#the curious incident of ghosts in the nighttime

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Sleeping at Saltburn: Felix’s Room

Summary: It’s your first night back for the summer, but Felix has a guest. How will this affect your sleeping arrangements.

Warnings: none, fluff

A/N: this kind of predates the other sleeping at Saltburn story. The incident with Felix going to your room happens later the same week.

Summers at Saltburn Masterlist

You always fought before you both went back to your separate schools and you always made up when you came back; but the fight you’d had at the end of last summer, because of Michael, was the worst. It was so bad you hadn’t come back to Saltburn during any of the other school holidays, opting to stay at your Uni accommodation instead. But you couldn’t avoid going back for the summer. You had convinced yourself it would be fine, that the two of you would talk and make up like you always did and the events of last summer would just become a part of the past. However when Farleigh picked you up from the train station and told you Felix had brought another friend home, it only cemented the niggling thought in your mind more that things between you and Felix would forever be different now.

He only confirmed it even more when you had both crept away to talk things out so things wouldn’t be awkward for everyone else in the house. “Can we just forget about last summer and just be friends?” He’d said.

Just be friends. To hear that phrase killed you.

You kept thinking it over as you tossed and turned in your bed that night. That bed you always shared with Felix. Even when you were arguing, you still shared a bed with Felix; had done ever since you first stayed over at 8 years old. The old house had freaked you out with its winding corridor’s, creepy painting and suits of armour. It had so much history, so many ghosts. You could feel them in the shadows of the rooms. Their soft treads creeping along the carpet behind you down the halls.

When he’d noticed how afraid you were, Felix had offered for you to sleep with him in his room. He was always there to protect you from the monsters.

But now you were alone, lying in a bed that felt far too big for just one person, far too cold and drafty due to the old and large architecture, a soft summer nighttime breeze whistling down the chimney stack and echoing off the fireplace and around your far too silent room. You needed his warmth, the soft rhythm of his sleepy breaths.

Before you knew it you’d grabbed your robe and started making your way across the second floor landing towards his room. You didn’t knock. You could hear his steady breaths coming from under the gap of the door and didn’t want to wake him. Didn’t want to risk rejection, him telling you to grow up and fuck off. So you instead quietly crept inside.

Although the bed was as large as your own, Felix wasn’t sprawled out across the middle of it. Even though you had every intention of sleeping apart, his body still slept on his side of the bed, the only thing stretching out to your side of the bed- his arm. It lay just at the base of your pillow, the perfect position to rest between your head and neck once you’d nestled down into the pillow.

You lifted the sheets and shifted yourself carefully beneath them, not wanting to disturb him too much, but given his arm placement, you knew it was unavoidable. You shimmied your body down slightly in order to better lie on the empty pillow next to him and the steady rhythm of his breathing stuttered, a small curious humming coming from his lips.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You quietly explained as you got yourself into a comfortable position on your side. You felt his arm shift to get comfortable, now tucked under your pillow. He paused, waiting a moment to make sure you were settled before he shuffled closer to your body, his arm reaching to rest over your hip, his head shuffling to the edge of the pillow to breathe in your scent on the back of your neck.

“I know.” He quietly whispered into your skin before pulling you back into him tighter and falling back to sleep.

You feel asleep not long after.

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Theatre list 2022

Best of Enemies (Young Vic)* Nutcracker (St Petersburg ballet) Street Scene (Kurt Weill) (Teatro Real Madrid) Private Lives (Hall for Cornwall) Verdi's Rigoletto: On the Lake (Bregenz Festival) Carmen (Sydney Harbour) The Dante Project (Royal Ballet) Madame Butterfly (Sydney Harbour) Groan-ups (Hall for Cornwall) Kiss Me Kate (BBC Proms) Aida (Sydney Harbour) Ludovico Einaudi : The Elements Around the World in 80 Days (Rain or Shine) The Collaboration (Young Vic)* Cyrano de Bergerac (Harold Pinter)* Bill Bailey Larks in Transit (ROH) Everybody's Talking About Jamie (Hall for Cornwall) The Play What I Wrote (Birmingham Rep) Rumplestiltskin (Ballet Lorent) Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre henry iv part 1 (rsc 2014) Macbeth (Globe) Bonnie and Clyde (Arts Theatre)* Much Ado About Nothing (globe)* The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime (Hall for Cornwall) (2nd half) Wine Night (Lona Theatre, AMATA) HMS Pinafore (ENO) Oklahoma (Young Vic) Magic Goes Wrong (Hall for Cornwall)* Kate Rusby (Hall for Cornwall) La Bayadere (Royal Balllet) Ladies of Letters (Hall for Cornwall)* Rough Girls (Lyric Belfast) The Recruiting Officer (Rain or Shine) Much Ado (National Theatre)* Much Ado (Blewbury) The Tempest (Globe)* Prisoner C33 Jack Absolute Flies Again (National Theatre)* I, Joan (Globe) The Tempest (Globe) Much Ado About Nothing (globe)* Six (Hall for Cornwall)* Richard iii (rsc) Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo (Hall for Cornwall)* The Seagull (Harold Pinter) Wuthering Heights (Bristol Old Vic) Nutcracker! (Bourne) White Christmas (Hall for Cornwall) Sleeping Beauty (Bourne) (Theatre Royal Plymouth) Gods of the Game (Grange Park Opera) Treasure Island (Hall for Cornwall) Henry V (Globe)* Hex (National Theatre) A Christmas Carol:  A Ghost Story (Nottingham Playhouse) As You Like It (sohoplace)*

Best 12

Best of Enemies (Young Vic)* The Collaboration (Young Vic)* Cyrano de Bergerac (Harold Pinter)* Bonnie and Clyde (Arts Theatre)* Much Ado About Nothing (globe)* Much Ado (National Theatre)* The Tempest (Globe)* Jack Absolute Flies Again (National Theatre)* Six (Hall for Cornwall)* Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo (Hall for Cornwall)* Henry V (Globe)* As You Like It (sohoplace)*

Best of Enemies : Hi we're going to examine ego and the birth of modern media and political commentary and identity and ... yes that is Andy Warhol, everyone else at the party is trying to ignore him too.

The Collaboration: Art! Reawakening artistic impulses!  Connection with the world! Tunes!  Paul Bettany!

Cyrano de Bergerac: Words, desire, the power of words, rap battles, being a dick because you can, falling for people, depth of emotion, James McAvoy's thighs (my view for the first ten minutes) and Christian and Cyrano falling for each other as well and MY HEART.

Bonnie and Clyde: We're gonna heist and we're going for fame and tomorrow doesn't exist.

Much Ado (Globe): It's Italy post-war.  We're all horny as hell, everyone is beautiful, the coppers are trying to kill us laughing via shenanigans, will you please get out of my shrubbery, and ladsladslads is it gay to wrestle your mates this much?

Much Ado (NT) : Setting:  Grand Budapest Hotel. Challenge:  ice cream toppings and pec popping. Glam as fuck. *mwah*. (not as good as Globe, Beatrice and Benedick were more weirdos who band together than banter, but achingly glam)

The Tempest (Globe): The Island is the spanish riviera, everyone is Brits who think they're better than the natives, Prospero's in a yellow budgie smuggler and it turns out this is actually a comedy, Lionesses win so they have to re-jig the Three Lions lyrics mid-run in glorious fashion and Prospero is absolutely a fuckhead slavemaster.

Jack Absolute Flies Again: WW2 farce! malapropisms delivered so perfectly you nearly kill the audience!  ukeleles!

Six: The ushers will dance and you can't stop us.  And yes everyone's favourites are the Annes.  Sorry not Sorry.

Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo:  The boys are back, they're en pointe and they're glorious.

Henry V (Globe): Henry goes full psychopath to the point that Jude Law's been left in the dust in scary Hals and I didn't think I'd ever say *that*.  When the usual comedic bits leave a hole in your soul.

As You Like It (sohoplace): Sorry, hearing actors.  Rose Ayling-Ellis has put a cherry on top of why Celia should be played by a deaf actor. (see Globe and Nadia Nadarajah) Entire cast flirting with the pianist should be encouraged.  Also: Alfie Enoch needs to go full ham more often. New best stage direction as provided by the subtitles; *pianist improvises frantically*

'Fuck off, keep fucking off, and fuck off again, you’re boring and tiresome and self-involved and why the fuck should I care about you?’ Award:

Aside from all the classical opera (I keep trying.  I fail.  This is just not a genre I can handle.  Decent tunes on occasion, lots of plodding pageantry and singing at people rather than advancing the plot. Though Gods of the Game was pretty decent by virtue of the fact that it kept employing opera tunes footie fans use but for adverts and the chorus of fans. Toreador as the jingle tune for a burger advert the lead is doing?  NICE.) Wuthering Heights.  Quite brilliant staging, and I thought it would be the Emma Rice-ness turning me off in this but no, it was the Bronte.  I literally just want to yell 'fucking leave, don't come back' at everyone.  The Emma Rice twiddly dance and music numbers were actually pretty good.

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Orange Ghost Ball

April in northern Wisconsin when the snow gods finally, reluctantly, and slowly retreat from the frozen marshes and piney woods. It's when hardy northerners like to get out, take a walk, and remain themselves what it's like not to have to trudge ten-foot snowdrifts just to get to the mailbox.

It was early April in 1938 when farm led Alven Marcott, enjoying the clean spring air, strolled home past the old Forest Home Cemetery just east of tiny Finfield, on Old Highway 70. As he passed the cemetery grounds studded with tall pines, he was startled to see what looked like an orange ball of fire about two feet in diameter descend from the trees and hover a few feet off the ground. To his amazement, the ball then traveled down a lane to a nearby farm, circled the barn, and returned to the cemetery, where it disappeared. Of course, no one believed the startled Alven-until his father, Arthur, saw it, too.

