The Fifth Descender | Chapter 2 by AnotherDemon, literature
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The Fifth Descender | Chapter 2
Everything hurt. His back felt like it was burned, his side felt like it was on literal fire, his pulse was pounding against the inside of his skull- everything hurt. The worst of it all, though, was the nausea. He wasn’t sure what had woken him or how he was even awake in the first place. Beyond the pain and the nausea, he was exhausted. It dragged at him, keeping him in a weird limbo between unconscious and alert to the point that he was certain he dreamt at times. There was no way he and Kaveh were out in the desert with him feeling like this but he had this vague impression of Kaveh against his burning side taking his weight, talking like always, - not that he could remember what Kaveh had even said - and the grit of sand in his shoes. There wasn’t enough sand near home for him to have it in his shoes so it had to be the desert; but there had also been so little light and the terrain didn’t give like sand normally did so it definitely had to be a dream. The nausea got
Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 13 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 13
Sirius muttered some curse into the lid of his hot chocolate before taking a drink. Severus understood his frustration. Even reiterating the events from Halloween made it even clearer how poorly things were being handled. Sirius bit out, “And nothing happened afterwards? Nothing for the parents?” A pause as if it dawned on him. “Nothing for the kids?” “The few nightmares that were reported were discussed and only two students were prescribed Dreamless Sleep.” Severus sighed. “But, no. Nothing more was done.” “Fuckin’ hell.” Silence settled between them, filled by the sounds of the world around them. Godric’s Hollow was anything but a sleepy little town late that Saturday morning. Severus could hear kids playing somewhere on the street behind them and quite a number of cars had passed since he and Sirius had settled against the fence. There had even been others who had walked through the graveyard and most bid respect to one of the many gravestones. If any had been inclined to
The Fifth Descender | Chapter 1 by AnotherDemon, literature
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The Fifth Descender | Chapter 1
Kaveh was still hovering, not that Alhaitham was surprised. It had only been a day since he had returned to work so some hovering was to be expected; no, the thing that was odd was the nature of it. Usually by the time Alhaitham returned to work, Kaveh was less attentive, less present in a sense, and oftentimes antsy to get back to work in a greater capacity. Kaveh wasn’t behaving like that. Alhaitham watched him, book lying open and temporarily forgotten on the table, as Kaveh quietly worked on some illustration. From what glimpses Alhaitham had managed around Kaveh’s normal behavior of hiding it before Alhaitham could really see it, it didn’t look like Kaveh’s normal work. It had looked a bit too abstract, less focused, or perhaps too complex for a simple sheet of paper to hold, like Kaveh was trying to capture how the stars hung in three dimensional space in a two dimensional image. But despite Kaveh’s appearance of working diligently away on his latest piece, Alhaitham knew
Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 12 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 12
Harry stared at Severus, school robe halfway on with his hand caught in the other sleeve. “What?” he asked, the word coming out more like a squawk than an actual word. It returned inertia to his body and he haphazardly shoved his arm into the sleeve. “Why? What are the other kids receiving?” “Detentions,” Severus offered crisply, though the softened edges of the man’s expression was enough for Harry to know it wasn’t simply being brushed aside. “A few will only serve a day or two. Mr. Malfoy will be serving two weeks.” “But I’m supposed to suffer through mine until Winter Break!” Severus sighed as he knelt. “I know it seems unfair right now but this truly has your best interest in mind.” Harry initially backed away from Severus’s reaching hand but seeked it out as the man talked. Severus’s hand carded through his hair, grounding and reassuring in equal parts. “Hogwarts lacks a lot of what you are used to back home and this will guarantee you spend some time not studying. While I
Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 11 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 11
“There, look. See him?” “Where?” “The one wearing the glasses?” “Did you see his face?” “Did you see his scar?” For not the first time, Harry felt endless gratitude towards Sirius, Severus, and Remus for doing all they could to keep him out of the public eye. With no such protection now, Harry found whispers tailing him even in his own common room and it weighed heavily on him. It was understandable people were going to be eager to see and meet him but at least the Hufflepuffs were trying to be normal about it. It helped that he had some buffer with Hannah, Susan, Cedric, and even surprisingly Roger keeping most of the overly eager at bay but the rest of the student body wouldn’t be as satisfied with just seeing him. The Great Hall wasn’t nearly as full as the night prior when all of the student body was present for the Start of Term Feast but it certainly wasn’t anywhere near empty. Sure enough, as soon as he approached the open doors, eyes and words were quickly focused on
Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 10 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 10
