging and he’d be a professor instead ( see “And the Happily Ever Afters” where that was his dream job).

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