#librarian logan

[eddiebreeg666]

So, I've just finished listening to The Ashes of Prospero and one of the things that surprised me was how the members of the Space Wolves 13th Great Company seemed to show regret at their actions on Prospero after they realized that Horus gave them the order to destroy Prospero and the Thousand Sons legion.

I know that the Emperor had originally ordered Russ to simply bring Magnus back to Terra and that it was Horus who changed the order to destroy the Thousand Sons, but I had thought that the Space Wolves dispised the Thousand Sons enough to not care about whether they exterminated them all or not or who the order came from, but this does not seem to be the case. Bulveye, the 13th Great Company leader even says that Thousand Sons could've been an ally to the loyalists during the Horus Heresy if it were not for Horus' orders.

[wh40kartwork]

Space Wolves

by Edouard Boccard

Ulrik the Slayer / Logan Grimnar / Njal Stormcaller

[helpmeiamprocrastinating]

Sorry, can’t talk right now, all I can think about is Librarian Lucy, Guardian Wyatt, and Caretaker Rufus.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

schools of thought: part 2 🦊

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

to catch up, check out part 1 here

author's notes

thank you for your patience and the kudos on part 1 🤧 irl stuff happened and i worked on a different story for a while before getting back to this one

ignore timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

—————we pick up at the federation U library———————

lando's studying late. it's a tuesday, and there aren't too many people there - just him, linda the librarian who isn't particularly impressed at anything or anyone, and a couple of other students on other islands of desks, stuck in their own world.

lando doesn't find academic work impossible per se, it's more the sustained attention that gets challenging. and contrary to how he seems, he does actually work hard at his core modules. even if he isn't sure exactly to what end, yet.

the screen's blazing bright and lagrange's theorem is starting to make his brain statick-y, so lando rubs his eyes. one of those advice pages on tiktok said changing tasks could help sometimes to refocus on his studying. something about crop rotation or switching channels of the brain or something. if it's on social media, it must be true.

so he opens his design software instead and makes a party invite.

he sends a prayer to the holy trinity of tiesto, guetta and darude for his very basic photoshop abilities. and an extra hail-van-helden for the free software that he pirated off charles.

the party playlist is already whirring in his head. definitely some garage smashed with some old school hip hop, and he's sure there's a way to get some hans zimmer piano in there. whatever, it'll work.

satisfied with his efforts, lando sips from his hydroflask. (the drink is one part instant coffee, one part spicy honey, and a lot of hot water. carlos gives him shit about it all the time, but carlos is spanish and generally prone to dramatics when it comes to coffee and just about everything else.)

still focused on his important task of Procrastinating His Stabilizer Equations, lando texts max.

linda, to her credit, only glared at him once when he started humming kid cudi under his breath.

and judging from experience, max and charles are going to be a while, so there's nothing for lando to do but stare at the wall and keep working on his playlists. oh, and his math assignments.

meanwhile, oscar gets a ping from logan.

what is there to say about the meeting really, oscar thinks. uneventful. ———————earlier——————————

the first project catch-up with lando, they'd met under the campus bee statue. a sunny afternoon, but the campus was quiet, half of them having decamped to the nearby hills or beach for a change of scenery. it was just the pleasant and tolerable buzz of other students enjoying the warmth and doing university student things. he'd spotted a couple of people with picnic blankets out. he hadn't brought a picnic blanket, thinking this would be a quick meeting.

lando had appeared in a blur of white and orange, like a y2k elf. ear piercing, music festival rubber bracelets and all. in a t-shirt that said i'm acute angle.

"'sup osc!" lando said.

"that t-shirt's gramatically incorrect. technically." oscar had replied.

"whaa-aat. but more to the point, it's funny."

"i guess. did you do the reading yet? thought it'd be good to talk roles and responsibilities and maybe a project timeline."

"timeline?" lando said, as he tossed his backpack down and flopped on the lawn. lando extracted two heinekens from a side pocket and went through a complicated manouvre of opening them with his room keys. "thought we'd maybe crack open a beer and just chat, matey."

i'm not your matey, oscar thought. i'm a passenger to whatever train of chaos it is that you're driving and i'd like to get off.

oscar's skin prickled as he realised the double meaning of get off. he also tried to not think too hard about how overfamiliar lando was acting towards him. the worse thing was: there was a bigger part of him that was probably willing to let lando get away with it.

lando seemed to be ignoring whatever existential crisis oscar was going through. instead, lando was going on and on about philosophical youtubers and sparknotes. lando was so animated when he spoke, too: hands always in gestures, as if excitement buzzed directly out of his fingertips and onto oscar. there was a sparkle in his eyes, blue sliding into grey, that made oscar want to sit on his hands. because they were the kind of eyes they wrote about in regency novels, the windows to the soul kind of melodramatic nonsense. that would make him want to do stupid shit. like, get-in-the-way-of-the-project-grade kind of stupid shit.

so it took oscar a lot of energy to focus in that first meeting. he thought he did a pretty decent job picking up the thread of conversation, around the part where lando had called foucault's theory "the indiana jones thought thingy."