The shout was probably just as loud as every time before but tucked within the hat caused a weird muffling that barely dampened the sound; he flinched. His Sorting was finally over and done with. He quickly pulled the hat off as he slipped from the stool and placed the hat on it. His legs felt strange, wobbly and weak in a way he didn’t like, but it barely registered under the enormous relief he felt as he hurried over to Hannah and Susan. It barely registered just like the odd way the hall was full of noise barely registered. The hat had listened. For a heart stopping moment, he had thought it wouldn’t but the hat - sounding very amused with either itself or the situation - had placed him in Hufflepuff like he’d wanted but hadn’t been able to voice. The whole thing was exhausting and left a weird buzzing beneath his skin. Even his hands were shaking. No, wait; they weren’t shaking but it certainly felt like they should be. Before he could do anything with the sensation, though, he
Wayward Souls at Halftrot Inn | Chapter 2 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Wayward Souls at Halftrot Inn | Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Ilravis's Deceit The soil was hard beneath his thin shoes as if the rain that had drowned the world the day before hadn’t happened. Even the flash flood that had been brought on by the previous day’s torrential downpour had only left a veneer of clay mud clinging to the remnants of buildings and marked where the waterline had reached on the trees. The mud squelched beneath each step and clung incessantly to anything it touched. Those unfortunate enough to fall in it wore the mud like a second skin. It clung to his legs high on his thighs and plastered his pants awkwardly to his skin. Either the plaster-like clay itself was cold or it was making his pants increasingly damp and he hated it. Laughter rang out from what remained of a building to his left and habitually he glanced over. If there had been a second floor, it had been obliterated right along with the rest of the town. Most of the walls were under half of their original height, the shortest points being on the
Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 9 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 9
“What are those?” Harry looked up from the snacks, a colored pencil caught between his teeth. He hadn’t even realized he had stuck it there until the rather familiar voice had cut through his thoughts. He grabbed it with the hand holding five other colored pencils and asked, “What are what?” “Those.” The speaker - where had he seen someone with platinum blonde hair before? - pointed at the small bundle of colored pencils in Harry’s left hand. “Colored pencils,” he stated simply as he turned his attention back to the food trolley and picked up another packaged Liquorice wand. Three ought to be enough along with the small box of Liquorice Comfits. “Colored what? Are those a muggle thing?” Harry looked at the strangely familiar kid again in surprise. “Colored pencils,” he repeated. He was fairly certain he had seen colored pencils in a wixen supplies shop before though they may have been called something else. But when he didn’t answer the latter question quickly enough, the
Wayward Souls at Halftrot Inn | Chapter 1 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Wayward Souls at Halftrot Inn | Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Niko’s Visions Halftrot Inn was never truly still no matter what time it was. Granted, three o’clock in the morning was far quieter than three in the afternoon but there was always someone at the front desk doing something and at least two other staff members working somewhere on the property. Niko loved those early morning hours. Not because of the quiet - oh Gods, no; she lived for the noise and bustle of the day and the secrets and information that slipped through it - but because of the occasional body that wasn’t supposed to be up at those hours. It wasn’t very often someone bustled in from outside too early in the morning to be considered normal - or unconcerning - and it was even less common for someone to leave, but it happened. It always happened. The clock had just chimed the quarter hour past four when the front door opened. She stilled her hand, pen lifted from the page to not blot the ledger. Two individuals entered before the door was shut with some care
Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 8 by AnotherDemon, literature
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Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline | Ch 8
The mid morning crowd of King’s Cross Station swallowed them as they entered the massive building, a familiarity that came from traveling often. Harry expected the same comfort that always came from that familiarity but the apprehension remained heavy in his chest. He hated it. There was no need to worry; he was well aware that there was no point in worrying. Everyone had reassured him multiple times that Sirius taking Harry as himself would be fine, that anything that could go wrong could be handled. But for Sirius to be at Harry’s side with no hint of disguise or as the all too familiar large black dog was setting off every warning bell Harry had and he couldn’t quiet them. Sirius ruffled his hair, the trolley listing slightly to the right despite the weight of Harry’s trunk. “You’ll have a great time at Hogwarts, Harry. Don’t you worry.” He offered Sirius a soft smile, one he knew Sirius would see as appreciation. Harry couldn’t correct him. It would only lead to the same
