#johnathan trace baker

[drawingdullahan]

"Did you think you could forget us? Did you not remember we see your every move? You're our child... John... you belong to us. Now please, teach the writer more of our stories, we'll wait patiently as you do..."

Finished drawing Jacob's partner Johnathan "Trace" Baker!

Trace is generally a pretty happy go lucky guy, but the voices in his head get loud and cranky sometimes

[wikitopx]

Finding the perfect name for your newborn baby may take some time and careful consideration, but it can also be very interesting.

In fact, it's one of the first and biggest decisions you have to make as a new parent. Are you looking for a son to speak of a family tradition or celebrate a cultural tradition? Whatever your approach, you'll find lots of great options on the following list of the 1,000 most popular boys, according to Social Security Administration (SSA). Take a look to help you narrow down your favorites list (or inspire new ones) and enjoy the experience of finding your favorite name for your new son.

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1. Top 1,000 Baby Boy Names

Liam

Noah

William

James

Oliver

Benjamin

Elijah

Lucas

Mason

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Ethan

Jacob

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Jackson

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2. Top 10 beautiful Middles names for baby Boys

Ace

Abe

Beck

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Dean

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From : https://wikitopx.com/name-meanings/top-1000-baby-boy-names-711929.html

[awakeningofthedeath]

Awakening of the Death: Chapter #19

Author’s Note

The Following chapter was inspired by “Gavi’s Song” by Lindsey Stirling induing the theme of Hellen’s little secret.

Two days turned to four since after that night when Jack and Hellen crossed barriers and had sex with each other. Hellen was still in a state of unbelief and confusion that she and Jack actually did it. And to hear him confessing that it was his first as well, that made Hellen question in the stance of their relationship as assassins. They seemed to keep the subject matter of what happened was never addressed, for they would feel distant in a sense of words that needed to be addressed. Neither one felt such strong feelings for one individual other then a parent, and in Hellen’s case, few characters she’d came across in her years as an outlaw. They each were accustomed to being alone, that that moment together in the bedroom awakened something inside each of them.

Hellen was sitting upon a park bench along the banks of the East River, marveling at the sight of the Brooklyn Bridge. This steel-wire suspension bridge constructed in ‘69 was finished in ‘83, stood tall and strong. The steel wire cables made it look like a tower from a fantasy that was probably never told. This made the Hannibal Bridge, a bridge in Kansas City look like a child’s play toy in comparison. 

The wind blew gently as Hellen was deep in thought about her and Jack. She found herself pushing back a lock of her hair, only to trace down her face in a poor imitation of how Jack caressed her face. She then traced her lips in the progress where Jack’s lips kissed them. That kiss had a gentle yet hungry impact, and his taste still lingered in her thoughts. Unlike Johnathan’s forced kiss, Jack seemed sweet to her. The fire her her belly grew as she thought of that moment, making her head spin with a fantasy. 

“Вы хорошо любите?” A rich voice had caught Hellen off guard as she turned to see a woman wearing what appeared to be that of Russian renegades. A Gypsy. She had thick dark hair almost black pulled back with a scarf as red as the dirts of the Oklahoma territory. Her eyes a beautiful shade of blue that seemed surprisingly warm, like her smile.

“What?’ Hellen asked, wearily of the woman’s sudden presence.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you honeysuckle. English is choppy for me.” The woman was apologetic as she stepped closer to Hellen. “I asked if you’re okay.”

Hellen nodded. “I suppose the best answer to give is yes; however, where I am at now. Not sure.”

The woman gave a small laugh that made Hellen give a questioning expression. “Does it have something to do with a young man?”

Hellen sighed, too the already rolled cigarette out from her pocket and tumbled for her matches, to where they were absent. Hellen cursed as she realized she left the matches in her room.

“Here.” The woman offered Hellen a match kit to her. “It’s from my otets. My father.”

Hellen took the small box with a questioned arch brow.

“Don’t worry. My father wouldn’t judge a woman desperate for a smoke. He would of offered it otherwise.”

