#tw heights

[pierogish]

Exploring

#gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #phewwww finally. finally i'm here again. how are we doing #canaan house #gideon nav #dulcinea septimus #cytherea the first #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #harrowhark nonagesimus #napping in her bone blankey #my art #tw heights #just in case..

[gildedoak]

Inspired by the sculpture “Orpheus Ascending” by Richard Macdonald. I saw it and I had to draw it. I think Valentino had to have caught Husk unawares and attacked him first, or else that moth would be sporting a few wounds of his own.

Need to practice more on backgrounds and landscapes. I will say that Valentino was good practice for drawing expressions on what I have heard described as a “muppet face.”

Description under the cut!

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Valentino stands at the top of V Tower, watching as Angel Dust hangs onto the railing with one hand. He’s trying to get a better grip with two other hands, while the remaining three hold onto Husk’s unconscious body. Husk is bleeding from a wound on his temple, and appears to be slipping out of Angel’s grasp. There are some closeups of Angel, Husk, and Valentino’s faces. Off to the side is a wide shot of V Tower.

Angel: HUSK! HUSK, WAKE UP!! HUSK!!

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#my art #sketch #doodle #hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel angel dust #Hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #angelhusk #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel valentino #angst #photo references for the win #TW blood #TW injury #tw heights

[wisteriasymphony]

don't you hate it when your crime fighting partner autocratic leader wants you dead?

( increase image's exposure for a secret :3 )

#tw implied violence #tw heights #tw falling #miraculous fandom #miraculous adrien #miraculous fanart #miraculous lb #adrien agreste #mlb adrien #mlb art #miraculous fanfic #miraculous chat noir #thewarmembraceofshadow #mlb ladynoir #ladynoir fanart #ladynoir #enemies to lovers #hahahahahahaha #as if #mlb au #miraculous au #traditional art #edgy art #cw manipulation

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was on a flight to Madrid in an unusual airplane - it was a LOT wider and you could stand up and walk around. Oh and the floor was made of plexiglass or something and you could see through it.

#dream #tw heights #flying #Spain #flight #plane #madrid

[riannimated]

HI RI ILY SO MUCH 🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕

I was not joking when I said I would send a request suggestion on sight.

Perhaps.... some Hisoka New Years kiss? 🥺

AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

Also oop, not me answering this late af, but time doesn't exist and I hope this isn't too ooc or cheesy as hell.

Still getting into the groove of my soft side 🥰

Pairing: Hisoka x Reader

SFW. Tooth rotting-ly sweet imo

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: Established relationship, Angst if you squint, Reader is semi afraid of heights, Hisoka is a cheeky little shit in this, but what else is new.

Celebrating the New Year was something that you’d honestly forget about doing if it weren’t for the borderline excessive amount of attention that surrounded it.

It was only around 11pm, but some people had decided to start the celebration early - a few select areas of the city lighting up with tiny pops of colour. It would be nothing compared to the grandeur to come, but it was still an enduring sight from your balcony.

You were sitting in a soft chair you had dragged out from your living room, the one with a coffee stain on the left arm rest, wrapped up in a shawl and already in pajama pants.

You had given up on Hisoka coming hours ago.

It wasn’t a surprise, really, and you weren’t mad at him. How could you be, really? You knew his whims took him to all corners of the world, and he was even worse with keeping track of holidays than you were, so to be upset with him over such a thing would be unfair.

The logic didn’t do much to lessen the blow to your emotions, though.

A noise of displeasure left your throat when you took a sip from the tea in your hands only to discover it was now luke-warm, and you looked down at your watch.

11:23pm

You had decided to stay up until midnight so you could send the appropriate people a few texts and then take a shot if you were feeling frisky before going to bed, but you would need more caffeine if you were going to get there.

You tightened the shawl around you as you stood and shuffled back into your apartment towards the kitchenette. You scrolled through your phone as you waited for the water to boil, clicking on the many stories of your friends and family and subsequently skipping through all of them since they were basically all the same.

