#moonvale fanfiction

[hacked-by-jake]

[MC (they-them) × Jake × fluff]

MC stepped out of the police station, relieved to have finally finished the last report on the Hannah case, feeling the warmth of the sun on their face and the crisp spring air filling their lungs. They glanced at their watch, already mentally mapping out their route to the next town where their expertise was needed. But before they could take another step, a mysterious figure clad in black approached them, sunglasses hiding his eyes, a hood obscuring his features.

"Are you MC?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

They nodded cautiously as he handed them a sealed envelope without another word. Without waiting for a response, the enigmatic figure vanished into the bustling street. Intrigued and slightly unnerved, MC tore open the letter, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected delivery, despite already having a premonition about the sender of this letter..

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𝘔𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘊,

I'm sending this letter to assure you of my safety.

As I sit here, penning these words to you, my heart races with both excitement and trepidation. The events that unfolded during our recent mission have left me both exhilarated and wounded, both physically and emotionally. But above all else, they've left me longing for your reassuring presence.

I write to you now, not from a place of despair, but from a place of hope and determination. Despite the close call and the injuries sustained, I want you to know that I am safe and on the path to recovery. The mine left me with several, light injuries. The burns may sting, but they are nothing compared to the ache in my heart from being away from you.

MC, our partnership has been nothing short of extraordinary. Together, we've faced challenges that most would shy away from, and emerged victorious against all odds. The way you fearlessly tackled every obstacle, with unwavering resolve, fills me with an indescribable pride. You are the true hero in this story.

Yet, amidst the chaos and danger, I can't shake the feeling of guilt for putting you in harm's way. Please know that it was never my intention to cause you worry or pain. If anything, I am in awe of your strength and resilience, and I am eternally grateful for your unwavering support.

As we embark on this temporary separation, I find solace in the knowledge that it is only a matter of time before we reunite. I've been informed about the City near Duskwood, where they requested your assistance. Moonvale awaits us with its mysteries and challenges, and I have no doubt that together, we will conquer whatever obstacles lie ahead.

Until then, my love, take comfort in the knowledge that I carry you with me always, in every beat of my heart and every thought that crosses my mind. Stay strong, stay safe, and know that I am counting down the moments until we can be together again.

I, too, will personally ensure your safety. Nymos and I are committed to clearing your path and doing whatever it takes to protect you. I've shared my vulnerability with you before, and in light of the recent events at Grim Rock, I find myself even more dependent and at your mercy.

I'm incredibly proud of you for cracking the case and saving my sister. The challenges you confronted, the horrors you endured, and the loss of Richy... I can only begin to fathom the emotional anguish you're experiencing, but I vow to be your unwavering support, concealed in the shadows, yet ever-present by your side, even if you cannot perceive me. I will never leave you alone.

MC, my love, I promise you, we will see each other again when the time comes.

With all my heart,

Jake

A/n: A little thing after the release of the date, just a little idea. Actually, I just wanted to post the letter, but decided to add the first part, just as an introduction. Letters from Jake are just great, aren’t they? :) I was a bit proud for the wording here. Even if the first part is pretty short and not so detailed. But well, writing Jake is a stress-lovely something. I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading and I hope you will have a fantastic day/evening/night! 💚

[miss-celestia13]

The Ending You Deserve

Jake x MC - Duskwood One Shot

I wanted to practice angst and creating suspense. This happened. It has a touch of humor, a hint of fluff, and other things! Sassy MC. No smut for a change. It feels weird 🤭

Can Jake run from death and make it to MC?

Or will his demons win the race?

MC isn't named or described as it was more for the emotions. It's all from Jake’s POV.

Pain. 

Aching. Cold. Hot. Burning, burning, burning. It rolled through him in waves.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t see.

Dread wove through his internal organs and strangled him from the inside like an invasive vine had taken root in the core of himself.

Smoke and ash choked his airways as he stumbled and tripped through the mine.

His heart rattled savagely against his ribs.

It felt like a creature in its death throes, trying to break out of his chest.

His foot collided with a jagged, jutting rock and he went down like a house of cards. Crumpled and folded as he rolled and rolled.

Hissing as tiny sharp stones cut into his face and hands.

Ash ridden sweat trickled down his face and stung the many small slices leaking blood as he lay on his back panting and cursing himself as the ominous orange glow of raging flame inched along the underground tunnel.

The air grew thinner and thinner.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker. 

The gasoline fueled fire was a monster bearing down on him and he scrambled to his trembling feet. Taking off at a staggering jog, one hand braced on the rough, dirty wall.

A pinprick of light opened up far ahead and a jolt of adrenaline surged through his bloodstream. He hurried, panting and terrified, breathing too shallowly as the rising heat nipped at his neck.

He knew he had a choice to make.

It was death by fire or FBI.

Neither option appealed to him, but as he looked back and saw the swirling, furious flames licking nearer and nearer. He knew he had to decide.

It wasn’t fair.

He wasn’t innocent or free from any wrongdoing. But he didn’t deserve to die like an animal, run over and left bleeding out and twitching on the side of the road until he grew cold and stiff. 

No one would miss him.

No one would look for him.

He was all alone. It was a surety. He was always, always alone.

That’s not true though, is it, Jake?

It hasn’t been for a while now.

The voice in his head made his breath catch, and his heart pounded painfully in his throat.

It felt as though someone had reached inside his chest, broken through his flesh, muscle and grasped his bones to pry them apart, an invisible fist that gripped his pulsing heart and shoved it in his mouth. Forcing him to swallow it.

It beat there like a Wardrum. Marching him to his death. 

It throbbed and choked and filled his mouth with copper. He couldn’t stand it. The pain was corrosive as it ate through his nerves and left them exposed to the heat and acrid taint of smoke.

She is waiting for you. Don’t let her down.

You PROMISED.

A soul deep sigh huffed through his nose as his feet sped up, pebbles and broken glass crunched under his boots as he raced toward the gradually growing dot of light.

The roaring fire and echo of his escape bounced off the stone and haunted him as he ran for his life.

Four years of running.

Four years of searching and shame and seclusion. Running had been his gift. His lifeline. 

Yet he felt wholly unprepared for this last sprint.

He was tiring.

Steps shortening faster than his scalding breath as black smoke slithered overhead and wrapped its insidious tentacles around his body.

He would not make it.

He would not see her after all.