Hellen lite the match and with a few puffs and deep breaths, the cigarette came to light. Exhaling, she watched the smoke whirl into the air. “My pa used to smoke a pipe full of some rich tobacco he’d reserved from our harvest crops. Always enjoyed that rich earthy smell. Not something to be sold to a bitch like me I suppose.” Hellen took another breath.

The woman took a seat next to her on the bench as she looked at the river. “Is that why you came to America? To escape the pain.”

Hellen chuckled. “Oh I was born in this country miss...”

“Call me Tanya.” The woman replied. “Tanya Moskowitz”

“Tanya. I’m Hellen. I was born in the state of Missouri. A land known to be breeding ground of the outlaws and a state stained with blood. Born north of the line, considered a yank; yet picked up a southern accent from a family I considered my adopted when my pa fought the war.” She turned to Tanya. “And you? Why are you here? Surely the Tsar couldn’t extend more land then there already was.”

Tanya gave a short scuff. “And I thought Russia had issues in the government.”

“Were you among the Russians that escaped the persecution?” Hellen asked. 

“Why?”

“Simple.” Tanya shrugged. “My family and I are jews.”

Hellen’s eyes widened. Remembering that there was a mass persecution in Russia against jewish viewpoint. “Oh. God I’m sorry...Hell...I mean...your people must of...”

“Do not threat miss.” Tanya waved off a hand. “Nothing new is under the son in God’s eyes. Ever since my people was lead out of Egypt and disobeyed God in a simple order, we’ve always been attacked and mocked by those who never understood God’s ways.”

Hellen looked upon her cigarette with a daze. “I’ve committed a lot of things in my life, but this...I’m at a loss.”

“Did he forced...”

“No damn it! He didn’t...I was...we’d..ugh...” Hellen bent forward to her knees moaning at the fact that she’s stating the after fact to this stranger that Hellen only meet. “How did I got into this mess?”

“Oh my dear my dear my dear, everyone always lands in situations like these.” Tanya insured Hellen in and understanding tone. 

“Not in the way you expect.” Hellen muffled in her knees as she sat back up. “He seemed stiffer then a board, but then when he’d got hurt, after saving my life, not just once, but two times! And I couldn’t watch him die under my watch. Too many people I cared for died right in front of me for thirteen years.”

“I’m sorry to hear that miss. I wish there is something I could do for you.” Tanya gave a pat upon Hellen’s shoulder.

Hellen sighed. “Actually...I feel a bit better now. I guess I just needed a listening ear.”

“It is good to get the load of bricks off your back. Here” Tanya went into her basket and pulled out a loaf of bread that seemed too beautiful to eat that had a rich smell of meat and potatoes to it, and a wrapped bundle cloth tied with a red ribbon. “The cookies inside are Pryanik, you can go ahead and try one if you like. The other is Pirozhki it has some meat and potatoes in there. Save that for supper tonight.”

Hellen untied the ribbon and turned to Tanya. “Don’t you...”

“My family and I are bakers, we’ve make plenty.” Tanya laughed pushing the bread towards her, the brown paper warm against Hellen’s fingers as she took it. 

Hellen looked down to see the little bundle of brown and white cookies that had a spicy scent to them. She’d picked one up and placed it in her mouth. The cookie was slightly spicy, plenty sweet, and absolutely wholesome to Hellen’s taste. It reminded her of the gingerbread that she would sometimes get from the general stores in Kearney.

“Damn!” She exclaimed with a full mouth “This is amazing!”

“Thank you.” Tanya expressed. “I hope your Jack would enjoy these as well.”

“Not sure if Jack is one for sweets.” Hellen admitted. A revelation came as she suddenly heard Jack’s name from Tanya. “Wait, how did you know his name?”

“Who?”

“Jack?” Hellen explained. “I never told you his name.”

Tanya shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

Hellen looked suspicious, but quickly brushed it off. “Good guess though” She took the cigarette and threw the stub into the river. “I better head back. I need to get this home before it gets cold.” Hellen stood up and extended a hand. “Thanks for the ear and the food Tanya.”