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 15: Outpost by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 15: Outpost
He didn’t remember passing out. He must have because he wasn’t on the back of the snake creature anymore. Instead he was lying in an unfamiliar bed in an equally unfamiliar room. The room was dimly lit from the sunlight that was making it through the curtains. Other than the bed, there was a dresser, a table, and a chair. The chair was situated at the bedside unoccupied. He could hear movement beyond the closed door, the soft chatter of voices always fluctuating, but nothing ever got clear enough for him to discern anything important. There was a lull in sound and he nearly drifted off again before the click of the door brought him back. He opened his eyes to see the man entering the room dressed in a simpler outfit than what he had been wearing when he kidnapped Artemis. His gaze drifted over the winged serpent loosely draped around the man’s neck, the green and blue scales a beautiful backing of rainbow colored wings. “Oh good,” the man spoke, voice a low rumble that was barely
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 12: Slippery by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 12: Slippery
“You are nothing more than a child playing pretend.” Dlmor’s launched itself at the stranger, giving him the chance to see who they were up against. The stranger looked human, though whether or not it was the same face as the ranger he couldn’t remember. But instead of the ranger’s uniform, the man looked ready to tackle temperatures far colder than what they were now. He watched as the man didn’t even look at Dlmor before the creature was thrown aside by something he couldn’t see. Dlmor collided with Belvren. The other Shadow absorbed the impact, barely moving backwards from it. Lora let off another arrow. It shattered against something he couldn’t see. Belvren snarled at the something, or so he assumed, because whatever the others were seeing, he couldn’t see it. Something grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. He choked on a cry for help. It wouldn’t have done him much good. Lora was raised into the air shortly after he was and with how she was gripping at the air
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 14: Armor by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 14: Armor
“Well done,” the man mock praised. “An excellent show of ingenuity and reflex.” An impression started to trail from the top of the man’s dune, curling around the front face sending sand cascading down the slope. He watched it unsure if he wanted to know what kind of creature was doing that. He thought of snake at first but the impression in the sand was so large, he could lie down perpendicular to the impression left behind and fit within it with ease. “Now let’s see how well you hold your own against something you should see.” His headache flared but he thought he heard a hiss and the thought of snake didn’t seem so wild anymore. Dlmor yanked him sideways as an invisible force impacted with the sand. A startled cry escaped his throat at the sudden change of direction. Ir died quickly as Dlmor’s actions had him keeping the point of impact in sight. The sand shifted about for a stretch before settling. His feet hit the side of a dune and the force knocked his knees out. He found his
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 6: Rodent by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 6: Rodent
He frowned, looking at the window. The sheer shade obscured a lot of the view but he could make out the faint shapes of trees passing slowly by before there was a soft jerk forward and the camper stopped. “There’s no way we’re already there, is there?” Beckett asked, a frown on their face. He shook his head, getting up. “Not a chance. It’s a thirty minute drive without traffic and if enough people got the notice, we’ll hit traffic.” He opened the bedroom door and moved to the front seats. Beckett’s footfall was soft behind him. The front curtain was open and he didn’t wait to speak up. “What’s going on? Why’d we stop?” he asked, gaze going out the windshield. The winding road disappeared around a cliff side but he could make out a portion of it in the distance. The flashing lights were hard to miss. “Might have been an accident,” Cole offered, “could have been a landslide. Either way, I don’t think we’ll make it to the pass.” “Do we want to just hunker down at the cabin, then? We
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 11: Disgusting by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 11: Disgusting
By the end of dinner, the headache was excruciating. He must have looked bad because as the table was getting cleared and chatter of what the group was going to do next started up, Cole placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Do you need anything before I send you back to bed?” He shook his head, ignoring the flare of pain it caused as best he could. “No. Thank you though.” Cole nodded. “We’ll keep it as quiet as we can manage.” Dlmor pressed against his leg as he started for the stairs. Every step sent a jolt of pain through his head and down his spine. The stairs looked daunting. He felt Dlmor leave his side only for the creature’s hands to wrap around his torso. The pain pulsed in time with his heartbeat but he would take that over it increasing with every step too. The bed held no comfort when Dlmor laid him down. He curled in on himself, willing the pain to lessen. It wasn’t till Dlmor was pushing itself into the middle of his curled position that he realized it had turned off
