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Oscar is used to nightmares, but he hasn't had one like this in a while.
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Hypnagogia is the transitional state from wakefulness to sleep, also defined as the waning state of consciousness during the onset of sleep. Mental phenomena that may occur during this "threshold consciousness" include hallucinations, lucid dreaming, and sleep paralysis.
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Kayne is mostly sure there’s a reason why he’s in this hallway in particular. He hears people, wondering if that’s why he’s here. There are a series of short doors along the hall, exposing the bare feet or the shoes underneath. Changing rooms.
“We don't exactly have a lot of room for choice.” Arthur wavers, setting a shirt down.
Ah, that’s why Kayne is here.
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When Gerard Keay dies, the catalogue of the trapped dead is put in police custody. But isn't a pair of hunters that pull him out of it.
Instead, he is greeted by a tall, blonde, spiral thing that looks far too pleased to see him. "I have found you, Gerard Keay."
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Parker strided over to Arthur, glancing at the page underneath Arthur’s hand expecting it to be the subject of the conversation except Arthur plucked the cigarette from his mouth. “Wha-hey!”
Arthur put the cigarette out on the ash tray on his desk, because Arthur smoked too! “Let’s not smoke in the office.”
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Arthur wakes up. Something is wrong. He's not alone.
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Under Wraps Au by alwaysGradience
Fandom Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types
28 Jun 2024
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There was going to be a Ritual soon in New York. Of course, this meant the already busy city was suddenly overrun with locals and tourists alike arriving to watch the spectacle.
The Baroness was safety from this chaos, a comforting haven for the Drifter and for the Doorman, but after the clock strikes midnight, and guests begin settling down, there's a piercing scream.
Someone has been murdered, the body left covered in gore. Fingers immediately point to Drifter, but Doorman isn't going to give him up that easily. It was time to find the real culprit.
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He tries again to exert his influence, to shift forms, to remove himself from this place, to bend the fabric of the universe to his will, but he cannot. He is bound here, in this form made of flesh and bone and sinew, in this pile of cells, limited by their physical reality.
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Lillith's way of trapping Kayne worked a little bit differently.
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"You’ve been avoiding me.” The Doorman stated, amused sounding, “Quite impolite of you.”
The Drifter snarled in response and swung out at where he guessed the other’s torso would be. There was a tearing sound, a mix of cloth, meat, and something unnatural, before the hand on his neck released him. He immediately whirled, teeth bared and claws at the ready, only to find the Doorman merely adjusting his cuffs and affixing him with an unimpressed raise of his brow. There was no sign of damage on him, as though the wound that he had felt had never existed at all. Bastard.
The Drifter learns what it feels like to be hunted.
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“It’ll only be till sunrise,” Drifter states, as if that would convince Mirage any more.
“You can’t come in here.” Mirage stands his ground.
Drifter keeps grinning but Mirage can tell his smile is faltering ever so slightly. He’s still holding his side with his blood stained hands. “And why is that?”
“Look at you. You’re shameful, covered head to toe in blood.” Mirage says it with so much malice that he almost feels guilty. Drifter looks down at the blood coating his body, staining his arms and clothes. He sighs.
“What if I told ya it wasn’t someone else’s blood?”
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29 Apr 2026
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Desire sparks in those crimson irises, sets fire to Doorman’s pseudo-flesh and primmed attire. He has no hormones to speak of, no chemical mailmen to tell his arousal to do this and that, and yet the feeling persists. Bubbles, broils. Fetches sweaty glimpses of last week, and the week before that. Faux blood rushes to Doorman’s freckled cheeks; turns a god’s attempt at humanity into the faintest blush; curves Drifter’s crooked smile at its edges. They dig this hole deeper everyday. Doorman pretends not to see the ladder.
The Baroness has a pest problem. Doorman deals with a pesky raccoon.