Tanya nodded and turned to head the opposite direction. Hellen stretched her mussels and felt the slight pain from below. Who knew losing your virginity can be a sore way to go. That man was rough, but great.

“Can I ask you something Hellen?” Tanya asked turning her head to look at Hellen.

“Yes.” She answered

“Do you love him? Or do you care for him?”

Before Hellen could answer, Tanya went around the bend and seemed to have made a quick trot home.

Hellen pondered the question again. This was something she needed to answer for herself. And the best way to know, is through privacy, a roof, and a Dark Horse member’s violin.

Whilst when Hellen headed home, a white grey cat with blue eyes watched from the base of a lamp post, smiled with glee as she eat a Pryanik.

Jack returned to the apartment sweaty and sore from when he’d fought in the fight club. The money he’d won was placed upon the dining room table, enough to last both him and Hellen a few more weeks. He noticed and smelled something divine in the air.

He saw a plate covered with a napkin, he saw a written note upon it.

No, I didn’t cook it. It was given to me for some reason. Saved the other half for you. Will be back soon.

~Hellen

Jack placed the note down and unveiled the now mass of bread with meat and potatoes steaming from the inside with two small ginger cookies to the side. Jack sat down and ate the food quietly. The bread was extremely buttery, complimenting the meat and potatoes that bring the slyness in a balance. Something he’d never tasted before; yet it reminded him of a family from Russia that used to stay in the room next door to Jack and his mother in his childhood. He’d never tried the bread; but a young boy gave the young Lad a cookie that seemed similar to the cookies on his plate.

Jack took a cookie and bit into it, and sure enough, it was like that of the cookie that Russian boy gave him over twenty years ago, and the taste never left his memory. He would have to ask Hellen where she’d got this bread and cookie combination.

When he finished, Jack removed his robe and placed it upon a pile where Hellen’s other clothes were waiting for the wash lady. He took a grey buttoned shirt the woman gave Jack as a way to be more “decent” while his  robe was being washed. As he was getting ready to read upon a book he’s picked up, a noise caught his ears, making him stop in his tracks. 

The sound was that of a violin that had a haunting melody to it. He followed the song to an open window. He’d climbed out and followed the sound. As he’d traveled, he was captivated by the reminiscing sound of sadness and memories coming from it. He grew up listening to pub fiddles and some classics from when Jacob’s son, Emmett would play; yet they never seemed to grasp his soul. He’d jumped a few roof tops until he’d reached the near location to where the members of the Dark Horses would resign. He’d stopped near a brick chimney as he saw the musician playing the melody.

Hellen never had a proper lesson; yet she’d always figured out how to play the basic cords when a member of James’s gang would show her how as a basic. The rest of the time, Hellen would always fiddle with the violin whenever she’d come across one. She’d always managed to sort her thoughts out loud with the string instrument. So she’d asked the members around if any of them had a violin, to which one member allowed her to play his for a bit.

As Hellen escaped to the roof, looking at the New York skyline, she’d began to play a melody that she’d thought of, sorting her feeling of Jack to the night sky. As she played, a few members and pedestrians stopped in their tracks to see this woman on the roof, playing a sad and beautiful tone. Most of the men took off their hats in awe of the melody; yet Hellen never opened her eyes to see the crowd, for she was focused on her own thoughts.

Jack turned and sat against the cool brick chimney, hiding from Hellen’s sight. Listening to the beautiful melody as it made him close his eyes in a content peace he never knew existed. He’s thought about the frustrations he had, and the confusion of him and Hellen’s relationship since the beginning. When after they lost their virginity to each other, neither of them had words to say. How could they? What does this mean? What did Hellen think of him now. 

And now hearing this gifted song he never knew Hellen could perform, he thought about the times she would take time for him, helping him, caring for him. And he, Jack, felt more care, even love towards this headstrong and kind young woman, who hides her brokenness with her smile. He knew then, that he was without doubt in love with her.

As the song concluded, he heard a cheer from down below as well as a few whistles from the members below. Jack then took this opportunity to take a leap off the roof, and walk to clear his head. He needed to make a choice that would forever seal his fate for the future.