"i think you mean archaeology of knowledge."

"right! right." lando said, as he beamed up at him.

oscar had suddenly felt overly warm, then. probably just the sun on the quad, he thought to himself. he was from australia, so technically he should've known better, and worn adequate SPF. he'd have to set a phone reminder for that at a later point. he refused to be fooled again by the european summer and its apparently hypnotic effects. even if those hypnotic effects were probably mostly caused by a menacing parallel phenomenon that oscar would call solarus landonitus.

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later, oscar's cooks dinner, and tries to decipher the instructions on the back of a frozen bag of beef mince. pato and logan are away at a football game across the border in italy, an overnighter thing.

his phone vibrates. it's lando.

oscar's hands hover over the letter keys. a party? he couldn't think of anything worse. but lando said a couple of friends, and it's true oscar hasn't really partied, and he thinks hanging out with his D&D friends doesn't really count. there had been that one instance in first year when oscar had gone to try and meet logan and pato at the ministry of sound, and he'd accidentally ended up at the ministry of state government building. after that, he'd figured parties weren't really fated for him.

but. lando, social butterfly lando, campus personality lando is the one asking. and logan's right, oscar probably does take himself too seriously.

osc types and deletes at least four different responses before be replies. he is an eng lit major, he tells himself. surely he should be better at crafting his words than this. but sometimes it is what it is.

so it isn't a commitment, and it isn't a hard no, either.

oscar stares at his phone. it's gone quiet. lando's moved on – probably uploading an instagram story. or smashing his too keyboard loudly in a public space as he solves a polynomial. or making a new and unlikely EDM song out of radiator noises, or whatever it is that lando "i'm so cool" norris decides to do with his free time.

oscar is studying the dorm kitchen tiles, thinking about not thinking about lando, when his pasta water boils over. it hits the induction stove with a loud hiss.

"shit!" osc yelps. he grabs a nearby dish towel to wipe it up.

the pasta ends up both soggy and under salted, but he eats it anyway. mind turning all the while.

——————stay tuned part 3 (hint: party party)————————

p.s. if you want to be tagged/notified on the next part/updates just lmk in comments or DM and i'd be happy to!!

[scenecipriano]

Virgil: The school librarian is going to think I’m crazy.

Logan: Why do you assume that, Virgil?

Virgil: I’ve checked out two books on European witchcraft and one about personality disorders

Logan: *Raises his eyebrow*

Virgil: ITS FOR RESEARCH-

[wizardbracket]

Round 4: Match 5 of 8

The Librarian:

Vanquished (so far): Eskarina Smith, Rincewind, Erin Ruunaser

"You just can't beat pratchett"

"he would rather be an orangutan than a man and given the choice i would also pick orangutan"

"There is no beating the Librarian."

"He got turned into an orangutan by accident and then refused to let anyone try and turn him back because it was a better body for librarianing"

“The librarian is properly iconic"

"OOK"

Merlin:

Vanquished (so far): The Hobgoblin, J'zargo, Big Hat Logan

"This Merlin is me in 50 years"

"Sword in the stone merlin does not give a single shit. He should win"

"sword in stone merlin is an absolute riot and i need him to win this"

"sword in the stone merlin is SUCH an icon"

"Merlin is like, THE shitty wizard"

"this is my merlin and I luff him"

“He is the kookiest old bat. He's a time-travelling meddler. He's all those posts that say "I'm going to give a medieval child doritos and see what happens."

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Adopted

"Papa?" Virgil glanced up suddenly from his coloring page.

"Yes, my little rag doll?" Janus answered setting aside his book.

"Where did I come from?"

"Well." Janus slipped onto the floor next to his son and pulled Virgil into his lap. "You see, one day I was at the grocery store buying ice cream for your dad for his birthday and when I came out of the store I found that someone had left a baby in carseat on the hood of my car. I took the baby home and put up missing posters for him, but no one ever claimed him so your father and I decide to keep you for our own."

