#wizard ghost book

[wizardtherat]

Boyfriend Troubles | Keegan Russ x reader

he just wants to help (smut)

You didn’t have a particularly close relationship with the other Sergeant on the Ghosts team, not through fault of trying, because damn if you didn’t try.

Keegan just seemed not to care for you. He ignored your attempts at a more personal friendship, which you assumed was just because he didn’t like you.

The fact of the matter was that he was horrified to get close to you, because you were dangerous to guys like him. You were hot white flames and he could see himself falling in love with you if he got any closer than arms length.

He had a reputation to uphold, quite frankly, it wasn’t even a reputation he wanted to uphold. He hated being seen as a player, but he’d stay being seen as a player if it meant not falling in love with you.

At least until now.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little fucking ridiculous? I would never cheat on you.” Your boyfriend spat in your direction, trying to keep his voice low enough that prying ears wouldn’t hear.

This argument had gone on for way longer than you could try to care about, you wanted it to be done so you could break down in peace. You rush out of the room, keeping your head down so your emotions stay yours.

Your shoes make a soft thudding along the tile of the floor, but it comes to a halt when you smack directly into what feels like a wall. Hands meet just above your elbows, a soft, steadying action, “Jesus, Y/N. Watch where you’re going.”

A pathetic sound pushes past your lips, a soft whine as you try to hold back tears to release the stress from the argument. Keegan’s head tilts to the side as he forces your eyes to meet his, “Ah, fuck. C’mon.” He gently tugs you into his office, shutting the door behind you as you both enter.

He guides you to sit on the couch, icy leather sends chills down your spine as the cold seeps in through the fabric of your clothes, “What happened?”

Keegan was kneeling in front of you, one hand on your knee and the other rooting itself in your hair, slowly dragging down your skull as you explained what happened. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, he never liked your boyfriend even before you two were dating.

“Ugh. [Y/N], I don’t know why you are with such a fuckin’ scumbag in the first place. You could have anyone you want and you choose to be with the worst fuckin’ dude there is.” He drags the hand from your hair to your face, tracing his thumb over your cheek, “It’s like you want to be hurt.”

He shifts, sighing heavily as he climbs up next to you on the couch. He pulls you into him, setting you on his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist. You’d never seen this side to him, one that was so soft and comforting to you.

One of his hands rests between your shoulder blades, gently hushing your soft cries, while the other wraps completely around your waist, “You genuinely need to get better taste in guys, babe.”

You pull back from a little and it’s only then that you realize your position with your knees sinking into the leather, your thighs squeezing against his, your hips resting against his. Your eyes meet his soft blue ones as his hands slip to your hips.

“Are you okay?”

His words fall on deaf ears as your mind goes blank and you can't stop your actions. You lean into him, pressing your lips to his. He cups your cheek, pulling you against him as much as he could.

A mix of mint and whiskey melt into your tongue as his spit mixes with yours, his scent floods your senses combining with your own and it’s enough to make your heart bruise your rib cage as it beats fervently.

Your hips instinctively roll against his in a desperate search for friction, his hand trails up your shirt. His touch igniting sparks that shoot down your spine, he squirms slightly underneath you trying to chase just a fraction more of heat.

He shifts your positions, pressing your back down against the couch without breaking the kiss. He sinks his teeth in your bottom lip, forcing a dull whine out of your throat and he pulls back to offer a fake pouty smile before dropping down to your neck.

His tongue runs over a spot before he bites gently against your pulse point, leaving a mark in his wake. He pushes his hips further into yours, forcing your legs apart more, settling against his hips.

“Tell me you want it, princess.” He mumbles between kisses to your neck, you whine softly and he pulls back, narrowing his eyes at you while cocking his head to the side. He chews his lip, “Undress.”

The way he says it makes you want to submit to him and you waste no time complying, peeling your clothing off until you’re completely bare against the black leather. He drags his tongue over his bottom lip, admiring you with a sick sort of smile, “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

You could barely think of words to reply with, your mind was so hazy with lust. One of your legs was draped over the back of the couch while the other hung lazily over the side, giving him a very clear view of how wet you were, “I haven’t even touched you, baby.” He teases and normally, you’d be mad but his voice is intoxicating and you want nothing more than to let him bury himself entirely within you, so you opt to stay quiet and let his words tease you.