[junker-town]

Who’ll lead CFB’s biggest stat categories? Here are the odds

You can put your money down on Bryce Love, Nick Fitzgerald, Khalil Tate, and more big star players.

College football over/unders are out for basic quarterback, running back, and wide receiver stat totals during the regular season, including a handful of big-name returning at each position. All odds via Bovada.

Passing stats

Passing yards

West Virginia QB Will Grier — Over/Under: 3900.5

Penn State QB Trace McSorley — Over/Under: 3450.5

Oregon QB Justin Herbert — Over/Under: 3100.5

Arizona RB Khalil Tate —Over/Under: 2550.5

Mississippi State QB Nick Fitzgerald —Over/Under: 2449.5

Passing TDs

West Virginia QB Will Grier — Over/Under: 35.5

Penn State QB Trace McSorley —Over/UndeR: 25.5

Oregon QB Justin Herbert — Over/Under: 25.5

Mississippi State QB Nick Fitzgerald — Over/Under: 21.5

Arizona RB Khalil Tate — Over/Under: 20.5

Grier’s favored here, and Penn State’s offense will evolve minus Joe Moorhead and Saquon Barkley, but McSorley should still have a creative system. Herbert should pile up numbers, based on his limited sample size last year. Fitzgerald gets the chance to work with Moorhead, whose simple-but-effective offense has generated big stats everywhere he’s been. And Tate will be a treat to watch under Kevin Sumlin, whose previous QBs included Johnny Manziel.

Rushing stats

Rushing yards

Stanford RB Bryce Love— Over/Under: 1900.5

Wisconsin RB Johnathan Taylor— Over/Under: 1900.5

Washington RB Myles Gaskin— Over/Under: 1400.5

Arizona RB Khalil Tate— Over/Under: 1400.5

Ohio State RB J.K. Dobbins— Over/Under: 1374.5

Oklahoma RB Rodney Anderson— Over/Under: 1150.5

Mississippi State QB Nick Fitzgerald— Over/Under: 990.5

Rushing TDs

Washington RB Myles Gaskin— Over/Under: 18.5

Stanford RB Bryce Love— Over/Under: 17.5

Wisconsin RB Johnathan Taylor— Over/Under: 15.5

Mississippi State QB Nick Fitzgerald — Over/Under: 13.5

Arizona QB Khalil Tate— Over/Under: 13.5

Oklahoma RB Rodney Anderson— Over/Under: 13.5

Ohio State RB J.K. Dobbins— Over/Under: 12.5

Love will be looking to start another Heisman campaign in 2018, after posting tons of highlights last year. A big key will be his health — he missed a game last season due to injury and was banged-up late. Taylor might have the country’s best offensive line in front of him. And with Baker Mayfield gone from Oklahoma, Anderson will be a bigger key on offense for the Sooners this season.

Receiving stats

Receiving yards

Ole Miss WR A.J. Brown— Over/Under: 1300.5

Arizona State WR N’Keal Harry— Over/Under: 1100.5

West Virginia WR David Sills— Over/Under: 1100.5

Receiving TDs

West Virginia WR David Sills— Over/Under: 15.5

Ole Miss WR A.J. Brown— Over/Under: 13.5

Arizona State WR N’Keal Harry— Over/Under: 9.5

This is obviously a smaller group than the quarterbacks and RBs, but all three play in explosive offenses with productive QBs. And with Brown returning to Oxford, we’ll get to see him Eurostepping defenders again in 2018.

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"Hey Jacob... you ever get the feelin' that sometimes when you look at Trace, it's not really him that's lookin' back...? It's like somethin' else is livin' in his mind; and it dont want us takin' too close a look..."

Trying out Ibispaint X!! I might cave and just buy the program tbh lol

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Chapter 1

Jacob Collins now finds himself in the town of Hunter’s Creek, searching for the perfect material for his current novel. What he doesnt expect to find is a boy the town calls an enthusiast of the macabre.

There are no frightening scenes in this chapter, its actually just a small bit of mundane things. Jacob just has a inconveniently bad morning.

