#the wandering inn volume 7

[th0rn-ghost]

Making memes to deal with my tears prt 2

[lesmislettersdaily]

The Traveller On His Arrival Takes Precautions For Departure

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 7: The Champmathieu Affair; Chapter 7: The Traveller On His Arrival Takes Precautions For Departure

It was nearly eight o’clock in the evening when the cart, which we left on the road, entered the porte-cochère of the Hotel de la Poste in Arras; the man whom we have been following up to this moment alighted from it, responded with an abstracted air to the attentions of the people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands led the little white horse to the stable; then he opened the door of a billiard-room which was situated on the ground floor, sat down there, and leaned his elbows on a table; he had taken fourteen hours for the journey which he had counted on making in six; he did himself the justice to acknowledge that it was not his fault, but at bottom, he was not sorry.

The landlady of the hotel entered.

“Does Monsieur wish a bed? Does Monsieur require supper?”

He made a sign of the head in the negative.

“The stableman says that Monsieur’s horse is extremely fatigued.”

Here he broke his silence.

“Will not the horse be in a condition to set out again to-morrow morning?”

“Oh, Monsieur! he must rest for two days at least.”

He inquired:—

“Is not the posting-station located here?”

“Yes, sir.”

The hostess conducted him to the office; he showed his passport, and inquired whether there was any way of returning that same night to M. sur M. by the mail-wagon; the seat beside the post-boy chanced to be vacant; he engaged it and paid for it. “Monsieur,” said the clerk, “do not fail to be here ready to start at precisely one o’clock in the morning.”

This done, he left the hotel and began to wander about the town.

He was not acquainted with Arras; the streets were dark, and he walked on at random; but he seemed bent upon not asking the way of the passers-by. He crossed the little river Crinchon, and found himself in a labyrinth of narrow alleys where he lost his way. A citizen was passing along with a lantern. After some hesitation, he decided to apply to this man, not without having first glanced behind and in front of him, as though he feared lest some one should hear the question which he was about to put.

“Monsieur,” said he, “where is the court-house, if you please.”

“You do not belong in town, sir?” replied the bourgeois, who was an oldish man; “well, follow me. I happen to be going in the direction of the court-house, that is to say, in the direction of the hotel of the prefecture; for the court-house is undergoing repairs just at this moment, and the courts are holding their sittings provisionally in the prefecture.”

“Is it there that the Assizes are held?” he asked.

“Certainly, sir; you see, the prefecture of to-day was the bishop’s palace before the Revolution. M. de Conzié, who was bishop in ’82, built a grand hall there. It is in this grand hall that the court is held.”

On the way, the bourgeois said to him:—

“If Monsieur desires to witness a case, it is rather late. The sittings generally close at six o’clock.”

When they arrived on the grand square, however, the man pointed out to him four long windows all lighted up, in the front of a vast and gloomy building.

“Upon my word, sir, you are in luck; you have arrived in season. Do you see those four windows? That is the Court of Assizes. There is light there, so they are not through. The matter must have been greatly protracted, and they are holding an evening session. Do you take an interest in this affair? Is it a criminal case? Are you a witness?”

He replied:—

“I have not come on any business; I only wish to speak to one of the lawyers.”

“That is different,” said the bourgeois. “Stop, sir; here is the door where the sentry stands. You have only to ascend the grand staircase.”

He conformed to the bourgeois’s directions, and a few minutes later he was in a hall containing many people, and where groups, intermingled with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there.

It is always a heart-breaking thing to see these congregations of men robed in black, murmuring together in low voices, on the threshold of the halls of justice. It is rare that charity and pity are the outcome of these words. Condemnations pronounced in advance are more likely to be the result. All these groups seem to the passing and thoughtful observer so many sombre hives where buzzing spirits construct in concert all sorts of dark edifices.

This spacious hall, illuminated by a single lamp, was the old hall of the episcopal palace, and served as the large hall of the palace of justice. A double-leaved door, which was closed at that moment, separated it from the large apartment where the court was sitting.

The obscurity was such that he did not fear to accost the first lawyer whom he met.

“What stage have they reached, sir?” he asked.

“It is finished,” said the lawyer.

“Finished!”

This word was repeated in such accents that the lawyer turned round.

“Excuse me sir; perhaps you are a relative?”

“No; I know no one here. Has judgment been pronounced?”

“Of course. Nothing else was possible.”

“To penal servitude?”

“For life.”

He continued, in a voice so weak that it was barely audible:—

“Then his identity was established?”

“What identity?” replied the lawyer. “There was no identity to be established. The matter was very simple. The woman had murdered her child; the infanticide was proved; the jury threw out the question of premeditation, and she was condemned for life.”

“So it was a woman?” said he.

“Why, certainly. The Limosin woman. Of what are you speaking?”

“Nothing. But since it is all over, how comes it that the hall is still lighted?”

“For another case, which was begun about two hours ago.”

“What other case?”

“Oh! this one is a clear case also. It is about a sort of blackguard; a man arrested for a second offence; a convict who has been guilty of theft. I don’t know his name exactly. There’s a bandit’s phiz for you! I’d send him to the galleys on the strength of his face alone.”

“Is there any way of getting into the court-room, sir?” said he.

“I really think that there is not. There is a great crowd. However, the hearing has been suspended. Some people have gone out, and when the hearing is resumed, you might make an effort.”

“Where is the entrance?”

“Through yonder large door.”

The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, almost simultaneously, almost intermingled with each other, all possible emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced his heart like needles of ice and like blades of fire. When he saw that nothing was settled, he breathed freely once more; but he could not have told whether what he felt was pain or pleasure.

He drew near to many groups and listened to what they were saying. The docket of the session was very heavy; the president had appointed for the same day two short and simple cases. They had begun with the infanticide, and now they had reached the convict, the old offender, the “return horse.” This man had stolen apples, but that did not appear to be entirely proved; what had been proved was, that he had already been in the galleys at Toulon. It was that which lent a bad aspect to his case. However, the man’s examination and the depositions of the witnesses had been completed, but the lawyer’s plea, and the speech of the public prosecutor were still to come; it could not be finished before midnight. The man would probably be condemned; the attorney-general was very clever, and never missed his culprits; he was a brilliant fellow who wrote verses.

An usher stood at the door communicating with the hall of the Assizes. He inquired of this usher:—

“Will the door be opened soon, sir?”

“It will not be opened at all,” replied the usher.

“What! It will not be opened when the hearing is resumed? Is not the hearing suspended?”

“The hearing has just been begun again,” replied the usher, “but the door will not be opened again.”

“Why?”

“Because the hall is full.”

“What! There is not room for one more?”

“Not another one. The door is closed. No one can enter now.”

The usher added after a pause: “There are, to tell the truth, two or three extra places behind Monsieur le Président, but Monsieur le Président only admits public functionaries to them.”

So saying, the usher turned his back.

He retired with bowed head, traversed the antechamber, and slowly descended the stairs, as though hesitating at every step. It is probable that he was holding counsel with himself. The violent conflict which had been going on within him since the preceding evening was not yet ended; and every moment he encountered some new phase of it. On reaching the landing-place, he leaned his back against the balusters and folded his arms. All at once he opened his coat, drew out his pocket-book, took from it a pencil, tore out a leaf, and upon that leaf he wrote rapidly, by the light of the street lantern, this line: M. Madeleine, Mayor of M. sur M.; then he ascended the stairs once more with great strides, made his way through the crowd, walked straight up to the usher, handed him the paper, and said in an authoritative manner:—

“Take this to Monsieur le Président.”

The usher took the paper, cast a glance upon it, and obeyed.

[halomancer]

Can’t sleep. Have some random facts about me.

I drink a 12-pack of Mountain Dew every week (plus a couple of the energy drinks)

I’m a tea snob. My favorite right now is a vintage 2013 pu-ehr

I hate Styrofoam with a burning passion. Bad feeling. Bad sound. Bad pollution. Only good use is Napalm when you’re bored on New Year’s Eve

I’m dating the vocalist of a death metal band

My favorite Twitch streamer is Kwite

I’ve read up to Volume 8 of The Wandering Inn (somewhere around 7 million words!)

Jigsaw puzzles cause INSTANT hyperfocus for me— I once finished a 1000-piece in a single sitting. My proudest moment was completing a 1000-piece monochromatic white puzzle in under 3 months

I own an air fryer

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

FF VII - Sephiroth Headcanons | #10

I am an awful HuMaN and did a NSFW alphabet for Sephiroth. If you want other characters you can always request some!! (I can also do the fluff version if you want as well!!)

WARNING: NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they are like after sex)

After a long night of sweat-filled passion, he will leave the bed shortly after to take a shower, leave you to recover from your shaking and trembling limbs. To catch your breath, let the small bruises on your hips ease from pain while he’s absent. When he returns he’ll let his fingers wander aimlessly on your skin, curl in your hair as you drift to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself are his hands. He loves being able to grab you in the dead of night, his fingers dragging themselves on your skin, letting the knuckles linger between your thighs a little longer than necessary. They also allow him to savor how you quiver underneath him.

His favorite body part on you happen to be your neck/shoulders. How his lips graze your collarbone, leaving little bruises from his bites and the wet trails of his tongue. The salty sweat that coats and shimmers in the night. Perfection in his eyes.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I am a disgusting person)

He doesn’t cum inside, mainly to keep himself from starting a family, but he does love to live a little dangerously, and sometimes that means riding you until he’s on the brink of completion. Only then will he cum, right alongside your dripping inner thigh, leaving a thick white trail against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Doesn’t like to cuddle but won’t mind having you underneath his arms. The sweet scent of your shampoo or the lingering of your perfume reminds him of something familiar, and he loves the idea that you’re close enough to smell it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

With places like the Honeybee Inn open, any man with enough gil can build up experience. Sephiroth was never a fan of those types of clubs, but mixed with his array of fans and groupies, he’s had a load of time and an arsenal of tricks. From orgasm denial, the perfect flick of his tongue against you clit, the kissing, the touch, how he teases you in the night, you can thank his years of being an upper rank of SOLDIER for those incredible skills.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

(No visual). Any position where he is the dominant member, where he can see how your face contorts and reacts towards his movements. How when his tongue trails down your folds, the gasps you let out, the way you squirm as your mouth parts for a quiet moan. But sometimes, he’ll bend you over a counter, watching your back flex and your shoulders heave as he inserts himself inside you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Sephiroth has a sense of humor, dry and uninteresting, but humor none the less. When he makes you cum a senseless amount of times, he’ll leave the room with the corner of his lips barely upright in a smirk.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.).

Much like his eyelashes, Sephiroth’s most intimate areas are decorated in dark hair. So, in his case, the carpets do not match the drapes. But he likes to be polished, well-kept, and clean throughout his body, and that includes down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Sephiroth well get lost in the moment sometimes. The shot of adrenaline, the dopamine and serotonin coaxing his brain, he’ll take a few minutes before he’s back to reality. But the small moments, like leaving a soft kiss upon your shoulder, or how you sometimes whisper in his skin. The most mundane moments tend to be his favorite.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Sephiroth isn’t much for touching himself. If he’s ever desperate he can go outside and have a hoard of people to choose from, and he wouldn’t ever need to resort to imagining. But he will get hard once in a while over the wildest things. Mainly because they remind him of you, and then it drastically changes to you, naked, lying in bed waiting for him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Orgasm denial. Loves hearing you beg. But sometimes he’ll let his fingers curl around your neck, suppressing the blood as you moan underneath his fingers. Especially when you’re sprawled on top a counter, him behind, his lips running across your shoulder blade, leaving whispers in your ear as you struggle to breath.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. Cliché, but he’s most comfortable inside the walls of his bedroom. But sometimes, if it is an emergency, he’ll go as far as touching you throughout the house. Especially over the kitchen counter, where he can push you into the cold granite as he grinds you from behind.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes it can be the most random of things. You wear a too large shirt, underwear showing? He’ll imagine your clothes on the floor. The taps of your shoes, heels or not, he can’t help but think how’d you look with nothing but those pairs of shoes on. How you apply your lipstick? The curve of your fingers, better believe he’ll think of something. The boy is just entranced with everything you do and he can make anything sexual if he so wanted to.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything outside his usual kinks. So blood, bathroom play, not his style, He’ll also hate it if you try to force yourself on him when he’s not in the mood. Usually you can coax him into touching you, or even teasing you, but when he’s back from a particularly awful mission don’t expect much from him. He wouldn’t even let you touch him in platonic ways.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As I said before, Sephiroth loves giving you oral simply because it’s the best way to tease you. Slow and carefully, making sure you know he’s waiting until you come underneath his tongue. But receiving? Boy cannot catch a break. Sharp intakes of breath, his fingers curling in your hair as you go down on him. When finished, he’ll wrap his fingers around your jaw, pulling you up towards him to continue the fun.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sephiroth is the type who will do the exact opposite of what you’re asking for. Want something rough and hard, something that will prevent you from walking the next morning? Sephiroth will go as slow as fucking possible. Simply to bring you on the edge of begging and tears as you try to tell him what you really want. But when you want something passionate and slow, he’ll finger you until you explode. Whimper and beg all you want, but he just wants to get on your nerves.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sephiroth doesn’t mind the idea of having a quick trip in the bathroom. Especially if you’re the one brave enough to tease him. But be warned, these don’t usually end well for you. He’ll tease you until you can’t walk, barely getting you to the edge before he stops completely.   