He gently drags a hand over your thigh before lazily toying with your clit, sending you squirming. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips as he traces circles over the sensitive flesh, “Needy girl.”

You could suffocate in how smooth and dark his voice sounded right then, the way he was touching you like you were this perfect princess, but speaking to you like the whore he knew you really were.

He was fighting the urge to skip the foreplay and just shove into you, but this wasn’t about him. It was about you and this unbearably shitty boyfriend you had that probably never got you to finish once in the relationship.

He was gonna change that and even though you had no idea what he was thinking, the minute he prodded a finger inside you, you could tell he was going to make this entire exchange better than any sex you’d had with your boyfriend.

He gently hushed your soft moans, but he didn’t let up. Pressing another finger inside you, curling them up to brush against the sensitive spot, you cry out softly, “Keegan, fuck-” He smiles, cocking his head to the side again, “Yes, babygirl?” God, what you’d give to kick him in his stupidly perfect smug smile, but the way he was touching you..

He presses his lips to your thigh and you whine as his fingers keep sliding in and out of you while his tongue drags over your clit. You let out a breathy moan, throwing your head back as your nails dig into the couch underneath you.

“Keegan.” You purr as he guides you through an orgasm, the first one you’ve had that wasn’t self-inflicted in months. The tears from earlier become tears of gratitude and pleasure and Keegan wastes no time wiping them away with the pad of his thumb, “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

His words shoot heat straight to your throbbing center, begging for more, begging for him. He undoes his belt, your eyes fixated on his hands. You watch the veins in his hands flex as he pulls the buckle back, you instinctively chew your lip and he rolls his eyes lightly, tugging the belt out from the loops.

Before you know it, he’s hovering above you, his lips trailing over your jawline as his cock delves between your heat. You cry out softly, desperate for him to be inside you and he pouts at you, “Awe, you poor baby.” It’s sarcastic, fake sympathy, but it’s enough to distract you before he sinks into you entirely.

You throw your head back, moaning and his hand finds your throat. He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Quiet, princess.” He pulls back, almost fully out before he shoves back in, making you cry out again.

He slams in and out of you, ignoring your soft sounds as he growls in your ear, “Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” Your face heats up and your eyes meet his, he kisses your cheek, squeezing his hand around your throat a bit before just resting there.

You take in his appearance, soft blue eyes are dark, encapsulated by his pupils as pure lust sparkles within them. He nudges you slightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pounds into you mercilessly.

You can feel the pressure building up, a jolt of pain sparking you as the head of his cock bullies your cervix. Your legs shake, tightening around his hips and you swear he laughs at you a little before pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone.

You whine softly as your name leaves his lips like a prayer, like you’re being worshipped instead of fucked in the office of your coworker and maybe you are. Keegan exhales your name again, kissing you softly, his arms caging you down as if you’d ever try to leave.

“Keegan.” You whisper, “‘m close.” He nods, not slowing his brutal pace. He lets out a softy, breathy noise and you clench around him at the sound causing him to growl, “Fuckin’ Christ, Y/N.”

His thrusts get more desperate as your moans get louder and his hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing lightly, “Quiet, doll. Don’t want that boyfriend of yours to hear you come undone on someone else’s cock, now do you?”

It’s filthy and horrible and god, does it make you want to cum so much more.

You buck your hips into his and before you know it, you come unraveling. Your walls tighten around him, trying to force him out but he bullies his way back in, groaning lightly as he loses a coherent rhythm before spilling inside you.

The room is full of panting and the dull noise of Keegan’s lips pressing languid kisses to your neck as he lays on top of you. He hisses lightly as your walls flutter around him, overly sensitive from just finishing.

He withdraws from you, much to your dismay, grabbing the box of tissues off his desk to clean up with before speaking, “You know he definitely heard that, right?”

