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Mc is petty, but Jake is even pettier.

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.20

Jessy: Looking left cause you don't treat me right.

Mc: Looking right because you left.

Phil: Looking up cause you let me down.

Dan: Looking down cause you fucked up.

Jake: What is wrong with you guys?

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.21

Mc: I think Dan was right.

Jake: I'm surprised he hasn't marched in here to say 'I told you so'.

Jessy: He wouldn't do that.

Dan: You're right, Jessy. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Dan: *turns around, so the shirt he's wearing says 'Dan Told You So' on the back*

Imagine that after entering the code in Moonvale the first thing that happens is that Jake calls us.

Theory by ☆Jake's girlfriend (fr!!)☆ on TikTok

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.23

Mc: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Jessy: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Richy: Meet me in the Denny's parking lot for a wizard duel.

Dan: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Jake: What the fuck is wrong with you people?

I couldn't help but read through Everbyte's Moonvale meets Duskwood page again, and something made me theorize further.

Naturally you are already in your next case and your new friends are counting on you. On the other hand, worrying about your old friends doesn’t just let you go either. Has something happened to them?

Duskwood is not far from Redlog Pines. Should you ask your new friends for help? Or should you go and check out the situation in Duskwood yourself?

Suddenly you get a call from an unknown number …

Now, remember about one of Everbyte's posts? When they asked if they should invite Phil to Redlog Pines one day, so we could ask him ourselves how he and his sisters are doing?

Considering the fact that we, as Duskwood players, are given a side story, and only we start with "Suddenly, you get a call from an unknown number ...", I came to the next conclusion:

We'll get a call from Phil, who got released from jail, and wanted to infrom us/ask about us. Considering all of our friends' contacts are lost, this most likely could be possible.

What happens next, is an endless possibility.

Will he help us through the case? Will we find out the Hawkins siblings are actually from Redlog Pines (considering that Jessy mentioned she didn't grow up in Duskwood)? Is Phil somehow connected to Eric and Adam? Maybe the three are childhood friends, and now that one of them dissapeared, Phil wants to keep an eye on the case? He might even try to invite us to the Aurora again, reasoning with "We could visit Redlog Pines as well, and you could look around and do your detective things."

Everbyte left us with many shady, question filled blank pages. And what else could a fandom do with these papers than not to fill them with theories?

I have a feeling that we can't except many or any updates until May 24th, so we're left alone with the clues and hints they gave us.

Any theories and suggestions, my dear friends?

Your post made me fall into thinking, and I have to stick to my own theory. Thought I'd share it with y'all.

I think the reason Jake abandons us is because the FBI are now hot in his heels. He had a little amount of time to delete all of our Duskwood friends' contacts and probably block the possibility for them to reach out to us, quickly and permanently delete everything we discovered during the investigation. I don't know how, I suck at technology, but probably pulled out some I'm-a-hacker move.

And let's not forget about Nymos. Did Jake ever mention that he stopped the program? I don't think so. And I really hope Everbyte remembers this small detail as well. Maybe Nymos will show up in Moonvale for us, blocking possible attacks. Because, let's be honest: this is the FBI we're talking about, they have more hackers than our group had. [But only we had Jake ;)]

This way, he can assure that no traces will lead the FBI and police to us. Which is, if we think about it, very thoughtful, however, we didn't work that much together with the others for him to just cut us off.

We can never be so sure, let's hope this circa two months will pass under a blink of an eye.

[Excuse me if I didn't really make sense and there're any typos, I wrote this at 3:43 while sick af.]

The new thing I found out today is: that Jake was always a manipulator and abandons us in Moonvale (which according to what I have read, Jake stops talking to us when that is not the case, but the messages disappear)

Keep Jake away from the MCs who doubt him and only care about his beauty, the poor guy at this rate is going to be called a murderer 😭

I'm already doing things the way Jake would want me to. Kind of in his style...

But of course, I have to keep my flirting reputation. ;)

I feel like this happened once before, and I didn't like the ending...

The afterfire by slytherinlizzy is now on Wattpad!

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Story category: fanfiction

Fanfiction type: Duskwood, Jake Donfort × OC

Warnings: memories of childhood trauma; mental health problems directed at various characters; use of alcohol, cigarettes; mentions and graphics of injuries, blood, vomiting, explosion, sexual related content, murder, death, suicide, abuse, violence; nudity; strong language; use of darknet; stalking; continuous violation of personal and security rights; dark themes

Ongoing

Copyright: all rights reserved

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Characters: Jake Donfort

Lyra Ambrose

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Story description:

After the explosion in the Ironsplinter Mine, things went on with a quiet tension.