To say that Jacob had a pleasant morning was… a bit of a strong word. Decent could work, though he felt that drab fit it all quite a bit more. The bed had been very stiff as if it was old enough to have been worn down to the creaking springs that supported it, breakfast had been a no go after hearing some shouting from the inn’s kitchen, and Jacob had fumbled with his clothes this morning, walking out in a mismatched outfit before having to turn around and head straight back in to fix it. He silently hoped none of the staff had witnessed that.

The coffee shop, as it were, was only a few stores down from the inn that he had rested at. Which was lucky for him since currently he was barely functioning thanks to the aforementioned inn room stay. Hopefully they would have breakfast as well.

When he stopped, I front of the door it seemed that they had only been open for a few minutes, which was odd considering it was already almost nine. Jacob stepped in and immediately the aroma of breakfast and coffee flooded his nose. He took a deep breath and sighed, he finally found himself able to let his shoulders relax. The smell of an actual breakfast made his stomach rumble, and he adjusted his bag on his shoulder while finding a nice spot to sit at the bar.

“What can I get you today, sugar?” a woman behind the counter gave him a large smile. Had Jacob been paying more attention to her he would’ve noticed that her teeth seemed so perfect they almost looked fake, and she wore so much makeup that it was more of a detriment to her looks rather than a helpful addition. Her hand absentmindedly twirled a lock of bleach blond hair.

“Ill have a coffee and a small plate of pancakes,” he said while setting his laptop on the counter.

“Coming right up, sir,” she winked.

He smiled and waited for her to leave before giving another sigh. He expected the people of this town to be a bit much, and were he running on a good night’s sleep he figured he would be more apt to handle it. He wasn’t however, so for now he tried to focus on an outline for his currently novel.

“What brings you to Hunter’s Creek, stranger?” she asked while pouring him a cup of coffee. The smile was still present on her face, and by the looks of it, it didn’t seem forced either. He wished he could channel that much raw happiness at a time like this. If only he could sap her motivation and use it for his own. The thought wasn’t one he expected his mind to conjure up, but he supposed he could use the idea for part of his story.

“I’m looking for stories,” he responded, wondering if she had any.

“Like scoops? You with the media, Mister?” she looked at him with an accusing gaze and he quickly lifted his hands in defense.

“N-no ma’am! Not at all. I’m a fictional writer, and I was hoping to find some folktales or stories about paranormal activity in the area,” he said, but as it came out of his mouth, he realized that just sounded like a stupid excuse. Luckily it seemed to work anyways.

“Ooooh, I heard from the McDonrey’s that they had a writer stayin’ at their inn. You must be the man of the hour,” her smile slipped right back onto her face as if it hadn’t left, “We got plenty of old coots willing to talk your ear off about magic and crazy nonsense. Though, I’d be a bit careful who you talk to.”

That caught his attention and he finally looked up to make eye contact with her. He took this opportunity to see if his coffee had cooled any too. It had not, no creamer either, he would ask for that in a moment. For now, he listened intently.

“Mr. Baker. He’s always going on about crazy stories. Scares the kids half to death when he talks to him. I know he’s just messin’ around, but yeesh, how messed up do you have to be to have that many spooky stories to let loose?” she sighed and leaned on the counter. It was slow today, but then again Jacob began to wonder if this was normal for such a small town. It was oddly different than the city that he was used to.

“He just thinks up stories on his own? He doesn’t get them from anywhere?” Jacob asked with interest. If they were original works, he would gladly pay if they were good enough to cause a fright, and at this point anything new in those regards would practically be godsend. People just weren’t scared of all the classics anymore.

“Yeah, seems such a nice man until he starts telling those stories. In all other respects he’s a saint. He’s actually a regular at the shop too. It’s almost that time of day when he finally crawls out of whatever hovel he comes from,” she joked, “He doesn’t always share stories, only when the kids ask, and that’s on them.”

“What’d you say his name was?” Jacob opened a notepad on his computer so that he could write the name down.

“Trace Baker, he’s an odd one, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Once he gets to talking it just doesn’t stop.” She set down his pancakes and went to help another customer who had walked in.

