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[iffrey]

My Strange Library (Chapter 1)

My library is strange. I am the Librarian, and as such, I am in charge of all the odd things and happenings in this place. I sit in my little cove, reading an ancient book that bleeds black ink into my hands as I turn the pages. That's when I hear the tinkling of the bell at the door, and I raise my eyes to face the figure who walks into the library. She is around my age, with blonde hair and pale brown skin, her eyes like diamonds.

She walks into the main aisle of the library, the one containing non-fiction stories. I frown and stand up, walking over to the woman. She looks up at me, adjusting her jeans skirt and pink blouse.

"Can I help you?" I ask her, my tone polite and even.

"Yeah, uh .... I'm looking for a particular book. One thats kinda .... rare."

"Alright. Do you know what it's called?"

"Um, I think it's called The Empaeriym."

My heart skips a beat, my hands starting to sweat, making the ink that spilled on them flow once more. She does not seem to notice that, until a pool of ink falls to the floor, and swirls into the shadow beast that is behind me now. She gasps, horror etched on her face.

"What the fuck is that?" she asks shakily.

"Oh, this?" I ask, gesturing behind me to the creature. She just nods, mouth agape. "Don't mind her. She's a guardian of this place."

"Um, okay," she says, stretching the "o" in the word. She slowly turns back to the stacks, and sighs.  "I'm not sure what the book looks like."

"I know," I say. I turn, brushing past the shadow creature that towers over me. She follows me deeper into the library and the girl slowly trails after us. I pick up the book I'd been reading before, and turn back to the girl. The shadow creature snarls low in her throat, and the girl winces.

"Um, why is your shadow thingy here?" she asks me, her tone clearly nervous.

"She's just got my back, this is a dangerous book that cannot leave the walls of this library," I say.

"Oh, okay. Can I.... read some of it here?"

I nod.  "Yes, here, I'll take you to the reading area."

We walk into the area filled with couches, chairs, and tables here and there. I gesture to one table, within eyeshot of my own little reading cove by the desk. The girl sits down and starts to read the book. She's anxious, so I walk over to the desk and sit, letting the shadow watch her.

The sound of skittering draws my attention back up to reality, as I'd been reading yet again. The girl is gone, as is my shadow creature. Dread coiling like lead in my gut, I jump up and start to search for them. There's a clicking sound that's growing louder the closer I get to the stacks that hold our history books are.

I round the corner of the aisle, and freeze. The girl's not here. Neither is the shadow.  Instead, there's a small, chittering insect-like creature pulling itself from a book, which is on its back, open on the floor. The chittering creature has the appearance of a mix between a scorpion and a spider, and its chitinous body is black and shiny. It clicks and skitters away from me, racing down the aisle.

Swearing under my breath, I chase after the thing. But I do not get far. Because standing at the end of another aisle is a Spidermaiden. No, not a knockoff of Spider-Man. These things are much, much worse. Like a centaur, but with the body of a spider, and the torso of a woman. Her full breasts are covered in thick silk, but that's the only part of her covered. She makes a soft clicking sound to the insect, and it chitters, dancing in front of her.

Her long, black hair and equally black eyes seem to absorb the flourecent lights above us. Her spider body is massive and her eight legs tap as she steps forward, her attention finally landing on me.

"Oh, look at you," she croons in a warped voice. She steps closer to me, the insect following her. She tilts her head to the side and smirks, showing me her tiny fangs like needles in her mouth. "The Librarian all alone, struggling to keep us all under control. One curious mind is screwing everything up, isn't she?"

"What do you know about this?" I demand.

"No more than you, I'd guess," she answers, her eyes gleaming.  "But I'll say this. That girl who came in looking for The Empaeriym is not a human. A lot like you, she's also from a book. But the thing is .... which one is she from? Oh, the questions swirling in your head. Oh, how wonderful! This is getting very, very interesting."

I swallow hard.  I am from The Empaeriym, I just don't like to admit it. All Librarians are from a book in their collection. I am no exception. And because of that, I am not human, and so, I can do things that most people who walk into this Library can't. But if that girl is indeed from a book.... then why haven't I seen her before? Or heard of her? I've been the Librarian for 20 years, despite the fact that I look like I am only 22.  But that girl ....