Not only did the fire leave behind an unidentified body, but it further enhanced the already intricately tangled threads. And this time, Lyra was in more danger than ever.

No one from the group is trying to reach her. Lyra didn't receive a single phone call, and she couldn't make one either. Is there a more serious reason than she thinks? Or do the others no longer need her? They got what they wanted from her, and maybe... they're now afraid?

Will it be possible for the girl to build further the precisely crafted spider web in such a way that as few people as possible fall into its trap, including herself? Will she be able to move on with knowing her last words to Richy were unforgiving?

And Jake... What happened to the man who won her heart with words alone?

So many unanswered questions, and Lyra got no one but herself to help figuring them out. And as any good detective does in such situation, she began to investigate.

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Excerpts from the book (spoiler warning):

[...] And to be honest, she knew that she was the last person who was important and needed to be paid attention to, but someone could really tell her what the hell was going on. With a sigh, she lowered her phone. Lyra wanted to stay still, like since the day Thomas added her to the group. When all of this mess came crashing in her life. And until then, she managed to do well. But it seemed that without the others, without a specific person, it was imposibble. All thoughts and possibilities of what's happening came crushing her down. Her mind was buzzing and dead silent at the same time. Shocked by the informations, yet already making things up. Her knees finally gave out, and Lyra fell to the ground, a crying, curled up mess on the rug.

She wondered if if Jake showed up there unharmed, would she start a fight herself, or rather just hug him without saying a word for as long as possible. She'll still think about it. Equally, the man would truly deserve both. A small tear rolled down her cheek, caught at the corner of her upturned lips. It really deserves scientific attention, that how the salty taste of tears can make one laugh. Lyra considered she might give up journalism and part-time detective work and become a student of biology or psychology department. It would be less profitable, but still more pleasant to deal with human brains and interneurons than to deal with mine explosions and murders from legends made into reality. The quarrel suddenly stopped, punctuated by a heavy slamming of the door. A similar door slammed in Lyra's soul recently, for which she's now desperately searching for the key.

"Probably when around a few days ago I thought I'm about to get kidnapped, but turns out Jake just likes to be dramatic, and now I'm stuck here with him." All the while, she didn't take her eyes off him, who upon hearing the answer suddenly looked away, hiding a... Oh look, was that a smile? 

As soon as she saw the familiar beard, Lyra hurried over to the screen, a flurry of irritated words leaving her mouth. She wanted to throw so many things at the man's head, but nothing more came out than: "Thomas, you idiot!" He stared back in shock and fear. Beside him, Lilly whispered in his ear, "She's really mad at you right now." "I see that."

She gently grabbed the other wrist as well, and as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, she tried to encourage the black-haired man to do the same. The light of the lamp on the wall by the counter cast soft shadows on his neck and face, and he slowly began to surrender to Lyra's movements. The music hummed softly in the background, gently dancing with the lights as the two people did. Somehow this was different now than at any other time in Lyra's life. She was always the one who was led, the little lost, unfortunate girl, but now someone is relying on her, watching her movements. They are clumsy together, but this didn't fill her with nervousness, rather a pleasantly warm liquid flowed through the woman's body. If Jason or Betty saw her now, they wouldn't believe that this was the same Lyra they took under their wing just a year ago. Her adopted family would understand now, the journalist never had a regular family, but many and many, everywhere. She began to take bigger and bigger steps to the rhythm of the music, by that her dance partner forced to follow her example. Jake smiled down at her, admiring, loving how enthusiastic she was, wanting to spin him around. "You were right, you're horrible in this," he said with the biggest grin known to man on his face. "Sod off, kindly?" "That was very British of you," Jake laughed while trying to spin her around, the two almost tripping over each others' feet. "You're such a little weird one," he said as he pulled her closer, spinning around between the small kitchen area and the tables.

I've got a theory. [Spoilers ahead?]

You see, I was a bit impatient with Charlie's story tellings, so I looked at profile pictures (the AI thing still disgusts me). When I reached Adam's, I noticed something.

Maybe I'm making things up without proper reasoning, but his eyes seems extremely blue to me. And you know who else got blue eyes?

Jake.

The shape of course doesn't match, but we know Everbyte, they like to mess things up.

So what if Adam is actually Jake? Or vica versa?

And if this isn't already enough proof, Adam said on the video call we have to do this on our own now, and he cannot help us anymore. Do we know that man? Hell nah. The only people who helped us during the investigations were our friends, whose appearances we know. Except Jake's.