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 7: Fancy by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 7: Fancy
“With you on that.” He looked over to Cole and Dean at Cole’s comment. The two put a good collection of meats into the cart. Cole added, “Should provide us enough variety with what we already have to eat well the next week.” “The nice thing about staying at the cabin,” Lora added, joining them with Sam. They put in their assortment of fresh produce. Beckett wasn’t far behind toting the carry basket with bread on top of some number of soups. “We should be good to go, then.” “Did we need anything from dairy?” Orlean asked, helping Beckett put the bread and cans into the cart. “We could pick up another carton of eggs?” Cole directed at Lora. She didn’t stop going through what was already in the cart. She passed one of the bags of frozen chicken back to Orlean. “Another carton wouldn’t hurt. Eggs are versatile. We should pick up some more cheese and milk, though. Should be good on seasonings for everything else.” She passed Beckett two cans, of which Beckett put back into the
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 13: Dune by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 13: Dune
He didn’t even get the chance to react to his stupid decision before the coat was shoved back over his head. “Idiot.” He huddled down waiting for the nausea to settle and the headache to ease. He heard the stranger shift in the sand. The man snapped, “If he so much as get a speck of vomit on that jacket, I will skin you alive for a new one. I expect you to help him along. We have places to be.” There was a noise and his headache flared. “Do not give me that bullshit. You are very much capable of doing far more and you know it.” Another flare as the noise fluctuated. “If you so much as breathe the thought of my sister, I will end you, consequences be damned. Because of you my sister doesn’t even know who I am.” The noise again. He frowned. It sounded almost confused. “You took away every memory she had of the Second Plane! I have always been tied to it and you ripped those memories from her just to turn her son into a Ylmra!” There was a break, as if the stranger was reeling from the
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 10: Hope by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 10: Hope
The questions could wait. They had to. Dlmor’s weight and warmth remained on his knees as the creature’s form blinked out. At first he didn’t understand. As much as Dlmor had taken away most of the pain, it was like there was a fog in his brain and it wasn’t till he caught movement on the stairs that he understood. Beckett came to a stop at the top, hand remaining on the railing. “Food’s ready,” they informed him. “Cole said not to bother you if you crashed so you don’t have to come down.” Dlmor’s weight left his knees but he felt the bed dip to his right and Dlmor pressed into his back hard enough to shove him forward. He went with it, getting himself to his feet at Dlmor’s insistence. “No, food sounds good.” Dlmor brushed up against his leg and stayed against it. Curiosity had him reaching down as he started for the stairs and found his fingers burying in warm fur at Dlmor’s shoulders. Despite the dark, ink appearing form, the fur was soft and fluffy radiating warmth under his
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 8: Teeth by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 8: Teeth
He tried to hide the sigh that escaped him when he closed the door to the basement. Beckett didn’t wait for him, choosing instead to go talk to Sam who was sitting alone in the living room. “I take it they didn’t need your help, then?” Sam looked up from her cell phone. “Oh, no. They probably could have used my help but I got a text from my brother I needed to answer.” He frowned at that as he came to a stop at Beckett’s side. “Everything alright?” “Yeah, everything’s fine,” Sam assured him with a huff of annoyance, rolling her eyes. “Mark’s just being over protective as usual. You would think that after I had turned 18 he would have eased up but no. He and the other olders keep treating me like I’m ten even though I turned 24 last month. It’s almost insulting.” “Older brothers can get that way,” Beckett agreed. “But I doubt anything Cole’s done has been to the same level as yours.” The huff of a laugh Sam let out seemed sad. “Yeah.” She sighed, sagging into the couch. “I
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 9: Throw by AnotherDemon, literature
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“Artemis!” “You alright?” They both moved towards him but when Sam stopped and knelt beside him, Dean kept going moving into the bedroom “What happened? We heard a…a scream.” He shook his head only to flinch when it make the headache pulse painfully. “It-it wasn’t me.” “But we heard it come from in here,” Dean countered, crossing to the front seats. “And there’s nothing in here other than you.” The headache spiked and a growl came from his left side. He closed his eyes against the pain, against the knowledge that whatever it had been, it was still there. Something warm pressed into his left shoulder and he jumped away, running into Sam. He stared, suddenly able to see the creature. It lowered its head crouching back down and he was left to deal with the bewilderment of the thought that the motion had sprung into his mind as it blinked out of existence again. There was no way it comprehended his action, no way that it understood that it had scared him and regretted such a thing.