The thought felt like a poisoned blade sinking into his chest. He could feel the barbs of it twisting and cutting through sinew.

He would soon bleed out without a sound.

The fight left him as the intangible knife punctured his hope and foolish dream of having a love he didn’t deserve.

They’d been writing their own story, filling the pages with dreams and fragile, flourishing love.

He felt like coming here was akin to him tearing out those pages and ripping them up.

It broke him so completely he almost stopped and let the flames embrace him.

He could already smell the sickly sweet and pungent scent of his blistering flesh. Like tanning leather over a flame.

He was going to burn.

It would hurt more than he already did.

It would roast through his flesh, flay it from his bones and incinerate muscle and blood to dust.

He could already feel it.

Creeping closer, singing the hair on his nape, and filling his nose with the cloying scent of dangerous smoke.

No one would know it was him.

Nothing would remain for her except blackened bones and the memory that he had gone to the mine instead of her.

She would blame herself for this.

It would destroy her.

And it was all his doing.

No.

Never.

He wouldn’t be a cause of her pain anymore than he already had.

A burst of fresh speed and determination glittered through him as the fire drew so near he could feel the flames whispering in his ear.

Too slow, Jake. It’s too late.

You can’t run away from this.

Your luck has faded.

He forced it aside and sobbed through his clenched teeth as the dot of light swelled and came toward him.

His legs were heavy. Growing weightier with every leap over fallen support beams and shattered rock.

His rabbit heart raced faster and faster. It deafened him to the groaning, popping wood as the fire devoured it.

Tears streaked through the soot and blood on his face. Leaving pale tracks through the grime and coating his chapped lips with brine.

His vision blurred as his emotions broke free of the locked and coded vault he’d stuffed in the back of his hive mind to come here.

He attempted to shove them back in.

It didn’t work.

They spilled out and utterly overwhelmed him.

He’d spent years locking them down. Beating them into submission, so they listened to him and not him to them. The steel and stone fortress he erected around himself had already crumbled for her and there was nowhere left to hide.

He’d given her everything he had, and it wouldn’t be enough.

You always knew you weren’t enough. Let’s not think too highly of ourselves.

She deserves better than this.

Better than you.

That is a truth you will never escape.

His heart fractured as his mind fought against him and his flagging spirit frayed further.

She deserved better than this.

He was failing her. Had failed her since he let her in.

He’d always known he’d cause her future hurt.

He just hadn’t expected it would come so soon. That he wouldn’t get to watch from afar as she healed from his vanishing.

They had always lived on borrowed time.

And now, the fire was so close sweat slid like rivers down his back and legs, eating away at his nerves as they flared wildly under his soaking skin.

Jake knew it was futile. The ball of light in his vision seemed to run away from him as his eyes blurred and cleared repeatedly. His hands curled into two tight fists and he fought the urge to punch the wall in fury.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek instead. Biting down hard until the skin gave and blood welled over the tattered edge, glazing his tongue with the buttery, metallic taste of it.

It acted like a stimulant.

His eyes focused and his heart pounded fiercely as he ran and ran and ran.

Feet pounded stone as fire blazed through the mine. He had to outrun it.

He would outrun in it.

There was no other option as his blood pressure skyrocketed and his breath became harsh, shallow.

The fire sucked away the air before it could go in as he tried to gulp it down.

There was no oxygen.

His insides kept writhing and twisting.

They knotted up and up so tightly he swore felt something tear. Something that made him cry out as the air was crushed from him.

He could see shadows in his periphery. Specks of darkness and sparks of light as his lungs ached and screamed for oxygen. For rest.

Resting meant dying.

Dying meant failing her.

Failing her was never an option before.

It couldn’t be one now.

He put his head down and ran.

He jumped over another wooden beam as the light ahead broadened and he landed atop aged wooden boards.

He only had time to scream as they broke under his weight and their age.

Jake fell. And fell and fell.

He screwed his eyes shut before he hit the ground.

The impact was so brutal, he almost wished it had killed him.

He hit the ground with a resounding whack.

His head cracked off the stone. Pain, blinding and bleeding, radiated through his skull and brain, frying his rationality completely and leaving room for fear to consume him wholly.

Warmth seeped across his scalp and his hand came away, stained in crimson when he reached to feel the damage. 

Head wounds bled worse than they were and the gash didn’t feel too bad once the stinging pain subsided a little. He internally surveyed the rest of himself. Finding nothing broken despite his ribs feeling as though a giant had stomped him flat.

Dirt and blood coated his teeth as he wheezed and coughed. Choking and spluttering as he tried to get a handle on himself.

He’d bitten through his lip, and it bled like a bitch.

Something was stabbing into his shoulder. 

As he stared up at the hole he fell through, a sensation like a thousand razor blades slicing down his skin moved down his spine, coiling in his lower back. It swirled there, a ball of cutting, primal fright that soon bled through the rest of him.

A rickety ladder leading up and out offered a small ray of hope.

He clung to it and calculated how long it would take to climb in his current condition. 

Fire scoured over the opening and left no place for him to escape.

His hope died with a breathless whimper.

He barely even heard it as agony rippled through his bones and he rolled onto his knees, panting.

“Fuck!” He spat. The word was more like a vicious curse as it rebounded off the mine walls and into his ears.

Mocking him as he squinted into the darkness and tried to figure out what to do next.

The fire would keep the police and FBI away from the mine until it burnt out. They wouldn’t rush in until it was safe enough. He knew that.

He could use that.

Jake kneeled on the filthy ground and schemed.

The temperature rose and rose as he shuffled through his thoughts.

He neatly ordered and arranged everything, thinking of his brain like a filing cabinet.

He could slide one drawer open and find a treasure trove of data and memories.

Some would get stuck as he tugged at them. Rusty and dusty, hardly ever opened for fear it would cut off his ability to feel nothing.

He pulled at one that had eroded so much he had to kick it and smash it to smithereens to pull the files out.

It was like opening Pandora’s box and expecting sunshine to pour forth. 

A veritable flood of emotion, memory, and agony spilled free of the mental drawer and absolutely annihilated his hold on himself.

He’d forgotten what it was like to feel everything so fully.

Everything of the last few years had felt like he was competing against time itself. And time was humanity’s greatest enemy. There was never enough of it and it actively fought back when you tried to beat it.

It was a losing game and in order to keep playing, he’d become a ghost.