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sephiroth is a planner, most of the time, so if he does take risks, it’s been plotted in his brain for weeks at that point. Some of the biggest risks he’ll take is grabbing you and fucking you in a closet in Shinra headquarters. The adrenaline of someone coming in any time is exhilarating. Also, don’t forget Sephiroth is a 1st class SOLDIER with his own personal office. He’ll toss you over his desk and make you whine if he so wanted to.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Maybe it’s the Jenova cells, maybe it’s the mako, but all SOLDIER have stamina built up for days. Sephiroth included, more so than any of his fellow workers. He can last for hours simply because that’s how well he’s in control, and even after everything is said and done, he can go for round two if you’re willing.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably not interested in the toys personally, but he found out you had some stashed somewhere, he’ll take the time to watch how you react to them touching your body. The vibrator coaxing you clit, how you flinch and quiver.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sephiroth is teasing master. He’ll ride you until your core is just about to unwind before he’ll stop touching you completely. Finger you until your legs go numb, whispering the most vile things he wants to do to you right before you have a call or leave for work. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sephiroth is quiet. But don’t be mistaken, if his mouth is close to your ear, you’ll hear the deep utter growls coming from the back of his throat. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sephiroth will go as far as making you wait days until you can released. Simply because he wants to make sure you’re always waiting for him. But oh boy, when he’ finally in the mood to let you go, it’s going to be better than the last. Sometimes he’ll go as far as calling in for “personal” days in Shinra just to have some fun with you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Again, whether this is because of his superior genetic makeup, or Jenova cells, or the combination of all of it, Sephiroth proudly sports a six-inch, circumcised penis. While erected, between 7-8 inches of raw girth that fits nicely between your walls.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not as high as you think. He’s not constantly in the mood. Mixed with Shinra duties and SOLDIER, his schedule is constantly busy. So when he’s in the mood, take the chance, because it might not happen again for awhile. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Sephiroth takes a while to fall asleep. Mainly because with the ongoing brain functions mixed with dopamine and adrenaline running through his system, he’s a little more energized. So he’ll take the time to go take a relaxing shower, which you’re welcome to join. But in the end, he’ll settle right back beside you.

[skgway]

1823 Aug., Fri. 29

6

10 55/60

Very comfortable bed, and slept well till 5 20/60, at which time it was raining heavily downstairs and in the stable at 7 1/4 everything ready, but it rained so much (began at 3 1/2 they said and was incessant till after 9) I determined to stay breakfast, and set off at 9 or 10 – 

Took upMog’s edition of Patterson’s roads published London 1822. Saw Shibden hall inserted according to the letter I wrote mentioning its situation – Then took up volume 1 Miss Benger’s life of Mary Queen of Scots and read the first 50 pages. 

Sat down to breakfast (boiled milk and hot rolls) at 8 1/2 – It just then occurred to me that the last time I was in this room (the ground floor parlour on the left entering the Bridgewater) was with M– [Mariana] on the night of the 9th of March 1816. 

A host of reflections crowded on me – I felt the tear starting and my heart grow sick. ‘How foolish,’ said I, then sank into the thought that my knowing her had perhaps been the ruin of my health and happiness. She has not the heart to suit me. Perhaps I should not be happy with [her], yet almost foolish, [w/c]ould not be so without. I had almost said, ‘Oh, that I had not a heart,’ but God be merciful to me a sinner, and enable me to fix it. Here alone true joys are to be found. 

How very little π [Mariana] guesses what passes within me. I do not blame her. Heaven has not given her that sweet sensibilit soul of the soul after which my spirit panteth, likes the hart after the water brook and than which nothing less can satisfy a romantic and the enthusiastic mind like mine. To π [Mariana], if I shewed myself more openly I should be an enigma. She could not understand. We have not much fellowship in feeling, yet am I attached to her. Alas, I see more and more plainly, too deeply for my own happiness. 

Were I to tell her the effect of this three step business, she could not comprehend it. She would think it perhaps unforgivingness of temper rather than that wound at heart which festers unseen. It has taught me that tho she loves me, it is without that beautiful romance of sentiment that all my soul desires. But mine are not affections to be returned in this world. Oh that I could turn them with virtuous enthusiasm to that being who gave them. 

O Mary, Mary! You have enticed me with the glimpse of happiness and my heart has pursued the ignis fatuus till retreat is impossible or vain – But no more –

Left Manchester at 9 25/60 (the roads very heavy with the rain) and stopt at the Wellington Inn, Rochdale, at 11 35/60 – Fair the 1st 7 miles but rained the last 4 (of the 11 Manchester to Rochdale) – Went into the stable for a minute or 2, then sat down and mused and wrote all the above of today which took me till 12 3/4 (Shibden). Took a little nap – Had ordered George to let us be off in 2 hours but he was out, and 25 minutes beyond his time, and we were not off till 2 –

From 2 55/60 to 3 1/2 walked, and made George lead Caradoc, from the mound and while rails across the valley (perhaps 1/2 mile on this side of Littlebro’) to the Inn at the top of Blackstone edge – Stopt there 5 minutes and gave Caradoc some oatmeal and water – Then pursued our journey, and got home in 3 3/4 hours at 5 3/4, i.e. just before it struck 6 by the kitchen clock –

It rained pretty smartly all the time we were at Rochdale till about the last 1/2 hour when it cleared up and we had no rain afterwards – A fine evening too – My father and Marian called after tea and staid about an hour –

Told my uncle and aunt Mr. Simmons thought he could cure me, but could answer for it better if I was in Manchester under his own eye for 2 or 3 weeks – My aunt wanted me to give up going to Scarbro’ and York, and go to Manchester immediately – This I, of course, decline, saying I may perhaps be able to do without going to M– [Mariana] at all –

Barometer at changeable or rather above Fahrenheit 57º at 9 p.m. at which hour came up to bed – Put by my things etc. and wrote the last 9 lines of today – 4 letters waited my arrival –

Nothing can be better done than the new road from Littlebro’ to the top of Blackstone edge – From the very foot of the hill to about 100 yards from the Inn at the top are 15 white-painted black-capped stone posts as guides, I suppose, when the road is covered with snow – They were 149 strides apart (supposing them to be as as they look, at equal distances) perhaps these 149 strides might be about 100 yards or not much more –

It was at the 14th stone that I met M– [Mariana] last Tuesday week – This struck me forcibly – I had been thinking of the thing before – Indeed not a day scarcely an hour has passed since it happened, without its occuring to me in 1 shape or other – Oh! that I could forget it altogether – But I know and feel this cannot be – My memory is too obstinate for me –

3 of the letters came yesterday from M– [Mariana] (York); from Miss Vallance (Sittingbourne) and from Radford the Tailor (“ 27 Piccadilly removed from 188 Fleet street London”) the other letter (from Radford acknowledging the receipt of the draft) came this morning –

M– [Mariana]’s letter (2 1/4 pages hurried) written the very day (Wednesday) my letter to her would get to Scarbro’, on which day she seems to have been setting off for that place, having waited to take her father and mother within the carriage Eliza and Lou on the box and the 2 little Whites and her and Watson her servants in a hack chaise – Mrs. B– [Belcombe] seized with Cholera morbus on Sunday “which alarmed us much for a few hours, but it soon subsided”.... “however she is quite well” – Dr. B– [Belcombe] 

“in very low spirits about himself and I really think there is much cause even now to feel alarmed about him – His mind seems to have suffered, and when there is anything to be done he seems quite bewildered” –

M – [Mariana] not quite so well as she was – The moorgame arrived safe on Sunday – Dr. B– [Belcombe] appeared pleased with the attention – M– [Mariana] was to have written on Tuesday “but Bell came over and nothing could be done” –

3 pages crossed and the ends from Miss V– [Vallance] I must write to her very soon – She says my last is dated 14 February –

“Does your remembrance of your confiding friend ever cross your mind? Has her fate ceased to interest? Is her form forgotten? Her faults and sorrows faded from from your heart?” …. 

I must write – She is still in a very bad state of health – Gives a high character of her brother William’s bride – vide the latter 1/2 the crossing of page 2 and the former 1/2 of page 1 vide page 2 

“Memory often carried me to Langton – and recalls our wandering to Birdsall, the wold etc. etc. ...... those steps so well remembered, so fondly recorded in my bosom”.... 

Flll [full] well i remember my style of conversations. Does she too? Is it not evident she will listen again and grant all I ask as before? – At page 3

 “I hope to see Langton at no very distant time and I hope most earnestly to see you there” –

Surely the crossing above referred intelli[gi]bly marks her preference towards me and might warrant my taking gently any liberties I chose. She says, or strongly insinuates, that she and I think and feel more in unison than I suppose. Surely this is no cold water on anything that has passed between us – I have always maintained a lady cannot love sufficiently a second time. It is respecting this she owns my opinion, “founded on a knowledge of human nature in general” but consider herself an exception –

Radford’s 1st letter is to acknowledge the receipt of my 1st…. 

“as our business is conducted solely on the principle of ready money we cannot send goods to strangers in the country without 1st receiving a remittance to amount of ordered goods” … 

Strangers is in the original, strange ladies in the country – Referred to their “order book” and found my measure etc. etc. I could not help laughing –

The 2nd letter a respectful acknowledgment of the draft – The coat to be sent by “the York coach that leaves the Golden and Saturday morning at six” that I am expected to have it early on Sunday morning –

vide line 23 the last page the weather, what kept me up so long etc. – E [two dots, treating venereal complaint] O [one dot, signifying little discharge] A lit[t]le not much –

[sideways in margin] Rochdale

[headoverhiddles]

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You, your boyfriend Brian, and his best friend Jeordie are forced by lack of finances to share a hotel room one night while Brian's band performs in Miami Beach. You two have to be quiet not to wake Jeordie...

Notes: Set during Spooky Kids era!! Partially inspired by this video. **Twiggy wasn't a part of the band at this point in time, but fuck it. I wanted to include him.

July 17, 1992.

"I've got... thirteen dollars."

Everyone (aka you, Brian and Jeordie) is sitting around in a circle on Jeordie's messy living room floor.

You and your boyfriend look over to the bassist.

"Thirteen?" Brian sputters, "You stupid fucker, you had 500 dollars last night. Where the hell'd all that go, up your ass?"

Jeordie picks at a hangnail. "Hookers and blow." He begins to pat his leg, drumming a beat. "We should make that a song..."

"We have better things to sing about than hookers and blow," Brian snaps.

"I don't know, I think it'd go with your whole theme," you tease, resting your head on his shoulder. Brian glances down, gaze softening fondly as his fingers thread with yours.

"Yeah, says the girl who probably encouraged him to burn our valuable hotel money on dumb shit last night."

You giggle. "I promise, I had nothing to do with it. Besides, I was with you last night, remember?" Brian smirks, recalling the record you two set.

"Yeah. I remember making you come a bunch of times. What was the challenge again?"

"I dared you to make me come more times than my vibrator could in one night."

"Mmm, and did I pass?"

"With flying colours."

Jeordie whistles, then tries to flip one of the coins from the pooling pile on the floor. It pings off something then disappears into the pit that is his studio apartment.

"Twelve seventy five," Jeordie corrects, staring sadly behind him at the lost quarter. Brian shakes his head, scratching through his hair.

"Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do?! This is a huge stop on the tour. Daisy, Pogo, and Sarah are already there, and the Spooky Kids can't afford to cancel this show because we're... fuckin broke hobos!"

"I'm not a hobo..." Jeordie whispers, watching an ant crawl across his toe. Brian scrapes up some bills to count again, painted fingernails a blur as he shells them out. You count your own too, nodding.

"Okay. I've got 210. Together with your 600... we should have enough for airfare and hotel room, for one night."

Jeordie gives a punched out snort-laugh, staring at the ceiling like it's about to cave in. "Yeah, for one shared room between the three of us."

You and Brian look at each other, shrugging. Jeordie hesitates, then looks at you two in distress.

"Awww."

So, the next day, after successfully making it to the next stop on the Spooky Kids' tour by way of crappy budget airline, you get to the hotel to check in before the show. It's not awful-- it's a pretty good motel, at least.

"I can't wait til we can afford a tour bus," Brian growls miserably, flopping down on one of the double beds. It shoots his lanky body up four feet off the bed as the overly-loaded springs catapult him, and you double over with laughter. Though he looks ready to murder, your laugh is infectious, and Brian starts to chuckle too.

"What the fuck is this?" He goes on, picking up a towel folded into a swan. He turns it around, and pretends to stick his dick into it, humping it as he waddles around the room.

"It's a swan," Jeordie smiles, face smushed into his own bed opposite yours, "I requested the towels be made into pretty swans for us."

"Yeah?" Brian discards the towel in a heap. " Did you also request little chocolates be left on our pillow every night, princess?"

"Dammit. I knew I forgot something."

"Why did we let Jeordie book this?" you groan. "We all know I'm the responsible mom here."

"I beg to differ," Brian says, crawling over top of you and securing his stringbean limbs around you like a giant spider. "I'm more of a mom than you." You giggle.

"Says the man who just pretended to fuck a towel swan."

"What do you mean pretended? That slutty motherfucker's got my jizz all over him, he was begging for it." Brian grins, collapsing on top of you, and you shriek as he attacks you with kisses.

"Go put your makeup on, or you'll be late getting on stage! Then nobody'll ever know who the Spooky Kids are, and your career will never take off, all because you wanted to fuck your girlfriend. Again."

"I'll just tell the bouncers we were busy with hookers and blow, like proper rockstars," Brian murmurs, sucking a hicky into your neck. "They'll buy anything people like us feed em."

"Hookers and blow?" Jeordie perks up, turning to you two.

"No," you and your boyfriend both say at the same time.

Brian does his makeup with a little help from you, and Jeordie does as well. Brian's lower face is covered in red lipstick, and he’s got his striped pink and black leggings on, with an unbuttoned vest and a cat in the hat top hat on his head, long hair brushed out and down to his waist. Jeordie's got one of his green ragdoll dresses on, dreads done up in pigtails.