Feel free to drop any wild theories, I'm really excited to read them!

I've got a theory. [Spoilers ahead?]

You see, I was a bit impatient with Charlie's story tellings, so I looked at profile pictures (the AI thing stilldisgusts me). When I reached Adam's, I noticed something.

Maybe I'm making things up without proper reasoning, but his eyes seem extremely blue to me. And you know who else got blue eyes?

Jake.

The shape of course doesn't match, but we know Everbyte, they like to mess things up.

So what if Adam is actually Jake? Or vica versa?

And if this isn't already enough proof, Adam said on the video call we have to do this on our own now, and he canmot help us anymore. Do we know that man? Hell nah. The only people who helped us during the investigations were our friends, whose appearances we know. Except Jake's.

Feel free to drop any wild theories, I'm really excited to read them!

The afterfire's main characters pt.1

Jake Donfort – the hacker

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"I'm never having phone calls without headphones again."

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"Little weird one."

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"I'm not used to a nervous feeling."

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"Every time you talk, I get this warm and fuzzy feeling inside me. It's really nice, but it's bothering me so please stop."

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"Then I'd just like to remind you, that a few moments later you started a worldwide movement named after me because of me and for me!"

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"Seriously, love?"

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"Whatever you might be doing?"

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"Back off. Mine."

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How do we feel about a little book excerpt? 👀

Leaving the apartment more and more often wasn't that easy. In fact, she'd probably still be sat in her bed, if it wasn't for Darkness and his annoying pushiness. Which Lyra found annoyingly working. The weather in Birmingham became friendlier since the start of June, and the man – yes, it turns out he was, in fact a man – was somehow aware of it. The two knew he didn't have to do it. He didn't have to care, send messages all day and night, when Lyra needed someone to talk to or just get her mind off of the case. After finding out about the disturbingly burnt body, it occurred to her that all this was just pity. That a stranger took pity on her and got so involved that he can't get out of it. But as the days passed, she realized that this wasn't the case. Both of them were lonely, and in it, they found a partner. Lyra continued to be discreet about anything that might tie her to Duskwood's story. Including her own name. But it was because of this continuous mysteriousness that she attracted the man's attention. He was determined to find out the secret.

The afterfire is now out on Wattpad!

A silly headcanon about how I imagine the group finally meeting up in person for the first time. (Containing F!MC)

• When the group finally has the chance to meet up after the events in Duskwood have calmed down, everyone would travel wherever Jake and Mc are without doubt to ensure their safety.

• Jake, who makes sure everything's safe in the holiday home's area Mc chose out carefully.

• Both arriving hours later than the others, just so they could go unnoticed on the streets and bus at night.

• Barely entering the house, Mc would immediately find a mess of red hair in her face, arms holding her close. They kept whispering reassuring words and small news for long moments, Jessy hardly wanting to let go of the woman. By the end, everyone was hugging everyone, only Jake standing near the front door, only letting his sisters and Mc by his side.

• Quickly overhwelmed and overstimulated, the man was extremely grateful for Mc to hush everyone and make an attempt to usher them all to sit down on the couches and chairs in the connected living room-kitchen.

• Jake going all tense because Phil was there too. Not noticing at first, but sharing the same feelings as the black haired man, Mc quickly froze down as well. She knew she would sit between Jake and Jessy either way, and that gave her another reason.

• Never leaving Mc's side, the girls would sometimes have to close the oldest Donfort out of the room if they want to have girl talk.

• All five of them giggled and spread out on the beds in the girls' room, having a huge pajama party on the very first night. Even though they were in their twenties, they were gossiping and laughing like teenagers, and even Hannah was having a great time.

• At dawn, when all of them fell asleep except for Mc, she sneaked down to the bottom floor, carefully entering the only bedroom down there. For Jake's sake, she looked for a three-bedroom house so that he wouldn't have to sleep with Dan, Thomas and Phil for two whole weeks.

• As she closed the door behind her, she saw a slumped figure on the bed leaning towards his laptop. Jake was working even there, paranoid that someone was after them. Mc was at least as worried, but she lacked these skills to fall into complete paranoia.

• They sat silently next to each other in bed, watching the rising sun, and when it hurt too much to blink, they allowed themselves to close their eyes. Just for a moment.

• Mc jolted up in a room covered with bright sunlight at hearing a huge clatter from the kitchen, while someone grunted "fuckshit". Glancing down at Jake's black strands on her shoulder, she stayed in bed, not looking for the unfortunate person who had probably woken up the whole house by then, except for this man who was fast asleep next to her.