He muted everything that made him human in order to survive.

Calculated.

Clinical.

Cold.

Jake was all of that.

Now, he felt everything.

He wanted to survive. He wanted to live.

Lingering as a phantom on the periphery of reality no longer appealed to him. He wanted to feel and touch and be. He wanted everything life had to give.

The bitter and the sweet. The hurt and the relief. All of it.

Jake just wanted.

And when Jake wanted something, he got it.

He pushed up on his hands. Curling his fingers into the gravelly dirt and ignoring the bark of pain as his nails cracked and split.

His blood mingled with the muck, and he clambered to his feet.

Everything ached and bled and felt so heavy he could barely put one foot in front of the other as he carefully headed down the tunnel he’d dropped into.

His throat was raw. Torn to shreds from smoke and screaming. His hands quaked and his mouth was so dry his tongue curdled in his mouth as he smacked his lips together and tried to create some lubrication.

It was useless. He needed water.

He needed to rest soon, or he would pass out in sheer fright and exhaustion.

It’s too late, Jake.

Give up.

Only fools persist in fighting when the odds are stacked.

Jake’s head throbbed as he thrashed it, as if to dispel the sinister crooning, and muttered, “The odds are always stacked. It’s how you play the system.”

The voice went quiet again, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he tripped over rock and wood, hands scrabbling at the walls to ensure he wouldn’t get himself lost.

He risked taking his phone out of his pocket, scowling at the shattered screen as message after message came through.

MC: Jake. You can’t just tell a woman you love her and then ignore her!

Answer me.

Please.

Just give me a sign. A smoke signal. Send a damn carrier pigeon if you have to! They’re saying there’s no way in or out. But I know better. You’ll find a way. 

Keep going. Please don’t give up. You’re not alone in this. I won’t allow it.

If you die, I will hunt you down, drag you back and kill you again. You must live, Jake. Not for me, not for Hannah or Lilly, but for you. You will make it back to me.

He swiped them away. Deleting them. They made his heart shiver and fracture more. The rubious fissures would leave silver scars behind. He groaned as another came through and he immediately memorized the coordinates she gave him. Deleting the message once he had. He put all his remaining energy and will into planning his escape.

His mind wheeled with memories from before.  Prior to being forced into hiding, he had experienced a life of color and fluctuating joy. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was his. The day he had to leave it all behind, he’d severed all strands of his old life and assumed the identity of many and none. 

He’d learned a lot about humanity and its cruelty in that time. He knew how it worked.

Life was a battle against human cruelty. It always was and always would be. Wisdom, strategy, and hope were the only factors that could hope to gain over cruelty.

And his hope lived on. 

Hope, he understood it lived with her now. He’d given her it and she had offered him her own. He would not waste it.

He flicked through his brain and memories, shelving what didn’t matter and keeping what did. Everything that made him ache, he kept. Everything that made him feel safe, he lost.

If safety meant being alone, lost in a mine until he either burned or starved to death, he didn’t want it.

He reached into the mental vault containing their chats. 

Their conversation about her coming here was the most potent file he had, and it would fuel him to make it out.

She had complimented his research on the mine and he’d told her about some entrances/exits.

He informed her of the ones he thought were most likely to get him caught. It was a manipulative decision, so she wouldn’t get the stupid idea of following him.

He kept one exit loaded like a bullet in the back of his mind.

It was risky.

It was idiotic. 

Still, Jake took off running for it. 

The tunnel was narrowing as he traveled along it. He had to duck before long.

His heart still frothed behind his sternum. Relentless and out of time, with his sawing breath as the walls closed in on him.

He had to crouch now. His head scuffed off the rugged ceiling and he bit back a shout as the pain merged with that of the wound still leaking blood on the back of his skull.

He felt drained. His body became so weighty, he was grateful when the tightening passage forced him to his hands and knees.

Jake crawled and crawled. Palms scraped and searing as sweat irritated all his grazes. His eyes prickled with fresh tears as a draught of fresh air snaked into his nose.

Dread rose to swallow him, but he kept going. He didn’t know what awaited him on the other side, but it was better than dying alone, never to be mourned or found.

The fear of being arrested was so strong it almost halted him as he squeezed through the ever shrinking tunnel and felt like he was caught in a vice.

If he got stuck—No, he couldn’t think it.

He had to turn his fear into a weapon. Run from this place and reclaim his name. The sweat on his brow, the blood running through his veins; it was that of a survivor.

This was just another glitch.

He told himself that over and over as he army crawled through the crushing mine.

He was blind.

The darkness entrenched him.

It would entomb him if he allowed it.

His coat snagged on the rough wall and dragged him back. He shook his sore body as much as the tight space would allow and panted through his clenched teeth.

It kept sticking. He had stretched his hands ahead of him.

There was no room or way for him to tug the fabric free.

His heart stopped dead in his chest.

Helplessness stole his flagging fight, and he slumped into the dirt, hiding his filthy face in it.

Abruptly, Jake started sobbing like a child. Great, gasping cries tore from him and his entire body shuddered with it. So violent and soul destroying he couldn’t temper it.

No matter what he did, it went against him. He’d never worked with such horrendous odds. His brain was a mess of emotion and regret.

He wished he’d written everything he felt and hoped for them down and mailed the letter to her before he entered the mine, but he’d been cocky then. Too confident in his ability to escape any trap or cage.

Jake gave up and accepted his fate.

If he died, if that was his due, there was no stopping it. He’d been living off begged and borrowed and stolen time for years.

It had finally caught up to him.

He was so lost in defeat. Consumed by it. His throat contracted, and he felt like he might be sick.

He hoped he choked on it.

Make it quick.

“I don’t want to die,” He whispered without meaning to and his mouth kept moving, the words kept falling from his bloodstained lips, “Not like this, anything but this.”

His heart shriveled and went cold as he struggled and tried to shuffle forward. He couldn’t breathe properly. All his weight was on his front. His ribs felt bruised and cracked, every tiny inhale felt like a sledgehammer blow.

It is over, Jake. Feel that? The cold creeping in? Soon, it’s all you’ll know. This darkness? It’s all there is. All there ever will be. It’s what you –

“-- I don’t deserve this.” Jake growled with a certainty he’d never known.

Adrenaline coursed through him, lighting up his veins and filling him with new trembling energy as if someone had injected him with a drug.