Virgil’s brow pinched. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" Janus assured and kissed his brow.

---

"Papa, where did I come from?" Virgil asked. It had been several months since the first time he asked, and this time Janus was ready.

He held out his arms and hefted the boy onto his hip. "On Halloween night, your dad forgot to bring in the Jack-o-lantern he'd carved and filled with candy for the neighborhood kids to pick from. Then at midnight-" Janus's voice suddenly went quiet "-we heard footsteps on the porch! We went very still, listening very carefully till someone tried to open the door." His voice went back to normal tone. "But at that point, we assumed it was your pesky Uncle Roman trying to play a mean trick on us, so your dad and I ran to the fridge where we had water balloons kept just for this moment. We grabbed as many as we could carry and ran as quickly ans quietly as we could to the door then we ripped the door wide open, hoping to catch Uncle Roman by surprise, but instead of your uncle there was you! You were bundled up in a knitted blanket and lying in a basket with a note pinned to the blanket. It said 'this is a good trade for your pumpkin'.

"Now at first your father was very worried, because he thought you might be a vampire baby! But I reminded him that pumpkins don't turn to vampires till after Christmas. After that he agreed to keep you."

Virgil hummed thoughtfully.

"Don't you believe me?" Janus asked innocently.

"Uncle Logan says vampires aren't real."

"That's because your Uncle Logan is terribly boring." He quickly kissed the boy's pudgy cheek. "Run along and play now, I need to finish dinner."

---

"Papa?"

Janus glanced in the rear view mirror at Virgil, strapped safely in his carseat. "Yes, pumpkin?"

"Where did I come from?"

Janus sighed. This time it'd only been a few weeks since the last time Virgil had asked. "Well, one day, I was working late at the library because we had just gotten a new shipment of books and it was my job to make sure they all got logged and had the library's stamp on the inside. It was very dark out side because it was winter now and it was very quiet because the library was closed. Then! Very suddenly and without warning the book drop off panel opened up! Now, this isn't strange during the day, but at night it's very strange indeed. Especially because no books came at all. Instead a voice called out, 'Delivery for Janus the Librarian!', " Janus put on a faux deep voice for that part and it drew a giggle from Virgil. "So I did what any sane person does and I ran outside to get my package. And gets what it was!"

"Was it me?"

Janus smiled and nodded. "It was you. I took you home right away, just in case the delivery man realized he'd made a mistake. It would have made me very sad because I saw you in the little cardboard box and loved you so much I knew immediately that I wanted to keep you forever."

Virgil gave a grin and Janus smiled at his missing front teeth. "Love you, Papa."

"I love you too."

---

"Papa?" Virgil asked as Janus pushed him on the swing.

"Yes, little one?"

"Where do babies come from?"

Janus blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Why, they're dropped off by messenger falcons, of course." He tried to make it sound like he wasn't asking a question.

"Oh. Is that the bird on Dumbo that brings the babies?"

"No, those are storks," Janus nose scrunched in annoyance. Of course he'd gotten the bird wrong.

"Oh. How come the used the wrong bird in Dumbo?"

"Because Disney think it's funny to get things wrong on purpose. And you can tell Uncle Roman I said so."

---

"Papa?" Virgil asked as Janus helped him into the car after school.

"Yes, little bug?"

"Did I really come from messenger falcons?"

"No, you were a very special baby. You see, the year you came to us was a very special year. Aaall year long your dad and I did our best to be very, very good. Your dad didn't call Uncle Roman mean names and I even secretly paid other people's library fines for them. Then on the first day of December we wrote letter to Santa telling him about how we had done our very best to be very good. And we asked him if he could give a little baby boy all our own for Christmas that year.

"And then we waited. And it was the longest month of the longest year of my whole life. But finally Christmas morning came and we woke up to the sound of a baby crying and it was the most beautiful sound because we knew we'd gotten our special wish when we got you." Janus lightly booped the end of Virgil’s nose.

"If I write Santa a letter and you and Daddy write Santa letter do you think he'll give me a baby brother for Christmas?"

Janus blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. "We can talk to your dad about the idea."

---

"Hey, we're home!" Remus called out and slung Virgil’s backpack on the couch.

"How was your day volunteering in class?" Janus asked as he came out of the study.

"Good," Remus answered, slipping an arm around Janus's waist and pulling him into a hug. Janus kissed his cheek, drawing a goofy grin from Remus. "Better now."