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 1: Fish by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 1: Fish
The morning mist hung thick in the air as the gravel shifted under each step. The sun had yet to peak out from behind the horizon but the early morning was full of enough pre-dawn light to see the trail. He shifted the heavy tackle box strap higher on his shoulder as a voice came up from behind him. “How much farther, Tye? I wanna go back to sleep.” He chuckled, glancing back at his companions. Four other bodies trailed behind him but it had been the closest one that had complained. “Not much farther,” he assured them, smiling. “Just over this hill and we’ll be able to see the lake.” “Man, why you have to pick something we couldn’t just drive to?” another spoke up. “Oh, we could have driven to it,” he commented, nonchalant. He giggled at the uproar that came from behind him and he grinned at them. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” “Payback for what?!” the second speaker squawked, echoed by the first. “Last year. To the date.” Silence fell briefly before three of the four started
The glass clattered against the counter sharply but Marcus didn’t overly care much. He rubbed at his face as Derek settled beside him at the kitchen island.
“So this is where you ran off to. Though you were avoiding the party.”
Marcus chuckled. “No, not avoiding the party. Avoiding the small talk that comes with said party.”
Silence settled over the pair of them and, for once, neither strove to break it.
“This has been one hell of a month,” Derek finally uttered, rolling his own glass against the counter.
Marcus snorted. “No kidding. First your accident–”
“Then the natura
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 2: Wisp by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 2: Wisp
Beckett tucked the camera into their lap as they sank into a squat next to the bag. The main pocket was opened and they riffled through the items within as he settled near them. He looked towards the others as he waited. Sam was now in the water with Dean but it was hard to tell if they were just playing or if Sam was indeed trying to drown Dean again. Dean was still reading as he caught shrills of Dean’s laughter on the breeze that brushed against his face; he was going with the former. Gravel grinding against itself brought his attention back to Beckett as they stood. Their camera was tucked protectively against their stomach in the motion but their other hand reached out to him holding a familiar object. “Here,” they offered, gesturing with the old digital camera. “The battery won’t last long but it’ll give you something to do if you want. That way you don’t have to fill the silence if you don’t want to.” A smile pulled at his face as he took it. “Thanks, Beckett.” The other gave
“I thought cities were supposed to be bustling, not unsettling ghost towns.”
Angel glanced back at Kyle, full-heartedly agreeing with him. The city was massive yet there was a scattering of people that they’d come as they followed their guide. Said guide looked back at them, smiling softly like he always did. “That is because it is a Holy Day.”
“Holy day?” she asked, frowning. “You’re entire city follows one religion?”
Their guide nodded. “The majority do. Those that do not still respect the rules of Holy Days. After all, there are only so many Holy Days in a year.”
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The desert was wet and wild. by AnotherDemon, literature
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The desert was wet and wild.
He growled, arm out and pressing her back between him and the others as he gave into his default form. His wings spread wide to block them from view and he felt his twin’s feathers brush against his. She was mimicking him, creating the other half of a makeshift shield. He didn’t relax when Michael stepped forward, barking, “They belong to me.” The noise lessened as those around them turned to whisper about such news. The man before them, the king of this desert kingdom, glared down his nose at Michael. “And how, praytell, did one of your status purchase such a lucrative find?” The man’s gaze moved to him and he was glad that his twin was not facing the man. The hunger would have been lustful has she been the one facing forward and that thought made his growl grow louder. “Twins with shared forms, identical in all but gender.” The man turned his eyes to Michael. “Do they have an aviary form or are the wings an addition?” He noted Michael bristling but it was minute and he covered it
Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 3: Bulky by AnotherDemon, literature
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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober Day 3: Bulky
“What part are you trying to capture?” Beckett shifted the camera in their hands to point at something just above the treetops just to the left of the faint trail of smoke. “I thought it was just a one off thing but there’s been a consistent curling of smoke right about there that’s got some interesting shapes and movement and I was trying to capture it before the light went away.” Their hand fell in place of the camera coming back up. He waited, watching as the smoke steadily rose and dissipate above the trees. His thoughts wandered and he wondered at why there was even smoke coming from the fire to begin with. Maybe there was something burning still that was smoking. The shutter sound from the camera made him jump and just as he brought his focus back on what he was staring at, he caught the tail end of something leaving the smoke. A thrill of adrenaline shot down his spine as he looked to Beckett. “Did you capture it?” His voice quaked but he hoped they hadn’t noticed. He could
His breath froze in the air, drifting slowly skyward only because it was warmer than the air surrounding him. He didn’t even notice. His gaze was turned to one end of the road, hands buried deep inside warm pockets. A vehicle drove passed in the other direction but he didn’t react. He merely watched the end of the road, waiting.