He rocked and shook his body until his bones jolted and his skin felt too tight. He forced what little breath he had out through gritted teeth and felt the tendons in his neck straining as he dug his fingers into the dirt and put all his strength into pulling himself free.

The sound of fabric ripping caused his heart to start beating again.

He gave a laugh like shattering glass.

Unhinged and desperate as the momentum of his coat coming free shoved him forward a few feet.

From there, it wasn’t easy. He felt like a clumsy serpent as he slithered through the mine.

He kept laughing. His heart kept pounding.

The voice in his head was silent as his hands connected with something that fell away as he shoved at it.

Glorious, clean night air hit his sweaty face, and he gulped it down as he pulled himself out of the horrible tunnel.

It seemed to cling to him. Like invisible hands tugged on his ankles to keep him trapped. He refused to allow it.

Damp earth, long green grass, and dried leaves crunched under his hands as he lay on his back on the forest floor and stared at the starry sky.

He considered the spectacle of stars as the greatest gift he could have received. He analyzed it, finding the North star and thinking of the co-ordinates MC had given him. He quickly checked them on his phone before he threw it away, and was relieved when he discovered it wasn’t too far to make it there on foot.

If he headed in a North- Easterly direction, he could make it there at sunrise.

He didn’t bother looking toward Duskwood, didn’t need to know how close his pursuers might be or he’d lose his nerve.

He shakily got to his feet and started walking.

Time meant nothing to him as he traipsed through forest and open fields. He stayed away from the roads he knew were always busy.

In his current condition, some good samaritan would call for help thinking they were aiding him when in fact they’d be signing his death.

He was so tired. It clung to him like a shroud of smothering fog he would never break out of.

He kept moving. 

Through shadow and moonlight, he kept walking and ignored the pain in his body as best he could. 

There was no end to his exhaustion as pink tinged sunlight shimmered through the pines.

The sun was rising.

How strange, he thought, that his world could burn down around him and yet the sun still rose.

He eyed it and felt strange, like it was an abstract painting absolutely out of place in this world of cruelty, death, and flame.

No matter how deeply or irrevocably the world burned. No matter how thick the shadows grew and the amount the freezing darkness consumed, the sun would always rise.

It filled the world with light, warmth, and color and precious hope.

He felt the soft warmth kiss his hurting face, and it energized him as he broke out of the cover of trees and came to a halt in a motel parking lot.

Jake frowned, glancing around in suspicion and doubt as he failed to understand. Why would she send him here? He hadn’t stayed here. It was too out of the way.

And just how did she know of it?

He stood straight and fear thickened in his throat as his attention snagged on a window. The curtains had moved. He was sure of it.

He moved as though to sink back amongst the trees, but the creak of a door opening made his head snap toward it.

A small, slender hand poked through the gap in the door, beckoning him. He was moving toward it before he could give his feet the command.

His heart picked up speed again. His pulse and distress ratcheting up and infusing him with tension like someone was turning a screw too tightly.

He was only a few steps away from the door now. His skin felt too sensitive and everything hurt in some way. His throat felt like he’d been eating sandpaper and gravel.

The shake in his hands intensified, flight or fight. His nervous system couldn’t decide.

As he hesitated, a female voice trailed through the open door and it was like a salve on his exposed nerves. He had heard that voice, he could recognize it anywhere.

His heart raced for an entirely different reason as he listened to it.

“It’s safe. Come in and I’ll explain.”

Jake didn’t care about her explanation as the adrenaline left him so suddenly he drooped and nearly dropped to his knees.

He tripped through the door instead.

She didn’t give him time to rake his gaze over her the way he wanted to. She gripped him and forcefully dragged him into an embrace, causing him to groan in pain as it aggravated his many minor injuries.

She instantly pulled back, grimacing and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. Here, I have supplies. I figured one of us would get shot or stabbed or maimed. It felt important to be prepared. Thankfully, the worst injury I’ve had is paper cuts. You don’t look like you’ve been so lucky. Are you bleeding anywhere? What do I do first? Are you burnt? You smell like someone roasted you over a spit! Are yo-”

Jake chuckled roughly at her babbling. Touched and amused by her care and thoughtfulness.

It was the first genuine laugh he’d had in years, and it turned into a cackle before long. It just slipped out of him and sounded more like crying by the end.

His gritty eyes closed as emotion swallowed him and he welcomed the darkness they offered.

It was familiar.

It was safe.

He woke hours later very confused and so stiff it felt like he was breaking his bones to sit up. His grunt of pain escaped his teeth as a lilting voice cut through the static in his mind.

“Oh, good. I was worrying. That’s nothing new, but you look like someone just dug you out of your grave. I cleaned and patched you up as best I could without stripping you. I thought I’d let you buy me dinner before we got to that stage!”

Her tone was light and filled with humor, but there was an edge of despair and anxiety in it that told him she’d fussed over him the entire time he slept.

His sluggish heart resided in his empty stomach as she approached him slowly like she thought he was an injured animal and she was afraid to spook him.

“Where are we? Why are you here? You promised to stay away.” He managed as he accepted the glass of water she offered him.

His fingers left dirty streaks on the glass as the dirt mingled with the condensation. The water was cold and crystal clear and he gulped it down to clear the sour taste out of his mouth.

She huffed at his words and waited for him to sink the water before she responded, “Typical. I come and help you and you scold me. Well, shove it.  If it weren’t for me and Alan, you would be dead or rotting in a cell. And I did stay away! I didn't go to the mine, did I?” 

His gaze flew to her indignant face, lovely and open despite the fury razing hell in her narrowed eyes.

He felt shocked that he could speak because his tongue felt so thick in his mouth. “My apologies. I’m still—I’m sorry... Alan? I thought he would be more interested in helping them catch me?”

She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sat down beside him.

“That was until I ripped him a new one. The fire helped most, but Alan is currently playing down your involvement to give us time. He’ll make contact with us once we find a safe place to stay.”

He opened his mouth to demand she go back home, and he’d message once he was safe, but she flung up a hand to silence him.

“None of that. I’ll explain better once we know the scope of the fallout in Duskwood. But I am coming with you. No, if ands or buts about it, Jake. I make my decisions, not you. The last time someone tried to decide for me, I bit them. Don’t make me bite you too. Are you in?”

Her eyes were hard and unwavering, not a sliver of doubt to be found.

Everything inside him protested against dragging her into his mess, but he was tired.