"Papa, guess what!" Virgil beamed with excitement.

"What?" Janus asked, matching his tone.

"There was a new kid in class today! His name's Remy and he said I'm adopted like he is!"

Janus's jaw fell open and his head snapped to Remus. "You let someone else tell him he's adopted?" He demanded.

Remus shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "I dunno, babe, I kinda feel like this one is on you. He's been asking about it for like a year now."

"Don't try to pin this on me!"

"Jan, honey, babe, darling, sunflower, light of life, and the reason I get up in the morning." He set his hands on Janus's shoulders. "Ya told the kid you found him in the mailbox. His teacher was getting ready to contact the counselor for you."

"I was just. Waiting for the right time," Janus huffed.

"He's been asking for a year, babe. It was time for him to know. I know it sucks you weren't there for it, but the other kid actually did a really good job of explaining it and in case you couldn't tell, Virgil is really happy to be adopted."

Janus sighed and glanced down at Virgil, who now looked up with worry on his young face.

"Did I make you sad, Papa?"

"No, my love." Janus sat on the floor and held out his arms. Virgil sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. Janus smiled and hugged him tightly. "The day we adopted you was one of the happiest days of my life, I want you to know that. I wouldn't change adopting you for the world. But there were some...difficult things that happened before that. And sometimes the bad things get mixed up with the good things in my brain so it's easier for me to pretend none of it happened at all. And that you just appeared out of nowhere. Because it helps me think of only the good things in that way. But I will never be sad that we adopted you, I promise." Janus pressed a kiss to Virgil’s temple and smiled when Remus settled on the floor with him, enveloping them both in a secure embrace. "I love you, Virgil."

"Love you too, Papa."

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Sanders Sides as things I’ve said/heard Part Three

part one

part two

As always, use these as inspo for anything, as long as you give credit. Speaking of credit, credit to my friends and students at [REDACTED FOR PRIVACY]. Y’all contribute a lot to this cause.

<<•>>

Janus: I didn’t lie, I just… willingly spread misinformation.

<<•>>

Virgil: Remus is a dirty thief!

Remus: Hey! I may be a thief but I am not dirty. I’m also a murderer, but we ignore that!

<<•>>

Logan: Remus, that is not “fucking around”, that is property damage.

<<•>>

Janus: Pure capitalism… just the way god intended.

<<•>>

[About Logan]

Janus: He’s just so hot when he’s covered in the blood of his enemies.

Remus: I KNOW!

<<•>>

Roman, trying to write: Ugh, what’s it called when someone shuffles from side to side?

Patton: …The cha-cha slide?

<<•>>

Virgil: Stop being queer, god.

Roman: *blows kiss*

<<•>>

Logan: You’re hypocrisy is astute.

Roman: EXCUSE YOU, I BELIEVE IN DEMOCRACY.

<<•>>

Janus: My name… is Janus.

Virgil: Okay?

Janus: Aren’t you going to make some remark and say “Janice? What are you, a middle school librarian”?

Virgil: Nah, you sound more like a stay at home mom.

Janus: Okay that is worse.

<<•>>

Logan, counting money: Four dollars…

Patton: Perry the four dollars?!

Logan: What.

Patton: I was making a Perry the platypus joke!

Logan: Okay,.. Five dollars.

Patton: Perry the five dollars?!

Logan: Stop! Six dollars…

Patton: PERRY THE SIX DOLLARS?!?!

Logan: STOP IT!

<<•>>

Virgil: Dad?

Patton: Yeah?

Virgil: If you were a skeleton, would you play your ribs like a xylophone?

Patton: Obviously!

[This one was a canon interaction between me and my mum)

<<•>>

[On Patton. Unfortunately this was what the original quote was about.]

Logan: His toes are poking out.

Remus: His dogs are BARKIN!

<<•>>

Roman: I’m alone :(

Virgil, creepily: You’re never alone…

Roman: WHAT?!

<<•>>

Logan is enjoying a cup of coffee.

Virgil: AUTISM JUICE

<<•>>

Logan: Oh, my coffee’s really hot right now.

Virgil: Just like you! Ayyy

Logan:

Virgil:

Logan: what?

<<•>>

Patton: Logan! Logan! Can I eat raw cookie dough?

Logan: Well, you can, but you run the risk of E. coli and salmonella—

Patton, running to enjoy the forbidden snack: I DON’T CARE ABOUT E. COLI!

Logan: What do you MEAN you don’t care about E. coli?!?!

