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Drifter gets forced into a bat form, and for reasons that he can't articulate, he goes to The Baroness.
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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.”
“You got something better in mind?” Parker retorted.
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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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A tree grows on Erid by dirtymakeupbrushes
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game)
05 Jun 2026
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Ryland Grace is living peacefully on Erid. Peacefully until something (or someone) so monumentally bloody stains the water in his enclosure.
Simon is trying to get by on what he thinks is heaven, until he starts to mutate into something unholy.
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You know the drill it’s platonic bloodymary time
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podfic/translation welcome!
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“What are you talking about?” Grace's fingers played quick chords as he spoke. He didn’t even look as he did it, but it did not make them any less purposeful.
“Discussing possible reasons why Tau Ceti is not infected while other stars are,” Eva replied deftly. “I would invite you to join, but we were just finishing—”
“Oh, that’s easy.” His hand twisted a knob, and the notes came out sharper. “It is infected—Petrova Line and everything.”
In Grace's opinion, dreaming about time traveling is no excuse for getting out of practice with his Eridian. To the rest of the Petrova Taskforce, it seems a bit odd that their resident Astrophage expert has suddenly taken to carrying a keyboard around and playing it whenever he speaks. Eva Stratt resolves to figure out what is going on.
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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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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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"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.