About To Drop Literally The Sickest Insider Knowledge You Will Ever Receive Pls Use It Responsibly:

about to drop literally the sickest insider knowledge you will ever receive pls use it responsibly:

are you a teenager? do you wish you had the space & resources & organization to do a thing, whether that's an anime club or a movie night or a big craft workshop or creative writing group or literally whatever? would you like to do your thing totally for free? yes?

okay, then bring it up to a librarian

seriously, teenagers are the absolute hardest group to engage at most libraries & we'll often organize programs that absolutely no one will show up to & it sucks. if you go up to a public librarian & say "hey, some friends & i want to do this thing. does that sound like a feasible teen program for the library?" most people will move heaven & earth to pull it off for you because we know there's an interest in our community. we will go balls to the freaking wall to make it happen

do you want a cosplay contest? a video game tournament? a free escape room? bring it up to the library. it's not a burden or an annoyance at all. it'll be like christmas came early for us

Art by @elgrajaz of my innocent oc son, Trouble. Trying out a cute onesie for Halloween. Look at that cherubic face. How could anyone not see an angel when he smiles? Very mean and unfair things happen in Ch 13 of Overcome.

“I don’t think you should be around Paul anymore.”

Trouble looked up at F, holding his gaze while he scraped the muzzle against his shoulder and whined.

“I didn’t want him to try and get away, but he’s terrified of me and I don’t like that.” F opened a door in the back corner of the room and rummaged around. “You understand that, right?”

Trouble whined again and twisted his wrists against the ropes.

“Did you see how he looked at me?” A rattling of chains accompanied F as he retraced his steps to Trouble. “He screamed, like I was a monster out of a nightmare.”

Trouble’s eyes went wide as he spotted the chain. He started to yank against the ropes on his arms in earnest, kicking against the ones on his ankles. He whimpered and shook his head, but F wasn’t looking.

“You wanna know what it made me think of?” F attached one end of the chain to a d-ring fixed to the floor a few feet from the couch. “When I first found this place, sometimes I would find animals caught in traps. If I found them because I heard them, they’d thrash and run, tryin’ to get away from me as much as tryin’ to get out of the trap.”

“Mmm?” Trouble’s heart raced as he watched F approach and kneel, the free end of the chain in one hand and a padlock in the other. “Mmmmmph!” He yelled into the muzzle, brushed it frantically against the chairback and his shoulder, desperate to get F’s attention.

“Yeah. I’ll take that off you, let me finish talkin’.” F frowned, his mind clearly far away as he wrapped the chain around Trouble’s ankle below where it was roped to the chair. “I helped those animals, you know? As much as I could. Some of them ran off before I could, and I hope they’re okay. Some were so small and so broken...”

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

Another piece by @elgrajaz of his creepy oc, seen here with a captive other than my oc Trouble. Clearly creepy guy has excellent taste, right? I can't think of a single person or cryptid who would resent being taped up in his basement...

The next chapter of Overcome, co-starring creepy guy, is up on Ao3. Here's an excerpt:

Trouble limped faster and tried two more doors. The second one opened and he practically fell inside. He held his breath as he tried to close it soundlessly, then felt around in the dark for a way to lock it. Nothing. Fuck. Trouble clutched the bag tighter as he backed away from the door. He gasped as a furious yell echoed down the hallway. The sound of a door slamming made him jump and back up another step, right into something low and hard against his calves.

“Where are you?!”

His heart picked up speed at the way the words were almost howled.

“You’ll never outrun me.”

The voice sounded closer with every word. Trouble gulped and dug his hand into the bag while he hurried around whatever he’d banged into, only to knock into something else with his hip, right near his wound. For a few precious seconds he saw white stars flash before his eyes. The light grew brighter after that as the door banged open.

“You.” The venom in the stranger’s voice sent shivers crawling up the back of Trouble’s neck. “I knew I should’ve used chains.”