Drinks. Parties. Obnoxiously big smiling faces. Large text that read “Happy New Year” with more party hat emojis than you could count.

You closed the apps and fixed your tea before making your way back towards the balcony on autopilot.

“Boo. ~♡”

The shriek of terror you let out was followed by the unceremonious throw of your mug towards your intruder - an action that was regretted the second your brain caught up with just who it was leaning against your chair in the dark.

Your mug and a solid three-quarters of its contents froze in mid-air while the rest splashed harmlessly to the side and on the right side of the chair. Hisoka tilted his head to the side and let the rest of the tea fall by his feet while he kept your mug dangled in the air. 

“Your aim is getting better, have you been practicing? ~♢”

You visibly relaxed and pointed a finger at him sternly, but were unable to hide the smile forming on your face.

“You asshole, how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?”

“Several. ~♡”

“And you have yet to use the front door, why?”

He shrugged his own smile forming as he retracted his nen so the mug came to his hand effortlessly. “If I did that, what fun would that be? ~♢”

“I guarantee it would be better than getting stains on your clothes.”

He hummed and set the mug down on the newly soiled chair arm. “I have others. ~♧”

The retort on your tongue died when he walked the three strides it took to reach you and slip his hands under your shawl and onto your shoulders.

You sucked in a sharp breath, “Jesus fuck you’re cold.”

“Language. ~♤”

“No.”

He stayed quiet when you took his hands off your shoulders to hold them between your own. He let you bring them up to cradle against your neck, no teasing comment following how unbothered you were by the sharpness of his nails as you tried to warm them up.

The two of you stood like that for a moment - silence only broken by the interspersed pop of distant fireworks. After a while, you rested your cheek against his knuckles as you looked at him.

“I thought you weren’t going to show today.” You said softly.

Hisoka hummed as he scanned you up and down. “I can tell.”

“Gee thanks, love to hear it.”

“You’re not letting me finish, darling,” He untangled his hands from yours to boop you on the nose. Your face scrunched up with the action and you stuck your tongue out at him. “I was going to say: I can tell, so it’s a good thing the place I plan to take you doesn’t have a dress code. ~♤”

Your teasing guard dropped immediately and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You want to go out? It’s-” You looked down at your watch. “11:40.”

“It isn’t far.” He gently pulled you back out onto your balcony. “But it will be faster if we leave my way instead of yours. ~♢”

You looked at him like he grew an extra head. “You’re joking.”

“Trust me, my dear. ~♡”

You huffed and placed your shawl over the back of the chair, hoping the smile that formed on your face didn’t betray your nerves. “If I die, I’ll kill you.”

“Promises, promises.” He ushered you closer with a small motion of his hand. “Jump up, it’ll be faster if I carry you. ~♤”

You hesitated, but obliged. Hisoka’s arms looped under your knees as soon as you were in the air, and you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me, please.”

He chuckled, but didn’t reply. You knew he wouldn’t, and he knew you knew, but the nonverbal affirmation was still appreciated since the sound was quickly followed by him jumping up onto your railing and pushing off.

There was no part of you that could ever properly prepare for just how fast Hisoka was.

In short, it was awe inspiring that a human was capable of reaching such a speed. The world turned into a blur of technicolor as it whizzed past you, and motion sickness threatened to rear its ugly head when he made any movements that your body deemed too jarring. You closed your eyes to compensate. It felt like riding on the world's least predictable roller coaster.

When he finally slowed down, you found the courage to reopen them.

You were nowhere new, but the view from Heaven’s Arena would never be something you’d even come close to getting used to.

It was phenomenal. Granted it wasn’t the very top of the building - an area that was off limits even to someone like Hisoka - but you had no complaints whatsoever. You could see the entire city from up here.

He set you down on the ledge he had chosen, and you still clung to him even after your feet touched the concrete.

“How high are we?”

“Very. ~♧”

You looked at him deadpan. “Wow, thank you for that brilliant reveal-.”