You three meet up with the other band members, all dressed and ready for the show as well, and you can immediately tell Brian is slipping into his stage persona when he tells the bouncer to go fuck himself on a butcher knife after being asked for ID. (You display the IDs you've got in your purse with many apologies after your boyfriend and his delinquent band waltz in like they own the place, despite the fact that they're only the opening act.)

You stand in the front row of the make-do mosh pit of the dive bar, all big smiles and support. Despite what your family warns you, you have the utmost faith in Brian and his aspirations, and even though he's got an absolute clusterfuck of personalities making up the band behind him, it's a wild wonder of a musical act, and you just know the five of them are gonna go places someday.

"Good evening, all you crazy motherfuckers here in Miami Beach," Brian points out to the crowd, "Let's fuck shit up!" Their opener, Thrift, leads to Lucy In The Sky With Demons, then eventually to everyone's apparent favourite, if the cheering is any guage-- Lunchbox. You like that song too, bouncing around and screaming for it like one of the fans for the night. Brian keeps looking at you, and halfway through the song, he pulls you up on stage, obscenely groping his hands all over your breasts and sucking on them through your bra. You don't mind-- you make a show of moaning, squeezing them together, until you eventually slap him off, wag your finger, and slip back into the crowd, to the laughter and heckles from the crowd.

The show goes later than expected due to the enthusiasm of the crowd. After the show, everyone hung around the bar for a bit too, drinking a couple beers and doing a few lines of coke to mingle with any ego-stroking fans or labels that may have been scouting. 

The guys are still all riding the high of the adrenaline and drugs, but it's 3 in the morning now, and since you three have not only one shared suitcase and one shared hotel room but one shared brain cell as well, you all decided it would be a good idea to book a 7 am flight home.

Well. Blame it on it being the most affordable return time.

Once you get back to the room, some Judas Priest is cranked on the tinny room radio because "fuck the other hotel guests, I'm Marilyn Manson", and the air guitars are broken out.

Brian inspects himself in the mirror, making Herculean poses and sticking his tongue out grotesquely, checking for warts or something. He pinches his nipples, scratching down his pale torso.

"I need more tattoos."

"The ones you have now are rad," you mention, kicking off your shoes, "But a few more would make you look even more badass."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I already wouldn't want to fuck with you. More tattoos? I'd be terrified."

"I thought you were already terrified. You scream every time you see my cock."

"That's cause it's so big..." You playfully lick your lips.

"Yeah? You wanna suck it?" Brian unzips his pants. "Wanna suck on it, baby?"

"I wanna get into bed, is what I want to do," you yawn, peeling your top off and tossing it at Jeordie. Jeordie catches it and dutifully slingshots it into your great big shared suitcase. The neighboring hotel room tenants bang on the wall, mumbling something bitterly incoherent about turning the music down.

"I will kick down your door and skullfuck you, you entitled asshole!" Brian shouts back. The pounding stops abruptly, and you question how you haven't been arrested yet.

"Seriously, I think it's time for bed though," Jeordie mumbles, crawling under his covers like an elderly cat. He jumps and frowns at something on the wall, something you're glad you can't see. 

"Fine, grandpa," Brian rolls his eyes, and kills the volume on the rock station.

Five minutes later, you come out of the bathroom in one of Brian's oversized Black Sabbath T-shirts, and run a hand through your hair, walking over to get into bed with Brian. He's still scrubbing some of the eyeliner at the sink, and you beckon him. 

"Come here. I wanna cuddle."

Brian grunts, and rubs his face once more, walking over to the door naked save for his boxer briefs to make doubly sure it's locked.

"Only space for three psychos in this room," he says, then does a barrel roll into bed, sweeping the covers over you both. The light is turned out, and Brian snuggles into you from behind, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"Bri," you whisper. He hums into your hair.

"Yeah."

You flip around to face him, your noses touching. He blinks, and you bite your lip, reaching under the covers. He bites back a moan, and you lean in to whisper. 

"I'm wet for you."

Brian immediately looks over, and tosses a pillow at his best friend's head. "Hey Jeordie, fuck off for the night."

"What? No! I'm... trying to sleep..."

"The one night he decides not to get shitfaced and wander the streets," Brian sighs.

"It's no fun to do that yourself," Jeordie mopes. "Actually, that's not true. I'm just tired." 

"Fuck," Brian mutters. You two let a few seconds go by.

"Is he asleep?" you whisper.

"I think so," Brian mumbles back, then gasps as you cup him again through his underwear, reaching in with the other hand to wrap around his half-hard dick.

"(y/n), I gotta be in you," he hisses, "Fast." 

"Just... shhh..." you giggle, and he bites his lower lip, rolling on top of you under the covers. His long raven hair curtains around you, and he reaches down to pull his dick out. You wiggle your hips excitedly, holding onto his forearms, and he takes a condom off the bedside table, rolling it on. He winces at the contact, the touch of his own hand to get the rubber on enough to make him harden even more. He moans, finally pushing into you.

"O-oh..." you try to keep your voice down to a squeak. "Bri... Bri, Bri, Brian, fuck... I love your cock..."

"Call me Marilyn," he whispers.

"Hmm?"

"Call me Marilyn, I wanna hear you say it," he grunts, rocking his hips in again. He holds your wrists together above your head as his thrusts get deeper.

"God, please... fuck me harder, Marilyn," you breathe softly. His pace increases, both of you still attempting to be quiet so as not to wake your partner.

"Yeah... yeah, yeah," he whispers, "Fuck yeah, baby. You're so good for me. God, oh..."

Your eyes roll back as you smile in bliss, feeling your hands down your boyfriend's back as he does his best to make you come not in record quantity tonight, but record time.

"That feel good?"

"Uh huh..."

"Your pussy feel good now? Nice and full?"

"Yeah, oh my god. Mar... Marilyn..." You feel your orgasm coming, so you hook your feet just above his ass and smirk, thinking of something you know will do the trick. It may be dumb, but it's bound to work.

"It feels so fucking amazing getting fucked by the antichrist."

He buries his face beside your shoulder as his hips stutter, and you can feel him finish inside the condom, thrusting his hips erratically and quickly as he milks it. Each thrust is taking you closer, and you two breathe and pant together as Brian holds you, making you come with wave after wave of a gorgeous climax.

"Ah, fuck that was good," you breathe. Brian rolls off of you, depositing the condom and tucking it under his pillow. You wrinkle your nose. “Ew, man.”

"It'll make housekeeping smile. She can sell it on eBay, make more than we earn in a tour. Or she can jam it up inside her and call us for child support."

You giggle, and slap his chest lightly. He kisses you, and settles comfortably down beside you again, slipping his arms underneath yours.

"Do you think Jeordie's still asleep?" you whisper, stifling a laugh. Suddenly, a clear voice rings out. 

"If you two loud assholes think I slept through that, then you must think I'm fucking deaf," Jeordie blurts. "Assholes."

Brian starts laughing, even as his friend keeps calling him an asshole. "You're next," Brian teases, and Jeordie sighs.

"Leave me alone and let me sleep."

"Get the lube, (y/n), it's Jeordie's turn to be violated by the dirty man who broke into this hotel room, aka me."

"Fuck off!"

"Fine, fuck you, more dick for (y/n)," Brian grins, and you smile, holding him to you.

You listen to the white noise of the deteriorating air conditioner. The rhythmic rising and falling of his chest tells you he's passed out behind you, dreaming and adorable with his face pressed into the back of your neck.

You glance behind you. "Jeord, babe? Sorry for keeping you up. Really."

Jeordie just smiles. "Honestly, I was listening the whole time to see what his secret is. How do you make someone come that much? It's insane."

You giggle into the pillow, and Brian wakes up long enough to croak: "Cause I am the God of Fuck."

[crisyah]

A Guide to Webnovels

Some of you may have heard of webnovels / webfiction by now. Huge successes like Worm or The Wandering Inn have certainly not gone unnoticed by speculative fiction fans and most of us have heard whispers about that legendary site: Wattpad. Still, webnovels remain a niche product, with its audience being mostly teenagers. People might avoid them because the quality of the novels wildly vary and it takes too long to sift through so many options until you find something decent. But how is that different from looking through self-published books? Another reason is that people might simply not know where to look. Especially with webfiction guide not accepting new users, there's no other sites that list webnovels from various sources for you to look through. Or are there?

Well, buckle up, fellow speculative-ists, I'm about to help you out with finding new, free fiction that releases at a faster rate than that one book if you've waiting for for 5 years!

(Full disclosure: I am a webnovel author. You may find my name / novel pretty quickly on one of the sites I will mention in this guide because I'm on trending and high up on the dark fantasy tag there. I'm not writing all of this for self-promotion purposes, however. It honestly makes me sad to see amazing webnovels doing poorly while average ones do amazingly simply because the audience is severely skewed. This is my attempt to broaden the audience a little bit, while giving other speculative fiction fans the chance to find amazing stories and fellow authors another outlet for their creations.)Let's get into it:The cons of webnovels

Quality does vary greatly and you'll have to sift through tags and read synopsis, reviews and first chapters looking for something you like and that is a bit timeconsuming. I still think it's not much different from looking for books you might enjoy, if you search efficiently.

Novels tend to be dropped. A lot. The golden rule that everyone tends to follow is: if it's less than 20~30 chapters or 200 pages, don't touch it. Filter out everything that is on hiatus. Big yes to novels that have at least one arc / volume / book finished.

The pros of webnovels

They're almost all completely free. Authors will have patreons, paypal and ko-fi if you want to tip them or get extra rewards, but that's it. If you don't like something, you've wasted nothing but a bit of time.

Fast releases. To make their novels competitive, authors tend to release new chapters at the very least weekly, with the most common release schedule being 2~3 times a week. Some even release daily. Some, still, release several chapters a day. You can follow the novel, forget about it during the week or for a month and end up with quite a stash of chapters to binge.

Being part of something that is being created "in real time". Webnovel authors will often ask for input from their readers, have fun polls where they ask them to vote on certain things, active discord servers, etc. You can also come up with and discuss theories and character growth as the story advances. It's a livelier community than getting a book that's finished and then you just talk about a full, finished project.

Where to look for webnovels?

With webfiction guide not accepting new members, it becomes a bit harder to find an impartial list of quality webnovels. You can still look at their top webfiction guide, but you're likely to have heard about some, if not all of the authors there. So, what to do when you've read through this list already (or browsed through it and nothing caught your attention)?

Muse's Success - This is a "sister site" to webfiction guide that serves as a directory. Webnovels have to be added manually either by fans or the authors and there is a rating system, but I can't vouch for how reliable it is.

If you want to forego directories and go right to the source, however, I'd say RoyalRoad is the biggest site for speculative webfiction. Yes, Wattpad exists, but it's largely for romance (some with speculative elements, of course), but it's also a bit of a mess to navigate and it's very unkind to new authors and works more like a SNS than an actual writing site. RoyalRoad offers better options in terms of following webnovels, looking through and filtering tags, getting rid of fictions you don't want to see, etc. It's a very good platform, overall, the best of its kind, I would say. It does lack a mobile app, but that's being worked on at the moment.

The Tops and Lists

Of course, the first place most people will look at is the tops and most viewed lists on any site. Don't be surprised if you find yourself disappointed with some of these. It happens. Make sure you don't stick to the first page only.

Best Rated - As the name indicates, this is a list of the best rated novels in the entire website. Some of them are already finished and have been so for years, some are still ongoing and have been so for years. You can select the complete only and active only best rated depending on whether you're looking for completed or on-going novels, too.

Trending - This is a list of 50 fictions that are doing the best at the moment, on the site. They call them the "rising stars" because they tend to be newer fictions, but you might find some older ones there as well.

Popular This Week - Again, as the name suggests, the novels that have been most viewed and rated the past week.

These lists tend to be somewhat repetitive. If you're on the top 7 on trending, you get a lot of exposure and that makes you rise on Popular This Week and Best Rated. It's kind of a cycle. So, what to do if you're done reading everything that interested you on these?

Search Feature

Maybe you're out of more popular stuff to read and want to dive deeper. Maybe you like finding hidden gems. Maybe you want to scratch an itch for a very specific genre. Don't fear, the search feature is here. And I'm too. I'm going to link you directly to the speculative genre tag searches. All you have to do is further filter the searches for anything else specific you might want or not want, choose whether you want on-going or complete fictions, pick which content warnings you're fine with. Filter as little or as much as you like! Though I'd say to filter a little bit if you want something specific, don't filter too much or you might end up missing on awesome novels just because the author forgot to tick a box or decided to put in a gore warning for that one scene where someone gets an arm cut out.

Fantasy - Historical Fantasy - Horror Fantasy - Horror - Sci-Fi - Horror Sci Fi

Final Notes

Don't filter for completed if you want finished books but are fine with ongoing series. Authors will usually make a listing for a series but not mark it as completed until the entire thing is done.

Some webnovel authors will self-publish. If you become their patron early on, you'll be getting cool stuff, helping them on their journey and getting a free book at the end. You might even get a character named after you!

Rate, review, all that, but please be kind. A lot of webnovel authors are very young and / or just starting out. If you see a story that you absolutely despise and / or can't read, it's best to move on and click the "don't show me this novel again" button than to rate them a 0.5* and ruin their day. Did you enjoy a story, however? Splurge. Make an account (or log in with google) and slap on that 5* advance review on it.

You're gonna see a lot of, hmm, particular tropes. Don't give up. Please. For the sake of all of us that don't write them and need more readers. I'm begging you.