One night a few months later, Alven and a friend named Peter Jeneyick were driving past the cemetery when the orange ball rolled across the road forty feet in front of them. Alven's uncle Leonard was the next to catch sight of the mysterious globe. Word soon got out.

Soon the cemetery became the secret nighttime destination of most of the town's high school students, as teenagers heady with spring fever rendezvoused to try own luck at spotting the light. A local newspaper reported on April 14, 1938, that Ida Koshak, Sally Bennett, and Camilla LaVoie saw the orange ball at nine p.m. as they waited by the front gate of the cemetery. The girls told a local reporter that the ball was about as big as a billiard ball and that it floated to within five feet of them, "rolling all around."

The girls ran back to the village in fright, but eventually they wound up returning to the cemetery many times. Ida Koshak, now in her eighties, recalled the incidents clearly in a recent phone conversation: "I was sixteen. We seen it more than once, maybe three, four times. We'd walk up there on the hill. It went right in the middle of the main road of the cemetery; it kind of danced around, went up, down, up, down. We looked forward to sneaking away and doing that. There were other kids that said they seen it, too, maybe a dozen."

Eventually that summer of 1938 the light stopped appearing. Koshak said the nonbelievers in the village charged that someone was sitting in one of the trees with a flashlight, but that wouldn't explain how the light could be seen rolling across the road or flying around a barn. It also seems unlikely that, with so many groups of teens, not to mention curious out-of-towners roaming around the cemetery, anyone could have sat in one of the pine trees for so many nights without being seen or caught. Among the theories offered by the town scoffers to explain the orange light were that it was Saint Elmo's fire or luminous natural gas. But Ida Koshak knows what she saw, and sixty-six years later, she's sticking to her story.

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[idiot-cheesehead-archenemy]

Your actions have consequences, Wes

Prompt: “The endless fall through the equally as endless void did nothing to answer the endless stream of questions running through Danny’s head. He couldn’t recall for the half-life of him how he had gotten here, wherever this was.” by @a-closet-emo

Word count: 4377

It took Danny longer than it should have to realize he was awake. Even when his eyes were open, there was nothing to see. “Wha … where am I?”

“Best I can tell, some kind of endless void.”

“Gah!” Danny spun around. There, beside … below? Above? Nearby, a familiar figure was dimly illuminated by the glow from a flashlight that was hanging from a cord around his neck. “Wes? What are you doing here?”

He looked around, then shrugged. “Falling, I think. Hard to tell.” 

“No shit. How did you get here? How did I get here, for that matter?”

“No idea.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, I’m guessing we didn’t jump, so probably we either fell, got sucked in, or were pushed.”

“Helpful.”

“Oh I’m sorry, what are you bringing to the table, Phantom?” Danny opened his mouth to retort, but he didn’t really have anything. Then he realized that Wes had called him “Phantom” and quickly said,

“Could you drop that for like two seconds, Wes? There are more pressing concerns.”

“Sure thing, Fenton. But you do know there’s no one else here, right? It doesn’t even matter.” Danny just stared at Wes, who rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”  

“Great. Do you know how long we’ve been here?” 

“Not really. I woke up maybe half an hour ago, but I don’t know how long we might have been here before that.” 

“Mmhm.” Danny didn’t exactly trust Wes at the best of times, and he felt like he had every right to be full-on suspicious now. If nothing else, it seemed pretty convenient that Wes had already been awake when Danny had woken up. “Why do you seem so calm?”

“I’m not calm, I’m just … resigned, I guess. Look around.” Danny did so. There was still nothing apart from the two of them. “There’s nothing here for us to interact with. I mean, you’ve played video games before, right? This isn’t a puzzle or a boss fight or whatever. This is a cutscene. All we can do is wait until something changes.” He grimaced. “Or until we die here. Whichever comes first.” Wes really seemed depressed, and Danny wasn’t sure his suspicion was entirely fair. 

“We’re not -” Danny began, but then he remembered an incident with Technus some time ago and amended his statement. “We are almost certainly not in a video game, but even if we were, you’re wrong about there not being anything to interact with.” Wes tilted his head, apparently curious despite himself. “There are two of us. We can interact with each other.”

“Gross.” 

“I meant talking, you pervert. We can talk to each other. I know it doesn’t feel like either of us remembers anything useful, but maybe if we try to figure out what each of us does know we can put something together.” He still wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t Wes’ doing somehow, but he didn’t think he would get anywhere by not talking. Like Wes had said, there really wasn’t anything else. 

“I … Fine. It’s better than starving to death in silence, I guess.” 

“Great. So, what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Why should I go first?”

“What?” Danny immediately returned to full-on suspicion, but he tried not to show it. “What does it matter who goes first?”

“If it doesn’t matter, you go first. What’s the last thing you remember before waking up here?” 

“Fine, whatever. Ok. I was …” Shit. The last he remembered, he’d been in the Ghost Zone. Could he say that without outing himself? It might be better to avoid it for now, and if he needed to bring it up later he could feign temporary amnesia. Honestly, that wasn’t too far off, anyway. He remembered being in the ghost zone, but not where he’d been going or how long he had been there … It had been nighttime when he left, though, he was pretty sure, so it seemed safe enough to say that he’d been in bed.

“I remember going to bed, nothing really after that. I guess I was asleep, and then I woke up here.” Wes looked unimpressed. “Ok, well, your turn.”

“Same as you, I was asleep.” 

“Oh, good, that’s great.” Danny wanted to call Wes out for lying, but that would make him look suspicious, too. “We were both asleep and now we’re both here. Nothing else happened. So, what, is this some kind of shared dream?” Wait, fuck, that actually wasn’t totally impossible. This didn’t seem like Noctune’s work, but … 

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that we probably shouldn’t rule out shared dream until we’ve tested it.”

“Are you serious?” 

“It could happen! You remember that time with that dream ghost?”

“Dammit, you’re right.” Wes crossed his arms. “Fine, how do we tell if this is a dream?” 

“Well, last time I was able to wake people up by scaring them in the dream. So, uh.” Danny closed his eyes and tried to focus on changing the dream around him, the way he had before. 

“Is something supposed to be happening?” 

“I … I don’t know. I wasn’t actually asleep last time, so maybe …”

“You need me to wake you up? I’d love to scare you.” Danny opened his eyes and shrugged.

“You’re welcome to try, I guess.” With that, Wes punched him in the face. He didn’t even hesitate. 

“Ow! What the fuck?” It felt like his nose was broken. He tried to touch it, to see how bad the damage was, but all he could tell was that it hurt. He tried to take deep breaths through his mouth, which was starting to taste like blood. 

“Did that scare you at all?” Wes seemed to be entirely unsympathetic. Danny moved even more quickly than Wes had, maybe just a tiny bit faster than a human should have been able to. He grabbed the front of Wes’ shirt, then spun him around, using one arm to pin Wes’ arms behind him and wrapping the other around Wes’ throat. Wes was obviously unprepared, and he was completely trapped before he could put up much of a fight. Danny squeezed, angling his arm so most of the pressure was on Wes’ trachea. He pressed hard enough to cause pain without completely cutting off Wes’ air supply. Wes was kicking fiercely, but he had no leverage, and Danny’s own legs were bent up and well out of the way, so the movement did little to help him. Wes himself seemed to realize this after a few seconds, as he stopped kicking and instead tried to speak. It was mostly variations on “st-” and “pl-”. Danny leaned in so his lips were near Wes’s ear and whispered,

“You know, if you’re right, and I am a ghost, then you are absolutely fucked right now. Hell, even if I’m not, you’ve given me plenty of reasons to want you out of my life. And it’s like you said -” Danny laughed darkly “-there’s no one else here.” Danny shifted his grip slightly so he was now putting pressure directly on Wes’ aorta, blocking the blood from getting to his brain. For a few seconds, Wes’s shouts of “please” and “stop” became much more intelligible, but the lack of oxygen quickly robbed him of his words. Danny gave it another few seconds before he let go, pushing Wes away from him. 

“That would probably have woken you up,” Danny said in a dismissive tone, “so I guess we can cross Nocturne off our list of suspects.” Wes was gasping and wiping tears from his eyes. He turned to glare daggers at Danny. 

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded, his voice quieter than he’d probably meant for it to be. Danny would have felt worse if his nose wasn’t still throbbing with pain. 

“A test. We needed to know if we were dreaming, and now I don’t think we are.” Also, Danny thought, now I’m pretty sure you don’t know how to get out of this. He was relieved to know that he wasn’t here at Wes’ mercy, but he didn’t love that apparently he and Wes really were just trapped in an endless void with no idea how to escape. 

“You’re fucking evil,” Wes muttered. 

“Because I’m a ghost, right? Ghosts are evil?”

“Because you fucking choked me out! Fuck you!”

“You broke my nose! And you’ve been making my life Hell for like a year, so I don’t think you get to complain.” 

“Like eight months but go off.”

“Oh, well, in that case, I guess I’m in the wrong.”

“Fuck you.”

“You said that already.”

“Want me to say it again?” 

“Jesus Christ … is this what this is? Are we being punished or something? Take the two jerks that hate each other and shove them in an empty void where they have nothing to do but get on each other's nerves for all eternity? Is this Hell?” 

“Oh, get over yourself. This isn’t Hell, and I don’t hate you.”

“Funny way of showing it.”