<<•>>

Remus: Well piss my pants and fuck me backwards!

<<•>>

Janus, giving business advice (trust me it’s real): There’s two things you need to know about bananas.

1. There’s money in a banana stand.

2. There’s money in a banana ripening warehouse.

<<•>>

Roman: These boots are made for walking, not running!

Virgil: I’m made for walking, not running!

<<•>>

Logan: Alright, twelve nuggets.

Roman: *gasp* A baker’s dozen!

Logan: …You’re pretty.

Virgil: Roman is pretty!

Logan: I was calling him dumb.

Roman: Yeah I got that :(

<<•>>

Logan: Hm. I just killed two flies having sex.

Remus: *laughing* Imagine— imagine if- if god did that *laughing* to two humans *laughing fit that causes coughing*

Logan: Is this too much for you?

<<•>>

Roman: Backflip.

Janus: Evil roman be like. Front flip.

Roman: What?

Remus: FRONT FLIP!

<<•>>

Remus: You’re allowed to be any size, but if you’re tiny, you’re allowed to be discriminated against.

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And that’s all for today! I have at least 12 more quote books worth of content, though, so let me know if you want more!

[dominustempori]

SPOILER ALERT FOR THE GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE TRAILER!! (long post, fyi)

Alright Ghostheads, I'm writing all this down now, so I won't forget all these thoughts and observations I'm having JUST a few hours after this awesome teaser for the "Afterlife sequel" has dropped.

I'm sure I'm missing some bits here, so comments are duly welcome, just don't go all negative energy on me =)

Definitely felt a similar vibe to when the first trailer for "Afterlife" came out like 2 years ago now. Normal summer day, good background music, then...sh*t happens. Even worse than that burst of PK energy from the mine shaft. And yeah, I saw bits of "Day After Tomorrow," I'd be lying if I didn't get JUST a little hint of that, but only because, you know, massive storm system overwhelming the south shore of Manhattan. But anyway.

2. I SWEAR that one building shot from the side is 55 Central Park West, aka Spook Central. Probably not significant plot wise this time, just a nod to the original movie. And considering I toured some of the filming sites on my trip to NYC this past summer, SURE looks like it!

3. Deadly icicles ripping up the streets? Like the earthquake tearing up the asphalt in the original movie only BETTER!

4. The discourse is already happening about details...I know some people like Ecto 1-A from GB2, and some fans are still angry about "they ignored it in Afterlife! It's so canon! WTF Jason Reitman?" Yeah...missing the point? [They're not DELIBERATELY ignoring GB2! I LIKED GB2! A lot! Not perfect but still I LIKE IT! Probably a lot more than other fans! The film only had so much time to focus on the past to keep the story moving, so only put in so much of the lore to help a new audience along. That's my theory I'm sticking to it.]

ANYWAY...yes the car IS the original Ecto 1, NOT the 1-A (which was WAY too busy for its own good, just sayin'). I saw the plate on a freeze frame, it's Ecto 1, the original.

5. Enter the exposition cut scenes. or whatever you want to call them. Swear to God that Patton Oswalt, Kumail Nanjiani, Dan, McKenna, and Logan are NOT at Ray's Occult Books...I mean come on look at those glass cases! It's GOTTA be the NY Public Library (throwback!) Patton's character is most likely a staff member, probably a librarian (related to Alice? God I hope so!) [GBs do their research yo! If that's one thing I love about the IDW comics, is how Ray and Egon and Kylie RESEARCH.]

That one bit with the frozen dude with the eyepatch? Looks like a flashback. Like, maybe Manhattan in the...late 1800s? Recurring hauntings is def a thing in the GB universe. Another secret society? Which, yeah, they did to death (sorry) with the Gozer thing, especially in the video game.

6. Liking all the concerned closeups. Paul Rudd still looking good, and I REALLY hope Carrie Coon as Callie has full on dropped the baggage about not having her Dad in her life. Well, mostly. Turned me off from her QUITE a bit in Afterlife, but that's just me. Finn's hair lookin' good short, love how McKenna still rocks the OshKosh look, and Logan with the retro vibe.

7. James Acaster HAS TO BE an adult Oscar. I WILL fight people on this =) Not Louis' kid, not Janine's... (well, maybe?) Peter and Dana are OFFICIALLY still a couple, what's to stop Peter from adopting the boy he saved in GB2? Or at least, maybe they have their own kid later on...? Damn I hope he's Oscar. I mean come on, this is still "Ghostbusters: the Next Generation" in my mind.