To paraphrase something another user said on the RR discord: "You tend to find good writing and the same boring old ideas in mainstream fiction, while webfiction is filled with original ideas and worldbuilding but the writing is sometimes not the best". I think that sums it up pretty well. If you're looking for innovative ideas while seeing and helping writers grow at the same time, give webnovels a try.

I hope this guide was useful and if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

[shibyn]

and the wind sounds like the world’s sigh

persona 4 & 5 | shiho-centric, investigation team Near the end of May, Shiho transfers to a sleepy town called Inaba for a fresh start. However, Inaba isn’t the sleepy town her parents thought would be best for her— its on edge with unsolved mysteries, and Shiho finds that there’s a bit more behind what meets the eye regarding some of her classmates and a TV screen.

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She doesn't know if she's envious or glad for them.

Maybe she's envious because her teammates weren't given the same slack. Not in the slightest. She wonders if Yui's arm was set properly, or if Inuoka's shoulder healed fully. She wonders if any of them can be in the gymnasium without feeling a phantom ache in their joints. Wonders if any of them are better now that he's been shipped off to jail. Wonders if they can still play volleyball and still be able to breathe.

She realizes very quickly there is very little to do in Inaba. Not for the first time and certainly not the last, Shiho longs for Tokyo. She doesn't think a lifetime spent in Tokyo would be enough time to do everything there. The city's always bustling, always changing, always growing-- there's always something new, something to try. Ann was there, too, always bounding by her side, leading her to a new place to go to. Inaba has a river, a shrine, an inn, and a market. There are plenty of mom-and-pop stores, plenty of tiny businesses that take up a sixteenth of a street block. In a week, Shiho has already scoured through nearly all of them. It's probably something her parents overlooked, too. They're restless, itching for more motion and more activity and just more than what this tiny place offers. They're no different from her-- they lived in Tokyo longer than she's been alive, and they've been through the growth of Tokyo. There's no way they don't long for the gray and musty streets over the clear and small roads here at least every now and then. They're making friends with the locals, because that's all there really is to do. They get jobs, her mom at an antique shop, her dad a carpenter. Maybe they're getting used to the rural air, maybe not-- she wonders if they've considered moving back to Tokyo once she's graduated and shipped off to a college, or if they'll come to like this place and live here from now on. They find their own ways to burn the day away. It unluckily lines up with the time Shiho has school, and they're home whenever she gets to the house. In the late afternoon, their house is quiet even though there are people in it. She wonders what her parents think when she gets home later and later, purposely avoiding being in a house where guilty gazes weigh down on her shoulders, the tension in the air that makes her suffocate. With little to do in Inaba, she very quickly runs out of things to keep her occupied while she prolongs the time she gets home. There's only so much a friendless, penniless teenager could do. Maybe she could get a job to get money and to take up time, or maybe even join a club at school, but then it'll tie her down to this place. Frequently, she wishes Ann was here. She'd be able to make the best of this place. Even with the cheerful chatter and encouraging words from the near-constant buzzing of her phone, it will never match up to being actually with her. She's a little envious of Ryuji and Akira, who get to see her daily. She's glad they're friends. More often than not, she ends up hanging around the school grounds. She's already gone through the town, but she doesn't have money of her own, and she doesn't want to deal with the off-chance she'll come across her parents in public. It's past the end of the day, and the other students head off to club activities or to head home. Usually she's left in peace. She finds some place to burn time in-- usually its the library (she finally found it-- it was on the second floor this whole time, she just passed it by mistake), where few students linger in after hours and even fewer try to speak to her. Other students still keep trying to talk to her, and she knows she should try to act like a normal person and respond properly, but her tongue feels like gauze when she opens it and her stomach sinks because she can't even act like she wants to be here. The library gives her the solitude she needs from the other students, but it's also too quiet, too soundless, too similar to the home she's avoiding, and it closes a couple hours earlier than the school does. So then she wanders around until she knows its safe to enter town without seeing her parents, or until school closes. Around this time, very little students are around, the only ones being in clubs or practice for sports. She can wander without interruption until her legs begin to ache, the pain beneath her kneecaps too strong, and usually ends up sitting on a bench until they decide to work like how she wants them to. She wears the knee brace. It makes no damn difference whether or not she wears it-- the weather and the hills are a killer combo. She only wears it because her parent asked it of her. She'd rather go without it, even though she knows she wouldn't be able to move as much as she is, because her classmates will peer at it and she can see the questions on the tips of their tongues. She rubs her knee absently. The sky's clear for the most part, spotted with occasional clouds. The bench she ended up on has a clear view of the practice building and the lot in front of it, one that the Soccer team is using for a practice game. Some seem dearly invested in their little game, some don't. Something settles heavy in her gut. It's something like dread, an itch-- it's not a good feeling, and she shifts restlessly to quell it. They're... They're not trying. Won't their coach be angry that they're not trying--? She looks around, but there's no coach scrutinizing the players. No coach barking out orders that are do or die. They're allowed to slack. A breath leaves her in a rush, one she didn't realize she was holding. She doesn't know if she's envious or glad for them. Maybe she's envious because her teammates weren't given the same slack. Not in the slightest. She wonders if Yui's arm was set properly, or if Inuoka's shoulder healed fully. She wonders if any of them can be in the gymnasium without feeling a phantom ache in their joints. Wonders if any of them are better now that he's been shipped off to jail. Wonders if they can still play volleyball and still be able to breathe. But maybe she's glad-- they don't have to experience what Shujin volleyball players went through. She's glad some of them look like they're enjoying what they're doing. There's claps on the backs, encouraging shouts, beaming grins. She wishes those were a part of the volleyball practices she was in, but finds that she's glad someone else can enjoy themselves. — Ann [7:43 P.M.] u remember that time u said my art was shit Shiho [7:43 P.M.] you never let me forget Ann [7:43 P.M.] :/ ANYWAYS i think ive gotten better being around yusuke has like,, helped me realize im better than u say Shiho [7:44 P.M.] we were seven of course you were awful Ann [7:44 P.M.] STILL!! Shiho finds herself rolling her eyes. Yusuke was a recent addition to Ann's mismatched group of friends-- an eccentric artist who goes to Kousei rather than Shujin. It's a wonder how they met, more-less even meet up outside of school. She's glad there's another to the list of Ann's friends-- even if it was a bit rocky in the start, if what Ann's told her is true. The neighborhood is quiet for the most part. Well. It's always quiet, really. But it's particularly silent today-- absently, she realizes that she's coming home later than she usually would. The daylight's already waning, and people have already retreated home for dinner. She wonders if she's missed dinner herself. Her parents haven't said much about how late she's been getting home. She doesn't know if they think she's in a club or something, or if they know she's just loitering instead of coming home. They don't say much to her these days. She's not sure if they've finally gave up on idle awkward conversations or not. Shiho [7:44 P.M.] is his overflowing creativity influencing you?? Ann [7:44 P.M.] hopefully maybe ill send u a nice ole portrait, yeah? Shiho [7:45 P.M.] it better be done in glitter pens or I dont want it!! The house isn't quiet when she steps in. The TV is on for once, after a week of frustrating difficulty with hooking it up properly. There's the sound of dishes moving in the kitchen, clinking of porcelain on the counters, and ah. She hasn't missed dinner. "Is that you, Shiho?" her mom calls out. She peering down the hall and directly spots her, standing in the foyer uncertainly. "Welcome back. We're having japchae." "Ah. Alright," Shiho says absently. Japchae's a sit down meal in this household. She can't escape to her room with a bowl of it-- she'll be stuck at the table. She feels guilty with the way her shoulders tense and her legs don't move, because family dinner shouldn't stress her out this much. You're worrying over nothing, she thinks forcefully, and quietly takes off her shoes and sets down her bag. Both of her parents are in the kitchen, her dad working on the setting the table, her mom with the japchae. They're seemingly content, weaving around each other and keeping pace in a conversation. They like this kitchen much more than their old one-- much more space, apparently, and the countertops are a lot prettier than the dull tan of the old apartment. She feels out of place, standing there, so she takes a seat even though she's antsy. In no time, everything is set out on the table. Her parents sit across from each other, and she's stuck in the middle of them. The TV's volume has been lowered at some point, to a level that it's just a background noise that keeps the house from being overwhelmed by silence. It's quiet at the table, though the dishes move and clink, and brief words of 'can you pass me the plate' and 'do you want seconds,' its quiet. There's no continuation of the conversation they were having in the kitchen earlier, even though it seemed like it could span on longer from what she could hear of it. Shiho's skin prickles at the silence, cause it's not exactly tense-- it's more calculating, more waiting for the proper time to speak and not seem off about it. She wishes that eating her food quick wouldn't be seen as rude, or as a way to escape. "So, how's school been, kiddo?" Her dad starts, breaking the ice. He actually makes eye contact with her. He doesn't glance away, avert his eyes-- it throws her off. There's very little guilt in his eyes, the kind that she's seen so much of in the past month. She can't tell if this conversation is genuine, or if he feels bad for not talking to her as much as a parent should. Shiho feels her phone buzz in her pocket. It's probably Ann. She breathes in. "Like... Like how school normally is, I guess. Not interesting?" Her mom blinks at her. "So you haven't had any problems catching up?" Two months. She missed two months of school. (Her life, too). It's two months of stuff for all of her classes-- and the curriculum is different here. It would be basically starting from scratch. She struggled, and is still struggling-- it takes a lot to cram so much stuff missed into the time she has, and on top of that, learn what's being taught at the moment. She hasn't told them she's basically given up on catching up. "Not really," she smiles something sheepish, something not really a smile. It'll work out most likely. She'll just have to cram more for the exams. "Just a little splotchy, I guess. There's a few things here that they learned that they didn't teach at Shujin." "Ah. Have you asked for help from classmates or teachers?" Her mom questions. She's paused from eating. Not a good sign. She wants to have a conversation, now that she's got Shiho trapped under obligation for family dinners. She debates lying. She's kept away from talking with anyone at school. It doesn't feel right to-- she doesn't exactly want to see their faces shift ever so slightly when she asks, coming something closer to pity towards her. She doesn't want to start, because then they'll come across the face that she doesn't know all that much anymore, and they'll ask why, and she cannot. Cannot. Let any of these students know of why she left Shujin. But her parents know she's been getting back late. They might want her to come home earlier to study more if she says she's avoided getting help. "Sometimes," she settles with. It's an answer that'll keep them from pushing. The atmosphere shifts. She doesn't know if its for better or for worse, or if her parents are coming onto something. The dining table feels more like an interrogation table, and she just wishes that it wasn't rude to get up, clean her dishes, and flee. "Have you joined any clubs, yet? Maybe considered any?" her dad prompts, because her mom is gnashing her teeth quietly, maybe trying to see if there was any underlying context or hints in her single word response. They know she can't play sports anymore. They know. It's a blaring reminder on the forefront of their mind, every breathing second they look at her, because they see the old bruises and bandages and the leg brace when they didn't see before. They also know she can't paint, she can't sing, she can't act, she can't play an instrument, she can't do much of anything except volleyball and that had been torn from her hands. "Um, no, not... not really," Shiho trails. She sees the question between the lines in bold text. Why are you coming home so late. They know she doesn't have anything to do. She doesn't have Ann here. There's nothing in town to do. She's not in a club, she doesn't have a job. They probably have the sneaking suspicion she doesn't have friends, either. She doesn't know if they're blaming themselves for that. Her phone buzzes again, quietly, like a reassurance. She tries to harbor the confidence Ann has for her. "I've. I've been helping around the school n stuff." Her mouth tastes like ash. She hasn't. She hasn't given Yasogami more thought that it deserves. "Kinda... y'know, helping organize the library." If you stretch it till its paper thin, you could possibly call it a truth. Occasionally she'll pick up an left behind book and put it back where it belongs. She really only sits and burns time in the library rather than voluntarily go out and help around. But its so far from what she's saying, and her knuckles creak on the edge of her seat. "Ah, so a library helper!" Her mom latches onto this, eyes twinkling. Shiho smiles sheepishly. "Sure. Yeah. Somewhat." All she can taste is ash, and she tries to eat some more, but it tastes like nothing. It's good to lie sometimes, right? Some lies are good. White lies. Her parents have been so cautious around her-- she doesn't think she can handle them if she was truthful. She doesn't think she can handle their gentle words, their encouragements, their earnest pleas of please try because she can't help simmering on the idea that they're only trying so hard to make up for when they overlooked bruises that couldn't have come from just volleyball practice. To make up for not realizing that one morning she planned on not returning home that day. The rest of dinner fades into the back of her mind. Her dad starts talking about his old job as a librarian years ago, and her mom bounces back with stories of her own. She eats absently, her arms and legs and body so heavy with the brush of guilt. After washing the dishes, she leaves politely, having dipped out of the conversation a while ago. Her legs ache when she goes to her room and flops onto her bed. For a moment, she just lies there, letting her nerves settle into something manageable. She mourns for