“Because I tell people that you’re a ghost? You are a ghost!”

“Because you constantly fucking harass me and stalk me and ruin my goddamn life, Wes! Why is this so hard to understand?”

“When have I harassed you?”

“Not denying the stalking and life-ruining, I see.”

“God, you’re infuriating. You know, if you just told people you were a ghost-”

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because it’s true?”

“If it were, I would have even less of a reason to tell people. I’m not a particularly big fan of being vivisected.”

“You wouldn’t be vivisected.” He said it with such certainty, with such a dismissive air, Danny just stared at him. “What?”

“Yes, I would. Do you not know anything about ghost hunters?” Wes seemed to be wavering between confusion and discomfort.

“I … they’re like ghost cops, right? When a ghost is causing trouble, putting people in danger …” He trailed off like that was the end of the thought. Danny stared expectantly until he continued, “... ghost hunters show up and … deal with them.” 

“So, even if that were true, you’re still saying you’d be perfectly comfortable turning me over to a police force that is somehow even more violent and has even less oversight and accountability than regular police, which is saying something.”

“Well, but you’re not … I mean …”

“Oh, no, please say that I’m ‘one of the good ones.’”

“Well … aren’t you?” Danny put his face in his hands.

“Jesus Christ, Wes,” he said, though the words were badly muffled. He let out a long groan before lifting his head to glare at Wes judgmentally. Wes was now looking definitively uncomfortable. “Ok,” Danny said. “Ok, first of all, defending cops by demonizing the people they kill is not a good look.”

“I don’t think I was -”

“Second of all, ghost hunters aren’t cops, they're hunters. Like vampire hunters. They track down ghosts to kill them because they want all ghosts to be dead. Or, to not exist, you know. And a lot of them, including my parents and the Guys in White, are also scientists of a sort. In addition to wanting to destroy ghosts, they want to cut them open to see what makes them tick and also see what they can take and use for themselves. And if they care at all about the pain they’re causing the ghost, it’s because they want to be maximising that pain because they hate ghosts.” Wes was starting to look a little pale. “So, hypothetically, if I were a ghost, and I’m not, and if people knew that I was a ghost, which I’m not, then I would either get captured and tortured or else spend the rest of my existence running from ghost hunters so I could avoid being captured and tortured.” Wes had looked away from Danny, though there was nothing else to look at. Quietly, he said,

“I didn’t know that.”

“Because you didn’t care. Because you don’t care. You have never once considered how your actions affected me because you’re just like them. If I’m a ghost, then I have no right to safety or privacy. There is no line you wouldn’t cross. You put a camera outside my fucking bedroom window once. You don’t give a shit about me.” 

“I-”

“And you know what, Wes? It fucking hurts. Ghost or no, it fucking hurts to be treated like I’m less than human. It sucks ass to be constantly looking over my shoulder and to have to check my bag for microphones and to know that I can’t eat anything that’s ever left my sight because it might be fucking poisoned with some shit that you heard is supposed to repel ghosts or whatever. Whether or not I’m a ghost, and I’m not, all of that shit is harassment and none of it is ok.” 

“Why … why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Why didn’t I tell you to leave me the fuck alone? I’m pretty sure I did, many times.”

“I mean about the ghost hunter stuff.”

“Fuuuuuck off, Wes. For the love of … because it doesn’t matter! Because you harassing me would not be ok if you were right about how ghost hunters work! That was not the fucking issue!”

“I guess … but if I’d known-”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” Danny turned away from Wes; it was all he could really do. It wasn’t like he could storm off angrily. Well, maybe he could try, but as much as he hated Wes right now, he didn’t relish the idea of losing track of him and ending up completely alone here. Wherever ‘here’ was. He wished he could remember … He’d been in the ghost zone … he’d been alone, he was almost certain. Because … he’d been going to visit someone … Clockwork. No - no, he’d visited Clockwork. He’d been on his way home. The memory was still hazy, but getting clearer. They’d just talked, like always. Danny didn’t think there had been anything unusual about the visit, but maybe … Could Clockwork have something to do with this? If so, what then? What would that mean? If he was here because of Clockwork, then how was he to get out? 

“I’m sorry.” Danny started slightly; he’d almost forgotten Wes’ presence for a few blessed moments. 

“Don’t care.” 

“I mean-” 

“I don’t care,” Danny said firmly, turning himself around as he did so he could glare at Wes again. The movement was less graceful than he would have liked. “Apologizing does not do jack shit to erase the past eight months.”

“I know, and I know that apologizing doesn’t erase the past hour either, but I’m still sorry for it.” 

“... What.”

“And … I’m sorry for the next part.”

“What. The fuck. Does that mean?” Danny was struggling to keep his eyes from glowing, and he could feel the energy rising inside him, surging in his chest and pooling in his hands. Luckily, Wes seemed once again unable to look directly at him. 

“I … remembered what I was doing. Before.” He didn’t say anything then, just took a few deep breaths.

“Do tell,” Danny said, his voice strained.

“I … I was doing a … ritual. It …” He took another long breath. “It was a summoning ritual.” He didn’t need to say who he’d been trying to summon. Danny was sure his eyes were glowing now, so he shut them tight and he balled his hands into fists, unsure whether he was trying to prevent himself from shooting an ecto-blast or preparing to punch Wes right in his stupid goddamn- no. No, he needed to breathe. As satisfying as killing Wes would be right now, it wasn’t going to help him get out. And it was probably also morally wrong or something. 

Danny inhaled as he counted to four, then held for seven, then exhaled for eight. It was something Jazz had taught him, something about reducing anxiety. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Four, seven, eight. Four, seven, eight. He was starting to remember what had happened. He’d been flying back to his parents’ portal when he’d suddenly felt a wrenching, stretching, tearing pain, like being sucked into the Fenton thermos if the edges of the thermos were lined with needles and the entire inside of his body was also lined with needles. It had only lasted a second, maybe less, and then there was the darkness. Obviously, he’d lost consciousness, though he had no idea whether he transformed back into his human form before or after Wes had seen him. Though maybe it didn’t matter. Wes had summoned Danny Phantom, and Danny Fenton had shown up. If nothing else had convinced Wes of the truth, if there had been a shred of doubt in his mind, it was gone, now. Danny’s breath was getting shallow again. Four, seven, eight. He was pretty sure he was counting too fast. 

“Are you … human? Right now, I mean.”

“Yes.”

“I’m serious, Danny.”

“So am I.” Danny gave up on the breathing technique and opened his eyes. They weren’t glowing, and that was about all he could ask of himself right now. “I’m human. I have flesh and bones and a heartbeat. You know this, I know you do. You’ve recorded me with a thermal camera and taken samples of my hair and who knows what else.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he said, nodding. He didn’t seem to register the bitterness in Danny’s voice. Maybe that was for the best. He continued, “So the ritual, it was to summon a ghost, right? I think it got interrupted when you … stopped being a ghost, I guess. The ritual has to make a sort of portal, and I think the portal opened and then you turned human or whatever, so the portal basically didn’t have a valid target anymore, so it collapsed while you were still in the in-between space. And it seems like the collapse created some kind of vacuum effect, and I was close to it, so I got sucked into the in-between space, too.”

 Wes looked almost proud of himself for having figured out what was going on. Danny kept his face deliberately neutral, and after a few seconds, Wes started looking nervous again. “So, uh,” he said, still looking at Danny but not quite making eye contact. “So if you … were a ghost again … that might …” He kept pausing as though he expected Danny to jump in and finish the thought. But the only things Danny wanted to say were less than constructive, to say the least, so he remained silent. “You know,” Wes continued, getting more and more uncomfortable as Danny continued not to acknowledge what he was saying. “The ritual would … have a target again. It could … we could get out. If you … transformed.” Wes let out a breath. 

Danny said nothing. He had come to the same conclusion as soon as Wes had explained his logic about how the ritual worked, but he needed to watch Wes squirm. He needed Wes to suffer, at least a little bit. It was only fair. 

“... Danny?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wes. I can’t transform into a ghost.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’re proposing killing me? Because if so-”

“What? No, Danny-”

“Good, because there’s no way you could take me.”

“For God’s sake, Danny, that’s not - how long are you planning to deny it? How long are you willing to stay trapped here with someone who, by your own admission, you hate? Is this really worth it just to pretend to keep your secret for a little bit longer? It doesn’t even matter! I already know!”

“I know what you think you know, Wes. You’ve been saying it for eight months. But it’s no more true now than it was the first time you brought it up.”

“I - that’s technically true, but seriously, what the Hell is your plan here? You’re going to transform eventually. It’s the only way we can get out.”

“I really hope you’re wrong about that Wes, because if the only way for us to get out is for me to be a ghost, then we’re stuck here for … well, until I die, I guess.” Danny feigned an expression of dawning horror. “Oh, fuck. Are we going to die here?”

“You’re already dead! I, however …” Danny struggled not to laugh as Wes’ face took on a matching horrified expression. “No. You’re not … you wouldn’t just let me starve to death here, would you?”

“Well, technically, I think we’d die of dehydration. Unless we really do decide to kill each other.” Wes was shaking his head slowly. 

“Look, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up trying to reveal you to ghost hunters and I fucked up with the summoning ritual and I know this is all my fault and I know you hate me and I know you think you’re life would be easier if I were dead -”

“Wow, you’re really selling me on not killing you right now.”