• Jake Donfort, who until now had known no love other than his mother's, and then Mc came into his life.

• Jake Donfort, who had a hard time putting into words what he was feeling, knew that there was something there that hadn't been before. He wanted Mc to explain this to him, but was afraid of the question.

• Jake Donfort, who doesn't know why, but feels grateful to Mc for making him feel things he thought he could never.

• Jake Donfort, who wants to take her to places and kiss her in public because people would be jealous of what a cute face he's kissing. He knew they would be.

• Jake Donfort, who wants to give Mc the most, never believing her when she says he already gave it to her: himself.

• Jake Donfort, who all of a sudden finds himself in front of a Chinese restaurant, nervously picking at the skin on his fingers, searching every person's face in the dark, hoping the next one will be her.

• Jake Donfort, who has no idea what he's doing, but now knows why. Knows the reason behind his actions, feelings, and wants them to stay, because he hopes with that feeling that gets his heart beat faster and eyes see stars, Mc will stay too.

• Jake Donfort, who never speaks much finds himself wanting to share everything with her.

• Jake Donfort, who doesn't know how to express emotions, but tries doing so with what he can; words of affirmation and acts of service.

• Jake Donfort, who finds it hard to understand the reason behind why people love small touches, but gets it the moment Mc walks a bit closer to him on the street, arms touching ever so slightly.

• Jake Donfort, who doesn't mind anything Mc is doing, because he knows he wants it too, just not how he could make it happen. But Mc knows, and that calms him down. He doesn't feel useless or less, which was surprising to him at first.

• Jake Donfort, who makes sure Mc gets home safe. Who makes sures she never once has to live through unpleasant things again. For her safety, he would go to the Moon and back.

• Jake Donfort, who leaves it up to Mc when she recieves a strange message from an unknown number. Mc, who to Jake's surprise, blocks the number, because according to her, she already had her fair amount of moments with strange messages and got the best out of her first and last ever investigation; friends and him. Jake, whose heart skipped a beat at her saying it separetaly.

• Jake Donfort, who internally melts at everything Mc does and says.

• Jake Donfort is the man he is, because Mc is the woman she is.

(Here you go, another fluff filled headcanon. Do we want this to be a series?)

The afterfire update:

This and the next one are the chapters I've first daydreamed about after finishing the game. Basically, that daydream is the reason why I started writing this fanfic. I feel so happy and solemn in some type of way that finally, after waiting for almost two months, you all can see it too.

Thank you for sticking around, and I promise this is by far not the end of the book.

Part two of this headcanon

• They didn't talk about it. They sat quietly at the table during breakfast, listening to the lively chatting of the others.

• They didn't talk about it when they were all planning where they should go today. Not even when they were left alone in the backyard. Mc just sat in the swing staring out of her head, monotonously pushing herself with her feet, and Jake watched.

• They didn't talk about it as they sat close together in Thomas's car, the radio background noise in the conversation between Jessy and Hannah. Nine people had to be divided into two cars, and there they were the most.

• There was no mention of it as they walked through the city, Jessy and Lilly happily dragging Mc behind them, asking her to tell more about the sights. She did, of course, since she's a historical journalist and this is her country. She knows. Almost as well as those black strands of hair and its owner behind her.

• They didn't talk about it as they walked side by side at the end of the group, lest one of them gets left behind and lost in the crowd. They didn't speak to each other more than necessary all day, but that moment was on both of their minds. It was indelible.

• The memories came back in a huge, strong wave when they touched each other by accident on the narrow sidewalk, yet they didn't talk about it.

• That moment was too intimate, too fragile, not belonging to the outside world, only their own.

• They didn't talk about it when they ordered lunch and ice cream, when they saw a deer on the way home, when everyone went to the backyard after dinner to hang out by Dan's campfire.

• They didn't talk about it when everyone slowly returned to their bedroom, when only Mc was in the kitchen, washing the dirty dishes.

• Neither of them said a word when Jake walked through the door, standing next to Mc, hips leaning against the counter, looking at the woman, the hands, the eyes, the lips, the place that made him wonder if her heart was beating there at least as much as his.

• They were quiet because it was their own little thing only they can understand. Their own language. Fragile and sensitive to all external sounds.

• They didn't talk about how that morning after Mc woke up for the second time, this time her head resting on his shoulder, Jake whispered "I love you" in her ear and kissed her forehead.

I need some gut-wretching, sad, traumatizing short stories or headcanons about Jake and Mc to make me sob and finish some headcanons.

Give me recommendations, please.