He was tired of being alone.

He was so tired of losing everything.

Four years of fatigue and depression sank through him like a millstone and he hung his head in defeat. He was in no condition to run alone, anyway.

And he didn't want to. It was selfish. It was daft. But he didn't care.

He hadn't expected to survive this long. Plus, she had been his reason to make it out. He sighed and let his shoulders curl inward. Having someone else to protect would keep him sharp and ready for anything. She must've sensed his resolve weakening. 

She reached out and threaded her clean fingers through his muddy ones, dark and light; he thought stupidly as his skin tingled at the contact.

It had been so long since he’d been touched gently. With obvious affection and because someone wanted to, not because they had to. 

He was used to bruises and hurt. This was — this was what he'd survived for. 

He’d forgotten what it felt like as he met her gaze and felt his stomach fluttering with something that felt like excitement.

It felt like hundreds of tiny birds had taken flight in his abdomen and a frisson of tentative anticipation filtered through him. 

Her eyes glittered and his mouth twitched with the want to smile as he gave his response.

“I’m in.”

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Thank you for reading. I hope it was worth your time despite this being done so many times before me. Oh, and if you leave a comment or reblog, thank you. It is appreciated ❤️

[char-lotta]

[digital-corruption]

Now for the epic conclusion of Infiltrator. You can read Part 1 here.

Infiltrator - Part 2

When MC came around she found herself in a large, cold warehouse space that stank of rot. It was lit by old fluorescent lights, several of which flickered on and off intermittently. It was the furthest thing from the marble empire. Her head pounded worse than a jackhammer and the metallic taste in her mouth was undoubtedly dried blood. She lifted her hand to her head to confirm her worst fear - the earphone had been removed. She was on her own.

“How stupid do you have to be?” an older male voice interrupted her awakening and walked over to MC sitting on the ground. She looked up and recognised him immediately as the CEO, Harold Bowles. Glancing around, there was at least a dozen henchmen watching from the sidelines. “Did you really think you get away with something so harebrained?”

“Why not? You get away with it every day,” she muttered.

“Yes, but I have the resources of a multinational corporation. That’s not to mention my friends in the capital,” Harold grinned.

“Ah, but I have friends in high places!” she said loudly.

“Um, ok, but I have friends in higher places,” Harold mocked her.

“One of the things I learned working this job is that I’m never alone!” she announced even louder.

“Are you talking to us or…?” one of the henchman asked.

“Oh, did you think he can hear you? Your little friend in your ear?” Harold gestured. “Yeah, he can’t hear you. Not anymore.”

“Then… am I…” MC gasped.

“That’s right, you’re done for,” he confirmed. “But either we make this quick and painless, or my friends here drag this out. Who are you working for?”

“Working for? I work for myself!” she snapped.

“You can’t be serious,” Harold shook his head.

“Maybe you heard of my group. Mystery Investigators. Inc,” MC smiled. 

“No, I can definitely say I haven’t. I would remember a stupid name like that,” he laughed.

“Hey! You don’t see me making fun of your name, Hairy Balls!” she objected.

“It’s Bowles!” he sneered.

“Well, at any rate, you should take care to remember us. We’ll be the ones to take you down,” she beamed.

“You and your little friend?” he burst out laughing. “Oh, I get it. Lau’s mother put you up to this, didn’t she? That woman would not give it up.”

“You did kill her son,” MC glared.

“I did no such thing,” he shook his head. “What I do understand is that Lau was snooping in areas he wasn’t meant to be, and found himself in trouble because of it. Kind of like you. Admit it. You have nothing on me.”

“My team right now is putting together a rock-solid case against you and will destroy you,” she said confidently.

“Nice bluff,” Harold chuckled. “Get rid of her, then locate her friend and get rid of him too.”

“Yes sir,” the lead henchman nodded.

“Oh, could you be more specific?” MC spoke up.

“What are you talking about?” Harold asked confused.

“Get rid of me like drop me back to my place or…?” she shrugged.

Harry hesitated for a moment as he thought it was pretty clear, “Kill you and dump your body, of course.”

“Won’t that be suspicious?” she pointed out.

“We have ways of making it look self-inflicted,” the lead henchman answered.

“Oh, just like Lau’s friend, who also mysteriously died,” MC concluded.

“One of my best works,” the lead henchman grinned.

“Shut up, you idiot,” Harold glared at him.

“Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for clearing that up for us,” she smiled.

“What are you-“ he began, but was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.

Harold pulled at his phone to check who was calling, but when he saw it was an unknown number, he rejected the call and put the phone back into the inside pocket of his coat. Just as he finished readjusting his coat, the phone started ringing again. He pulled it out just enough to check that it was still the unknown number and rejected the call again.

“I would really answer that if I were you,” MC commented.

“I don’t take calls from unknown numbers,” he shook his head.

Suddenly the lead henchman’s phone started ringing. Harold turned to watch him check his phone and saw it was also an unknown number.

“Don’t answer that!” Harold yelled. “It’s going to be her stupid friend. We’re not negotiating!”

The lead henchman rejected the call and started to put his phone back away, but it started ringing again almost immediately. Before he could reject it again, another henchman’s phone started ringing. Then another. Then another. Soon, the entire warehouse was full of the sound of ringtones. The henchmen all desperately tried to reject the calls, but their phones would not respond. Harold’s phone started ringing again, but this time he was so freaked out he answered it. All of the phones responded to the call acceptance. All of the phones’ screens changed to a red eye on a black ground.

<<Harold Bowles, I will give you one chance to release that woman. Failure to do so will have severe repercussions for you and your friends.>> the unmistakeable distorted voice echoed through the room as it came through all of the phones’ speakerphones. <<You thought that by destroying her phone and earpiece that you would be untouchable in that location. You’re not. I already have you surrounded.>>

“You’re bluffing,” Harold shook his head in disbelief.

<<Are you sure that is a risk you want to take?>> Jake questioned.

Suddenly all of the phones changed to a live feed, each showing a different view – each showing their owner from above. They all looked up in unison and saw a mass of drones hovering above in the upper rafters of the warehouse, at least double their numbers.

“I told you I have friends in high places,” MC chortled.

“They’re just machines!” Harold yelled at the henchman that started to freak out. “Shoot them and then kill the girl!”