Jacob could deal with a senile old man—well as long as said senile old man didn’t have a weapon. Judging from what she had said though, Mr. Baker seemed an agreeable fellow, likely with too much time in his older age to think up stories to mess with the local kids. If he talked as much as she said, then good. More information meant more inspiration. Though he figured the man might be reluctant to sell any ideas, which may end up being a problem.

As he thought he almost ended up forgetting about his pancakes, which he promptly ate now before they got cold. The coffee wasn’t any better now that it had cooled off, and it felt a bit too late and too awkward for him to ask for cream and sugar now, so he decided he would rather just deal with it.

“Coffee without creamer? You’re an odd one, stranger.”

Jacob looked up from his now empty place to the source of the voice. Next to him was a man perhaps just a few years younger than himself with a smile that felt more genuine than most he had ever seen in his life. He sat next to Jacob, which he found a bit odd considering all the available spaces still left in the café. This didn’t seem to bother the mysterious man at all.

“Ah, not something I prefer, usually,” Jacob felt a bit awkward and fiddled with his keyboard just a bit. He didn’t feel so bad as he would’ve with someone sitting next to him, after all his document was open, but it was blank for now. He never could get over people who read over his shoulder nosily.

The man gave out a bit of a chuckle at that and Jacob couldn’t really tell if he was laughing at him or with him. He gave a bit of a sigh, not one that he thought could be heard, but as his luck would have it, it was. The laughter stopped.

“Are you the writer I’ve heard about?” the man asked.

“Word travels fast here if a nobody like me gets this much attention,” Jacob took another sip of the bitter coffee.

“The town doesn’t get many visitors,” he gave a lighthearted laugh once more, “But you sure don’t seem like a nobody to me. Can I ask what you’re here for Mr…?”

“Just Jacob is fine.”

“Alright Jacob,” he started, “What brings you here?”

The other man seemed far too excited about a newcomer in the town. Far more at least than everyone else he had run int who knew that he was new but didn’t pay him any mind. Meanwhile whoever this fellow was looked ready to burst at the seams.

“Uh-“

“Trace, stop running off my customers!” The woman from before wore a large, irritated scowl. The mention of the name Trace however gave Jacob a bit of whiplash.

“Me,” he said, “but you’re the one forcing the guest to drink bland coffee.”

At that she snatched Jacob’s cup, “Crap, I forgot!” she muttered to herself before running into the kitchen. The name certainly wasn’t the only reason he was a bit shocked now. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to a community so tightly knit that everyone seemed to act like feuding family members.

“She can be a bit forgetful, you just have to remind her,” Trace said with no evidence of bother in his voice.

“Hold on a moment,” Jacob collected his thoughts, “You’re Trace Baker? The town’s scary story enthusiast?” he would’ve found it funny if he weren’t in shock. He supposed he shouldn’t have assumed it was an old man, but the idea of ravings on paranormal activity seemed nothing short of senile.

“Yes…” his tone shifted just a little and he looked more confused now, “I wouldn’t call myself an enthusiast, but I am Trace Baker.”

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This contains some spoilers for The Mortal Lexicon about some character development!! Not really in depth spoilers for later stuff, but definitely stuff past the first couple chapters.

Trace has been spoken to by demons and ghouls for most of his life, and hes scared of them for sure. Though his problem is that when he tells people no one really understands and no one really tries to help. He lives in a very small rural town where superstition isn't really a thing since its a tight knit community.

Because of this Trace ends up a little out of the loop. Everyone still knows him and he still hangs out with other people in the town, but there's not that closeness that the rest f the town seems to share.

He becomes a story around town, the kid that thinks he sees things, and a lot of teens go see him to ask about some scary stories, not knowing that they're real.

The entire town is nice to him, save for the part where they never listen. As such Trace begins trying to ignore what he hears and sees in hopes that they'll go away since they don't actually seem to be real.

When Jacob asks him about his previous experiences it feels like letting a day loose. He knows that Jacob doesn't believe in any of it, but actually being able to spill out all the things he's been through helps him process the emotional baggage of trying to be happy all the time despite it.

