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gothamslostboy · 6 months
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a-dead-tea · 3 months
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Writing Prompt #120
“Why do you come here?”
The old woman paused, having been kneeled before the cave’s mouth. She’d brought an offering, one of bread and wine, just as she had for most of her life. 
Her hands remained clasped, but the beginning of her prayer had caught in her throat. 
There was a long moment of silence, and the woman almost considered that she had hallucinated the voice. 
But no, it returned. 
“What have I done to deserve such unfaltering devotion from you, human? Have I not left you alone and your prayers unanswered the entire time you’ve known of me? You kneel before my cave as you have since you were a child, now shriveled and grey. I have done nothing for you, not once, and yet you still come to me whenever you’re able. Why?”
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sebjir · 2 years
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Beware of the tumblr imp!
It slinks through the jungle of posts people make every day and wreaks havoc. Most of the time it isn't even very noticeable, just a like that seemingly came from nowhere or a post that get's lost on it's way to the drafts and ends up on your followers dashboards instead. But sometimes they are adventurous. Those are the times when a post's notes go missing or whole blogs get deleted when you were only trying to delete a sideblog. And when you caught his attention then it may happen that she sticks a 'reblog me' on the back of one of your posts and suddenly you get 1000 notes per hour on a post that just says 'I'm hungieeeee".
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sweetwolfcupcake · 2 years
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The Forest: Invitation
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Yandere Namjoon x Reader
The Forest: The Beginning Masterlist
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“I never thought you will have to return someday.”
The therapist’s office did not feel like a strange palace anymore. The last time she had been there was when she was seven- two years. It took two whole years for the constant, terrifying nightmares to cease.
“I did not think so either.”
“(Y/N) I’m a child psychologist, I would not be able to help you this time.”
“I know Doctor, but I am not exactly here for regular sessions, I need…I just need this to stop. But first I need to know what kinds of nightmares I used to have as a child? You have recordings, voice and video recordings. Don’t you?”
Dr Meera Smith had been a woman in her thirties when (Y/N)’s mother first brought her to her cabin. Now she was a middle-aged woman with greying hair and a heavier body. But she exuded the same warmth she used to when (Y/N) was brought to her as a child- five and traumatized.
“Are you sure? Your mother never wanted you to watch them.”
(Y/N) nodded at the question. She needed to go back in order to find the roots. Besides, she could share it with her therapist- if she needed one. And she might be needing one soon if her sleep cycle continued to be compromised.
“Yes, Doctor, I’m sure. I need to remember what I had been seeing in those nightmares and what had been the symptoms. I would like to take them home. The voice and the video recordings. All of them.”
Dr Smith eyed her carefully, concern visible in her chocolate orbs, before giving her a final nod.
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“Bloody hell, there are so many of them, more than a hundred (Y/N).” Cindy gasped as she eyed the recording files on the laptop. “You need to make time for these.”
“Juggling between the bistro and academics, it’s going to be difficult.” (Y/N) admitted.
Dr Meera Smith had handed over two pen drives to her- one had the video, the other had the audios. And even though (Y/N) was eager to copy all the files into her laptop, she did not know if she was ready to begin experiencing those sessions again.
“Just don’t let Mom know.” she turned to Cindy who nodded assuringly
“Of course not.”
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“One Belgium chocolate scoop on a chocolate waffle please!” (Y/N) informed the kitchen staff before turning around to type down the next order.
“Two bowls of French onion soup with crispy garlic and herbs bread, please.” the familiar voice made her look up.
“Oh, what a pleasant surprise.” Namjoon’s eyes had widened and eyebrows raised momentarily in surprise before a smile broke out.
“Yes, I never saw you here before?” (Y/N) felt her cheeks heating up for some unknown reason, but she managed to keep a social smile.
“Yes, a friend of mine recommended this place, and he was not wrong on the ‘warm vibes’ thing. Any recommendations you would make for dessert?”
“Eh, yes, um- lemon tarts, or the classic opera cakes. They are mostly sold-out on Fridays.” she was glad that she had managed to keep up her composure. 
Kim Namjoon was an attractive man, intimidatingly so. There was a certain imposing aura surrounding him that could leave passersby awestruck, yet he was so smooth with manners and appeared so gentle in disposition, it made her mind fling into an internal battle- to give into the allurement or not.