As the henchmen started to take out their sidearms, the drones fired tranquiliser darts at their targets. One by one the henchmen fell like dominoes until only Harold was standing. MC stood up, tilting her head back to look down at Harold. A single drone lifted from behind her and floated over her shoulder. She put into her ear a new earphone that the drone had just delivered to her while she held a new phone in the other hand.

“It’s over, Harry,” she grinned.

“What are you going to do? Kill me? You will never get away with it!” Harold said confidently. “Even in my death my corporation with hunt you down!”

“Oh, Harry, we’re not going to stoop to your level,” she laughed. “We don’t have to. You’re already given us everything we need.”

MC held up her new phone, showing Harold a live news feed. The news broadcast showed them just a few minutes earlier when Harold ordered the hit on MC and the henchman then confirmed that they were responsible for the death of Lau’s friend.

“Th-that’s fake news!” he yelled.

<<That will be for a jury to decide,>> Jake declared. <<Surrender now – there is no escape.>>

Darting his eyes to the side, Harold spotted a discarded gun from one of the henchman and dived for it. Before he even had his finger on the safety, a drone from above shot a tranquiliser dart at Harold. He fought the drug in his system and pointed the handgun at MC. Just as the shot rang out, the drone from over her shoulder flew in front of MC, shielding her from the gunshot. While Harold collapsed unconscious on the ground, MC screamed and fell to her knees, mourning the fallen drone.

“Why? Why!?” she sobbed. “Oh the humanity!”

<<Are you done?>> Jake spoke through the earpiece in her ear without the distortion.

“How can you say that? He just saved my life!” she continued.

<<MC. It’s a drone. I have dozens more of them,>> he reminded her.

“Drones have feelings too you know!” she exclaimed. “It’s one of your babies and that makes it a piece of you!”

The moment was interrupted by the sound of approaching police sirens. MC quickly grabbed the fallen drone and ran for the exit.

“Well, this has been another thrilling case!” MC teased.

<<MC…!>> Jake fought yelling at her for her carelessness and lying to him. He was having a hard time putting his anger into words that made sense.

However, just as she reached for the door, it opened and revealed a familiar face.

“Eric!?” MC gasped.

“MC?” Eric jumped at the sight of the fallen bodies. “What the hell happened here!?”

<<Eric, you’re late!>> Jake sneered through MC’s phone with the voice distortion on.

“I told you it was my night off!” Eric defended as he walked further into the warehouse to check the bodies.

“Awww, babe, you were worried about me?” MC giggled. “Hey, how did you find me? I thought the drones’ batteries weren’t powerful enough for tracking vehicles across the city.”

<<They’re not,>> Jake answered vaguely.

“You don’t know?” Eric questioned, glancing over shoulder.

<<Eric!>> Jake hissed.

“Know what?” MC frowned.

“He has a tracker on you,” Eric smirked.

“He what!?” MC snapped.

<<MC, please, can we talk about this later?>> Jake pleaded through the earpiece rather than the phone.

“You put a tracker on me!?” she exclaimed loudly.

<<After today, how can you blame me?>> he asked defensively. <<When you have someone that keeps diving headfirst into trouble alone, you put a tracker on them!>>

“Yeah, ok, can you two leave this for later? I have some more pressing questions for you both,” Eric interrupted. 

“Mmmm, I think I left my oven on,” MC lied.

<<You definitely did. I can see it now,>> Jake confirmed through her phone again with the distortion on.

“Jake, if you can see it is on, then you can turn it off,” Eric pointed out. “Please, don’t do this again. Don’t leave me with a scene like this and run off!”

“But the oven, he can’t turn it off. I have to do it for him,” MC explained. “So, toodeloo!”

Before Eric could utter another word, MC darted through the open doorway and ran across the parking lot outside the building to the front gate. If the fence around the property had not been barbed, she would’ve just jumped the fence. As it was, she hardly reached the alley before the police cars came streaming down the road. They stopped abruptly in front of the warehouse and cops jumped out of their cars. MC peeked around the corner to watch as Eric greeted the cops and issued orders. Confident that no one saw her, she turned away and leaned her back against the brick wall. Closing her eyes, she sighed with relief. A slight change of breeze alerted her to another presence in the alley. She opened her eyes and saw a hooded man standing before her.

“Hi!” she smiled.

“Don’t ‘hi’ me,” Jake glared from underneath his hood. “I am still mad at you.”

“And I am mad at you,” she pointed out.

“For what?” he asked confused.

“The tracker!” she reminded him.

“You’re really that upset over it?” he laughed. “Who is the one who said ‘I’ve got to go to a family thing! I will be back tomorrow!’ What would you have done if I had not broken into the mainframe?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Probably failed to get past security?”

“That’s true. Maybe I should’ve let you fail,” he looked away in anger.

MC’s stomach growled, making it clear to both of them just how hungry she was. “Chinese?” she smirked.

“Yes, sure,” Jake couldn’t help but laugh.

MC held out the broken drone, still in her clutches. “Can you fix him?”

Jake sighed, then took a quick look at the broken drone in the dim light of the night, “I don’t know. Maybe?” MC sobbed again, making Jake uncomfortable. “I’ll do what I can, ok?”

“You have to do better than that,” MC frowned.

“If the bullet shattered the board, I might as well get a new drone,” he frowned.

“Fix him!” MC insisted.

“Ok, fine! I’ll fix him!” he conceded.

“Good,” she nodded in victory. “And tell me where the tracker is!”

“No,” he laughed at her persistence.

“Well fine, maybe I won’t tell you the truth of where I’m going then,” she declared.

“That makes no sense,” he shook his head.

“What would be the fun if I ruined the surprise every time?” she reasoned.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Jake leaned his forehead down to rest against MC’s.

“But at least it won’t be boring,” she smirked.

“It’s never boring with you around,” he smiled. “But I won’t be taking my eyes off of you for a while.”

“Like you can stop me,” she teased.

“Don’t make me tie you down,” he narrowed his eyes.

“You say like that’s a bad thing,” she bit her lip suggestively.

“Um, maybe we should get out of here,” he gulped and scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, ok, but I have no idea where we are so please lead the way,” she giggled.

Jake smiled and took her hand, “Sure, let’s go.”

The End

[strangealienranchgoop]

As much as i like duskwood, i hate how it got me checking playstore as if the other game will appear magically 😭 like bruh why do i keep going back like I'm going for a walk there

[moonvalecrossing]

I am nervous as all heckles.