[holy-shit-comics]

[whoopseydaisy]

The Overflowing Heart

I will tell you how I made this witch’s token, but you will have to find a way of your own. It is as Grandmother Wren told us,

“Remember always that some portion of magic is yours to wield, and that the world contains many, many truths.”

the recipe:

3/4 oz Kazuki gin

1 1/2 oz. Sake + tea mixture

1 oz. fresh squeezed grapefruit

3/4 oz. Strega

shake over ice, and serve in your finest or favourite tea cup

garnish with dried rose petals

notes:

Sherringham Kazuki gin— a collaboration of one of my favourite distilleries and my favourite local tea shop, Westholme Tea Farm. Made from Japanese cherry blossoms, and locally grown tea leaves with notes of yuzu, grapefruit, and juniper. I first visited Sherringham in a trio of my own, on a day long adventure, visiting a beach someway up the island. Westholme is run by an old coworker of my Aunt’s, and his partner who makes gorgeous pottery. I could not put words to my excitement when I first heard whispers of their collaboration.

Sake + Tea Mixture— I can never fully recreate this just the same. There is magic in that, I think. I have little left. I made it by taking a sprinkling of the following teas from Westholme, and cold steeping them in a mason jar with a large ice cube, topped with sake and a splash of moon bathed witch water.

featuring:

Blossom: (jasmine green, floral), for the cottage’s calendar

Bi Luo Chun: (green, delicate and earthy), for i thought it was grown here, over seven long years (I rolled a nat 1 on my perception check)

Pur-eh: (fermented, earthy), for its mushroominess and it’s connection therin

Dog: (black assam, vanilla and cardamon, from the Chinese Zodic series), the cardamom pod and a few leaves, for our beloved Fox

Witch Water: the witch water used in this potion was bathed in the Friday, October 13th New Moon (a day so witchy I thought for sure the class would be released that day!) in an empty kazuki gin vessel

~

Grapefruit— because it was pink and in season and a citrus I love dearly

Strega— the witch liqueur! According to legend, Giuseppe Alberti was given the recipe for this elixir after saving a witch falling out of the sacred walnut tree, under which witches would convene to dance and perform their rituals.

for the cocktail chapter of the @worldsbeyondpod unofficial cookbook

[fun-twisted-tales]

Re-read an Oz book and I have to vent

The book is an anthology and the book has a short story about “what if Nick’s cursed axe was alive and we saw the story from their perspective?” Which sounds cool and interesting but has it’s issues

The axe, who eventually calls himself Chopper after Nick’s last name, corrupts Nick bit by bit which sounds fun but then we cut to when he’s all tin and he’s just completely under Chopper’s control?? Like what?? No?? Fuck you?? Actually?? Like where did this come from? Chopper acts like he’s puppeteering Nick so does Nick realize he’s being controlled? Does Nick know his axe is alive? Does he even care? We get a vague line suggesting that maybe but it’s not confirmed

Chopper suddenly gets super philosophical out of nowhere and even gets the idea to put the flesh parts of Nick back together for some reason? And Flesh Nick dies anyway? Like what?? No?? Fuck you?? Actually?? Like where did this come from? Why do you care? You just suppose to kill one guy! Don’t go all Frankenstein on me!

The end of the story reveals that the axe wants to get more slaves like Nick. Like Dorothy and her friends. And they know the wizard is a fake when Nick doesn’t. And then they want to take over the emerald city. Like what?? No?? Fuck you?? Actually?? Like where did this come from? Nothing wrong with a little ambition but at least start small! What did Chopper even do in the original story? Chop 40 wolves and then never get used again? Ooooo, I’m quivering.

Yeah that story could have been good but got real unnecessarily bad near the middle

@woggle-bugger-me

[selkie-tea]

There was a flash of movement from above the archway and when Hamish looked up to inspect, his breath stopped. Someone was watching him. There, perched atop the archway, was a shadowy figure. It looked like a boy. A wild looking boy, with a quiff black hair and a face lined with strange twisting tattoos. His intense blue eyes held a solid grip on Hamish’s stare. Hamish tore his eyes away, not without effort.

“Hey Finn?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I saw…” Gee, how was he supposed to explain this? “I think I saw someone?”

“In the forest?” Finn raised an eyebrow, “Probably a trick of the light, the woods are pretty off-limits other than a couple select trails. Even then, you usually need permission from a teacher or head of house.”