“The classics, I see. I will take both since you recommended me. Please add that to the list.” his smile crooked a bit and she was afraid that he had noticed her reddened cheeks.
Nodding, she tried to focus on the computer screen while trying to not look up and meet his gaze- she could feel his eyes on her all the while. 
“All done, you can pay and collect your bill.” she gestured towards John the cashier sitting only a metre away from her. Namjoon nodded and moved, to her relief.
She was seeing him after only two days and yet he had somehow managed to catch her off guard. She discreetly watched as he took a seat in front of a man whose wide back was visible, almost covering Namjoon’s frame. 
Yet a part of Namjoon’s face could be seen, his friend was wide-shouldered, with jet black hair. And yet, when her eyes trailed up, towards Namjoon’s partly-visible face, only one eye was visible, and it was already on her, gaze piercing her soul. 
(Y/N)’s breathing ceased for a moment before she snapped her gaze back to the customer standing in front of her.
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The bus stand was only five minutes away from the apartment complex. The usually bleak days were turning even shorter and bleaker, so by the time (Y/N) reached the gates of the complex, it felt to be midnight- even though it was only ten o’clock. 
The evening had turned windy, making her nose turn pink. She tucked her hands inside her pockets as she stood near the gates. The presence of a security guard and multiple security cameras made her feel a bit safer, even though the longer she watched the darkened, massive park on the other side of the road, the darker it appeared.
It was only the wind that made the shrubs and trees ruffle, but it appeared as if something more than just gusts of wind was making them move. There were so many trees in the park, that it appeared to be the edge of a forest. And it reminded her of a real one- a terrifying, dense, dark forest that was etched on her mind like a stubborn stain. The return of the nightmares had only made it all worse.
 (Y/N) bit her lip as she continued to gaze into the park. The locals had always described it to be beautiful, a lovely, sunny, cool and green place- ideal for nature lovers. But she could never bring herself to venture into the park alone. It had always been Cindy by her side whenever she had to step into the place- and she had only done so twice.
The sudden swoosh of something moving among the trees at a tremendous speed startled her, making her take a step back.
It is just the wind.
Just the wind
It’s windy and…
Fuck it!
With no intention to look back, (Y/N) turned around and hurried into the safety of the complex. 
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“What?” (Y/N) could not believe her ears, 
“Okay, I know that it is quite sudden but, we were first riding in the elevator together, then I helped him with shopping for his newly-set apartment and it just flew out of my mouth by the time we returned here.”
“So a dinner invitation just flies out of your mouth- like, just like that?” (Y/N) had not seen it coming.
How could Cindy be so careless?
“Look, he is Namjoon’s flatmate and well…Hot? Like, girl, he was so damn handsome and nice and gentlemanly. It—It was a moment’s slip.” Cindy sighed and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand “Look, I’m sorry, if you want, I can let him know that we cannot host a dinner this evening, it was my fault anyway and—”
“No wait, that would be…rude.” (Y/N) sighed and flopped herself on the couch “Okay, this Saturday we will have Namjoon and his flatmate…”
“Jin, his name is Kim Seokjin.”
“Yes, Namjoon and Seokjin. We will have them for dinner. But you are going to do the cooking and all, the most I will do is grocery shopping.”
Cindy smiled brightly at her “Trust me, you will not regret it, they are nice guys - especially Jin, he has been nothing if not gentlemanly and amiable to me.” she continued to sing the man’s praises.
“Mhm, Jin, huh? You seem quite smitten by him, Cindy.” her comment did nothing to deter her roommate from continuing to talk about the charming roommate of Namjoon (Y/N) had never met.
And she had to admit, the man ought to be charming enough to have a girl like Cindy be infatuated with him. The term might be an exaggeration but the way Cindy was blushing and smiling so brightly, (Y/N) was pretty sure that her best friend had a crush.
How could she not smile at her friend’s happy face?
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I could not resist, I have almost finished the first book and it is well above 25k words.
Hope you all enjoy it!
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doragonlw · 1 year
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More spooky vampires
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fanbynature · 1 year
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ateez aesthetics; supernatural creatures
》Hongjoong ⇢ Elf
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hannahhook7744 · 2 years
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Application for your OC Herlando?
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Name: Herlando Sherwin Dancer.
Known Aliases: The Medic, the vampire, and Herlando the Merciful.