So like. I’ve made an account on AO3 because I kinda wanna share my Deltarune Fanfic because I am real proud of it mostly because I have not wrote serious fanfics in my life EVER nor have I gotten past like 5 chapters of one and here I am with 21 sitting around since I was REAL INTO WRITING IT RECENTLY.

I’ll probably read over the first chapter again one last time before posting anything in a day or so.

I’ve never done something like this before so I’m nervous AF. I hope people like my OC. I don’t usually share those outside of interacting with my girlfriend either. But she has not played Deltarune at all so yeah (she calls King the Yo Yo man because she knows it EXASPERATES ME TO NO END. He’s been her favorite but she also adores Queen too.)

In other semi related news I caved from nerves and bought a Lancer Plush from fangamer because I saw they had like 14 left currently and I REQUIRE MY SON.

The superboss goblins will someday be mine as well. As will the pretty pins and stuff because I am going to require every merch with King of Spades on it in order to function because I am down bad guys you don’t even know. All bets are off if he gets a plushie. I will be gone. It will be over.

Erm. Hi Deltarune Fandom? It’s 5:30 AM, my stomach is doing nervous cartwheels. I’m going to bed and sleeping and then I’ll come back and maybe share that fanfic’s first chapter.

At least there’s a good buffer for me to get over my writer’s block in case people actually like it. Oh god-

I am a sad strange little person fwee.

[miss-celestia13]

Violence

Jake ruminates on his love…

She came into his life with the force of a raging hurricane. A maelstrom of emotion and desire that he’d long refused to allow himself to feel. She was a storm restrained within a human skin, sent to disrupt his carefully crafted life.

There had been no way to refuse her, not that he wanted to. Her violent way of flirting had sealed it.

Being lured by her flashlight Morse Code and held at knifepoint was the most memorable way he’d ever been wooed.

The silver blade had rested against his throat, the small hand holding it unwavering and fearless, and he’d been gone from the moment she said;

“If you value that pretty neck, Jake, I’d stand very still and drop your hands.”

The urge to laugh and throttle her had struck him like a bolt of scarlet lightning.

She wanted him and hunted him down to have him. Shameless, utterly distracting, and so impatiently impulsive, he never knew what to expect next. A glitch in his system he’d been wholly unprepared to encounter.

He’d never felt as alive as he did under the power of her venom eyes that night.

It was as though his heart had shrivelled and died without him noticing. Years of neglect and abuse had rendered it nothing more than a muscle that pumped blood through his veins.

The tiny flame of hope he’d carried in the early days of his exile had guttered long before she appeared.

She was a shot of pure adrenaline that brought him back to life. She gave him a reason to stop running, teaching him how to live and fight for himself.

If she hadn’t decided he deserved better than what he had, he didn’t know where he’d be.

He’d resigned himself to a life of hollow, aching nothingness. Just him and the mocking echo of his racing steps as he sought a new hiding spot.

Never laying down roots, cutting any growth out before it could bloom, and dousing the surrounding earth with salt to ensure he’d remain alone.

It had worked until she dropped into his life like a boulder launched into a still lake. The ripples she’d caused still flowed through him.

Life had been cold before her. Petrified in time and tragic happenstance.

Grief, regret, and spite held him captive for so long, he had been afraid to see who he could be without it grinding him down.

All his would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’s weighed him down. Demons on his back.

Their poison tipped claws had sunk in deep, etching their unspeakable names into his bones, and filling his blood with their lethal dose.

Manon had seen all that, the enshrouding devouring darkness, the glacial waters surrounding him, and laughed in the face of his demons until they ran away screaming.

He once believed he deserved nothing more than the shallow, unmarked grave his pursuers had prepared for him.

Now, those who once hunted him filled that grave.

He thrived while they decayed.

And with her, his world was warm. Scalding in the best times.

They preferred spending time together wearing nothing but skin, accessorized with gooseflesh and sweat, his teeth marks, and the violets his fingers planted on her inner thighs whenever he crawled between them.

She was a fire, an untamed blaze in the dark that kept his brittle heart cozy and safe.

He was her peace and patience after her life of war, death, and self-appointed blame.

She was his, and he was hers.

Everything else was just static on the screen.

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I shared my MC's thoughts on Jake the other day, but I wrote them for both. It helps me get in their heads to write their stories. In this case, I had to write vows for them, and these helped me get into a romantic mindset. I wanted to share his side, too❤️

Silence - My MC’s thoughts on Jake.

[strangealienranchgoop]

Since I've played duskwood already, i have no other option but to wait for the new game 'cause no other games seem interesting enough to me😩

(Asking for some games to play for the noww ahhh)

[strangealienranchgoop]

Mc to Jake : i wish you were an Ad

Jake : an Ad? Why? Am i a disturbance for you?

Mc : no! So that i can see you more and more, between a movie or be it a game.

Jake :)

Mc : so can you make an Ad on yourself?

Jake : what?

Mc : what? 😃

[hacked-by-jake]

Hey HBJ, How are u? :)

as we are remembering things....CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IN MOONVALE WE WILL BE ABLE TO READ FANFICS?? I keep imagining that Jake and MC became so famous that people created FANFICS about the two of them or about the Duskwood case itself, I was surprised by this decision by everbyte and I believe that they read a lot of fanfics from extremely talented authors in the fandom and want to somehow reproduce it in the new game.

(I imagine Jake reading these fanfics in the game and being embarrassed when he finds a hot one)

Hey Ho, dear Anon. Nice to see you here! Doing alright, I guess, thank you so much for asking. How about you?

Well, yes! Absolutely needed to remember. Tbh, after finishing episode 10, the last few days I really had to think about it excessively, I still don’t know what to think about it. I mean, I don’t know any game or similar that that has ever done this. It's so, wow. And also 'wtf' xD

And in fact, I have the same theory as you, which would definitely make a lot of sense, if not most sense. And that’s why I don’t know exactly what to make of it, especially, what fanfictions will they use? And how exactly it is going to be, ahhhh. It's crazy, definitely.

Another possibility would be that it is something like another forum, only this time for writers or something. Or another library-like thing. I mean, had this two things in duskwood. And finding some 'books' aka fanfictions there would be interesting as well. Or yeah, like in the forum, people shared their written things.