The Spidermaiden clicks her tongue and shakes her head. The insect at her feet shrieks and charges at me. I jump to the side at the last second, and the insect crashes into a cart full of books. I swear under my breath again as I see three books fall and open, ink spilling onto the floor.

A wall of crows swarms around me, frantically flapping their black wings and cawing loudly. Then, a man appears. Beside him is two new creatures, beings from new books appear from the inky pools.  The one looks like a gray wolf, only the size of a horse. The other is a massive snake.

"One Librarian, against all of us," the Spidermaiden says, chuckling.  "You're done for, girl."

I glare at the man, who is also chuckling and grinning at me. He flicks his wrists, and a murder of crows bursts forth, flying right at me. They swarm me, pecking and clawing at my skin. I cry out, my inky blood spilling across my pale flesh, and onto my clothes.

The insect thing beside the Spidermaiden comes at me, stinging me in the back with its scorpion tail. I scream, my legs failing me as I collapse to the floor. The snake coils itself around me, and the wolf bares its sharp teeth as it glares at me.

The Spidermaiden and the Crow Killer (yes, that's the man's name) come over to me, both grinning. 

I cannot move. Im paralyzed.  And if I don't try to fight it, I will likely be the cause of death for countless poor, innocent humans.

"Good luck fighting the paralysis, girl," sneers the Crow Killer.

I can't speak. I can barely even breathe. I just stare as the Crow Killer dissolves into a murder of crows, and then he and his friend the Spidermaiden leave. And then, the venom from the sting kicks in full force, and I black out.

To be continued.....

Authors note: There is a chapter two, and I'm gonna try aiming for six chapters in this story. This is a Creepypasta story I'm writing. I have been posting this story on Wattpad under the story "Book of Nightmares" by me, Ravin_Raven! If you'd like to read chapter two, tell me please, and I will post it. But for now, this is just up as a taste of my horror works. I will post other stories, like poems, but this one in particular is up on Wattpad first. So follow me there if you enjoyed this one! It'd be much appreciated!

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[jade-len]

yeah twink shen yuan this hunky binghe that, in all honesty the image of some scruffy awkwardly tall lanky mid 20's nerd with a half shaven tired face standing next to a seemingly perfect almost androgynous gorgeous beauty of a man is 5x more hilarious, bc imagine witnessing an absolute supermodel influencer (who's known to be a ladykiller) crying and clinging to some guy who looks like he's on the verge of having a midlife crisis at only 24 tiredly patting said supermodel's head and in a deep dead pan voice saying, "no dumpling, you can't murder that girl just because she said my xianxia themed legos were stupid." like you can't tell me that the stark contrast and impact would be nearly the same if it were your typical twink sy and hunk binghe.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[timecase]

Best conversations I've had with my partner

[10yearsofdnp]

December 31, 2014: Game master Phil has entered the chat! 🔗💷🎉

[camestela]

“In all possibilities only you… can show me this” _ ig

[somnoir]

Bats and Phantoms - Part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

Wraith and Nightwing

OG Schrodinger's: A CRIMELORD IS TRYING TO BE MY SUGAR DADDY

Dandadandan: Tf

Voice of Reason: You've been in Gotham for less than a month and this happens????

Thrice Danned: Why is Danny allowed a cool boyfriend but I'm not ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

Voice of Reason: No

Dandadandan: No

OG Schrodinger's: LOL ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Thrice Danned: (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Well, for one thing, the squirthis younger brother was up to his usual bout of trouble. Not that Dan was too worried. At least Danny wasn't getting shot this time.

Traveling out of Amity Park after being simultaneously shoved into a new clone body was disorienting. Sure, the Fentons and Vlad were now pretty okay and he had his new identy and life—but that didn't change the fact that Clockwork was making him do 'community service'. What a load of bull.

What did his new job involve? Occasionally assisting the heroes of their world. Which has led him to Blüdhaven. Jazz's most recent demands was making sure Danny didn't die (or fake his death) in Gotham. But Fenton (and now Masters) luck strikes again and now he's staring at a fight between the city's local vigilante: Nightwing.

He's a pretty thing, that's for sure. Dan might actually get sick of how many times a civilian mentions that man's ass (it was amazing, he knows). But it would be creepy if 'Dante Mastere-Fenton' were to stalk the local hero.