Nicknames or Other: Herly, Blue eyes, Fang, Vamp, Vamp Boy, H.S, Vampire Boy, Kitten Boy, Liberty's Shadow, and Doc.
Date of Birth or Best Guess: Idk but the day Hannah assigned me was August 4th.
Place of Birth: The... Isle?
Favorite Color: Navy Blue.
Favorite Activity: Playing ball and hanging out with liberty.
Favorite School Subject: Werid Science.
Father's Name (or alias): Dragos the Dancer.
 Mother's Name (or alias):Idk.
Father's Profession: Dancing Vampire.
Mother's Profession: Human.
Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer. 
Carlos or Hannah. Without a doubt.
In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer. 
I want to go to Auardon because I want to explore the world with my friends and become a medical professional and hopefully find a cure for my... affliction...
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Herlando Dancer.
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valentines-wh0re · 1 year
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Bryn Dracul’s character sheet.
I’m sorry if it’s hard to read.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION; Bryn Dracul, also known post Hellsing as Bryn Valentine as she is the partner and lover to Luke Valentine, is the result of Alucard and one of his brides, believed to have been carrying cat síth blood within her veins. Cat síths are known to be soul eating creatures, however, due to Bryn’s mixed nature, she has Vampiric cravings such as blood. She also has a “human like apperance” unlike an actual cat síth who just appears as just a cat, hence the mainecoon-like ears and lack of human ears, along with a long dark tail that sometimes drags if she isn’t careful.
Bryn is also partially blind in one eye, like Zorin. The eye goes in odd direction and doesn’t follow the direction of her working eye, so sometimes her eyes can look wonky. Unlike her father, Bryn leans on the plus sized side of body types, having a plush tummy and wide hips and has a shorter stature, standing at 5’3. Bryn’s fashion sense is very much gothic, only wearing black and wearing chokers and dark natured necklaces.
LIKES: Dark colours such as black, mice, her partner (Luke Valentine), Summer evenings, blood, human food, and sketching.
DISLIKES: Dogs, Religious schools, Bright colours, being overstimulated, being lied to, messy confrontations/arguements with the ones she loves
I’ll be making a more official character ref sheet later, for now feel free to ask any questions about her via my ask box. :) Also, this art is older. But i plan on again, remaking a character sheet.
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winged-bat · 2 years
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vampires have to grow into their fangs, for the first couple of weeks/months after they’ve been turned they struggle with talking and keeping their mouth closed without the fangs peaking out or making their mouth look like theirs something in there all the times, they slur there words and talk funny for a bit before they get the hang of it
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bloxxytourist · 7 months
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Abandoned Military Base?
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It was hard getting so far out to see glaciers but I feel into a hole. It was very cold and isolated, this area and there were messages drawn in blood. There was a strange looking corpse here too. Im traveling further away from this area and I hope the sights will be less dreary.
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sakaimekanae · 1 year
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✨HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023✨ and here's the first colored drawing in this year
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I will let you know the details of some exhibitions I participate in, including "Kawaii Art in Thailand", later, just a little bit later...
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fleshwizard · 1 year
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mircallaswriting · 1 year
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I never thought I would get back to writing. After completely losing touch of my so beloved craft for quite a few years, it feels like it's time to get back into it. I got rejected from University where I wanted to study Creative Writing and while in a toxic relationship my then partner made me believe I didn't have a creative bone in me. I completely stopped reading and writing, even competing (I had previously competed in Poetry Slam on a national level) and I felt miserable. These past months I got back into reading, with reading books I used to love. No big surprise here they were mostly fantasy books, specifically within the vampire/supernatural creature theme. I want to use this blog to publish my writing. No matter how short or long, since I just need to get it out there without thinking and criticising it too much.
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summerdrita · 1 year
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Supernatural creature
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As Paul searches the house for clues, Julia tries to piece together the information she has learned while having Lucas as a student. Julia and Paul become invested in learning the details of Lucas’ home life. Viewers next see police officers at a crime scene, where they find a corpse and antlers. More clips follow of Lucas hunting for animals and wearing a flashlight helmet in the dark on the way home as he prepares meals for the creature living in his house.įollowing the boy’s disturbing process of preparing the meals, he soon finds that the walls of his house have been covered in blood. A supernatural creature soon appears to eat the corpse, while Lucas quickly exits the room. He then heads home and throws the dead animal into the middle of the bare living room. They are seen as a threat or even a love interest for people travelling by sea in most fantasies.ĭo you know all of these creatures? Tell us about your favourite mythical creature in the comments.The trailer opens with Lucas Weaver (Thomas) ominously walking alone along a lake before spotting an animal and picking up a rock. Mermaid – hybrid supernatural creatureĪnother hybrid supernatural creature with the face and body of a human and the tail of a fish that has been ruling the water kingdom in many of our favourite stories since childhood.