This is a huge mystery, tbh. I can’t believe Everbyte just dropped that question and then didn’t mention it ever again. How can they do this to us? 😭 It's truly tormenting my thoughts. xD

However, I am also a bit afraid of how it will be and how exactly it will turn up. I mean, this could get a lot of people into fanfiction who don’t know or appreciate this kind of creativity. I feat it could also lead to hate for the authors or for people making jokes about it etc. So I really hope everything is going to be careful with it.

And also, gosh, if they read fanfiction... PLEASE NO. I mean, I don’t know if they know about tumblr and the fandom but just imagine it is... WAHHHHH. A bit embarrassing, tbh. But also kinda cool. Because it's absolutely right, we have so many amazing writer in this community and I would love it when Everbyte knows about them. They writer deserve to be appreciated for it.

And, Jake reading some smut about him and MC... I LOVE THIS so much. It would be so funny and well, hot. This imagine is incredible. Also that other people around MC would know about these type of fanfiction and that people wrote some including MC. Call me weird but I love that as well. Hehe. It is definitely a slightly different way to show off. But it's a good way.

Thank you for this reminder, dear Anon. Seriously. I'm anxious but to thrilled about it and I can't wait to see what Everbyte came up with for us. I already see us all going insane about it on Tumblr. xD

I hope you're having an amazing day or evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. <3

[hacked-by-jake]

Imma done with duskwood lmao 😂 Too long waiting, I wrote my own ending and now I lost interest in duskwood xD I know they are a small group of developers but they must realize their fandom is slowly dying :( It's sad but it is the truth 🥺 I see so many duskwood writer going quiet or writing OG works....

Well, that's very sad. But I don't think the fandom is dying. Not at all. First of all, it's January, trust me when I tell you, it's always very quiet in January. It's a stressful time. While December for example is more way more active. People have more time and winter makes more people to stay at home etc. It's not unusual for this time. Nevertheless, I do understand a bit what you mean. Of course we're waiting for Moonvale for a longer time now, but I think it's understandable. At least, I was expecting a long time for it to come out.

And I'm pretty sure they're aware of it... I see enough people starting to hate on them, leaving mean comments on Instagram etc. They know we're all waiting and they also know people become more and more inpatient. And I guess it's for them as hard as it is for us. I don't know what is going on there at Everbyte, but I'm very sure if they could they would work faster. But I think they already use every possible second to work on it. I mean, for them it's their income, their way to earn money, I don’t think they can just put Moonvale aside and chill, haha. Maybe they even have a second job, I don’t know, we don't know about the circumstances. I'm repeating myself, but I am convinced that this situation is difficult for Everbyte as well. And I don’t think they themselves expected it to take that long.

Still, I understand what you’re saying and how you mean it, but now, I think losing interest in things is normal. It happens all the time. And especially since Duskwood has been finished for quite some time now, the hype disappears at some point, but with luck it comes back. I mean, have you ever watched a movie you really liked but then you had to wait 3 or 4 or even more years for the second part? You’re not as excited about the movie every single day as you were the first time. You wait, maybe you lose interest in time, as I said, it’s normal. When the film is released, when it is finally ready, the joy often comes back. The movie was released and then you can decide if you want to watch it anyway, if it is worth trying, or if you are not interested anymore. Both is possible. Of course it's sad if you're absolutely done with it but it's simply normal and I don't think you can do anything about it.

And whether there is a connection between Moonvale and the more frequent occurrence of original works that I can not judge. I rather think it's simply because it's way easier to reach people with writing fanfiction. So, you can write fanfiction, write things you enjoy a lot and then you're interested in writing something made by yourself from top to bottom. You already reached some people so if you're lucky, maybe they will also be interested in an original work. I know many writers who simply never dared to publish original stories. But if one persons starts to publish their work other might get the missing courage to do it as well.

And yes, it’s also true that many Duskwood writers don’t post that much anymore. Of course, it will also be due to the fact that everyone’s joy and the excitement decreases a little after a while. Just like it happened with you. And that's okay as well. But I can also tell you that some people don’t read as many Duskwood fanfictions as before, which can be very demotivating for writer. But it’s also that the time we live in is nothing but hectic and exhausting. So much is going on. Everyone has so much stress. Health problems became much more present. Time is simply the enemy for many, the exhaustion does not allow people to write because something else is always going on. But in every other fandom it is no different, absolutely not. But because the Duskwood fandom is so much smaller it just stands out much faster. It's much more visible.

It's just a hard time in general. :/

Please don’t get my words wrong. I don't want to sound mean or rude or anything. Really. And I do understand what you mean and sometimes I even feel similar. It's a pity you're feeling this way by now but as I said, it's nothing unusual. It's sad when you lose things that used to bring you happiness but I think you can do nothing about it. I just hope at some point your excitement will be back and maybe you're even going to play Moonvale. I think it is not good to force yourself to like something if you have really lost interest. And instead of Duskwood and moonvale, I hope you find something else to enjoy. 💚

Still, thank you a lot for sending this ask and especially for sharing your thoughts with me/us. It means a lot to me. And I hope the 'situation' will improve for you again. I hope you're doing good so far. Please take always care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. Have a good day/evening/night. 💚💚

[hacked-by-jake]

HBJ! Happy birthday, I hope your day is as wonderful as you, once again, what would the Duskwood fandom be without you, your blog, your opinions and memes, you make a lot of difference during this route and will definitely do more in mooonvale, thank you for everything! 💞🎈🎊🎉 Enjoy your day, because it's your day.

Now...Blow out the candles and make a wish

Heisuue awww!! Thank you so incredibly much! You're so lovely, I really appreciate that you took the time to leave me this wonderful birthday message. 💚

The truth is, you all, all your messages made the time to something more special. I'm not really into my own birthday but all you wishes and words made me feel so happy and I'm very grateful for it. And I'm so thankful you all show me so much love. That I am allowed to experience so many wonderful moments and meet so many great people. I feel so honored that I can have this place in the community and that you all support me. I’ve said it several times and it’s the truth, without you this blog wouldn’t be what it is. I’m so glad I happen to be the owner.

And I am so excited about the upcoming Moonvale time with many new fantastic posts, memes, fanfictions and fanarts. I know we will have a great time.

Thank you all for accompanying me on the way through duskwood and to Moonvale. 💚

*blowing out the candles* I wish you all good luck and health, may Moonvale appear soon and please our lives. 💚