The vehicle that had passed him came to a stop before the bend he was staring at. The back up lights flickered on. He turned his attention from the bend to the vehicle as it reversed and came to a stop before him. The driver rolled down their window, asking, “You alright? Need a lift?”
He sho
“Sensuality.” He frowned slightly as he let the hammer come down on the nail. “In what context?” She looked up from the book, confused. “What do you mean?” He leaned back enough to look at her perched on top of a set piece, his class notebook and textbook resting on her knee. “Is it meant to be associate with sensuous or sensual? Are we dealing with the older definitions or the more modern ones?” She shrugged, showing him the page she was reading from. “You’ve got me. It just says sensuality.” He let out a sigh, turning back to his work. “Fricken vague professors.” He hammered in a few more nails before he had to move the ladder. It wasn’t till he was on the ground that he realized she hadn’t spoken up again. He looked to her, curious. “You alright, kit?” She looked at him, blinking as if coming out of a daze. She nodded, smiling. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.” “Bout sensuality?” She nodded again as he crossed to stand beneath her. “It’s hard not to, with what we are.”
“Independent and Free! Independent and Free! Independent and Free!” The mantra was thunderous and sharp, seeming to shake the entire world as it was repeated in the same thunderous way all around the world. “Independent and Free! Independent and Free!” “They’re gonna get themselves killed.” He scoffed at her words, eyes not wavering from the crowds below, the shouting of the crowd barely muffled by the window. “At least it’ll make our lives easier.” “Yer an ass,” a separate female commented from behind him. He looked over at her, arching an eyebrow but not challenging her words. The female that had spoken first clicked the rifle pieces together a bit sharper than necessary. She locked eyes on the female he was currently looking at and supplied instead, “He does have a point.” “Thank you, Nine,” he said, dipping his chin to the sniper before turning his gaze out the window once more. Nine clicked together another portion of her riffle. “Was not supporting you, Twenty-Six.” He
The water was deep, but I couldn't drown. by AnotherDemon, literature
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The water was deep, but I couldn't drown.
“Have you ever had one of those dreams where you wake before you hit the ground?” He looked over at her but didn’t comment. Her arms were crossed and resting on the railing, shoulders high but her gaze was situated towards the horizon rather than down at her arms like he had expected. Her entire stance screamed exhaustion but her expression, the fact that her gaze was still straight ahead, spoke of something stronger than the exhaustion itself. “I’ve never had one but I’ve heard people talking about it; how they wake with with a jolt still feeling like they’re falling.” Her gaze dipped downward slightly. “I never really understood what they meant till last night.” He frowned. “You dreamt you had fallen?” She shook her head, her gaze coming back up. She didn’t look at him, though. “I dreamt that I was swimming. I was swimming with no sign of land in sight and I was exhausted. But I couldn’t stop. For whatever reason, I just couldn’t stop. But then something wrapped itself around my
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With the posting of Gaster's Involvement | Chapter 6 another story has completed and The Othertale Timeline story is finished, a feat years in the making. At this point, the only thing I have planned is continuing to work on Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline. Outside of that, I have a number of original works I would like to touch after a year of not having the drive to but I'm not committing to a set plan quite yet. I make no promise on any sort of schedule for anything outside of HPAT remaining on a three month cycle, meaning there will be at least one chapter posted April 2nd. I do not plan on changing that any time soon. I am looking at potentially taking a break from writing on the off months for the time being. We will see how my muses take the free time. I hope life is being kind and muses are staying strong. ~AnotherDemon