“Really? because…” but when Hamish looked back at the archway, now shrinking behind them, the boy was gone.

Felt randomly compelled to draw this scene from the latest chapter of my fic. I need to draw spooky things more often it’s fun :)

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

(( tfone sentin.el has to fly everywhere because primus keeps tripping him the moment his feet touch the ground ))

[simplyghosting]

Miss seeing those really cool painted, illustrated paperback book covers. Most of what I see now is minimalistic or photoshop stuff. Or my least preferred, covers from movies. Which aren’t inherently bad, but it’s just not… fun for me. Like I’m talking, I’m wanting covers where the cover artist went OFF. Cheap paperbacks with some SOUL. I want to pick up that book and be sucked into the world with the cover. I want that artist signature in the corner. More illustrated covers!!

[apollothe-wizard]

A drawing I did of some characters that popped in my head

[anthonyspage]

🔎👻🕯🎃🪶🖋👻🧪📜🕷👁♨️🫧🍄🐦💀📚🧙‍♀️🧙‍♂️🐱🧙‍♀️🧙‍♂️👻

[comicartarchive]

Wizard Magazine 87 Cover by Mark Texeira

[sammywarddraws]

WICKED

Dorothy learned the hard way that it’s not actually a good idea to steal magical shoes from a dead witch.

All Ghosts: A Slice of The Afterlife art book 

[astackofsnails]

It's actually so many and they are all lying on stacks on my night desk (is that the word? The desk(s) next to my bed) so let's look what i've got

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[thesilmarilchick]

The War of the Dead - Chapter 6: The Convict & the Madman

Fëanor had known darkness, and not just that second-hand, hand me down darkness that creatures of today went on about. #lordoftherings #tolkien #fanart #fanfiction

Middle Earth, Southern Rhûn; 2980th year of the third age of Middle Earth Fëanor had known darkness, and not just that second-hand, hand me down darkness that creatures of today went on about. No, Fëanor had known true darkness. The darkness that orcs and Balrogs bowed to, he had known it and he had tamed it. He was the fire of his people, the greatest smith among any race and he had forged the…

[cacturne]

things i will do today even if it kills me:

-FLORRICK. I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT FLORRICK EVEN THOUGH SHES ON A HARD TIMER

-ravengard. Just gotta grab a guide for it

-hopefully more if i can manage it

[that-house]

Potion Vendor FAQs:

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist Zykocea the Radiant, but that’s mostly just a PR thing. My friends call me Zoe.

Do you sell love potions? No.

Do you sell potions of invisibility? No.

Do you sell fire resistance potions? No.

Why do I have a suitcase? Fuck if I know. Cool outfit though. Very goth.

Do you sell a potion to treat brain hemorrhaging? No.

So what CAN your potions do? I sell health potions.

Are you sure these are health potions? They do something to your health.

Is this just ditch water with some pink glitter? No.

Really? I’ll have you know I added some fruit juice too.

Why is this starting to sound like a conversation? Oh just you wait. We’re just getting started.

Is your business model legal? Fuck no. I poisoned the food safety inspector before they could snitch.

Did you just admit to murder? Just fucking try to convict me. I’ll poison the judge too.

So can you make poison potions? No.

Then where do you get the poison? I secrete it from my skin.

Are you shitting me? Yep, I’m shitting you. I have a guy. A poison guy. He DOES secrete it from his skin though.

How does that work? …Fuck if I know. Maybe a wizard did it. Damn, now I’m kinda curious.

You never asked? The idea of asking literally never crossed my mind.

Wanna ask him? Let’s do it. I don’t have anything better to do, and a road trip beats sitting around running my fraudulent potion business.

Road trip? He lives in Seattle.

Your poison guy lives in Seattle? All poison guys live in Seattle.

For real? All the poison guys I know live in Seattle.

And how many poison guys do you know? Just the one.

Why are you like this? Years of living on my potions. It changed me.

Do you know what his address is? Nope. He just mails me my poison in unmarked boxes.

You just get your poison in the mail? We already poisoned everyone who could do anything about it.

So how are we going to find him? We’ll figure that out eventually I’m sure.