He's got a coffee in hand when he sees Nightwing grapple away, smiling brightly at citizens that waved at him. It was peaceful... If not for the fact that gunshots banged loudly in the streets and Nightwing's line was suddenly cut.

Hero time.

Dan has been a victim to his siblings' commentary on the JL one to many times. He's seen the way Superman scoops up Lois Lane whenever she's made hostage and is dropped from a building.

Nightwing is in his arms seconds later, floating in the air while Dan carries the vigilante bridal style. He offers the obviously surprised man a grin, flashing his fangs.

"I'd ask if it hurt when you fell, but I did catch you in the end."

Dick wasn't expecting to fucking fall. He was usually light on his feet and not just anyone could cut any line that was supplied by Batman. He had prepared to crash, for his bones to break from the fall, but no. His body was pressed against hard and very much sculpted muscle and his eyes blew wide when he saw the man that was surely carved from fucking marble.

The hunk of a man that was surely bigger than Jason had almost fiery hair that reminded him of Kori's, just white. Clearly, he wasn't human. An almost teal tinge to his skin and deep crimson eyes—reallt handsome too. Also, he was flying.

He was being carried the same way Lois Lane was whenever Superman saved her from danger. Damn, was this how she felt? All giddy and kinda aroused excited?

Dick Grayson was not a coward and shoot his shot immediately.

"I'd have to ask what heaven's like since an angel caught me." He grinned, watching as his unknown saviour chuckled.

"I'm no angel, darling. More like a demon."

Teeth... Oh... Fangs.

"So... Can I have my saviour's name?" Dick hummed once the stranger landed in a nearby rooftop. He was... Gentle, kinda. He didn't drop Dick, or whatever, but he did make sure he was on his feet in the concrete roof.

The stranger gave him yet another toothy grin.

("I'm Phantom! I had it first in this world!" Danny argued, immediately flipping Dan off once the subject of their aliases were brought up.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to be called?! CW wants me playing hero for my 'redemption'." There's a mocking tone in his voice before he shudders at the invisible presence of the ancient.

"I have an idea!" Jazz—the only sensible one in the famil—smiled and went to giving him a name.

"How about—")

"Wraith." The stranger—Wraith—chuckled softly and tilted Dick's head a bit. Damn, that man was tall.

A second later, he was gone.

(Later, Dick hijacked the batcomputer to search for any cases that involved 'Wraith')

Part 3 | Masterpost

[bittsandpieces]

this pic brought to you by waterfalls coming out your mouth by glass animals

[bubblingsteam]

dilf twink and his drop dead gorgeous wife (+their daughters). Also they're t4t its canon kui told me herself

[teaboot]

Social anxiety level: Chatting with someone experiencing a schizophrenic episode and becoming increasingly self-concious of how I'm just saying "That sounds really stressful", "I've never heard of that but it sounds scary", and "You must be pretty worried about that" over and over again

[lonely-fried-art]

assortment of shitposts for your viewing pleasure

[horsemeatluvr23]

i had a dream where etho accidentally called bdubs 'john' on stream,, and in retaliation bdubs said 'yes horace'..... and that's how we found out etho's real name is freaking. Horace.

[jade-of-mourning]

it's finally done, and it's probably the gooiest garbage i'll ever make.

credit to my new buddy @i-love-tdp-if-you-can-tell for doing almost all the characters' flat colors!! i am so so so infinitely thankful to them bc otherwise none of the other efforts of making this would have happened. between the lineart, backgrounds, shading, and touch-ups, these five pages have taken years off numerous braincells' lifespans, and without their help, may have annihilated my entire brain capacity.

if you like, please reblog! we put in a Lot of time and effort into this!

you would think that between last time (one other event) i tried comic-ing and now, i would've learned to not handwrite the text, but alas...

thank you for answering my plead for help, sky! and for managing to work around my design inconsistencies and sketchy lineart <3 ik you said you didn't need anything, but if you ever decide you want an art, hit me up any time :)

and to the tdp fandom, whoops… sorry for all the requests rotting in my inbox. it was a fun september and a fun six years of lurking, but alas i think i will be bailing for the moment. maybe you'll see me around.