Art By @elgrajaz Of My Innocent Oc Son, Trouble. Trying Out A Cute Onesie For Halloween. Look At That

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...”

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.”

Art by @elgrajaz of Trouble. He enjoys getting handsy with his food. The roped up cowboy, Paris, is a former victim and an oc of the artist. Gotta read Revenge if you wanna find out what happened to Paris. Ch 11 of Overcome is up on Ao3. Git you sum.

“Eff?” he whispered, looking up at him with a small smile.

“What is it?”

Trouble motioned with his free hand for F to lean in closer.

“What’s the matter?” F’s brow was furrowed. “You’re so quiet. Are you tired, or thirsty?”

This time, Trouble tangled his fingers in F’s hair as he pulled him into a kiss. It took a conscious effort to be gentle; he was so accustomed to biting. When F returned the kiss, Trouble whined softly, lips parting. He shivered as F’s spicy scent flooded his nose and mouth. His fingers slipped free of F’s hair so he could drape an arm around his neck instead.

“Hey.” F pulled back enough to get word out, leaving them both panting into each other’s faces. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”

“‘M lying down,” Trouble replied at once, ears relaxed back and eyes glassy.

“I meant,” F tried to straighten, but the arm around his neck flexed to keep him close, “you shouldn’t be movin’ around.”

“Then don’t make me,” he mumbled. “Come lie down.”

“What?”

“Eff.” Trouble wanted to sigh as F tensed up, but he stroked the side of his neck instead. “Don’t you like kissing me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” he insisted, smiling. “You won’t.”

Art by @elgrajaz of his precious oc creepy guy. Clearly he's completely normal and is full of only happy sunshiny memories. Ch 7 of Overcome on Ao3.

“Don’t tie me down,” Trouble whined, reaching up. He stroked his captor’s neck and cheek with trembling fingers.

“If you keep still for me, I won’t have to.”

Trouble’s eyes filled in relief and he nodded against the stranger. It was too dark for him to make out where they were, which room he was being brought into. He yelped when he felt the man bend to lower him and tried to cling with an arm around his neck.

“I need to get some supplies for you.”

“Why?”

“You’re hurt. I can’t tend to you if you’re going to resist.”

A shudder ran through Trouble, but he obediently lowered his hand to his own chest, letting whatever was about to happen, happen. He gasped in surprise as the stranger settled him on a soft surface.

“Stay here.”

“Okay,” he whispered, eyes wide though he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face. Trouble felt around with his hands, brow furrowed. “Is this a couch?”

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.