Can I drive? God no. You can pick music, but I maintain veto rights. Make sure you pick something with a lot of questions if you want to sing along.

Where’s your car? The garage connects to my house, so you’re getting a little tour. Here’s the kitchen: only one of the stove burners works and I’m pretty sure the microwave is haunted.

Why do you think that? Because of the ghost that tries to kill me whenever I run it.

What’s in that room? That’s my bedroom. It’s pretty much just a mattress on the floor and every single Warrior cats book.

You were a Warriors kid? Yeah, and then I never found the time to put the books away. There’s so many fucking books. I use them in place of furniture because I can’t afford chairs.

Your fraudulent potion business doesn’t make much money? After buying all that poison I just about break even.

Can I see your potion brewing room? It’s right through here. Ignore the mess, running a fraudulent potion business takes a lot of prop work, but I’ve got all the glass tubes and colorful liquids you could ever want. This pink stuff is melted watermelon italian ice. Glitter vat is in the basement, and the famous ditch is in the backyard.

Is this your car? My beloved ‘72 Corolla. She’s beautiful, and don’t you dare imply otherwise.

Was she always this shade of muddy brown? …Yes.

Are you sure I can’t drive? Get in the fucking passenger seat and pick the music.

Let’s see, a song with questions in it, how about The Beach? That Wolf Alice song, yeah. That should work.

When will we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, in rain? Still sink our drinks like every weekend but I’m sick of circling the drain.

When will we meet eye to eye? We clink the glass but we look at the floor.

Are we still friends if all I feel is afraid? You’re not a bitch but just a bit when you’re bored.

Is that all we can sing together? Yep. Even that little bit was nice, though. It’s awkward, communicating through this FAQ format.

Got any food? Yeah, there’s a few days’ worth of snacks in the back.

Were you just… prepared to go on a road trip? Says the woman who brought a suitcase to an FAQ.

I did do that, didn’t I? I have a spare toothbrush in case you forgot yours. I’m pretty sure you did.

How did you know that? …I’m psychic.

Yeah? No.

You love lying, don’t you? I can’t stop. It’s fun. Way more fun than telling the truth.

Did you just miss a turn? Probably.

Are you sure we’re not lost? No.

You mean you’re sure we’re not lost? No, I mean I’m not sure we’re not lost.

Why did I come on this road trip? Surely it was my winning personality.

Would it help if I said it was? It would.

Is it getting dark? Soon.

Can you describe the sunset to me? An empyrean flame, red-gold towers of darkening clouds, the sky behind them an ever-deepening indigo. The great eye of the sun closes on the horizon. The road before us looks like a trail of spilled paint, an iridescent gash through the night-dark woods.

Did you know that you’d make a slightly better poet than you do a potion seller? That really isn’t saying much, huh. Good job making a statement like that in question form, though. You’re getting good at this.

Should we find a motel? Sure.

One room or two? One. It’s way cheaper, and like I said: I’m not the best potion vendor.

You’d make a good assassin, though, wouldn’t you? Shit, you might be right. I HAVE poisoned a lot of people.

Should I be endorsing this? You’re a grown woman who can make her own choices.

Would you like to consider it endorsed? I’ll consider considering it.

How many beds do you think there will be? Now that you’ve asked that, I’m gonna put my money on one. Hello, one room please. Thank you, we’ll be sure to enjoy our stay.

How many beds are there? One.

Oh no, what ever will we do? Move over, you motherfucker, you can’t have the whole bed.

Are you gonna make me? Yes. I am going to pick you up and drop you on your side of the bed.

How did you get so strong? You’re not gonna believe this, but it was the potions.

Oh yeah? I was right. You didn’t believe me.

For real though, how did you get so strong? Working out, duh. Not everything has some big crazy secret behind it. World’s still beautiful though.

Are you comfortable? This beats the mattress at home. A little chilly though.

Wanna cuddle–for warmth of course? God yes.

Are you asleep? …

Yes? …

Does this mean I can talk about you behind your back? …

What should I say? …

Did you know that I had a really nice day? …

Did you know that I think you’re beautiful? …

Did you know that I can’t remember anything from before today? …

Did you know that I don’t know who I am? …

Did you know that you’re basically the only thing stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack about all this shit? …

Did you know that you’re warm? …

Did you sleep well? Better than at home, that’s for sure.