8. HAUNTED LION STATUE!!! (Yeah, that's right from Real Ghostbusters...kinda) It's the Library! And on another freeze frame...it's going after Ray (GASP!) That little elevator? Maybe they're going to...Special Collections? Remember the video game? Maybe? Squee?

9. DUDE, it's attacking GBHQ! Blew the freakin' doors off! It's gonna...NO NOT LUCKY! Dude she (they?) is getting the short end of the stick again...first she gets possessed by Zuul and now...please don't kill off Lucky, Gil! Also OGBs FTW!!! yeah Winston! bad ass mf as always! And man does Pete look proper scared. Go Bill Murray!

10. I'm presuming that the big bad/entity was originally trapped and stored in the ECU, hence the blinking red light in the post credits scene from Afterlife. And it's whatever's pushing out the cinder blocks this time around...and freezing Lucky in the basement of HQ? And it's the...thing pushing its demon horns in...(so far others are calling it a minotaur - totally NOT. this guy is so reaching, i mean an old obscure RGB comic reference from a wiki page? dude, just...no. a cross between a White Walker and Slenderman? yeah THOSE I get. I'm personally thinking some ancient demon from a summoning gone wrong...or maybe right in this case.) any case, DUDE with those icy blue staring eyes and 20 feet tall...f*ck yeah.

11. Also F*CK yeah Paul and Carrie in the jumpsuits! YES!!!

12. Alright, I can sort of buy a hidden room in Kumail's character's (presumably?) apartment, secret door at the back of a kitchen pantry with some pretty lead/silver tiling...but, what's with the horn? (SUMMONING HORN! Read the Bartimaeus Trilogy people!) and the shackles? the bells? well, yeah noise to drive away evil spirits...or not? again... SECRET SOCIETY! Or maybe Lucky and Trevor have their own place now? Nah, maybe not...wait and see I guess.

13. Dude...Paul Rudd is TALL, boy! Would like to see if they've actually gone and married...or, too soon? Nah, romantic/life partners is good.

14. I WANT THAT RED WINTER JACKET WITH THE PATCH! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

15. Also, Paul's reaction...SO my own after watching this. He is still fanboy-ing out and I LOVE IT.

Holy hell that was a long post. First genuine reactions on the day. Online journaling. All good.

OK peeps, let me have it. What are y'all thinking?

Until March 29!

[crrative]

The Sides as Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters, written for my own satisfaction:

Roman as Buffy. Peppy, headstrong chosen one with a penchant for quips? Absolutely.

Virgil as Angel. Vampire with a soul and, subsequently, depression. Probably burdened with glorious purpose or something.

Logan as Giles, no shit. The actual librarian. The Slayer's mentor and the teacher and the one with the books and all of that shite. We love.

Patton as Willow. The Slayer's best friend, the one with the sweet disposition and the one who snaps and turns a man inside out and then sets him on fire when they kill her girlfriend.

Janus as Spike. Their aesthetics don't match but they're both spiteful little fuckers and Spike and Angel hate one another almost as much as Janus and Virgil do. Shit's funny.

Remus as Drusilla because they're both fuckin batshit I guess lol there is no other similarity between them

[justa-regularblogger]

Here's my submission for the TSS Storytime Big Bang 2023!

This was my very first big bang and I had lots of fun participating :D

I got to collaborate with the amazing @lost-in-thought-20!! Go check out their absolutely stunning story that inspired these pieces below called Librarian, All Too Human on Tumblr here or on AO3 here! I was hooked throughout the whole thing!!!

Also a big thanks to @tss-storytime and everyone who helped organize this event!

Here are Logan and Virgil's character designs for the story:

Bonus drawing under the cut :)

[tea-moon-ster]

Punk librarian Finn

forgot about this one! have a Logan simping for a librarian Finn with tattoos and piercings. all characters belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove except for Lucy.

Logan stopped in front of the public library of their new neighborhood and just looked at it. It wasn’t a pretty building, grey and with fading letters on the front. But Logan now knew that it hid a lovely garden, soft armchairs, and the most handsome librarian he’d ever seen.

Finn was…funny. Smart. Beautiful. Probably too loud to work in a library. Most certainly Logan’s second husband.

It had been Leo to present them, two weeks ago, which made it all even better. He’d come home to their -their!- new apartment two hours after he’d left to explore the area, with too many books for his tote bag and arms. Blue eyes wide in shock and awe. Darling. Me. You. Library, tomorrow morning. Hot librarian. A deep breath, eyes closed. Knuckles tattoos.