the time she could eat peacefully with her parents. She pulls her phone out absently. The case is peeling. She might need a new one soon. Ann [7:45 P.M.] as if i would draw with anything else that's not glitter u insult me jfjlsdfj just got takoyaki its crazy good ill drag u here to get some its?? not greasy enough to kill my appetite for once !! Shiho [8:01 P.M.] sorry had to eat damn who convinced you to eat takoyaki usually you'd look at me like i was asking ya to die if i suggested it :// Ann [8:01 P.M.] yusuke wanted to try some dude only eats cup noodles, can u believe it!! i feel like... completely obligated to expand his horizons Shiho [8:02 P.M.] holy shit only cup noodles? how has he not died of sodium?? Ann [8:02 A.M.] art jesus might be lookin down on him well maybe not he aint doing a good job keeping yusuke from spending all his goddam money on art. supplies thats the only reason he really eats cup noodles he broke i might have to teach him the ways of budgeting Shiho [8:02 P.M.] ah yes you takamaki ann the one who most definitely does not spend all of her allowance on clothes the day she gets it Ann [8:02 P.M.] why cant u let me dream — Maybe the best part about being quiet and fading into the background is that she learns a lot about the people around her. She knows her seat mate plays clarinet and really sucks at science, the boy in the front row two from the window works with his parents at an old liquor store and may or may not have brought some to school, the buzzcut boy who comes in during lunch to eat with the boy directly in front of her is crushing hard on a third year and plans on asking her out, and the girl with the red cardigan in the middle row is the daughter of Amagi Inn and was missing for a week just last month. She seems fine and dandy for having been missing. Shiho doesn't know if she can take it as a sign that Tatsumi Kanji will be found and be okay-- if she's fine, he might be too, right? It doesn't help that in the same line of conversation she's listening in on she learns of two recent murders of a news reporter and a student at Yasogami. With the way people of Inaba are so gossip-y, she's kinda surprised and alarmed she didn't hear about this from day one. She only learned of Tatsumi from a policeman-- would she have never heard of him if it weren't for that encounter? And-- the policeman didn't say anything about the murders. She personally thinks that would be the number one thing to tell people, especially those who just moved there, that yes, there was most definitely someone going around Inaba killing and kidnapping people. Two murders and two missing cases. Nothing happens here-- shouldn't that be the talk of the town or something? Maybe everyone was so used to each other that they just couldn't believe that someone decided to turn a new leaf and go nuts, or they're all just very good at acting like there was nothing disrupting their quiet routine of the countryside. Shiho wonders if her parents are even vaguely aware of this. They-- they have to be, right? They talk with the townsfolk much more than she does. It could be that the reason Shiho didn't know was because she just doesn't talk to people. But-- they still let her roam free after school (though she isn't doing what they think she's doing). Her dad had been so tense after the encounter with the police officer, too-- the prospect of kidnapping and missing high school kids is one hell of a detour from the fresh new start they thought Inaba could provide. Surely that would have made them more worried--? And, now that she thinks of it; she doesn't know how much it affects Inaba overall. She doesn't know how many students go straight home after school, or how many families are on edge. She doesn't know if relationships are more tense, because the killer and kidnapper is somewhere, but who? She feels like a creep for glancing over to the girl with the red cardigan, but what the hell. She laughs with her group of friends, eyes crinkled and nose scrunched until her laugh becomes closer to an ugly laugh. Would she have seen whoever it was? She-- she had to, right? Shiho adverts her eyes. This town is weird, is what she settles on. "Ah-- Suzui-san?" Startled, she looks up. It's her seat mate's friend. She has long hair and teardrop-shaped eyes, and distantly reminds Shiho of a classmate from Shujin. It's enough to make her long for that goddamn school, with its stupid cursed hallways, cursed classrooms. "Yes?" Shiho says belatedly, realizing a moment late that she's meant to respond. The girl doesn't seem to mind, though-- she smiles politely, and Shiho tries to not feel silly. "Have you joined any clubs, yet?" she asks airly. Shiho pauses and wonders why is this the question of the week. She misreads Shiho's brief silence as something else, and adds on quickly, "I, uh, I've got the responsibility of recruiting for the girl's soccer team, and if you're interested..." Ah. Shiho smiles, even though she becomes conscious of the thudding ache in her legs. She's touched, honestly, even though it's a thing she can never partake in, because the other still asked and that's really really nice of her. She wanted to try playing soccer, once. "Ah, um. I'm sorry," she starts, and the other deflates slightly. "I-- I would, honestly, but the weather around here's been making my legs act up. I don't think I'd be able to play reliably..." The other girl smiles sheepishly and grows flustered. Her seat mate blinks in surprise, having listened in but not disruptively. "No, I totally understand! Leg injuries are awful-- sorry, I didn't realize..." she rubs the back of her neck. Shiho waves away the apology, "It's no problem, I, I don't exactly wear my knee brace as much as I should." The doctors told her to keep from doing too much physical activity, as it always had the chance of old wounds becoming agitated and unbearable. The hills around here were enough of a hike to strain the idea of physical activity. "Woah, what did you even do?" her seat mate asks, too blunt and a little too loudly. It brings the attention of some students, who look over curiously to what she's asking. She glances down openly towards Shiho's knee, the one with the brace fit snuggly over it. Her friend swipes at her arm, chastising her, saying its rude. Shiho's shoulders pull in at all the attention. She shrugs. "Bad fall." — It definitely says something when one of the biggest things in Inaba is the department store. Especially one that has possibly the most grating jingles around. She doesn't know where to start. Clutched in her hand is a grocery list from her mom, who had smiled sheepishly and handed it to her a handful of minutes after she got home. Junes was only a long walk away, it's not like she could refuse. It wasn't a long list, but this place is fairly huge-- she hopes she doesn't spend more than an hour here. She must've come in at some kind of rush hour-- there's enough people in here that she occasionally has to wedge by a couple people standing and chatting in the middle of the isle, which really sucks because sometimes they're standing in front of the things she needs and she does not have the guts to tell someone to take their conversation elsewhere because they're standing in front of the stupid chives. Tthe further into the store she gets, the less people she sees. Then again, she feels like she's getting more and more lost-- this place is impossibly big. Its so dim and spacious and the music is so distant if she didn't know any better she'd think she was in a twilight zone of some sort. Must be the lighting or something. Maybe the music? Or maybe the way that every isle looks basically the same? It definitely competes with the 777s she used to visit in the middle of the night. Now those were definitely liminal spaces. Even though 777s were gross and small and usually understocked, it was probably the place Shiho went to the most besides home and school. It had the food her parents sent her out to get last minute, and it was the place where the slushie machines were. Although she swore up and down that she was on a terrible strict diet, Ann always wanted to get some kind of slushie at the 777 if they weren't around the crepe shop in Shibuya. The cashier recognized them, even told them what flavors were out when they came in. They weren't even that good-- they just happen to be cheap and sweet, and that's all it really takes to be a godsend at one in the morning. Wasn't there some sort of food court near the entrance of this place? Maybe they have a slushie machine? Hopefully they're not too uppity about the machine so she could make unfathomable combos of flavors that should not be mixed. Even if those slushies make her teeth ache from artificial flavoring and gross amounts of sugar, she's craving one now that she's thinking about it. Shiho sighs, grabbing a small bag of rice and absently checking her phone. It was quiet, the screen devoid of messages from either Ann or her parents. Her parents' silence she could understand-- they preferred to call. But Ann? Ann's been crazy busy recently-- modeling gigs usually don't take all that long, do they? Shiho wonders, looking up in thought. She once wanted to tag along and watch what its like, but Ann had been so adamant on her not going because her coworker was a bitch or something along that line. Maybe some days the shoots are longer...? And it crosses her. I wonder if they have any magazines with her in it around here! She thinks, smiling at the idea of it. There's probably magazine stands near the check out, or somewhere else in this store. She just needs to get two more things and then she can go--! There is a child down the isle, looking up longingly towards some pudding cups that are most definitely out of her reach. Shiho stops. And she looks. Looks for a while. What the hell. This kid cannot be older than six, and she is standing alone in a department store. Alone. Sure, the store's full of cameras and people to witness, but isn't it dangerous to leave a kid unattended? Maybe she's lost? No-- she looks surefooted, somehow, for a six year old. Maybe her parent stepped into another isle, accidentally leaving her to linger in front of the pudding...? She is giving the pudding the look of a life time-- there is so much longing in her eyes. How in the hell can there be so much want in a kid's eyes? The only way she would be able to reach the pudding is by climbing the shelves, and she looks too nervous to try, but Shiho knows the kid seriously considered doing it at some point. Shiho shuffles her feet. She's got to do something about this kid being alone, right? It's the proper thing to do, isn't it? It wouldn't sit right in her stomach if she left the kid to her own devices if she actually was lost or left behind. Ah-- but what if she freaks out? Shiho doesn't think she looks scary, but children are unpredictable and being approached by anyone when scared is a catalyst to a meltdown. Then again, this kid doesn't look scared or lost. So, maybe... "Um," she finds herself starting, a bit weak. The girl didn't hear her. "Uh. Do you need any help?" Large brown eyes turn to her. The little girl has pigtails and possibly one of the most mixed emotion looks she's ever seen. It's caught somewhere between distraught and sorrowful, and it's probably because she's maybe two feet too short from being able to reach those pudding cups. She looks back towards the top shelves slowly. "Um. If it wouldn't be much trouble..." she says, voice quiet and high and looks away shyly. She looks really put out from her inability to reach up that high. In three long strides, Shiho stands next to the little girl and reaches up, shifting the basket in her arms so it doesn't knock into the kid's head. "These?" she asks, hand hovering just in front of the special, limited edition chocolate swirl pudding. The girl nods a yes, and Shiho hands it to her. She holds it like its made of pure gold, and it's really cute to see how enamored she is with it. "Hey, um," Shiho starts, pulling the girl's attention from the pack. It's some kind of social obligation to help lonely kids in stores, right? No one really had a protocol to follow when doing it, and she doesn't want to scare the kid off. "Are you alone?" Shiho asks, trying not to feel awkward under the curious look of this kid. She winces, because that sounded really weird, much weirder than she thought it would be. The little girl, surprisingly, frowns, like she's not sure of the answer. "No. Yes. Kinda? Big Bro said I could get some pudding if I wanted to. He's at the check out right now." "He let you come all the way here by yourself?" She isn't sure what kind of brother this dude is, but honestly? Would it kill him to come with his younger sister to get some pudding? It couldn't be that much of a pain to do. The girl looks to the pudding pack in her hands sheepishly. "I said I could. The lines were long at check out and I didn't want to lose our spot so I said I could find it..." What the hell are kids. What the hell is this kid in particular, for she's being crazy grown-up for her mere age of possibly-six. Shiho looks to the basket she's carrying. She still hasn't gotten panko or oats, but she can put that aside for another day. She kinda wants to just help this kid now. "Um. I was just about to go to check out. Do you want me to walk with you back to find your brother?" she asks lightly, hopefully not being creepy. Thankfully, a small, shy smile comes onto the girl's face, and she nods. The girl looks around absently as they go through the isles, eyes lingering on brightly-packaged items. She clutches the pudding like a life-line, though sometimes she looks like she wants to grab something else but quickly retains herself. Shiho is quite honestly charmed by how bright-eyed she is. "Is that your favorite flavor of pudding?" Shiho asks in lieu of conversation, though they shouldn't be far from the check-out. The girl blinks and looks down accordingly to the packaging. She looks at it with an intensity to it, as if she's thinking deeply about the question. "I dunno! I haven't tried that many, but I do like this one." She looks up with blinking doe eyes. "What's your favorite, miss?" They walk out of the isles, and ah, good, there's the check-out. Thank god she remembered the way to the check-out. The girl wasn't wrong-- the lines are pretty lengthy. She wouldn't want to give up a spot in the queues either. "I think I like the caramel chocolate ones," Shiho says absently, peering towards the lines, trying to see anyone who may be this kid's 'Big Bro.' The little girl seems to be doing the same, bowing over and swiveling her head around, and then perks up. "I see him!" she nearly squeals, and hurries down towards the line. Shiho follows at a much slower pace though she probably doesn't need to, but she just wants to make sure the girl's alright. She watches as her brown pigtails bounce as she turns into a register lane, watches as a bright smile grows on her face. The girl stops in front of someone, who had just started putting the things in their basket onto the conveyer belt. Shiho looks up, and-- Small world, huh, she thinks, but then feels dumb because it's a small town and of course she's going to see her classmates outside of class at some point. It's the silver-haired boy, the one that sits in the middle of the classroom. He's friends with the red-cardigan girl, and the two brunettes who stood up for Kanji Tatsumi the first day she was at Yasogami. She doesn't know anything about him. The girl beams up to him, and he smiles something soft back to her. Taking the pudding pack with deft fingers and placing it on the conveyer belt, he nods and listens to the girl chattering to him. After a moment, the girl spins around, easily spying Shiho as if purposely looking for her, and waves. Shiho waves back and then gives a thumbs up, which seems to make the little girl more excited. She looks up from the girl and makes eye contact with her classmate. He blinks-- either in surprise, or maybe she's just trying to read too deeply into things that don't mean anything. He bows his head towards her, perhaps in thanks, and then turns back to the register. Shiho bows back even though he's not looking at her, feels stupid, and since she's already here, steps into the queue.