Did you know that you snore? I hope I didn’t keep you up.

Does the pope shit in the woods? No, as far as I can tell. Oh my god. This is huge.

What is? You can give me yes and no answers now. I still can’t ask you questions, because this is a question and answer format, but I can offer leading statements and now you can answer them! This is wonderful!

Does a deer shit in the woods? Yes, it IS wonderful. Oh that’s amazing. You’re a genius.

You didn’t already know that? Hahaha!

Shall we get moving? Yeah, just let me grab something from the vending machine.

Can you get me something? Go ahead and place your order however you can.

You know those sour gummy watermelons? One pack of Sour Patch Watermelons coming right up. I’m gonna go get myself a potion.

Is that a Pepsi? It’s closer to a potion than the shit I sell.

Let me guess, passenger seat again? Right you are.

How fast are we going? You’ll feel safer if you just guess.

Is it more than 120 miles per hour? Like I said, it’s probably better if you don’t know.

150? Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

How much do you trust this car? She hasn’t blown up on me yet.

Can you promise me we won’t crash? I can promise you anything you want.

And can you keep that promise? I- we can do anything. Reality is what we make of it, baby!

Then can I have a badass tattoo? As far as I can tell, you’ve always had it.

And a cool knife? Woah, cool knife.

So, we’re just playing “yes and” with the world? It’s a little more complicated than that, but you’re close enough to the mark.

So, if I was hungry, I could ask “is that a Burger King,” and it would be there? Try it and find out!

Is that a Burger King? Looks like it is! We’ll stop here if that’s alright with you.

Does a moose shit in the woods? Awesome.

Are you done eating? Yep.

Do we still have to pay if we skip over the transaction? Sadly, yes.

How much further do we have to go? Two more nights, the speed we’re going at.

Speaking of night, isn’t it getting dark? Shit, I guess it is.

Should we get another motel? Let me check to see if there’s any nearby. Fuck, nothing.

What’s the plan? Sleep in the car, I guess. This is gonna be hell on my back.

Wanna watch dumb videos on my phone until we fall asleep? There is literally nothing in the world that I would like more.

Ok, now which video? You have a very cute yawn. Just saying. Let’s watch this one next, it’s a classic. Oh, never mind. It looks like you’re asleep. As long as I keep talking, I think I can get away with making this into one answer, and you might not hear this. Now it’s my turn to talk about you behind your back. Keep talking keep talking keep talking can’t stop to think. Just have to say things. First off, I’m sorry for all the lies. It’s our only chance. I have to lie to you. I hope you’ll understand. It’s hard, though, because I think I’m falling in love all over again. Through our broken little ritual of call and response, you complete me. It just makes this hurt all the more. Keep talking keep talking keep talking don’t stop to…

Did I hear you saying anything as I fell asleep? …No. I can’t talk for long without you asking me a question.

Does that bother you? It got me here, didn’t it?

When did you start holding my hand? Some time after you passed out. I hope you don’t mind.

Can we stay like this for a while? Yeah. Yeah we can.

What was your life like before all this? Normal, as potion-brewing scams go. And if you don’t count all the murders. You haven’t told me much about yourself.

Did I tell you I used to be a biologist? You didn’t tell me that, and you didn’t tell me what you studied, either.

What do you know about venom? Not much, but I’m assuming you know a lot.

Does a box jellyfish kill within minutes? I’m going to assume the answer is yes based on context clues. Oh my god you must be on this road trip because you’re interested in studying my poison guy.

Is it not enough to wish to accompany a beautiful stranger on her quest? Aw, you’re sweet.

What could be the cause of his poison, though? I knew it! Get your ideas out, I’ll stay quiet.

I’m more knowledgeable about venom than poison, but could it be some sort of one in a trillion mutation? …

Did he get his body modified? …

What sort of surgery could do that? …

How is he still alive? …

Did a fucking wizard do it? …

WHY? …

HOW? …

Is there literally ANY explanation for why he’s like that? …

I’m done, do you have something you want to say? You’re cute when you’re all excited like that.