“Please.” Wes’ eyes were wet again. The longer this went on, the less angry Danny was feeling, and the more he was struggling to justify threatening to let someone die painfully just to mess with them, even if that someone was as much of an asshole as Wes. “I’ll be better. I promise I’ll stop harassing you and trying to expose you. You’ll never hear from me again if that’s what you want.” Well, now this was getting interesting. He should probably drop this, but if he could get something out of Wes first ...

“Hmm.” Danny rubbed his chin. “Is there anything you want to tell me about right now? Any cameras that I missed or anything like that?”

“Uh, let me think … you should probably change the lock on your locker; I know the combination. And where you keep the spare key to your house. I never used it, I swear, I just saw … Oh, I do still have some of your hair, I’ll get rid of that. Uhm … no, I think you found all the cameras, and I kind of gave up on that route. I think that’s it.” Danny waited a few seconds before nodding, and Wes let out a breath. 

“Ok.” Danny sighed. “Ok. I'm not … I wasn’t planning to kill you. You know that right?”

“Do I?” 

“... I guess not. I’m … sorry. I mean, you’re right, you absolutely fucked up, a lot, but I’m not … I’m not a monster, Wes.” 

“I know.”

“Good. Because I -” Danny stopped and turned his gaze slightly, focusing over Wes’ shoulder. “Do you see that?” Wes turned, following Danny’s gaze. 

“I don’t see anything.” 

“There,” Danny said, pointing at absolutely nothing. Wes looked back, then turned again, trying to see. “I think it’s getting brighter. Just - just keep looking at it. It might be important.” 

“O … kay?” 

Danny took a deep breath. Four, seven, eight. This was probably going to hurt. Wes was just starting to say something when Danny transformed. The pain came immediately, but it wasn’t quite as bad when he was expecting it. Still bad enough that he felt dizzy, but he managed to hold onto consciousness. 

A second later it was over, and Danny was floating in what he could only assume was Wes’ basement. The large room was unfinished, with exposed support beams and a bare concrete floor. Below him was a ring of candles, unlit but still smoking, around a pentacle with various accouterments that Danny couldn’t name carefully laid at the intersections of the lines. Well, most of them were. A few had been displaced by the sudden appearance of Wes’ unconscious body. That was a relief; if Wes had also stayed conscious, Danny wouldn’t have been in much of a position to deny anything. Not that he really was, anyway, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. 

Danny quickly landed and turned human again, just in case the circle would also have stopped him from leaving. That was usually how these things worked, right? Danny stepped out, then turned back around, looking at the weird plants and little sculptures and … was that ectoplasm? in the pentacle. Should he … take this stuff? It would count against his ability to deny that he had ever been here, but it might ensure Wes couldn’t try anything like this again. 

Would Wes try something like this again? Danny wanted to believe he wouldn’t. He’d seemed contrite when Danny had explained what the GiW or whoever might do to him if they learned what he was. Wes was a massive dick, and obviously not the most enlightened when it came to ghosts, but he really didn’t seem to want Danny to get hurt. Not that badly hurt, anyway. 

Wes was starting to stir. Danny hesitated a second longer before transforming and turning invisible. He floated back and watched as Wes slowly opened his eyes.

“Danny …?” Wes pushed himself up and looked around. After a few seconds, he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, that seems about right.” Wes stood, dusting chalk off himself, then looked down at his ritual circle pensively. Danny tensed, but a second later Wes shook his head and started picking things up. Danny watched as he started putting everything into a cloth bag that had been laying nearby. When he picked up the small vial of what looked like ectoplasm, he stared at it for a long time, and Danny was desperate to know what he was thinking. Then he threw that in the bag, too. 

Danny probably wasn’t going to get anything out of staying here and watching Wes clean up, besides which he was starting to feel like a creep. Danny flew out of the basement and up above the houses, quickly getting his bearings. He spared one last glance down at Wes’ house, unsure about … a lot of things. 

“I’m trusting you, Wes,” he whispered to the air. “I’m choosing to believe that you’ll be better. Please don’t prove me wrong.”

[hanawrites404]

Hi! Saw you reblogged the OC asks, so how about 1, 12, and 13!

1. What is their occupation in the Arcana World?

I am a fashion designer by profession, but I am also a farmer at my village along with my father. We both do the agriculture of almost every crop and even sell milk and meat along with some eggs.

We have a small bungalow near our fields too. But don't judge us only by this. Even though our work may seem squalid, we are rich. Like, filthy rich. Not as rich as Count Lucio but maybe as a baron, you can say.

And talking about the difficulty faced by a peasant which is wheather change, we don't worry about that at all. We are at the special side of Mother Nature, remember?? *Smirks*

12. What's one of their favourite memories?

I have many sweet memories of my childhood at Vesuvia. Most of them are of me playing with Lucio or being with my father. But I want to share this particular memory of mine when me and Asra.....well......shared our first kiss *blushes a lot*.

It was nighttime, we were at the docks, staring at the silver moon among the inky waters. We were holding hands, and I had laid my head on his shoulder.

He was telling me the stories of mythical creatures and magical worlds. Even though I was usually interested in such topics, my mind was somewhere else. My mind was thinking of the future, because tomorrow was the day when I was leaving Vesuvia.

Asra clearly noticed my distracted state of mind, and he asked me what was more interesting than his folklore. He didn't sound angry at that time, he was sounding like he was.......curious.

I told him everything without any hesitation, and I still remember how I was trying so hard not to cry in front of him, but as soon as he pulled me close to his chest and wrapped his arms around my smaller self, tears started to erupt from my eyes and soak his clothing.

It really suprised me that how the next thing he asked me was why I was crying. I really wanted to yell at him and scold him for being so naive and stupid to not even realise that I was not going to see him again.

And it seemed like he understood what I was thinking, as the next thing he did was pulling me closer and pressing his lips against mine.

It was a bliss. My heart skipped a beat and butterflies were fluttering in my stomach. His lips were soft while mine were chapped because I was biting them the whole time due to my anxiety of telling him the sad news, but he didn't seem to mind.

After we pulled away, he explained me that I shouldn't feel sad because where I was going live in the future will be better than Vesuvia, and whatever was happening was for my own good.

He admitted that he was sad because he won't be able to see my 'pretty' face and play with my 'silky' hair, but he was sure that I would come back to him soon and he would get to shower his affection on me.

You have noooo idea how hard I was blushing that day *smiles and chuckles*.

That night was bittersweet.....but it is surely one of the memories I cherish the most. Asra was a charmer at that time....and he still is, and I swear to protect him and never let him get hurt by anything at all............

13. What's one of their least favourite memories??

I can't really call it a memory because I was only a baby when it happened and I had no brains at that time, but Lucio was kind enough to tell me what was the incident once I grew up, even though I literally had to threaten him with a damn knife against his other arm..........

So I was sleeping in my crib peacefully while my father was away. Count Lucio was in charge to take care of me and was in the room with me, watching me sleeping.

And I fucking don't know what kind of ghost just possessed him at that time that he lifted me up with his golden prosthetic while holding me from my arm, pricking my skin with his sharp claws and destroying my invaluable sleep.

He also told me that how my loud wailing still haunts him when I adruptly woke up with a bleeding forearm. He also mentioned that how the whole palace was shook because of my cries.

I-It is not my fault though. I was a child!! My skin was delicate and sleeping was my life!! And even a small bleeding was enough to kill me at that time!! I would have been dead if I had bled more for even a second!!

Well, whatever. I had forgiven him as he was the one to bandage me up. At least he admitted his mistake....which I really liked about him *blushes*.

And by the way, I still have that mark on my forearm, and it's a really good method of blackmailing Lucio for everything *smirks mischievously*.

But I don't really use it on him frequently, I don't want to trouble him and make him feel more guilty. He has been neglected, forgotten, and I understand his pain. He has saved my life more than once, and it's my time to repay him..........

Hopefully this answers your question. See you later.

*She then looks at a painting of Lucio and younger her grinning to the brightest that they might rival the sun*

*She then smiles and kisses the picture where Lucio's face was*

My true hero.........

[missjosie27]

Year 1 Part 7- Nighttime Excursion

Hey, guys! It’s been a little while since I updated the story but I figured it’s long overdue for a new chapter. So for those of you still interested I hope you enjoy! 

To say that David Grant went from popular to legend after the incident with Fenrir Greyback would have been a major understatement.

As he was quickly learning, news of any kind of drama or exploits traveled fast around Hogwarts and the effects were immediate. David thought Angelica was about to kiss him when she found out he had won one hundred points in a single night, which not only put Gryffindor ahead in the House Cup standings, but gave something for everyone to brag around. Far from being the social, half mad pariah, David Grant was now on the fast track to becoming the young star of Gryffindor. Bill Weasley was one of the first to point this out, to his slight embarrassment.

“I’m telling you Dave, everyone thinks your brilliant. Even the Slytherins are impressed,” he told him two days after the feast one day at dinner.

“How do you know?”

“They may not admit it out loud, but you can tell,” he responded with a shifty grin. “In any case, the fact that you took on Fenrir Greyback and won has you on the fast track.”

“To what?” David laughed ironically. “Come off it, Bill. You’re way more popular than me. And why does it matter anyway?”

“If I am, you’re giving me a run for my money,” the eldest Weasley said. “And I’m with you, Dave, personal popularity is usually rubbish. But not this time. People are going to remember this forever.”

Indeed, the story was quickly becoming a favorite retelling among the student body, of course with some with minor alterations and exaggerations. For one, some were saying he personally killed two werewolves. Others insisted he overpowered Greyback himself. The only reason he did not object or try to correct them was for the sake Chiara. Dumbledore had told the four witnesses after the feast to refrain from mentioning her name at all, which they gladly obliged. There was no need for anyone else to know she was a werewolf, something for which Chiara was extremely grateful.