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🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears? - Bam, Liaxee

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under read more due to length and i did each one for both again.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

Bam has a love/hate relationship with nature as a whole. He likes the idea of being out in nature. He loves the idea of going through a forest, meandering his way around the trees and hearing the birds, spotting what could be a poisonous plant and inevitably dying to it because he's an idiot who will touch anything.

In practice, he still likes being outside--he is consistently too restless to stay indoors--but wasps exist and he got stung by one once and has yet to forgive all wasps for that one little bastard. Also his hands get sweaty from moving around and then the sweat dries and he has issues with textures and that slightly dusty feeling that comes with dried sweat is one of the main textures he has an issue with.

More built up areas has the issue that there are people and he's eternally cursed with the urge to annoy any human being he has ever seen, but there's also less wasps and he can find a place to wash his hands if the dusty feeling gets too much.

He does enjoy walking, though. He likes just going through an area, seeing what there is to see, getting some movement in. He's a ball of chaotic energy, so any chance he gets to use some of that energy is good for him.

Liaxee, on the other hand, is never happier than when he is outside. He loves nature, he loves being outside, he loves wide open spaces, he loves not having to hunch because buildings in most places were not made with people almost 7 foot tall in mind. The moment he can be outside, he loves anything he's doing. He could be sitting down, doing absolutely nothing, but if it's outside it's suddenly his favourite thing to do.

I cannot explain exactly how much Liaxee likes being outside.

It does help that Verirmorres (help I've forgotten how to spell it again) is very walking-friendly. The only other modes of transport are rideable animals and portals, so walking is encouraged and expected. You thought you were going to get a taxi to go from the Dargene library to the inn over the other side of the town centre? Guess again! In this area, we walk fucking everywhere.

Generally, Liaxee finds nature fascinating. He is a trove of knowledge about the wildlife and habitats of Verirmorres. Like, the whole world. He will talk to people about it all, drag those people around to show exactly what he's talking about, and that is a threat.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Bam has the ability to be a morning person, but generally doesn't get up in the morning. When he does get up in the morning, he is awake. He is very awake. Other people wander around, yawning, generally half asleep? Not Bam. Bam's ready to go.

He's one of those annoying people who expect a full conversation ten minutes after getting up. Those ten minutes are spent; trying to go back to sleep, giving up, staring at the ceiling, going to the bathroom, and then going to wherever other people are and if breakfast is there? Even better. His goal in the mornings is to be as awake as humanly possible so that he inevitably crashes at 2pm and spends the rest of the day waiting for bedtime.

Liaxee, for all his energy and volume and enthusiasm, is not a morning person. He doesn't like waking up and he doesn't like getting up. Once he's been awake for a while, moving around, generally existing, then he's fine. It's getting to that point that's difficult.

His first activity is being annoyed that he's awake, because how dare the universe expect him to exist? What the fuck is this shit?! Once he's eaten food and spent an hour glaring at everything, he's generally fine, though. He also refuses to be around other people until he's fine, because then people might find out he can be quiet and he can't have that.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Bam mainly fears needles and ventriloquist dummies. He's too much of a reckless dumbass to truly fear dying or pain or heights or anything similar to that, but he did see that one episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer with the dummy that's trying to kill a demon and now they freak him out. Dummies is his biggest fear and probably his irrational one, too. They're both irrational, but needles hurt at least while dummies just exist.

He's aware it's irrational, but he would also throw a ventriloquist dummy onto a fire like that one gif of Dakota Fanning from the Twilight series (this one). He wouldn't even hesitate for a second, except when first picking it up because ew, touching one.

Liaxee's fears are a lot less material.

He's lived a long life in a place that generally doesn't hold the same things as Earth but he overall very comfortable in, so his fears tend to reflect the more negative of his experiences as opposed to people or things; he's a soldier so he fears repeats of past wars, he's lost those he cares about so he fears losing more people he cares about whether through death or disagreement, there were situations he couldn't help in because no one could so he fears those feelings, avalanches are common where he grew up so he fears the rumbling of the snow and the silent stillness after, etc. etc..

However, there is a plant native to Erstede that can burn skin due to its defensive acidity, so he fears that.

Also, if he ever saw a clown, he'd fear those, too. Yes, he puts on a bravado of being fearless but clowns would make him immediately turn around and leave. No matter what would be going on or what he'd be doing, he would simply leave if he ever met a clown.

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Two Flangsty Phantom Tales of the Night Ideas. Don't read unless you're fine with possible spoilers.

First One

So, I autotranslated the summary page for volumes 7 to 10 of Phantom Tales of the Night and with it the reviews. Now I don't speak/read Japanese, and autotranslators aren't always the most reliable. But it sure sounds like Butterfly's going to disappear in the next few volumes and like Spider is getting closer to dying.

I, of course, reject that because Spider, Owner, and Butterfly are my OT3, and I can't have any of them dying. But I also am drawn to angst, so...

Butterfly breaks apart like he always does, only he's alone, so the others don't know about it. At first, Owner and Spider don't realize what's happened. They think he's just wandered off somewhere. But then they start to get worried. I don't know if they find out for sure what happened or just come to the conclusion based on Butterfly's nature, but eventually they realize that he's broken apart and that it's taking longer for him to reform than it ever has before. And then they realize that he's not going to reform.

Owner and Spider both mourn. Owner's probably a bit more composed because he's been around long enough to lose people before, but that doesn't make this loss any less painful. Spider doesn't talk much about it, but his grief is evident in little things. Being even less talkative. Being less prone to anger. Spending free time out by the cherry blossom tree.

Spider and Owner's relationship becomes strained in a slightly different way. They'd slept together before Butterfly, but they hadn't truly been lovers. When the three of them had formed a relationship, though, it had been something like a marriage, but now that Butterfly's gone...

Years go by. Owner finds a way to prevent Spider from decaying and dying (and presumably reverse damage already done). Spider does leave the inn occasionally, but he always comes back. One day, Spider's cooking...and Butterfly just walks right in, asking him what he's making and where's Owner.

Butterfly just reformed, and he has no idea how long he's been gone. The last thing he remembers is something that happened on the day all those years ago, and it takes a bit for Spider to convince him that years have passed. What really sells it is Spider and Owner's uncharacteristic fawning over Butterfly.

Butterfly is severely shaken by this because it means that at any moment he can just break apart and who knows what he'd miss?

(Also, this doesn't really fit the overall summary, but I feel like Butterfly would milk the affection for all it's worth, using it to get more time with Owner, more sex, get them to tell him they love him (or at least care about him), etc.)

Second

This is based off scenes I saw of what appears to be a human Sasaki running into Owner. There's also a man who looks like a much younger Spider in it, and possibly Saejima's father, so it happened a decade or so ago. Now, I don't know what's happening in the scene, and I could fully be misinterpreting it. But Sasaki having a life he doesn't remember and the idea that Owner reestablished contact with his guest made me think of how he seems to watch over most of his servants and guests. And in a very long-reaching connection, of how Owner says he once tried to make a home but he couldn't do it.

I'm well aware that this is a very far-reaching theory and probably won't end up being true, but hear me out: A long time ago, Owner tried to make a home by taking in certain people he cared about. Something he did made him believe he could make them immortal. However, Owner only succeeded to a degree. The people he cared about will continue existing indefinitely, but in a cursed sort of way. Some, like Sasaki, will become a yokai and forget over time. Others, like Rei, will be reincarnated, again with no memory of the past. They'll suffer along the way, and even if Owner can remind them of who they once were to each other, they'll eventually die and the cycle will begin all over. But Owner can't stop himself from taking care of these specific guests/servants.

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Making memes to deal with my tears

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The Story of Us

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Chapter Ten: Re-do-eo

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Riley crashed quite quickly after her talk with Lucas at the inn. All her emotions drained her, making sleep a welcomed guest. The following morning Riley wakes, not from the sunshine beaming through her balcony doors but rather the loud ringing of her phone. A sleepy Riley rolls over thinking it’s her alarm and she fumbles around groggily in attempt to silence it but when the brunette becomes a little more alert she realises its a call and not of the wake up variety. 

“Hello?” Sluggishly, she answers. 

“Riley, are you alright?” Topanga’s voice panics on the other end. 

“Yeah, I just woke up.” Riley yawns as she sits up. 

“Did she answer?” Cory could be heard at a lesser volume in the background. 

“Yes, she answered.” Topanga replies to her husband. “Never do that again, Riley!” 

“I already apologised,” Riley holds in the sigh. “I’m sorry and when I come home for real I’ll work at the bakery until I can pay you back for the plane tickets I wasted.” 

“It has nothing to do with the money.” Topanga states. “You scared us. The airline called to say you missed your flight but my father said he watched you get on the bus. We had no idea what happened to you.” 

“I’m really sorry, mom.” Riley says more genuinely. “I didn’t think of it like that.” 

“That’s alright,” Topanga softens, “I’m sorry that your father and I yelled yesterday. Our fears crossed over into anger very quickly.” 

“Are you still mad at me?” Riley asks sheepishly. 

“No honey,” Topanga says, “Just worried. Why did you change your mind about coming home?” 

“Charlie and I broke up, then Maya and I had a fight.” Riley is surprisingly forthcoming with the truth. 

“Are you alright?” Topanga questions. 

“I think I will be and I think that depends on my stay here.” Riley answers.

“It sounds like you like it there..” Topanga is quiet. 

“I do.” Riley says softly. 

“Well, we miss you here.” Topanga states. 

“I miss you too.” Riley’s smile is small. 

The conversation wraps up soon after. Now fully awake Riley swings her legs from out under the covers and decides to get ready. The New Yorker had a brief chat with Jedediah before showering and getting dressed. Riley also texted Lucas to confirm she could get a lift to the rodeo and also to check that Mabel was indeed coming along too. 

After slipping on the brown cowgirl boots she 'forgot’ to return to Mabel, Riley makes her way downstairs. 

“I woke up early and I’m still running late.” Riley chuckles as she quickly jogs down each step.

Jed is standing in he living room with a cup of coffee in hand. “It sounds like they’re only just getting ready to go next door.” Riley knew he was right, even she could hear them all buzzing about out front. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come along today?” Riley asks Jedediah, “I’m sure there’s space in someone’s car if you don’t want to drive.”

“Thank you, but I have a few things to do today.” Jed smiles.

“Okay, well I should probably go,” Riley bounces on her toes as she’s in a rush. “I assume everyone will be doing some sort of celebration after so I might not be back until late.”

“I’ll leave the front porch light on.” Jed says.

“Thanks grandpa, I’ll see you when I get back.” Riley says as she heads for the door. It was a natural slip, grandpa, Riley didn’t even catch it, but Jed’s mouth curls into a warm smile, “I’ll see you later, Riley.”

The brunette quickly makes her way outside and spots Lucas, the twins, Zay, Jacob, Annabeth and Mr. and Mrs. Friar all hovering by the cars. 

“There she is!” Tristan calls out loudly as Riley approaches. 

“Not so loud.” Thomas groans beside him. Clearly one twin was bouncing back after the party quicker than the other. 

“Glad to hear you’re staying a little while longer.” Cassidy greets Riley with a warm hug, it was nice but it made Riley miss her own mom. 

“I couldn’t miss this superstar do his thing today.” Riley jokes as she points a thumb back to Lucas.

Cassidy responds with a frown. Jacob shakes his head and soothingly pats his mothers back. “There’s still time, Ma, don’t worry.” 

Riley turns back towards the other four boys. Lucas is closest to her but before he could get a word in he’s pushed to the side. “Riley!” Tristan greets her with a hug. “I’m glad you’re here- Well, sad if you’re sad, but selfishly happy...” 

She gives Lucas a small smile knowing he was interrupted but turns back to Tristan quickly. “I’m happy to be here.” Riley grins. She figured Lucas would have filled them in on what happened, the exact details he shared, she wasn’t sure but she knew they would have pried some sort of an answer out of him. This made it easier for Riley, to not have to explain herself. 

“We should probably hit the road.” Zay yawns as he jiggles the keys in front of himself. 

“Yeah and I’ll drive.” Lucas reaches out and grabs the keys. 

“Hey!” Zay whines. 

“I was the only sober one last night so I think it’s a fair call.” Lucas chuckles. 

“Fine, but I call shotgun.” Zay proceeds to let himself into the passenger seat of the car. 

“It’s good to have you back.” Thomas greets Riley as if it’s a delayed reaction.

Once everyone piles into the car, Riley ends up in the back seat wedged between the twins. 

“Wait, how is Mabel going to fit in the car?” Riley calls out as they go down the street. Thomas snuffles beside Riley, he sits up straighter. It was as if he didn’t care if people knew about his feelings or not. 

“Well, you sort of took her seat.” Tristan jokingly pokes. 

“No,” Riley frowns. “I could ride with Cassidy in the other car..” 

“Calm down, Sugar.” Zay says without even turning around. “Mabel is small, she can just squeeze in the back with you.” 

Lucas pulls up out front of Mabel’s house. “Okay, Tommy go ring the bell and let Mabel know we’re here.” 

Thomas shoots his cousin a glare for singling him out be he does just as Lucas says. Riley watches through the open car window as Mabel nervously exits her home and begins to walk with Thomas. Riley figures Mabel tried really hard to get out of a day with just the guys but knows they wouldn't have let her. 

Mabel is halfway down the path when her whole demeanour changes and her face lights up. “Riley?” 

“Surprise!” Riley hangs her head out the window. 

Mabel is cooing her pleasant surprise but also confused questions as she hugs Riley through the window. “Yay, but why aren't you in New York?” 

“Long story but I’ll explain later, okay?” Riley doesn’t want to go through it all again with everyone in the car but she did want to tell Mabel about it. 

“Okay,” Mabel nods. 

Once everyone was in the car again it took a moment to work out the logistics of the seating arrangement. Firstly, they tried just all sitting beside each other, it was a tight fit but Riley couldn’t work the seatbelt around both her and Mabel so the brunette ended up with the shyer girl on her lap and the belt awkwardly but efficiently across them both. They didn’t have too far to drive out of town but some anxiety over her friends safety flared up in Riley in the meantime. 

Everyone arrived at the rodeo in one piece and Riley instantly calms down. She cranes her neck as she tries to take in all of her surroundings at once.

“There you are!” Cassidy’s voice causes Riley to stop her eye wandering. The brunette spots Cassidy and her carful of people, along with Pappy Joe, her English teacher and Lucas’ Aunt, Abbey whom is standing with a man Riley presumes to be the twins father, Caleb. 

“We got held up Mabel’s,” Lucas explains. 

“Well you’re here now.” Cassidy hugs her son tightly. 

“Mom.” Lucas mumbles and eventually she lets go. 