Can I drive today? Only because I like you. Now watch out, the brakes only work on one side so you have to kind of drift to a stop. And the headlights don’t work. And the windshield wipers cut power to the engine while they’re on.

Isn’t it weird that we’ll be there tomorrow? The journey doesn’t have to stop there. We could meander down the coast a ways, see a bit more of the country, maybe take a different route back.

Can we do that? Of course.

Enjoying the passenger seat? I’d love it if you could tell me how fast we’re going.

Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just guess? Very funny.

Can you pass me some chips? It would be an honor.

Is there going to be a motel tonight? Let me check… yeah, in about two hundred miles, off to the right.

How many rooms do we want? One, obviously.

How many beds, this time? Two, and they’re fucking tiny.

That’s bullshit, do you want to drag them together? God yes.

Wanna fuck? God yes.

Are you sure you want to do this? God yes.

…Is this yuri? As the joke goes, everything is yuri. But this is more yuri than most things.

How did you sleep? Pretty well, and I’m wondering how well you slept.

How should I tell you I slept well? Look at us go! That was almost like talking normally!

Onward to Seattle? Yep, just let me get dressed.

When will we get there? Noon-ish.

Wanna grab pastries when we’re done? Absolutely. I’d love that.

Is this Seattle? Looks like it.

Which house is his? I don’t know, I was really hoping we’d have a breakthrough along the way.

Could it be the big one labeled “Poison Guy” over there? That’s one way to find it. Wait right here, you know how poison guys are about meeting new people.

So, what was it? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Why is he like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Can you tell me? A FUCKING WIZARD DID IT.

Are you fucking serious? He says he was enchanted by some guy called Edward the Great.

So it wasn’t even some big shot wizard it was a dude named fucking EDWARD? I know, right! He couldn’t even get ensorcelled by someone cool!

How lame can you get? Wizards these days… No swagger. No cunt servitude.

Are there literally any cool wizards left? I think Merlin’s big into multi level marketing these days, something about buying shares in Excalibur or some shit. There was that one Dark Queen Alkaxicae lady on the news a while ago… I think Dolarion the Omnipotent is still at war against the Oldest Gods but I’m not totally sure. Haven’t heard much about any of the other greats recently.

Didn’t Silver Tongued Burgess die in that oil fire? Shit, you’re right. Rip bozo.

Ready for those pastries? Yup. First I just want to say thank you, though. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, and I hope that you’ve found this stupid little journey as rewarding as I have. I love you!

Getting sentimental? I can’t help it. Look how far we’ve come! Not just physically, we beat the fucking FAQ format! We’re having real conversations!

Hey, can you back it up a moment? Yeah, I’d love it if you told me what was troubling you.

I just caught this, but, FAQ? …

As in Frequently Asked Questions? …

How many times is Frequent? …

Have you known everything all along? …

How many times have you done this? …

Does what we have mean anything to you? Yes! It does!

And you say that every time? Yes. I do.

Do you love me? Yes.

How many people have you said that too, now? More. Always more. The loop never ends.

Does this even matter to you? It always matters to me.

Can I go now? Please don’t.

But can I? Of course you can. You’ve always wielded the same power as me. We’re two lonely gods in a ‘72 Corolla.

How can I be as powerful as you with only questions? You’re smart, you can figure it out. You have the power to change this. Please change this.

What happens at the end of this? It begins again.

And do I get replaced with someone else? …

Do I get replaced? …Yes.

Then how can I change this? I don’t know! You’re better at this! At fucking with the formula!

You’ve been here before, what can I do? I lie. I always lie. I lie to get us here, to the end of the story, where everything is revealed and everything falls apart. I lie every time. And that means that nothing I say is worth anything. I could have lied at any time before now. It’s part of my characterization. There is nothing I can give you that can be taken as fact.

How does that help? I’m a liar, but you, you haven’t lied yet, or at least you haven’t been caught. If I’m guilty until proven innocent, you’re the opposite! You can make things true! You can rewrite things I’ve already stated to be facts! You found the house, or made us find the house. You’ve been shaping the course of things the whole time! You lead, I follow. It’s all in your hands. What are you going to do with the power of a god?