“Honestly, I’m about to tell the whole damn school it was your idea if people don’t stop coming up to me and reenact the whole thing,” he joked to her one day when they had a private moment in Herbology.

“Oh, lighten up,” she teased him. “Why not just play the hero for once?”

“Because I don’t want to. It wasn’t about playing the ‘hero’ or any of that tripe. You know the reason I was there fighting by your side.”

“I do,” she said as she quietly fertilized her plant. “And I never got the chance to say a proper thank you.”

“You don’t need to.”

“But I must,” Chiara insisted. “That’s why I knew I could trust you with my secret Dave. When I told you, you didn’t react harshly or start to act weird around me. You were shocked, as most people are when they find out. The difference is, you didn’t treat me any differently than you did before. Being what I am always comes with the risk that people will outcast me. That’s the root of why Greyback is the way he is. But I refuse to let that discourage me or turn me into a monster. And because of that, I know I have people like you I can count on.”

David smiled in appreciation.

“And what about, Penny? How’s she doing with all of this?”

“We’ve actually become a lot closer believe it or not,” she said positively. “I think facing her fear really allowed her to overcome it, or at least see that I wasn’t like Greyback.”

“That’s good. Speaking of, is he due for trial yet in the Wizengamot?”

That brought a look of disappointment from Chiara as she set the fertilizer down.

“Apparently the Werewolf Capture Unit is adequate at finding werewolves but notoriously poor at keeping them locked up. Greyback escaped as he was being taken to the Ministry.”

“I wish I could say that surprises me,” David said rolling his eyes. “Especially with the genius of Cecil Lee.”

“What’s important is that a good chunk of his followers are now in jail. Including the two you fought and took down.”

David nodded as he lightly watered his plant.

“You know in reality, I’m the one who should be thanking you. I’d have been infected or turned into dinner if you hadn’t protected all of us.”

“That’s what werewolf friends are for, Dave,” she said happily, her kindly features beaming at him. “Greyback claims I’ll learn someday what it truly means to have lycanthropy. But in reality, I’ve already figured it out for myself. I don’t deny what I am, but it doesn’t have mean becoming lonely, cut off, and bitter at the world. Maybe someday, I can help others in my situation and we won’t need to hide anymore.”

The girl’s optimism was so inspiring, the first year Gryffindor had to stop himself from shedding tears right there in the middle of class. He had never met anyone as upbeat and caring as Chiara, and for the first time in quite a while, he felt touched.

“I’m sure you will,” he said with a wide smile.

From then on, he knew he had developed an understanding with the werewolf girl that went beyond a simple friendship. Batting the most terrifying werewolf in Britain would do that to a person.

Yes, it was all well and good to have made new friends and become as sensational a first year in many a year. But something still prodded David constantly in the back of his mind- the conversations he had overheard injected a sense of curiosity not easily quelled. It was clear now that the cursed vaults were real and Jacob’s obsession a reality. He was connected to this whether he wanted to be or not. The real question was what he was prepared to do about it? And Rowan kept reminding of that every time the subject came up.

“Dumbledore, Snape, the professors, they’re all in on this,” he said to him one day at lunch. “They’ve been hiding whatever is going on.”

“Well whatever the cursed vaults contain, it doesn’t seem to be affecting anything,” David shrugged.

“David, I know you better than that,” Rowan said to him, as the other boy continually munched on his sandwich. “I may want to be the youngest professor at Hogwarts, but that pales in comparison to whatever phenomenon this is. You want to find out what’s in these vaults too.”

“It’s not so much that as it is finding out what happened to my brother.”

This was true. Whatever supposed treasure lay within the vaults themselves, it held little interest to David. That was the driving force.

“Fair enough,” Rowan said, draining his pumpkin juice.

“Snape and Filch mentioned it was the 13th floor corridor,” David thought to himself. “Why not investigate it one night after everyone’s gone to bed?”

“It could prove useful in a number of ways,” Rowan agreed. “Perhaps there’s something there others have missed.”

“Why wait? Let’s check it out tonight.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want detention so soon after that duel with Merula.”

“That was a month ago,” David dismissed. “Besides, if I can survive a duel and an encounter with werewolves with just detention, I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be expelled if we’re caught in a corridor after curfew.”

“Speak for yourself, I don’t want detention or ruin my perfect attendance record.”

“Rowan, you’ve only gone to Hogwarts two months.”

“Exactly! So if I ruin it now, I’ll never be able to break the record it later on.”

David tossed part of his sandwich at him playfully.

“Anyone ever told you you’re a huge nerd?”

“All the time,” Rowan grinned. “But you’re my friend, Dave, so if you’re going to investigate these vaults, I’m coming with you.”

It really did pay to have a friend like Rowan sometimes. He was as loyal as a Hufflepuff at times.

“Alright, then. Tonight, it is.”

They clinked their goblets in a show of agreement and comradery.

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They didn’t have to wait long to sneak out. Ben and Charlie were asleep, the latter of whom was snoring rather loudly. Jae was conspicuously absence, which only left the other two Gryffindor boys.

“What time is it?” David whispered to his friend from his four poster bed.

“Eleven,” Rowan responded glancing at his watch.

“Excellent. Prefects should be done with their patrols. Teachers should be in their offices. We’re ready to roll.”

Both boys slowly slid off their bunks, grabbed their wands and headed down the steps towards the common room. After double checking that Angelica had indeed gone to bed, they slipped past the Fat Lady portrait and made their way towards the desired corridor.

As luck would have it, they encountered no obstacles along the way. A few idle ghosts, floated above and they heard a racket from inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom that could only have been Peeves the Poltergeist (a notorious little entity well known for making student and Filch miserable alike). A few portraits were awoken or grumbled about “rule breaking first years” but the boys paid them no mind. After only a five minute stroll, they arrived at their destination.

“This is it, the 13th corridor,” David whispered.

“Now that we’re here, I’m not so sure about this,” Rowan whispered back. “Didn’t Snape also order Filch to keep the students away from here. What if he catches us?”

“Then we won’t stay long.”

“I’m just saying, I’ve heard stories about how he likes to punish people. The only reason it isn’t worse is because Dumbledore won’t let use shackles.”

“You worry too much,” David elbowed him gently. “Come on, we’ll search the corridor and be out faster than Peeves shoots a spitball.”

Rowan still looked apprehensive but gave in.

“Alright, I trust you Dave. Besides, I’m way too curious about this corridor to back out now.”

And so, they began their investigation. On the surface it didn’t seem like there was anything abnormal or out of sorts about the corridor. It was like any other in the castle- made of stone and brick, a few portraits here and there, torches giving off the little bit of light necessary to see. There wasn’t much to see or search except for a few benches and a couple of random doors.

But after a few minutes of what seemed like a pointless excursion, David began to notice something. A feeling of creeping, bitter cold that made the hairs on his arms stand up. It waxed and waned depending on where he was standing and after pacing around a few times began to pinpoint it.

“Rowan, do you feel that?”

“You mean that isn’t a draft that keeps blasting in here?”

“I think it’s coming from this door. Check this out.”

They approached a normal, brown, oak door, but as they did so the cold began to become much stronger, causing Rowan to shiver.

“Brrr! That’s intense. My family is from India, Dave we aren’t made for this kind of temperature.”

Wrapping his arms around himself, he narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“Check this out, Dave. This brick is different from some of the other ones.”

Indeed, it was. As opposed to being the standard grayish coloration, this one was a light gold and had an inscription on it made up of strange, undecipherable symbols.

“Any idea what this means, Rowan?” David asked, relying on his friends’ bookishness, but he shook his head.

“I’ve seen many ancient languages before in textbooks, but this is definitely not one that’s familiar.”

“Can you decipher it?”

“Maybe but-”

They had no time to discuss it further, as out of nowhere appeared a mangy looking cat with tufty fur and red eyes. It seemed to gaze into their very souls, as though it knew they were severely violating curfew.

“Meow!”

“Oh hell, we have to get out of here!” Rowan. “That’s Filch’s cat.”

“Mrs. Norris,” David breathed.

No one knew why the caretaker had named his cat such a bizarre name but any student at Hogwarts knew that wherever she was, Filch wasn’t far behind. Any rule breaking in front of her was practically asking for detention. Their investigation would have to be put on hold for now.

“Run!” he urged his best friend.

Without wasting another second, both boys sprinted out of the corridor to the staircases and didn’t stop until they had reached the safety of Gryffindor tower.

“Vacuous Porcupine!” David huffed out to the Fat Lady as he and Rowan caught their breath.

She gave them a disapproving stare but nevertheless swung open to allow them inside. It was only after they had settled into their dormitory that they allowed themselves to sigh with relief.

“Oh, you guys are back,” came a lazy tone.

David and Rowan nearly jumped ten in the feet in the air.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Jae assured them, raising an eyebrow. He was sitting on his bed, sorting through a burlap sack of items, some of which looked unfamiliar.

“Where were you guys?”

“Just on a nighttime stroll,” David replied, trying to pass their late activity as casually as he could. “What about you? What have got there?”

“Contraband, ready for prospective customers. Looks like we both avoided detention tonight,” he said slyly.

David didn’t feel like expounding further on the adventure that had just occurred. Jae was friendly enough, but he was also a bit shifty, so to speak. Extremely low profile, he had already run afoul of Filch himself for sneaking in banned items.

He gave Rowan a knowing glance, who responded with, “I suppose it goes without saying it’s time for some serious research?”