“You should probably get yourself signed in, boy.” Pappy Joe says enthusiastically to Lucas. Riley notices he’s probably the only person that’s treated the rodeo this way other than herself. Everyone had been so negative or spent a great deal of time and effort tying to convince Lucas to not go through with it. 

“Okay,” Lucas nods with a deep breath. Lucas disappears off with his grandfather. 

Riley turns to Mabel and links their arms together. “Since this is actually my first rodeo, don’t leave me okay?” Riley chuckles nervously. 

“You got it.” Mabel grins. 

Zay can be heard off to the side, “I wonder if Vanessa will be here today.” 

Thomas can be heard groaning in response. “Where the hell did Tristan disappear?”

“You hungry?” Mabel questions, ignoring everyone but the two of them. 

“Starving!” Riley admits. 

The two girls peel away from the group to settle their grumbling stomachs. That and Mabel was dying to know exactly why Riley isn’t in New York. After filling their bellies with things not deemed appropriate for breakfast and Mabel’s mind with knowledge of why Riley stayed, the two girls get up from the grassy step they sat on and wander over to the array of tents in search of the others. 

“There’s plenty of funny smells in the city but none quite like this.” Riley crinkles her nose as they walk. 

“That would be the sweet smell of horse manure.” Mabel jokes. Just as she says that the two girls walk out from behind a trailer, they come across two horses secured to the side, both grazing in the grass. 

Riley steps closer, not minding the smell so much anymore. 

“You look like you’ve never seen a horse before.” Mabel laughs softly. 

“I’ve seen them.” Riley shoots her a playful glare. “Just not like this.” 

“Like, alive?” Mabel raises a brow. 

“Where do you suppose I see... dead...” Riley whispers the last word. “... Horses?” 

“I don’t know.” Mabel is cutely defensive. “What do you mean ‘not like this’?”

“Like up close... I don’t know.” Riley shakes her head, embarrassed. 

“I guess I forget how different our lives were growing up sometimes.” Mabel softens.  

“Have either of you seen Tris?” Thomas sneaks up behind the girls. 

“Not since the car ride,” Riley shakes her head. “Is he with Zay?” 

“No, I lost Zay to Vanessa twenty minutes ago.” Thomas rolls his eyes.

“You’re not big on the hopeless romantic types?” Riley playfully questions. 

“It’s not that, it’s just that I’ve been here a dozen times before with Zay. He goes back to New York tomorrow.” Thomas frowns. “Zay has a lot of feelings and breaking up with Vanessa is the worst.” 

Riley nods. “Have you seen Lucas?” As much as she wanted to stick with Mabel and talk through the previous days event with her, Riley did really want to spend time with Lucas before he entered the arena. 

“Pappy Joe is showing him off to all his friends, like Lucas has already won..” Thomas wears a small grimace. 

The three head into the main food and beverage tent in search of missing members of their group. Unfamiliar faces filled the room. Riley’s attention is drawn to a television screen displayed by the tents entrance. A live feed of the events taking place outside. Riley watches as a complete stranger rides a bull and it viciously thrashes about. Suddenly the reality of today hits Riley. 

“That’s what Lucas is going to do?” Riley gulps. 

“Yeah but that bull is considered ‘gentle’ compared to Tombstone.” Thomas shivers. “You still want him to go out there?” 

“If it’s what Lucas wants.” Riley nods. Her gaze flicks back up to the screen when she hears Lucas’ name being mentioned. The commentator was saying that this would be the first time in four years that someone would try take on Tombstone. 

“The time to beat is three seconds.” The commentator says. 

“Three seconds. That’s easy right?” Riley asks for reassurance. 

“Sure.” Mabel says unconvincingly. 

A clip of the record holder plays on the screen. He badly gets thrown to the ground causing Riley to wince. “Can Lucas Friar beat his big brothers record and walk away the new champion of Tombstone?” 

“Hold on,” Riley turns directly to Thomas. “Jacob is the record holder?” 

“Yes.” Thomas rubs at his neck like this is a conversation he wanted to avoid. 

“Why did I not know that?” Riley asks. “Did you know that?” She turns to Mabel. 

“No.. Yes, I didn’t really think about it.” Mabel stutters. “That was four years ago.” 

“Lucas hates being compared to his brother so we agreed not to bring it up.” Thomas calls Riley’s attention again. “But at least now you see why we’ve all been so stressed about Lucas taking on the same challenge.” 

Obnoxious laughter flows into the tent halting all conversation. Simultaneously the three teens spot the rival group of boys that Riley has come to dislike as they seem to instigate and prolong most of the bad blood between ‘The Rat pack’ and their group. There’s only two of the three present. 

“I’m too hungover to deal with this bull.” Thomas mutters to himself. 

“Where’s Lucas?” Miles asks he approaches with Nathan. “He chicken out last minute?” 

“Maybe we’ll have to drop the ‘baa’s’ for clucks.” Nathan snorts.

“Or maybe he will ride the bull and just die after one second.” Miles coaxes his head. 

“Just because we haven't physically fought in two years doesn’t mean I’m above it.” Thomas clenches his jaw as he takes a step towards them. 

“Remember why we’re here.” Mabel jumps forward and surprises both herself and Thomas when she lightly grips his wrist. “You can’t support Lucas if you get kicked out.” 

“Right.” Thomas meets her gaze and instantly melts. Mabel drops her hand nervously and steps back towards Riley. “You talk a lot of crap for someone who stopped rodeos a year after Lucas.” Thomas is calm but packs his tone with as much sting as he could. “I don’t see you signing up to ride Tombstone.” 

Clearly defeated Miles and Nathan scurry off to lick their wounds. 

“Seriously where is Tris?” Thomas groans, he wished his twin was there to witness his verbal victory. All Riley offers up is a slight shrug. 

“They may have been asses about it but they have a point.” Jacob says. With the commotion Riley hadn’t even noticed him enter the tent.

“I don’t agree with a single word they said.” Riley folds her arms. Jacob lightly tugs at Riley’s elbow and pulls her aside from the rest of the group. 

“You’re really okay with Lucas doing this, riding Tombstone?” Jacob gave her a look like he was surprised by her behaviour. 

“Lucas wants to do it. Why is it a bad thing that I’m supporting him?” Riley crinkles her brows. “You’ve done it before. You hold the record.”  

“Yeah and along with the record, I broke my wrist and three ribs!” Jacob was a little more worked up. “I didn’t come here to watch the same thing happen to my little brother. I came here to try and talk him out of it!”

“He’s not going to listen.” Riley tried her best to not come across as argumentative. 

“I know. He’s had this thing since he was little with trying to better me which means he won't listen when I say I’m asking him not to do it because I love him.” Jacob sighs. 

“That’s not at all what this is.” Riley says but Jacob doesn’t hear her. 

“Doesn’t matter if it comes from me, my parents or his friends. He’s not going to listen.” Jacob looks Riley directly in the eyes before speaking again. “But, I think he’ll listen if it comes from you.”

“Jacob, that’s really sweet that you think so but you’re wrong.” Riley shakes her head. 

“He likes you, Riley, he listens to you.” Jacob softens, “Please?” 

“Then I hope he hears me when I say that I believe he can do this.” Riley holds Jacobs pleading gaze. 

“Thank you, Riley.” Lucas surfaces out of nowhere having heard the end of their conversation. Zay and Pappy Joe are with him. 

“Lucas, you can’t do this!” Jacob pleas.

“He’s right, Luke, you don’t have to do this…” Zay backs up Jacob. 

“Let the boy do it,” Pappy Joe says, “Make this family proud.”

“I have to.” Lucas nods in agreement.  “This whole town thinks I’m a loser, so it’s time to prove them wrong.”

“No.” Riley says quietly, like it was meant only for her ears but the surrounding group turn their attention to her. 

“I thought you were on my side?” Lucas deflates. “I thought you weren't going to talk me out of it.” 

“I am on your side completely.” Riley says calmly. “But I won't stand here and let you speak about yourself that way.” Riley takes a few steps towards Lucas. The group of Lucas’ family and friends stand close by listening. “La perception du? do-” Riley struggles to remember the French quote. 

“La perception d'une chose ne le rend pas tellement.” Pappy Joe says it softly like an old memory that quickly floods to the front of his mind.

“The perception of a thing doesn’t make it so.” Riley translates. “If you let someone say who you are then you certainly won’t end up being who you were meant to be.” Riley continues to quote Lucas. “The town doesn’t think you’re a loser, you think you’re a loser.” Riley gently pokes at his chest. “You’re riding Tombstone, not for them, or your family, or even because I said so. You’re riding Tombstone to prove something to yourself and that’s okay. Sometimes we need  to go through these obstacles to discover something about ourselves.” 

“Calling Lucas Friar to the arena.” The commentators voice buzzes through the tent. 

“So go out there and be the hero I know you are.” Riley smiles softly. “And maybe afterwards you’ll see yourself the same way.” 

“Thank you, Riley.” Lucas nods as if to affirm her pep talk was sufficient when in actuality it was so much more than that. 

With no more time left to spare the group head towards the arena. The other missing family members all gather by the surrounding railing. Before Lucas parts with them to approach Tombstone he quietly stops.

“Hey Riley?” He asks softly. She pauses and holds his stare. “Maybe some peoples perception of you do matter.” 

Riley bows her head with a smile and the two part. Riley makes her way over to the group and climbs up a few pegs on the metal fence beside Mabel. Lucas gets into position, Riley’s heart is picking up pace and her hands feel clammy as she grips the fence for support. There’s a bang and the gate opens, Tombstone bucks his way into the arena with Lucas on his back being thrashed around. Riley holds her breath like she’s watching it all unfold in slow motion and suddenly Lucas is bucked off and crashes into the ground. A thoughtless natural reaction Riley wants to jump in and see if he’s okay but she feels Zay grip her shirt. He waits a until it’s safe before letting her go over, the rest of their group following. Lucas sits up a little dazed but ultimately okay and Riley felt like she could breathe again. 

They stayed at the rodeo till the late afternoon and followed it with a celebratory dinner at Chubbies. Lucas was busy being paraded around as the champion, so much so that Riley didn’t get a chance to speak to him at all. She didn’t mind too much because he looked so happy. Instead she got to hang around with Mabel for most of the day which Riley didn’t mind at all. 

As the large group were wrapping up at Chubbies and preparing themselves to leave it’s Pappy Joe whom suggests the teenagers use his fire pit to hang out a little while longer. Excited for this, Riley quickly heads to use the bathroom before they leave but she stops dead in her tracks when she stumbles upon Tristan. The softer looking twin was mid make out session with someone whom came as a surprise to Riley. Eli, one of Miles’ friends. 

“Oh my, I’m sorry!” Riley blurts out once she startled them. 

“Riley, this isn’t what it looks like.” Tristan throws his hands up defensively and Eli sheepishly leaves them alone. 

“Is this why you’ve been acting so strange?” Riley questions, “Why you keep disappearing all the time?” 

“Okay maybe it’s exactly what it looks like...” Tristan chuckles nervously. “Please don’t tell the guys.” 

“I won't share anything you don’t want me to, I just don't understand why this is such a big deal.” 

“You know how they feel about Eli, Miles and Nathan.” Tristan frowns. 

“Obviously you feel differently about Eli,” Riley says bashfully. 

“He’s not like them, he just hangs around with them because it’s been that way since they were little.” Tristan defends Eli. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Ever.” Riley shakes her head. “All I want and I’m sure it’s the same for the guys, is for you to be happy.” 

“Thanks, Riley.” Tristan wears a small smile. 

“Everyone is thinking of leaving soon, Pappy Joe suggested us ‘youngsters’,” Riley laughs, “use his fire pit tonight.” 

“Yes.” Tristan claps his hands together. “That I am down for.” 

Quietly, the two return to the group and the six teens squeeze back into the rental car and make their way to Pappy Joe’s farm where they sit around crackling fire. Riley sits at one end of a log with Mabel by her side, the way most of her day was spent. Lucas approaches her and nudges his head to the side. Riley crinkles her brows for a moment but excuses herself from Mabel and stands to follow Lucas. 

They walk a small distance away from the group before sitting down and end up with their backs against a large rock. They’re facing the fire although they only see their friends backs. Tristan and Zay chat on one log and all the way at the other end where Riley was sitting, Thomas had joined Mabel. The crackling of burning wood and chatter of the other teens all blurs into a distant hum. 

“Matchmaking again I see.” Riley says with a smile as she watches Mabel and Thomas chat. 

“I believe it’s my cousins intention to tell Mabel how he feels.” Lucas chuckles. 

“Oh?” Riley’s eyes widen with a giddy excitement. 

“Well, admitting his feelings is one thing... Having the courage to actually tell her how he feels... We’ll see.” Lucas grows nervous. 

“Well, whatever the circumstances are that brought on this chat I’m happy.” Riley grins. “I was beginning to think that you’re too much of a hot shot to talk to me now.” 

Lucas rolls his head forward with a laugh. “Sorry I’ve been a little distant today.” 

“That’s alright,” Riley shuffles into a more comfortable position. Her arm pressed up against Lucas’, both their legs sprawled out in front. “I get that I’m just some girl from the city and a big rodeo star like yourself doesn’t have time for that.” 

Lucas nudges her with his arm and a quiet laugh before softening. “Thank you for supporting me today. It means a lot.” 

“You needed to do it.” Riley says simply. 

“I did, but I still don’t think I would have got on that bull if it wasn’t for you.” Lucas admits. 

“What do you mean?” Riley raises a brow. “You’ve been so determined since you first decided.” 

“Stubborn yes, but quietly terrified.” Lucas laughs nervously. 

“So you’re not planning on entering anymore rodeos?” Riley questions. 

“Never again.” Lucas chuckles as he shakes his head. “I think it’s time to quit while I’m ahead.” 