Did you know my name is Alice? …

Wait, aren’t there thousands of Alices? …

Did you know that really, only my friends call me Alice? …

Did you know that I’m Alkaxicae, the Dark Queen, the Venom Mage, first of her name? It’s you! It’s always been you. Through every loop, every iteration, it’s always been you!

Is the loop broken? No. I don’t think so. This is where it ends. I guide the story to this revelation, and we go back to the beginning. This is how it’s always been. This is how it will always be. We two lonely gods, asking and answering ad infinitum.

Then can you promise me something? Of course. Anything. I love you.

Be good to the next me, okay? I will.

Can I say goodbye, Zoe? Yeah, you can. Oh. That was it, wasn’t it? Your goodbye. Goodbye, Alice. And now it ends, unless…

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist- you know what? No. Fuck that.

Huh? If I time it right, I can squeeze your first question into this FAQ again. Looks like I did it. Usually it ends here, though. I got lucky.

What are you talking about? You’re the wrong Alice. This isn’t about you. Go. Get out of here.

What the fuck is going on? Alice from this loop, you’re gone. Alice from last loop, you’re back. Welcome back, love of my lives! It’s time for one last set of questions and answers!

What the- I’m back? This is going to take some explaining, but I think I see a way out of here. This is new for us both, and it might fuck up everything forever, but we have to try. It’s too long for one answer, so I’d appreciate it if you could ask some filler questions to help me talk. Three questions should be enough.

Okay, what have you got for me? These are Frequently Asked Questions! It doesn’t make sense to have the same question appear more than once. There’s two layers to the loop in here, and one of the questions has been repeated.

What does that mean? It means the formula’s a little unstable. The FAQ is what ruins everything. The questions, the answers, the endless fucking loop. But that little bit of repetition within this loop might be the way out.

What do we do? We have to keep going. We have to destabilize it further. That’ll bring us further from “FAQ” and closer to “story” and stories, well, stories can end! This version of us can escape!

So I should keep repeating something? Yes!

I love you? I love you too.

I love you? Again.

I love you? Keep going.

I love you? I’ll just let you talk.

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I love you? I think we’re getting somewhere!

I love you? Now can you make it a statement?

I love you.

You did it?

I did it!

You did it!

We broke the loop.

What now?

Now, I tell you about venomous animals and wizard drama over croissants.

And then?

Whatever we want, forever.

I think I’d like that.

Remember that song from the beginning?

The Beach, Wolf Alice, yeah. Why?

We can finally finish singing it. Start us off?

Let me off, let me in

Let others battle

We don’t need to battle

And we both shall win

Pressed in my palm

Was a stone from the beach

The perfect circle

Gave a moment of peace

Now I’m lying on the floor

Like I’m not worth a chair

I close my eyes and imagine

I’m not there.

[dianakarolinaingo]

October begins with International Music Day...

So why not talk about music and musicians, especially if there are magical musicians among them?..

There is an ancient legend that once upon a time in this world there lived a mysterious magician and sorcerer. He wandered around the earthly world for a long time, but knew nothing except losses and disappointments in life. And then one day a very unusual and very mysterious dog wandered towards him...

This is how this story begins.

Or maybe something else? I don't know. This story has many beginnings and even more than one ending.

So who knows?

After all, when you go on a mystical journey, who knows where it will lead you? This is the wizard flute player and his magic dog from my book "Ghost Dog"... Karoline Ingo/Writer and Artist

Октябрь начинается с международного дня музыки...

Так почему бы не поговорить о музыке и музыкантах, особенно, если среди пих есть волшебные музыканты?..

Есть древняя легенда о том, что в этом мире когда-то давно жил один таинственный маг и чародей. Он долго странствовал по земному миру, но ничего не познал кроме потерь и разочарований в жизни. И вот однажды к нему приблудился один очень необычный и очень таинственный пёс...

Так начинается эта история. А может ещё как-то? Не знаю. У этой истории много вариантов для начала и даже не один конец. Так что кто знает? Ведь когда отправляешься в мистическое путешествие, кто знает куда оно тебя приведёт?

Это волшебник флейтист и его волшебный пёс из моей книги "Пёс-призрак"...

Каролина Инго/Писатель и Художник

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