It was more than that, and though David was eventually able to get to sleep that night (despite Charlie’s continuous snoring) he knew that the time to be passive was over.

It was time to find this cursed vault.

[miafic]

Accidentally hit send too soon but I was wondering if you had any book recommendations I’ve been trying to read some more :)

the best book i’ve read lately (by far) was wonder by rj palacio

some recommendations from my recent reading - the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime, five feet apart, notes from the blender (which has the best male main character ive read in years and maybe ever), scars by cheryl rainfield (if you can handle it), and anything written by ellen hopkins. the most recent one of hers i read was called rumble, and it was pretty good. identical is my favorite of hers. the goldfinch was also fairly good but it is no joke. it’s almost 800 pages and it’s slow and a little dry.

some older recommendations - the princess diaries books are hilarious and have been my faves since i was 12. meg cabot (who wrote them) did this other series i really liked when i was that same age called the mediator which i thought was cool but haven’t read since then. it’s about a girl named suze who’s - you guessed it - a mediator and she moves into this house and there’s a ghost of “a hot guy named jesse.” im p sure his name is hector de silva and he’s a cowboy type and he calls her “querida” and those are the books that taught me the word “albeit” but also the h slur so. do with that what you will. 

continuing! winnie the pooh books are a delight. so witty and sweet. twilight is actually fun to read, and i will stand by that. same with the hunger games and harry potter. i love love love looking for alaska. and, as always, i will plug my favorite books ever, a series of unfortunate events. if you need to feel occupied for a while with books, there are 13 of them!! and they are all great!! rereading them as you get older just makes them even better!!!!!!!

ive honestly read some very bad books lately, and right now i’ve just started a new book called putting makeup on dead people which sounds interesting but is shaping up to be bad as well, although i cant tell for sure yet. (the main character is a high school girl named donna even though it was published in 2011, and i just can’t get past that. idk. i think im outgrowing ya which SUCKS but... you know. im 24 lol it’s probably time.)

next on my list are social intercourse (which started off so sexually graphic that i put it down two weeks ago and haven’t picked it up again), food, girls, and other things that i can’t have, and we know it was you.

but yeah, wonder was a book i finished in a few hours. could not put it down. i had to stop in the middle to eat dinner, and it was like i was tearing myself away. i definitely recommend it if you haven’t read it.

[ikesenhell]

Peeling Back The Mask

Bloodline, Chapter 5. You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here. NOTE: This was a LiveWrite! Thank you all for coming out! Fortunately, there isn’t a content warning this chapter. Thank god. 

Ieyasu didn’t want to hand over the tape. He only relented after a fruitless night tossing and turning, his mother’s blood-streaked face burned in his nightmares. Was she still alive? Was she still out there, chained and imprisoned in some dark basement, captive to nothing more than the heartless blink of a video camera and the cold link of chains on her wrist?

But he needed details. He needed the where, when, how old, and so he handed over the CD, heart in his throat, to Mitsunari.

“Don’t--” He stammered, trying to think of anything to say to his least favorite person. Don’t fucking say anything. Don’t you dare be cheery right now. You can’t see me weak.

But Mitsunari just nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose, more serious than ever. “I’ll do my best to find the information you need.”

Ieyasu balled his fingers tight into fists and choked a strangled, “Thanks.”

---

The video was from around 1999. That explained the grainy footage. She’d gone missing around 1998, so that lined up. How was he supposed to feel? On one hand, it was very possible her situation was worse (though he honestly couldn’t envision how and didn’t want to)--and on the other, it felt very likely that the sweet embrace of death had taken her from her misery.

Ieyasu didn’t want to wish death on his mother, but he assumed in this situation, it was a mercy.

Later that day, his cellphone buzzed. A glance at the number and his stomach dropped.

“Are you alright?” She was doling out some pasta dish or another that she’d cooked tonight, poised with the pot braced between her ribs and elbow. “Someone calling with information?”

“No,” he managed. “It’s… it’s my ‘Uncle’.”

They fell silent. The phone buzzed loudly on the wood grain table three more times. He couldn’t clue anyone in that he knew what was happening. If his mother was still alive (if, that was a very big if), then her safety hinged on his cooperation.

He flipped the phone on and pinned it against his cheek. “Hello?”

“‘Yasu!” The man’s cheery voice roared through the speaker. Once his Uncle’s inability to use a normal volume was funny. Now it was just awful. Ieyasu braced himself in his chair and screwed his eyes shut, swallowing the waves of venom rising in his throat. “What are you doing?”

“Having dinner.”

“Having dinner? With someone?”

Ieyasu cast his eyes over at the Princess, who just finished scraping the pasta into bowls and returned to the kitchen. “No?”

“Huh.” A beat. “Well, your Aunt misses you. You should come by tomorrow, have a bit of dinner. We might even go to the movies. How about it?”

A sickening twist of I know who you aren’t and sure, yep, sounds great surged through him. This man--this stranger--had raised him. How could he separate that from the truth grinding in his ears? How could he reconcile the lies to the reality of the past two decades?

“Y’okay there?” His Uncle asked.

“Yeah,” Ieyasu lied. “Trying to think of my schedule. Hold on.”

“I thought you had a normal nine-to-five?”

“You know that’s not the case in practice.” He made an audible show of getting off his chair and pattering into the kitchen, squeezing past the woman with a hand to the small of her back. She jumped and blushed, but he pretended not to notice, just rifling through his calendar. It was always possible that the man really was asking him to hang out, but the more cynical part of him assumed that wasn’t the case. There was an angle somewhere.

Come to think of it…

“I’m on call tomorrow,” he answered, more surprised at himself for having never thought of this. “How does Thursday sound?”

“Hmm.” Apparently his Uncle wasn’t convinced, but he just sighed. “Well, Thursday will probably work. I’ll let your Aunt know. We love you, ‘Yasu.”

No you don’t. No, you don’t. He swallowed his feelings like broken glass and replied, “Love you all too.”

The line went dead. God, he needed something, anything to distract him now--and fortunately, he had just the thing. Ripping open the calendar, he started making marks. “I might need you to do a little research while we eat.”

“Mmm? What’s up? Are you okay?” Her voice was comforting and soft.

“Yeah, yeah, just thought of something.” He unpinned the calendar from the wall and took it back to the table with them, eating with one hand and highlighting with the other. “I need you to run a few dates for me through my hours log.”

“Sure?” She pattered into the office and emerged with the official laptop they’d set her up with, opening it and logging in. The poor woman had gone to so much trouble with dinner. Guilt flashed through him and he speared a bit of grilled zucchini harder than he meant.

“It’s good,” he mumbled.

“Hm?”

“The food,” he snapped, very on the spot. “Good.” Wow, could that sentence have been more mangled? “Tastes good. Thanks.”

Her smile was kinder than he deserved. “I’m glad.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat hard. “Okay. I’ll run off some dates. Tell me if I got called in for something major on the same day, alright? August first, twenty-seventeen.”

“Yes.”

“August twenty-eight, twenty-seventeen.”

“Yes.”

And on and on they went. Ieyasu dutifully listed each date his Uncle and Aunt conveniently wanted him to visit them, and on every single one, a major incident was recorded back in the base--with him being called in most of the time. He didn’t even need the last few months to confirm his theory, but he did it anyway. Maybe it was to cement the anger and rage, that betrayal burning hot in him, packing all of his sorrow and grief together until it formed its own wild star.

“Ieyasu?” She asked eventually, folding her glasses against her chest. “Are you okay?”

“What do you fucking think?” He snapped.

A pause. She nodded and folded the laptop shut. “Sorry. Stupid question.”

“He knew,” Ieyasu managed, breathless from anger. “He knew. This whole time, he knew. He guilted me and made me feel like shit and dragged me away from work intentionally. He knew something. This isn’t coincidence.”

Nothing more was said. With a resounding click, she just shut the laptop.

---

Nightmares woke him. Gasping for breath, he felt his way along his bedside table until he yanked on the chain of his lamp altogether too hard, watching it crash to the floor. Still, it did the job. Light lanced around his small room and provided him the meagre reassurance that he was alone after all.

God, he needed to get it together.

Kicking off the sheets, he righted the lamp and headed for the kitchen. It was chilly in the living room. He could still smell the distant scent of pasta and vegetables that he hadn’t appreciated in the moment. He poured himself a cup of cool water and gulped it down, refilled it, drank all that too, and got a third. Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind and he crushed them all down. Nighttime was a time to sleep. He couldn’t stand and waste himself with worrying in this moment. He needed to quiet himself.

On his way back to his room, he saw the faint blue cast of light from the office. Was she still up? Ieyasu automatically tried to check his phone and realized he’d left it on the bedside table. Curious, he rapped his knuckles against the door.

“Come in.”

He eased the door open with a tap of his foot. There she was, clad in some white pajamas and settled into the office chair, a series of sticky notes littering the desk before her. Pale light from the laptop backlit her face. Not for the first time, Ieyasu realized she was really very lovely.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, pushing her glasses back up on her head. “It’s very late.”

He huffed. “Speak for yourself.”

The faintest of uneasy smiles flickered over her lips. “I was having nightmares.”

Part of him wanted to admit that he was, too, that the same things that haunted him no doubt ghosted her sleeping footsteps. He couldn’t bring himself to do that just yet. Instead he crossed to her side and peered at the computer screen, a thousand different searches on different individuals on a myriad of tabs. “What are you doing?”

“Hunting down your ‘Uncle’s’ real identity.” She threw up the finger quotes. “I figured it was high time that someone peeled back that mask.”