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From being a subject of horror to the object of affection in paranormal romance, you can find all sorts of stories and movies revolving around the werewolf. A werewolf is a human that turns into a wolf on every full moon and forgets about their true self. WerewolfĪnother hit mythical character these days is the werewolf. They have been a strong antagonist in Greek mythology, with a human head on the horse’s body. The Centaurs are a half-human and half horse. From the Zombie apocalypse to I am Legend, you can watch them in many latest movies eating away your favourite characters. They are very infectious corpses that feed on the human flesh. These mythical characters were once humans but are now completely detached from their former selves. Zombies came from Haitian folklore and originated in the mid-20 th century. It is said to represent the spiritual resurrection of a character or even their return from the grave. This supernatural creature is the symbol of resurrection its existence stems from Roman and Greek mythology. Phoenix makes you recall the invincible Fawkes from Harry Potter. From telling interesting stories to the kids to even scaring them when they aren’t listening, Yeti and bigfoot have been the right supernatural creatures to make the kids do homework on time. We have grouped these giants that have been entertaining our kids for decades. Their hearts are the vulnerable most part. They are known to feed on the living’s blood to remain immortal and avoid the sunlight. From their sexy portrayal in the Twilight and Vampire Diaries to the terrifying atrocious Count Orlok in Nosferatu, they have been in our fantasies for more than a century now. Vampires are among the most popular supernatural creatures that are even loved by millennials. It is supposed to have magical powers and hence remains the central figure in many of the kid’s stories and picture books. It is a rainbow-coloured horse with a horn. The unicorn is another supernatural creature that has become kids’ absolute favourite these days. You can find this mythical creature in Inferno and Percy Jackson. According to the fantasy, the Minotaur was slain by an Athenian named Theseus. Known to be an angry creature trapped in a labyrinth by the King Minos of Crete. This is a hybrid supernatural creature with the head of a bull on the human body. For instance, Pennywise from the latest series IT is the millennial bogeyman that has been making children go home straight after school and hate the clowns since 1986. A bogeyman can be a human sometimes, but mostly it’s a supernatural being. The bogeyman takes different forms, while his goal remains to scare the children and make them behave well. Let’s take you through our list of the supernatural creatures in fantasies to date: 1. Do you love when the mythical creatures come alive in your favourite fictional stories, books, and movies? We do too! From the most demonic character in the horror movie to the lovely and helping fairy in the fantasy series, you are left in complete awe or disgust (for the demonic creature) for them.
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the-modern-typewriter · 3 months
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Hello! Would you be willing to write about someone who finds out that their roommate and childhood best friend is actually some kind of supernatural creature? Preferably m/m but its okay if you’d like to change the genders.
Have a nice day!!!
"You're...uh...wow."
Maybe Holden should be horrified, but all he could really do was stare, dumbly entranced. The staring wasn't that different to normal, if he was going to be really horribly honest with himself.
But Atlas also wasn't normally crouched near stark-bollocks naked in the middle of their dorm room. He didn’t normally have dark, gorgeous wings unfurling from his back. He didn’t normally stare at Holden with eyes that had gone from blue to literally black too. Hungry. Heated.
Holden hastily shut the door behind him before someone else on the floor saw.
"Are you, uh, okay, man?"
His best friend was, very clearly, not okay. His gaze tracked every small movement that Holden made.
"You," Atlas growled through his teeth. "Are not supposed to be here."
"Right. Yeah. Uh. My class was—" Holden lost his trail of thought as he continued to stare. "God,” he said, a little dizzy, “you look incredible."
Five-year old Atlas had been funny and brave. Nineteen-year old Atlas also had the absolute gall to be stunning on top of that. It was, frankly, terrible on a night out. On his own, Holden did okay. When he was standing next to Atlas though, more and more as the years passed by, he may as well have been a potato. He couldn't even hold it against anyone. He did enough trying not to stare himself.