So, the next day, they went. And that night, as they ate their dinner on the floor, they talked about Finn, and his smile, and freckles, and tattoos on his knuckles and forearms. Suspenders had never been sexier. Leo and Logan talked and talked and talked, holding hands as they stared at the freshly painted ceiling. They decided, around never enough kisses and smiles, that they wanted Finn. They’d try.

And that’s how the wonder of discovering a new, shared life with Leo had mixed with the magic of Finn being Finn. It was a casual, polite flirt, that Finn could get out of if the interest wasn’t there. But he wasn’t exactly backing out, making Logan snort-smile and filling Leo with books that, as the blond stated, were gay and bi declarations of love, Logan. “The picture of Dorian Grey”. “Orlando”. “Maurice”. “Love you two”.

So, Leo and Logan started visiting the library more often as the days went by. And the joys of living with Leo and getting to know Finn were second only to the electric wave of seeing them together. Logan felt invincible.

But today it was just him. Him and the muffins Leo had deposited in his hands as he got ready for his college classes. Go and make him fall with you and my banana muffins. Neither of you is hard to love, sugar.

And so, there Logan stood. Muffins in his hands and indulging on the library’s front door. Finn had mentioned a storytelling event a few days ago, and Logan just knew he had to go in there and listen to Finn’s sweet, smiling voice read something to him. And to other people, too, he guessed, but he’d pretend it was just for him. And maybe they could share the muffins later, and discuss whatever Finn had in mind.

Logan hoped that one day he’d get to say, and the rest is history.

With a deep breath, he finally stepped into the library. Finn wasn’t at the counter to welcome him with a flashing smile, and so Logan walked to the back of the building. From a closed room, he heard laughter, and one among all drew him towards the door. What he found inside was…well, unexpected.

The first thing he saw was Finn, of course. His smile was blinding, and his red mullet was styled in soft curls that day. He was wearing a pink and green jumper, with the sleeves rolled up -merci, mon Dieu, Logan thought. He needed the sight of those freckled, tattooed hands and arms. Finn beamed and waved at him, getting up from his impossibly small chair and making his way to him, careful to the many kids sitting on the floor.

Because the room was filled with kids.

It did make sense, Logan thought as he mentally kicked himself. Storytelling. The room was colorful, filled with toys and all kinds of chairs and pillows thrown around. A few parents were chatting in a corner. What was Logan thinking? What exactly had he pictured in his head, except for a Hot Finn lustily reading love poems in a candlelit room?

Logan wanted to disappear.

But Finn was now in front of him, and he looked excited. He didn’t seem to mind the chaos created by kids around them. Logan lost himself in between his smile and the silver nose ring that almost touched it.

“Logan! What a nice surprise, I didn’t expect to see you this afternoon! But come in!”

Logan felt himself blush as he stepped inside. “Er, hi. I thought I’d drop by to say hi. Hi.”

Finn’s smile grew. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds. When Logan realized he should have said something, a little sniff came from the floor.

“Mister Finn?” They both looked down, where a little girl was clutching Finn’s pants with big, shy eyes. “Will you, will you do the voices like last time?”

“Why else would I be here for, Lucy?” Finn answered with a wink that made the kid giggle and throttle back to her seat. Logan couldn’t hold his hearth from the little jump it made at that. They watched her for a moment before Finn let out a small laugh.

“So, er, yeah. I do Storytelling for kids on Fridays? It’s okay if you don’t want to stay.”

Logan found himself shaking his head before he knew what to say. “No, I want to. If it’s alright. I, huh, I like kids.”

Something sparkled in Finn’s eyes. “Do you?”

“Ouais. Oh, and—here. Leo made these for you. They’re—”

“Banana muffins,” Finn gasped as he took the box from Logan’s hands. He passed a reverent finger on top of it, and Logan found himself staring at the letters and flowers that covered his hands. A sweet, freckled smile was growing more and more.

“I mentioned last time that I don’t like chocolate and that these are my favorites and he—okay. Oh God. Wow. Well, you say thank you from me to him, yeah? Aw, man, he’s the best.”

“He really is.”

Logan saw Finn looking for something in his eyes, anything that could have passed as jealousy or possessiveness. But he soon relaxed into them and nodded. “Yeah.” He then turned to study the room full of kids and parents, a hand going to his hip. “So, will you help me do the voices?”

“I-quoi?”