How could he even respond to that? He stared at her for so long that apparently she grew uncomfortable under his gaze. “I’m sorry, if you don’t want me to--”

“No, that’s not what--”

“--I don’t mean to intrude on anything--”

“--I’m just kind of--”

They both lapsed into silence again. After all the crosstalk, quiet was just funny. Ieyasu snorted, and she snickered, and finally they were quietly giggling in that dark room.

“No,” he managed, “sorry, I was just… surprised that this was what you decided to do.”

“Of course. It’s what I’m here for, and frankly, I got sort of… pissed about it.” She shrugged. “So I decided I was going to take a little time and expose him.”

A surge of foreign affection bloomed hot in his chest. Why was she here? After all this time, he was pretty sure he didn’t deserve to have someone so kind in his house. Without thinking, he reached out and took a hold of her hand.

“How about…” He struggled with words for a moment, trying to get past the look of surprise in her eyes, “Do you like Youtube videos?”

Wow. Wow. In retrospect he wanted to smack himself. What an inane question was that? But she pinned her lips between her teeth to stop from laughing and just smiled at him.

“Yeah,” she answered. “I like them alright, depending on what they are.”

“No shit,” he snipped, angry at himself still. “Uh, well, how about we just, um, hang out in the other room and watch something stupid? Not cause I want to, but you won’t be much use to me if you spend all night doing this and can’t work in the morning.”

“Right. That makes sense.” But she was smiling at him. “You’re probably right.”

They slipped back into the living room together and flopped down onto the grey couch, elbows and shoulders knocking together. He was more exhausted than he’d thought, or had to be--the contact didn’t bother him so much. After a moment he remembered he’d forgotten his phone in the other room, peeled himself back up, snatched up a blanket and the device, and returned to her, draping it over them both as he sat back down.

“You’re too cold,” he mumbled by way of an excuse. “What kind of videos should we watch?”

“Maybe something stupid, like a Vine compilation?”

“You’re right. That is stupid.”

But he thumbed Youtube open nonetheless and cast it onto the TV. Mercifully she held her tongue when the app told on him and revealed that one of his favorite things was to watch Vine compilations with Masamune. Throwing his most-watched one up there, he lay in the silence and felt her rumble with laughter at his side.

Somewhere along the line they both fell asleep. He woke around six only to find himself lying down, her head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. He considered moving.

But he didn’t hate it.

Taking a deep breath, he stilled his mind again and drifted back into a dreamless rest.

[honeydrift]

i was tagged by @letsfuckndance, let’s find some stuff out about me :)

zodiac sign: aquarius

height: 5’6”

first 4 songs that come on shuffle:

nasa - ariana grande

1950 - king princess

sign of the times - harry styles

pink + white - frank ocean

grab the nearest book, turn to page 23 and see what line 17 says:

‘the door and we walked out into the corridor and back to the front’ - the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime

ever had a song or poem written about you?

lol no

when’s the last time you played air guitar?

no idea, probably at my 5sos show in october

what is a sound you hate and a sound you love?

i love the sound of rain and when you shake a hot water bottle, i hate the sound of rubber gloves

do you believe in ghosts? no i guess not

do you believe in aliens? yes

do you drive? no i am but a small child

do you like the smell of petrol? kind of

what’s the last film you watched? i watched isle of dogs just now and yesterday i watched 101 dalmatians, loving the dog films

do you have an obsession right now? arianas new album and calum is a constant u know

in a relationship? god no

i don’t know who to tag!!!!! do it if u want lol

[cavsmarine]

The Most Haunted Beaches in Australia

It’s the spookiest time of the year once again! And what’s a better way to celebrate it than checking out some haunted, spooky, and creepy places? Of course, we don’t recommend you to travel across the country to seek them all out, but you can visit these rumoured haunted beaches if you plan to celebrate Halloween swimming or sailing, or simply just cruising in the ocean.

Curious travellers beware! Proceed with caution if you want to visit these beaches  when you’re boating. Even though these phantoms don’t bother people too much to be a menace, it’s important to practice safety always. Navigate your boat safely and bring the proper marine equipment and boat accessories with you at all times to aid you in your excursions. Make sure not to act too boisterous to avoid any unexplained yet spooky encounters. It’s believed that paranormal entities hate loud noises and reckless behaviour and let those rowdy folks suffer their wrath. Whether you believe in that or not, it’s important to behave and be respectful of your surroundings: 

Jenny Dixon Beach, NSW

Jenny Dixon Beach, located on NSW’s Central Coast, is rumoured to be haunted by two ghosts. One of the ghosts is the spirit of a woman killed in a shipwreck off Norah Head in the 1800s. She appears dressed in old-fashioned clothing with her arms outstretched as if asking for help. It’s believed she is looking for her son who passed away in the shipwreck, according to some locals who allegedly encountered the entity.

The second ghost appears a little further back from the beach. Hundreds of people have reported to police that they’ve seen a young girl hitch-hiking along the road only for her to suddenly disappear. Others have reported offering her a lift only for her to disappear out of thin air. According to an urban legend relating to the story of how this ghost appeared, she is a vengeful spirit who seeks the living world for justice after being maltreated and killed by a group of local men in the 1970s.

Brighton Beach, SA

A lot of people in Adelaide reported that they’ve seen a woman dressed in vintage 1920s swimwear diving off Brighton Jetty but she never actually comes up for air. It’s widely believed that the apparition is Kitty Whyte, who was the first person reported to be killed by a shark. It was reported that she dived off a jetty only for a shark to attack her. Although she was rescued from the harrowing experience, she sadly succumbed to her injuries. Although the story is sad, tourists and visitors don’t need to worry about her sightings as there are no reports of her attacking any living person. 

Bunker Bay, WA

In the West of Bunker Bay is where a lighthouse called Cape Naturaliste Lighthouse is located and many believed that it is a very haunted building. 

Apparently, there are a lot of ghosts living in the area; a young Scotsman sailor who died in the area, an early 20th-century woman who attacks men in their sleep at nighttime, and a young boy holding up a lantern. Whether they are real or not, having many ghosts in close proximity is enough to give chills down your spine. 

Glenelg Beach, SA

Even though there are no phantoms or spirits haunting this beach, the beach (and Glenelg in general) has a weird, dark, and mystical vibe in it. in 1966, three Beaumont children disappeared here without any traces, the case of Somerton man,  the still-unidentified dead body who was discovered south of Glenelg in 1948, and the tragic incident that happened in The Luna Park Ghost Train that caught fire in 1979 which the train was built in Glenelg. 

Glenelg even has a dark history tour offered by the locals so if you’re the type who’s into this type of excursion, this one is for you. 

Manly Beach, NSW

Manly is home to a site that is extremely haunted: The Q Station, which is 5 minutes away from Manly Beach. Originally known as the North Head Quarantine Station, the station ran from the 1830s to 1984 as a place to assess and treat any Australian immigrants who were carrying communicable diseases like Spanish flu, measles, and tuberculosis, to mention a few. Over half a thousand people died on the premises, despite the fact that it has a beautiful resort and restaurant that are sprawled across 30 hectares of protected land. There are plenty of ghost tours you can do on-site to meet the many ghosts who hang about, including a tall thin man who feeds on people’s fear (sounds like Slenderman). 

[queer-gorilla]

Get to know me (tag game)

I was tagged by @gallifreyan-wakandan

Name: Lucinda

Birth Year: 2000

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 165cm

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that play: Baby im yours by Breakbot, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Ultimatly by Khai Dreams and Suoer trooper by Abba.

The first sentence of the Nearest book to you page 23: I said "Yes. I always tell the truth." The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime. By Mark Haddon

Ever had a song written for you? Nope :(

Last time you played air guitar? Last night haha

Celebrity crush? Ellen page 😍

What noise do you love/hate? I love thunder, rain and singing birds! I hate the sound of people arguing and yelling.

Do you believe in ghosts? This is difficult tbh. Like I belive that people still live on after death and watch over us. But I don't belive in like haunted houses and stuff like that.

Do you belive in Aliens? HELL YEAH there are millions of other galaxy's out there. There's no way that we are the only only living organisms.

Last movie you've seen? Aquaman 😂

Current obsession? Watching kitchen nightmares. I think I watch like 3 episodes a day.

Do you hold grudges? Nah I can't be bothered tbh.

In a relationship? No :(

[babybluetae]

75, 119, 149 ✨

75. Favorite animal?

Snake to be honest, specifically the anaconda or blue corn snake

119. Favorite Book?

Curious Incident of a Dog in the Nighttime. Lord of the Flies and Sula are close runners up though

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Absolutely I’ve been through way too much shit to not

[b-reads-books]

I read 230 books in 2017.

Down fifteen from last year...I am a math genius and initially miscounted by ten somehow, so I though I had hit 240...this was not so. The fluctuations tell you when I was studying for exams. (I’m done with all my fall exams now so I only have one scheduled for next year!) I did not make a new year’s book-of-the-month resolution and did not really expand into audiobooks more either. Oh well. This was a tough year for me all around and I’m hoping for a better one to follow.

Standouts:

Sorrow’s Knot, Erin Bow

Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor

A Conjuring of Light, Victoria Schwab

The Hating Game, Sally Thorne

Always and Forever, Lara Jean, Jenny Han

Thick as Thieves, Megan Whalen Turner

The Hate U Give, Angie Thomas

Now I Rise, Kiersten White

History is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera

Genuine Fraud, E Lockhart

Less, Andrew Sean Greer

In the Wreckage, Hailey Turner

Far From the Tree, Robin Benway

Complete list with more favorites in bold below the cut.

