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[moon-child-wild]

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.

[ickypuppi3]

[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!

[lonely-fried-art]

assortment of shitposts for your viewing pleasure

[bubblingsteam]

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

[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.

[civetcider]

there is no where in my room with good lighting where you can't see it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rithmeres]

[tmgstudios]

btw anyone whos following the drake/kendrick thing but doesnt listen to rap music. this is a sign you should start listening to rap music. listen to some kendrick. you wont regret it i promise. listen to to pimp a butterfly. listen to good kid, m.A.A.d. city. listen to other rappers to, not just kendrick. if anyone wants recommendations feel free to message me/send an ask. rap music is awesome. this is your sign to get into it. rap is such a broad genre with so many incredible artists, there is something for you i promise.

[dollya-robinprotector]

That one event when PC sleeps in History class and wakes up with cum on their hand. It's not the only one, but, like......

No just let me delulu okay just LET ME THINK IT'S THE HIGH CONFIDENCE ROBIN and this is the premise we need for Somnophilia Ronin okay "no one seems to notice" BUT IF YOU LOOK TO YOUR SIDE HONAY MAYBE YOU LL SEE SOMEONE IS BLUSHING JUST LET ME DREAM PLEASE SOMNO ROBIN IS REAL AND I'M SO READY FOR IT.

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[99thpercentile]

places where the audio distorts

image ids under the cut

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the audio distorts when people lie.

I imagine this knowledge will come in handy later.

[id: ALICE: This is not something you go poking around in. Not if you want to keep your job… or your neck. SAM: (a little amused) Okay, okay! I get it. Consider me scared straight. "Consider me scared straight" is highlighted. end id]

[id: LENA: Now, while I understand your concerns, you need to understand that Colin has held the IT Manager position for some time without incident, and although he is somewhat… frustrated with his current assignment, he can request help from the central IT team at any time. I am certain that should he find his responsibilities unmanageable, he will request assistance. Or resign, of course. Either way, the problem will resolve itself. "Or resign, of course" is highlighted. end id]

[id: CELIA: Is there any way to look up specific files? ALICE: Like what? CELIA: Oh, I don’t know. Every case about… being buried alive, or meat, or… whatever. ALICE: Well, there’s a search bar, but it doesn’t actually do anything. You’d have to dig through them all manually. (suspicious) – Why do you ask? CELIA: Just figuring it all out. Ah well, I guess I’ll need to find Bigfoot on my own time. "Just figuring it all out" is highlighted. end id]

[id: GERTRUDE: I see. Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t think Gerry can help you – GERRY: (casually) Yeah, I barely remember any of it. "I don’t think Gerry can help you" is highlighted. end id]

[id: GERRY: Oh yeah, but I was pretty young. I remember filling in a bunch of forms and questionnaires, then some old men asking me questions about what books I liked to read, who did I look up to, that kind of thing. And then I left. SAM: (disappointed) That’s all? GERRY: Yeah, afraid so. Other than just sitting around with a bunch of other kids in a room that smelled like old books. "Yeah, afraid so" is highlighted. end id]

[id: CELIA: I’m trying to look into… Weird physics stuff: time travel, other dimensions, teleportation, all that good stuff. Freddy doesn’t really do searches, so you could keep an eye out and let me know if any come up in your cases? SAM: Uh, sounds a bit sci-fi compared to our usuals. What’s this for? (amused breath) You’re not doing research for that podcast you were on, are you? CELIA: (surprised) You know about that? SAM: I might have given you a quick Google. CELIA: Then… yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie. "yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie" is highlighted. end id]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.