“I think that sounds very reasonable.” Riley laughs softly. Eventually the sound tapers off completely and they’re sitting in a comfortable silence. 

“So you’ve never ridden a horse before?” Lucas speaks up. 

“How did you..?” Riley crinkles her brows. 

“Thomas overheard you talking with Mabel.” Lucas explains.  “It’s so embarrassing.” Riley places a palm to her face. 

“Embarrassing how?” Lucas asks. 

“I just feel so different coming from the city.” Riley pulls her hand away. “You have stars, grassy fields, horses... I have tall buildings, subways, traffic... Don’t get me wrong I love New York but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out.” 

“Hey Riley?” Lucas takes a breath. 

“Yeah?” Riley turns to him but before Lucas could open up Mabel comes scurrying over. 

“Riley, can we go please?” She asks visibly upset. 

“Sure.” Riley quickly gets to her feet. “You can sleepover at Jed’s.” 

Riley turns to give Lucas a confused and apologetic look as she escorts Mabel away from Pappy Joe’s farm. The two girls arrive back at Jedediah’s house. The whole walk there was silent. Mabel refused to speak. The house is quiet and they creep upstairs into Riley’s room. The bed is small but the two girls manage to squeeze in snuggly. 

“Care to tell me what happened?” Riley finally presses. 

“Thomas was going to tell me that he likes me.” Mabel speaks very quickly. “You know in movies they’re always like ‘girls know’ and I always thought that was stupid but I knew that’s what he was going to say.” 

“Okay... So you ran away before he could actually tell you?” Riley narrows her brows in confusion. 

“Exactly.” Mabel exhales loudly. 

“You’re going to have to connect some dots for me...I thought you liked Thomas?” Riley asks. 

“I do.” Mabel states. 

“So why did you run away?" Riley questions. 

“Naturally, I panicked at first but then I got angry.” Mabel explains. 

“Angry?” Riley is confused. 

“Why now?” Mabel is getting worked up again. “We’ve known each other most of our lives. Why the sudden interest?”  

“Sometimes it takes people a little while longer to realise things.” Riley says. 

“Maybe Thomas and I should just be friends.” Mabel says. “I’ve been trying to work on the confidence thing and I don't think that I can handle knowing that I was once invisible to him.” 

Before Riley could offer up some encouraging words both girls sit up when something hits the glass of Riley’s balcony doors. Unsure if they imagined it they stay put until another light tap. Yes, something definitely hit the window. Riley springs up to investigate. Her eyes widen when she spots the source of the noise. “Mabel!” Riley calls. The girl picks up her glasses and hurries over. 

“Thomas?” She is surprised to see him standing in Jed’s backyard. 

“Can I talk to you for a second, please?” He calls up. 

Mabel looks to Riley for her help. “Mabel, just hear him out.” Riley whispers. “If you’re so worried about why now, the ask him.” 

“What if things change?” Mabel quietly panics. 

“That’s a given.” Riley says softly. “But you can be afraid of the change or choose to embrace it.” 

“Scaredy cat is my default setting.” Mabel frowns. 

“Mabel..” Riley coaxes her head. 

“Be down in a second!” Mabel calls out to Thomas followed by a squeak directed at Riley. 

“Meow.” Riley giggles softly. It took a little more pushing but eventually Mabel finds the courage to go meet Thomas outside. 

Happily, Riley flops back down on the bed and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep before Mabel returned. 

End Notes: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. I know I always say that!!! but I went away for the weekend and could only work on bits and pieces.... 

Anyway! Next chapter Riley embraces some change ;) 

BUT I need you guys to let me know if you want me to write what happened between Mabel and Thomas or just allude to it with an explanation Riley receives later? I have the scenario planned out in my mind but if y'all want me to focus on just Riley and Lucas (which the next chapter is!!!!) then let me know :)

Some MASSIVE changes happen next chapter.. IdK if you’re going to like them all dgjhfkjh STAY TUNED. 

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NEW MEXICO

7 Feb 2019 (Thu) – We went into town and toured the Luna Mimbres Museum.  It was three stories contained in a former armory.  There were lots of different collections donated by residents of the town.  After the museum, we went to lunch at the Rise & Shine Café.  It was run by an Amish couple.  I had chicken salad and Paul had a cordon bleu sandwich.  The white chicken chili was delicious and we got a quart to take home.  We made a quick stop at the post office to mail off a package and then picked up propane. We ran out of propane during the night and Paul had to go out at 2:30 a.m. in the subzero temperatures to switch tanks.  We started packing up and getting ready for our move into Arizona tomorrow.

 6 Feb 2019 (Wed) – We hiked the Jasper Trail in the campground this morning.  It was supposed to be a 0.6 mile hike but when we got back, my Fitbit said I had walked almost 1.7 miles.  

    We drove to City of Rocks State Park to see what the campground was like.  We had contemplated camping there before we decided to come to Rockhound State Park.  It was quite interesting.  There were large boulders dispersed around the campground in piles that resembled a careless child’s abandoned toys.  Campers were tucked in here and there among the rocks and trees.  Only six sites had electric and water hookups; the rest was dry camping.  We chose wisely by going to Rockhound.

    After the park, we drove on into Silver City (about 60 miles from our campground).  Mining is still going on and we drove past a huge tailings pile that was miles long.  The historic part of Silver City is very old western looking with narrow streets.  We had lunch at a place called Tapas Tree Grill. It was expensive and we didn’t think the food was all that good.  While we were eating, the wind picked up and snow flurries were driven along the road and sidewalks.  We watched through the window and felt glad to be inside.

    Next stop was at the Silver City Museum. It was located in a home that was built in 1861.  When the owner’s bank failed in 1863, the family moved to California.  Various things took place in the house after that – it was a boarding house, a fire department, housing for fire department volunteers, etc. It was finally turned into a museum about 50 years ago.  There were a lot of story boards located in each room that described the history of the area in general and Silver City in particular.  It was an interesting place.

    The drive back to the campground was over an hour.  We spotted a Moose campground and stopped to look around it.  We drove over to the Elks Lodge but were disappointed to find no campground there.  As we came down the road to Rockhound State Park, we turned at a road marked “Spring Canyon.”  I had read an information sign by Jasper Trail that said Persian Ibex had been brought to the area as a gift.  There are now 200-500 ibex in the area.  We hoped to catch a glimpse of them.  We drove down a winding road with a 19% grade (at one point) only to come upon a gate stating the park was closed.  They should put a sign back at the beginning of the roadway before getting to that point. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like if we had been towing a trailer!  The sign said the park was open Wed-Sun.  Guess we’ll drive over there tomorrow.  

 5 Feb 2019 (Tue) – We ran to the commissary at 8:00 a.m. to pick up some groceries but it didn’t open until 9:00 a.m. So we went to McDonald’s and had breakfast.  With still 40 minutes to go until 9 a.m., we decided to just pick up a case of water at the Express Stop.  We then packed up the RV and left for Deming, NM.  The drive was just two hours.  Paul and I both suffered sour stomachs.  Guess the food at the reservation wasn’t as good as it should have been.

    We arrived at the Rockhound State Park where we were met by the camp host on his golf cart.  He said there were only two sites that fit us.  We backed into a site and hooked up.  We had to add blocks under the front jacks as the ground slopes down a little.  This is one of the nicest campgrounds we have ever stayed at (we were here in 2015). The sites are spacious.  The campground is nestled at the base of the Florida Mountains.  There are two trails that wander into the landscape where you walk among a rich variety of desert flora and fauna.  The cacti are the healthiest I think I have ever seen.  At night, the stars in the sky stand out clearly and you can look down on the town below and watch the twinkling lights.  The park authorities allow people to wander around the mountains and valleys searching for rocks and minerals.  Many people come up for the day with their rock hammers and buckets. You are allowed to collect up to 15 pounds of rocks.  

4 Feb 2019 (Mon) – We went to the Inn of the Mountain Gods Resort & Casino on the Mescalero-Apache Homelands. It was a long drive into the mountains with some snow remaining in the cooler areas.  The casino was pretty.  They built a dam and a beautiful blue lake sat in front of the inn.  Big windows gave visitors a panoramic view of the lake and mountains.  We had lunch in the Broken Arrow Taproom.  The food was OK.  We each played $20 in the slots.  As usual, I made the obligatory deposit to the slot demons.  Paul, on the other hand, was able to collect $96.02.  That’s the way we like to play – spend some time and walk away without it costing anything.  Between lunch and gambling, we spent about $5.

    We drove back (it was over an hour) to the campground, quickly fed the animals, grabbed Bonnie, and headed over to White Sands National for the sunset stroll with a park ranger.  The sky was mostly clouded so we did not get a great sunset.  There was about a group of 30 people and 3 dogs who followed the ranger through the dunes, stopping at various points to hear him explain something about the history and geography of the area.  Surprisingly, there is water just a foot below the surface that helps to keep the sand dunes in place.

3 Feb 2019 (Sun) – We drove into town today to see the historic area.  It turned out to be two blocks of old, dilapidated buildings.  There are poor areas and not-so-poor areas around Alamogordo but no really wealthy area.  We had lunch at Can’t Stop Smoking BBQ.  They were running a special today for Super Bowl so we got a rack of ribs along with garlic potatoes and Italian green beans.  The meal was good and there was enough to take home for left-overs.

    After lunch, we drove around for a while just looking the town over.  When we got back on base, we drove around there giving it a look over, too. The base is huge.  They have fighter jets here and there is a test squadron over on the edge of the airbase.  

    We enjoyed our left-overs while watching the Super Bowl tonight.

 2 Feb 2019 (Sat) – When we woke this morning, there was a very thick fog in the area.  It slowly burned off so that  by the time we left at 9:45 a.m., most of it had lifted.  It was about three hours to Alamogordo.  As we drove through miles and miles of vast desert landscape, suddenly a snow covered peak appeared in the distance.  As we drew closer, a mountain range began to grow larger.  Soon we were driving through the mountains.  We climbed to 8,700 feet over winding roadways.  As we came around a mountain top, the area before us opened up and White Sands was visible off in the distance as a white streak in the brown desert.  It really stands out!

    We pulled into Holloman AFB FamCamp around 1:00 p.m.  There are three rows of 12 campsites with a decent amount of space between them.  A posted sign told incoming campers to check in with the camp host before setting up.  There was a sign on the camp host’s door saying he was off duty and to fill out the registration paperwork in the laundry.  We picked a site, set up, then filled out the form in the laundry.  They only take check or cash.  I wrote a check and dropped the envelope in a locked box.

    Sheba was really chomping at the bit to go out so we gave her outside time.  She has been spending a lot of time in the last month confined to the trailer because of lack of space or heavy traffic.  She really enjoyed exploring this campsite.  

 1 Feb 2019 (Fri) – Aaaahhh.  The smell of petroleum in the morning. NOT!  We walked out of the RV this morning and almost gagged on the overwhelming smell of petroleum in the air.  Texas and New Mexico are both extracting oil from the Permian Basin. We looked at a map of the area and it was covered with thousands of little white dots; each dot representing an oil well. How can there be anything left in the ground with all those wells?  Geologists say there are enough reserves in the basin to last 100 years.  The sheer volume of wells above ground and reserves in the ground are just mind boggling.

    We drove to Carlsbad Caverns today. This was our third time visiting the caverns.  Paul was there with his family when he was a young boy and remembers a cafeteria down in the cavern where they ate lunch.  I first visited Carlsbad in 2005 when I deployed to El Paso before shipping out to Iraq.  We both were here 3-1/2 years ago in 2015, and now we were back again.  We walked in at the natural entrance which was one mile of winding, descending walkway.  There was nobody around.  It was so still and there was a kind of reverence as we passed fantastic formations of stalagmites, stalactites, columns, bacon, popcorn, and soda straws (I think somebody was hungry when they named these speleothems).  Several times, we had the eerie feeling that they had closed the place (it would have been funny except that that has happened to us before).  

    When we reached the bottom of the entrance, we then walked the 1-1/4 mile walk around the Big Room.  It was so much fun naming the formations and exploring the vast space underground.  This was the best cave experience.  Even though we have been to Carlsbad Caverns before, there have been years of exploring dozens of caves over the years.  We can now appreciate how phenomenal this cave is.  It should be a bucket list item for everyone.

    After spending three hours at the caverns, we drove into Carlsbad and had lunch at the Red Chimney BBQ.  The food was excellent!  We packed up our leftovers and headed home, stopping to get fuel at a station.  It’s funny. We are deep in oil country and the cost of fuel is higher than it was deep in Texas.  The average price around here for diesel fuel is between $2.83 and $2.99.

31 Jan 2019 (Thu) – We pulled up stakes, left Seminole, TX, and drove to Artesia in New Mexico.  The drive was just two hours.  We drove past a HUGE oil field.  It was almost like someone had practiced a scorched earth policy.  There were oil pumps and derricks for as far as the eye could see.  The smell of petroleum was so strong that you could actually taste it on your tongue. We did not recognize any of the names of the companies operating along the way.  They must extract the oil and then sell it to the manufacturers whose names we know (i.e., Exxon, Mobile).

    We arrived at Artesia RV Park just before noon.  The campground is next to a very large orchard with huge trees.  The trees are bare and many have been cut back a lot. We think it might be pistachio trees. It’s just a guess.  The campground is nicely laid out with a good amount of room between campsites.  There are many oil workers in here, too.  

    After set up, we drove into town for lunch and to run errands.  Our meal was at La Fonda Restaurant.  It was Mexican fare and margaritas made from agave wine (guess they don’t have a liquor license).  It was a very sweet drink.  After lunch, we bought propane, got fuel, picked up groceries, and mailed off postcards.

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