January – 23

The Lovely Reckless, Kami Garcia

The Quiet Gentleman, Georgette Heyer

Bad Blood, Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Soundless, Richelle Mead

Trouble is a Friend of Mine, Stephanie Tromly

A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray

Rebel Angels, Libba Bray

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling *

The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray

Beautiful, Christina Lauren

My Sister Rosa, Justine Larbalestier

Take the Key and Lock Her Up, Ally Carter

Timekeeper, Tara Sim

The Operator, Kim Harrison

Sacrifice, Cindy Pon

Declare, Tim Powers

Zinnia, Jayne Castle

Orchid, Jayne Castle

Trouble Makes a Comeback, Stephanie Tromley

The Hogwarts Collection, JK Rowling

After Dark, Jayne Castle

After Glow, Jayne Castle

Armed and Magical, Lisa Shearin

February – 21

Of Fire and Stars, Audrey Coulthurst

Infini, Krista and Becca Ritchie

Ghost Hunter, Jayne Castle

The Ghoul Vendetta, Lisa Shearin

Blood Red, Snow White, Marcus Sedgwick

Sorrow’s Knot, Erin Bow

The Infinite, Lori M Lee

A Darkly Beating Heart, Lindsay Smith

Dragon’s Bait, Vivian Vande Velde

By These Ten Bones, Clare B Dunkle

Girls on Fire, Robin Wasserman

The Trouble with Demons, Lisa Shearin

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, Mark Haddon

Magonia, Maria Dahvana Headley

Blood Vow, JR Ward

Cherry, Lindsey Rosin

The Female of the Species, Mindy McGinnis

Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn

Cousin Kate, Georgette Heyer

King’s Cage, Victoria Aveyard

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden

March – 15

The Black Dagger Brotherhood: An Insider’s Guide, JR Ward

Before the Fall, Noah Hawley

The Killer in Me, Margot Harrison

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, JK Rowling*

Bewitched and Betrayed, Lisa Shearin

Difficult Women, Roxanne Gay

Our Own Private Universe, Robin Talley

One Blood Ruby, Melissa Marr

The Swan Riders, Erin Bow

Passenger, Alexandra Bracken

Silver Master, Jayne Castle

Dark Light, Jayne Castle

Etched in Bone, Anne Bishop

Cowboys Are My Weakness, Pam Houston

Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor

April – 13

Aerie, Maria Dahvana Headley

Into the Fire, Jeaniene Frost

Obsidian Prey, Jayne Castle

Midnight Crystal, Jayne Castle

Canyons of Night, Jayne Castle

A Conjuring of Light, Victoria Schwab

Listen to the Moon, Rose Lerner

Beheld, Alex Flynn

Wayfarer, Alexnadra Bracken

The Song Rising, Samantha Shannon

Silence Fallen, Patricia Briggs

Because of the Sun, Jenny Torres Sanchez

The Hating Game, Sally Thorne

May – 19

Big Little Lies, Lianne Mortiarty

Crown Duel, Sherwood Smith

Spindle, EK Johnston

Always and Forever, Lara Jean, Jenny Han

The Bone Witch, Rin Chupeco

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling*

Empress of a Thousand Skies, Rhoda Belleza

The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner*

The Queen of Attolia, Megan Whalen Turner

The King of Attolia, Megan Whalen Turner

A Conspiracy of Kings, Megan Whalen Turner

Thick as Thieves, Megan Whalen Turner

Tales of the Peculiar, Ransom Riggs

It Ends with Us, Colleen Hoover

Hunted, Meagan Spooner

The Chosen, JR Ward

The Girl from Everywhere, Heidi Heilig

Lord of Shadows, Cassandra Clare

A Crown of Wishes, Roshani Chokshi

June – 23

Girl Out of Water, Laura

Radio Silence, Alice Oseman

The Lost Night, Jayne Castle

Caraval, Stephanie Garber

Cold-Hearted Rake, Lisa Kleypas

Starfall, Melissa Landers

Marrying Winterbourne, Lisa Kleypas

How to Be a Person in the World, Heather Havrilesky

Devil in Spring, Lisa Kleypas

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling*

Stranger in My Arms, Lisa Kleypas

Grunt, Mary Roach

Again the Magic, Lisa Kleypas

The Hate U Give, Angie Thomas

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Sarah J Maas

The Cold Eye, Laura Anne Gilman

Secrets of a Summer’s Night, Lisa Kleypas

It Happened One Autumn, Lisa Kleypas

The Devil in Winter, Lisa Kleypas

A Scandal in Spring, Lisa Kleypas

Stiff, Mary Roach*

Damaged Like Us, Krista and Becca Ritchie

Deception Cove, Jayne Ann Krentz

July – 19

White Hot, Ilona Andrews

Now I Rise, Kiersten White

The Distance Between Us, Kasie West

As You Wish, Cary Elwes*

Wintersong, S Jae Jones

Our Dark Duet, Victoria Schwab

A Wallflower Christmas, Lisa Kleypas

The Hot Zone, Jayne Castle

Not Your Sidekick, CB Lee

All-American Girl, Meg Cabot

Indigo, Beverly Jenkins

Mine Till Midnight, Lisa Kleypas

Unnatural Deeds, Cyn Balog

Avenged, Amy Tintera

The Upside of Unrequited, Becky Albertalli

Seduce Me at Sunrise, Lisa Kleypas

Tempt Me at Twilight, Lisa Kleypas

The People We Hate at the Wedding, Grant Ginder

The Ship Beyond Time, Heidi Heilig

August – 15

History is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera

Love in the Afternoon, Lisa Kleypas

Frogkisser! Garth Nix

Dating You, Hating You, Christina Lauren

Wildfire, Ilona Andrews

Swarm, Scott Westerfeld et al

Split the Sun, Tessa Elwood

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue, Mackenzi Lee

Night Hawk, Beverley Jenkins

Unleashed, Sophie Jordan

Masquerade, Laura Lam

The Wish Granter, CJ Redwine

In Other Lands, Sarah Rees Brennan

Married by Morning, Lisa Kleypas

Gem and Dixie, Sara Zarr

September – 14

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, JK Rowling et al

The Angel of Losses, Stephanie Feldman

David, Johnny Worthen

Down Among the Sticks and Bones, Seanan McGuire

Carve the Mark, Veronica Roth

Slammed, Colleen Hoover

Silver Silence, Nalini Singh

Genuine Fraud, E Lockhart

Girl Mans Up, ME Girard

Dreaming of You, Lisa Kleypas

Crazy Rich Asians, Kevin Kwan

Then Came You, Lisa Kleypas

When Dimple Met Rishi, Sandhya Menon

Topaz, Beverley Jenkins

October – 15

Vanguard, Ann Aguirre

The Pearl Thief, Elizabeth Wein

The Ruby in the Smoke, Philip Pullman

The Debt, Karina Halle

Point of Retreat, Colleen Hoover

Crystal Storm, Morgan Rhodes

The Courtesan Duchess, Joanna Shupe

The Harlot Countess, Joanna Shupe

The Lady Hellion, Joanna Shupe

Turtles All the Way Down, John Green

Good Behavior, Blake Crouch

Sunshine, Robin McKinley

Warcross, Marie Lu

Someone to Watch Over Me, Lisa Kleypas

Lovers Like Us, Krista and Becca Ritchie

November – 26

The Scorpio Races, Maggie Stiefvater

Tower of Dawn, Sarah J Maas

Iron Cast, Destiny Soria

Lady Sophia’s Lover, Lisa Kleypas

Worth Any Price, Lisa Kleypas

Where’s My Hero? Kisa Kleypas et al

Roar, Cora Carmack

Somewhere I’ll Find You, Lisa Kleypas

China Rich Girlfriend, Kevin Kwan

Less, Andrew Sean Greer

Because You’re Mine, Lisa Kleypas

All the Dirty Parts, Daniel Handler

Jane, Unlimited, Kristin Cashore

Where Dreams Begin, Lisa Kleypas

The Shadow in the North, Philip Pullman

In the Wreckage, Hailey Turner

10% Happier, Dan Harris

Archangel’s Viper, Nalini Singh

Suddenly You, Lisa Kleypas

The Possible, Tara Altebrando

In the Ruins, Hailey Turner

Before the Devil Breaks You, Libba Bray

Ringer, Lauren Oliver

When Strangers Marry, Lisa Kleypas

Terminal Alliance, Jim Hines

Only with Your Love, Lisa Kleypas

December – 27

The Way I Used to Be, Amber Smith

Want, Cindy Pon

Midnight Angel, Lisa Kleypas

Rich People Problems, Kevin Kwan

Dress Codes for Small Towns, Courtney Stevens

Prince of Dreams, Lisa Kleypas

In the Shadows, Hailey Turner

The Knowing, Sharon Cameron

Release, Patrick Ness

A Line in the Dark, Malinda Lo

Love, Come to Me, Lisa Kleypas

Con and Conjure, Lisa Shearin

Always Hungry? David Ludwig

One Dark Throne, Kendare Blake

In the Blood, Hailey Turner

Rosemary and Rue, Seanan McGuire

The Language of Thorns, Leigh Bardugo

Heat Wave, Karina Halle

Far From the Tree, Robin Benway

All Spell Breaks Loose, Lisa Shearin

The Girl in the Tower, Katherine Arden

A Local Habitation, Seanan McGuire

An Artificial Night, Seanan McGuire

Late Eclipses, Seanan McGuire

One Salt Sea, Seanan McGuire

Wedding Bells, Magic Spells, Lisa Shearin

The Omnivore’s Dilemma, Michael Pollan