“Please? It won’t be embarrassing, it’s just kids and they want to have fun. They’re great, I promise.”

“But I’ve never—and I’m not that good at reading aloud, especially in English, Leo usually—”

“I know, I know.” A hand squeezed his shoulder. “Nothing you don’t wanna do, of course. But it could be fun? You can try and see how it goes. Or you can sit in the back—or next to me, really. You decide.”

Finn’s expression was open, and calm, and serene. Logan knew he would be alright even without his words. He tried with a smile. “Leo won’t believe it.”

Finn grinned back. “He’ll be shocked.”

“Then let’s go.”

Logan accepted Finn’s hand as he was guided across the room, careful to all the kids on the floor, ready for the show to start. Logan felt a similar kind of anticipation as he squeezed back. A new part of his own story was about to begin, after all. Hopefully, Finn would be there to write it with him and Leo. Doing the voices and all.

[helpmeiamprocrastinating]

If we don’t get Logan Lerman as Poseidon, I volunteer Christian Kane as tribute.

[allthevmff]

The Benefits of Being Lost by Madame Librarian

Veronica hasn’t been at school for a couple days and Logan can’t help but notice.

This story is now on AO3: X

The Veronica Mars LiveJournal Archive Project was inspired by the VM 20th Anniversary Celebration

[wizardbracket]

Final Four: Match 2 of 2

Propaganda under the break

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Merlin:

Vanquished (so far): The Hobgoblin, J'zargo, Big Hat Logan, The Discworld Librarian, M. Rasmodius

"Merlin could and would trans your gender for you"

“He is the kookiest old bat. He's a time-travelling meddler. He's all those posts that say 'I'm going to give a medieval child doritos and see what happens.'"

"merlin cuz what a vibe"

"merlinsweep for a) merlin b) nostalgia. i have strong memories of watching this film as a kid. Also he does look like a stoner."

"This Merlin is me in 50 years"

"voted merlin for his tboy swag"

"I'm going to have to give it to Merlin based on old man energy"

"Sword in the stone merlin does not give a single shit. He should win"

"sword in stone merlin is an absolute riot and i need him to win this"

"MER-LIN! MER-LIN! Cheering for him like it's an arena"

"sword in the stone merlin is SUCH an icon"

"Merlin is like, THE shitty wizard"

"this is my merlin and I luff him"

Ms. Frizzle:

Vanquished (so far): Fujimoto, Peter Grant, Magneto, Gonzo the Great, Miracle Max

"She's got the brains she's got the iconic outfits she's got the little cute familiar she's got the eccentric personality shes got the love"

"I must choose the woman who wholeheartedly embodies a wizard in every aspect of her life"

"The bus isn't even metal. It's some kind of organic life force. Which she created and maintains"

"I’m gonna go for the lady who owns a lizard and drives a living and rapidly transforming flesh bus thing."

"only a fool votes against Ms Frizzle"

"The frizz has the vibes and also i love her"

"i WILL die for her"

"She's magic. That's all I have to say."

"let my wonderful eccentric teacher wizard be the queen of these polls. so mote it be"

"She's the most wizardly woman with modern style that ive seen as of yet ... Miss. Frizzle is very obviously all about that sweet sweet pursuit of knowledge .. the very backbone of her use of magic is academia so she's very securely a wizard"

"ms frizzle my beloved my childhood crush the dream teacher"

[roguekassa]

love bringing yall fluff with the guts au (which is still going on dw!) but let me introduce you to : intrulogical hurt/comfort (?)

monk au!!!!!!

we meet detective remus monk, a man with ocd and plagued by intrusive thoughts/nightmares about his husband’s, logan ellison, death.

he hires his first assistant, virgil fleming who has a young son named patton who reminds him all the time that the world is better with him in it. virgil eventually quits in order to finish schooling but Remus supports him entirely. (he closes Logan’s office in order to pay for it but he doesn’t seem to mind.)

his second assistant, roman teeger also has a little boy named janus who reminds him so much (too much) of logan with his quick wit.

remus hadn’t meant to solve the first murder case of the counselor nor did he mean to solve the next one of the librarian nor the missing maid.

he doesn’t understand how people are just - Not seeing what he sees. How could they not see shoes squeaked clean? Cigarette buds that are one too many?

but the only case he can’t solve is logan’s. logan’s pretty face getting into the car on their driveway only for it to never return again.

he doesn’t like to tell people that he sees logan in his dreams, his soft fingers on his. he can almost smell the daisy perfume he would always put on before going to his class.