But...he definitely hadn't noticed the wings before. He would have noticed wings, right? Even with that smile and those cheekbones to distract.
He realised, dazedly, that he'd drifted closer. One step, two step, three, until he was standing right over Atlas. Close enough to touch.
"Get out." Atlas sounded strained. "Now." His fingers – his claws – dug into the threadbare carpet.
Holden wanted to run his fingers through Atlas's blond hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, the line of his jaw, the beautiful curve of his throat. He wanted to touch every inch of Atlas that he could. He wanted Atlas's hands on him, sure and just as smitten as Holden had been for years, and he'd do anything, offer anything if—
"Holden."
The sharp snap of his name cleared Holden's mind a little. He shook his head and backed up. "Sorry. I—"
What the hell was he doing? Heat rose to his cheeks, mortified.
There were a lot of reactions one could have to seeing their best friend suddenly sprout wings, but Holden was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to just drool over his roommate like some kind of neanderthal. He'd done such a good job of not letting his stupid feelings impact their stupid friendship until stupid now too.
It wasn't like he'd never caught a glimpse of Atlas without his clothes before. It had never made him like – he would never have – but would it be so bad if he just—?
No. Something was definitely wrong.
Holden whirled around, heading back for the door. He'd opened it only a crack when Atlas's hand slammed down on it, shutting it again. The lock clicked as Atlas bracketed him with an arm on either side. They weren’t quite touching, but they were close enough that he could feel the heat of Atlas against his back.
He hadn't even heard Atlas move. His breath hitched.
Atlas groaned. He let his head thunk against the door, above Holden's left shoulder, as he drew in ragged gasps.
Holden heard him swearing and muttering under his breaths. He caught a few words that’s sounded suspiciously like ‘bloody scheming bastard vampires’ and a much more familiar ‘shitshitshit’.
Up close, Atlas’s new cologne was…was it cologne? Holden’s head felt cloudy again. He dug his nails into his palms, desperately shoving down the truly ridiculous urge to turn around and kiss Atlas immediately.
“What the hell is happening?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You have wings. You have – I feel –”
“You’re supposed to be in class for the next three hours!”
“My class was cancelled,” Holden said. “Some last minute—”
Atlas caught hold of his hips, spinning him as if it was absolutely nothing, pressing him back against the door.
The bit of Holden’s brain that wasn’t too busy with oh, yes please reminded him that Atlas was not that bloody strong. He should not be able to do that. He always skipped the gym when Holden went, despite looking like that.
“What are you?” The obvious question finally penetrated the fog.
Atlas’s attention lingered on his lips, seeming…distracted.
“Incubus,” he murmured. He’d always had a nice voice, but in that moment, that word, it was like caramel. Sweet on Holden’s senses. “God, you’re pretty. Sharing a room was a terrible idea.”
It took a second for the actual response to register, let alone the rest.
Incubus.
“What?” Holden yelped.
It was all some elaborate joke.
(Atlas didn’t do pranks.)
It was impossible.
(Those wings looked very real, no matter how impossible they were.)
How had it taken 14 years for him to notice his best friend was an incubus?
(Did that mean he didn’t really have a crush on his best friend? It was just – what he was?)
Atlas’s fingers grazed just slightly beneath Holden’s jumper, blazing hot against the skin above his hips.
Holden asked no coherent questions whatsoever. He didn’t even manage an incoherent word. Every reasonable thing he should have been considering vanished in a haze.
His best friend was an incubus? Sure! Whatever. Nothing mattered except the fact that there was really far too much distance between them. Atlas’s mouth was right there and – Holden couldn’t have said which of them initiated the kiss, but it was ravenous and he was putty against the door. Head empty. All need and greed and wanting. He finally got to tangle his fingers into Atlas’s always annoyingly perfect hair and –
The lock clicked.
Faster than Holden could fully comprehend, the door was open and Atlas had bodily shoved him into the corridor. He landed sprawling and ungraceful on his butt.
He had a second to peer up, bewildered, at the look of absolute raw desire on Atlas’s face before the door slammed shut. The lock clicked again.
The texts pinged on his phone a moment later.
Don’t come back until I say so.
Will explain later.
Sorry.
Well, crap.
Holden pressed a hand to his mouth, catching his breath and his sanity with Atlas out of view. Then he went to the uni library to research everything he could about incubi.
By the time Atlas texted him that evening, he was ready.
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