He spills everything to Jacob who is incredulous about its factuality for the time being.

Though Trace thought that he would be happy once someone saw what he did. Once Jacob starts learning about the things he sees and begins seeing them for himself, Trace feels awful. He never wanted to inflict it on someone else, he just wanted someone to believe him.

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There's nothing there. Its just your imagination. Stop overreacting over nothing.

And so he put it off. Day after day, year after year. It wasn't real, so it would never hurt him right? No matter how much closer the shadows seemed to creep, and how much they whispered in his ear...

"I'll be fine. I've just got an overactive imagination. That's all. It happens to everyone."

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All things considered I should stop posting spoiler art of Trace but like... what if I didnt?

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spoiler!!

This might be obvious since I've drawn it twice but Trace may have a deeper connection to the mysteries than he seems. His knowledge of paranormal activities isn't solely imagination, though Jacob thinks that it is lmao

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Almost done with chapter one and I still havent thought of a title woxbwixnwixb.

Anyways as a summary of the first chapter: Jacob has an awful morning.

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Jacob Collins is an aspiring writer, and despite his very logical outlook on the world, he likes to write about fantasy and the unknown.

Hes only around 5'6", is a little stout in stature, and pretty plain in appearance. His hair is black and gray, very neat unless hes been working, his eyes are brown and he has very tan skin.

To keep a suspension of belief in his stories, he had the wonderful idea to travel and gather information on folklore from places he knew were heavy with fictional history.

He began his travels at thirty years old; this was after his first novel had been published and he knew he needed something fresh for a sequel.

He ends up in an old town somewhere along a coast, and its here that he meets Johnathan Baker, who goes by his middle name Trace.

Trace is quite a bit taller than Jacob at 5'11" almost six feet even, though two years younger at 28. What's most notable about him at first glance is his slightly curly red hair, and the sheer paleness of his skin despite being outside far more than Jake. He has freckles and a smile that never seems to go away.

At first they interact simply because Jacob is asking for directions. But when Trace pries into why hes visiting the redhead suddenly becomes much more interested in his story.

"I know the paranormal better than anyone" Trace had said to him back then. Though Jacob- Jake, as Trace had nicknamed him, was skeptical to say the least.

Jake had decided to listen in though, after all he was here for paranormal folklore and he supposed the best way to get the lore was from the folk.

The way that Trace began explaining paranormal experiences the likes of that he hadnt even heard of before was unreal. The amount of detail and sincerity in the man made each tale baffling, as if he had asked the eldritch horrors he encountered if he could spread their tales and they had responded only in their tongues.

Jake was captivated by these stories to say the least and wrote down every word. Of course he had asked for permission from Trace to use his stories, and said he would pay him a piece of the revenue since they were "eyewitness accounts"; something he didnt believe, but he was a firm believer in the fact that ideas had value.

Trace agreed with the proposition, and told Jake that there were many more stories to tell, so they kept in touch.

Trace is a very optimistic fellow, and while as troubling as having monsters writhe in your mind for who knows how many hours of the day, he had a positive outlook. They hadnt done anything to him in the past twenty eight years he lived, why start now? It wasnt as if the sounds were hard to tune out.

He considers himself to have a bland imagination. He cant come up with very good stories on his own, which Jake completely refutes due to the enrapturing nature of his tales. He can tell that Jake thinks them false, but there's no harm in that.

This soon lands them as partners who work together on the composition of Jake's novels, Trace of course getting pay from the sales of his second book.

Jake starts to realize though that maybe there are some truths to his stories. As he writes the novel he begins to have encounters not unlike those in Trace's accounts, and while he writes them off at first they become increasingly real and threatening.

Theres a lot more of Trace's past experiences that he learns he has to work through. At this point they become partners in staving off the macabre rather than in writing.

Jake finds himself nearly being driven insane at the prospect of all these horrors trying to invade his mind, and that's when Trace learns that this isnt just something he can push deep down within himself anymore, or else they'll both suffer for it.

Jake and Trace are very close, and perhaps were the circumstances different Jake might consider saying that they were dating. Trace has plans to marry Jake in the future.