He shushed you, turning your cheek out towards the city skyline with a single finger. “Look. ~♢”

You almost missed it. The distant chant of thousands of voices counting down the final seconds of the year.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

The night lit up with the first bout of official fireworks. The city had clearly planned the set up to stretch across several miles so everyone could witness a piece of the artwork on display, but from your view you saw everything.

Bursts of white that soon had red, orange, and yellow joining in filled the air. The pops from the explosions were delayed due to distance and the music that the fireworks were timed to was extremely faint, but it didn’t faze you whatsoever - small gasps of wonder and excitement leaving your lips whenever a particularly impressive moment occurred.

When you looked back towards Hisoka he was already looking at you, golden eyes half-lidded but portraying something other than boredom or decet.

He hooked his fingers under your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

You had kissed Hisoka many times, but this one felt different. It wasn’t quick and sweet, or drawn out and full of lust. If you had to put a label on it, it was all the things left unsaid.

It was everything.

And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

© riannimated 2023. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

#riri writes #riri answers on soft #Hisoka #Hisoka x Reader #Hisoka Morow x Reader #Hisoka Morow #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #God please let this be as in character as it can be for this man #please let me know what you guys think #tw heights #love my moots #moot: Eevee

[storkmuffin]

I haven't had that nightmare about falling in years. THANKS BLACK SAILS I KNOW WHAT MY PLANS ARE TONIGHT I GUESS.

#black sails finale #storkmuffin liveblog #tw heights #tw falling from heights

[mottinthepot]

Art for my CYOA G/t story!!

Chapter - Masterlist

#tw falling #tw heights #artists on tumblr #my oc's #art #g/t #g/t art #g/t writing #whump art #whump writing #hamster #hamster interactive story

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi 👋 Hazel can I have a pull for The Hermit, Temperance and The lovers with Diluc please. Thank you.

Temperance (confidence), The Hermit (isolation), The Lovers (true love), The Devil (insecurities) :: diluc x gn reader | destined fate

warning : sfw, fluff :  they/them pronouns, Diluc’s perspective, reader & character sit on a cliff at the edge of the winery (heights)

“Ah, so this is where you were.” Diluc’s voice cut through your thoughts. You twisted to look up at him, dirt shifting as you moved, small pebbles falling down the cliff side where your legs dangled. He wasn’t surprised to find you here, especially since he recounted had multiple conversations with you about the dangers of sitting in places like this, but the wildness in your spirit couldn’t keep you away. 

“Hi, there,” you hummed, eyes closing as you leaned back toward the safety of the ground. “You found me.” 

“I found you,” he repeated as he lovingly stared at your face. 

‘You know,’ Adelinde began, her hand drifting in and out of his view, ‘I’ve watched you grow up but I’ve never seen you with that expression.’ 

‘What do you mean?’ Diluc asked, confused. 

‘The way you look when you see them, or even when you think about them,’ she placed the plate and cup on her small tray but smiled at Diluc when he gazed up at her, cheeks already showing a hint of color in them, ‘it’s love.’ Adelinde commented before slipping out of the room and letting him have a private moment alone with his embarrassed realization.   

“So, what brings you here this evening?” he asked. You had already adjusted into a comfortable position. Hands pressed together between your legs, feet entering and fading from view. He debated whether or not to pull you away from the cliff, carefully considered hoisting you in his arms so he could carry you as far away as he could. If it were up to him, he’d never find you up here but then what kind of man would he be; to let his fears weigh down your wings. He swore to never be that kind of lover. 

“I wanted to feel the evening air.” 

“And you couldn’t have done that from the safety of the courtyard?” 

“Haha, nope.” 

“Ah,” Diluc crossed his arms and scanned the landscape below. The Dawn Winery sat almost in a bowl. Cliffs ran along it’s edge, stopping only at the large lake-like river than ran past it to the east. The evening was peaceful, a gentle wind danced across the grass and vineyards, it touched the lamps that swayed high in the air. He could see bodies moving around in the distance and, with a smirk on his lips, he inquired a little deeper into your reasoning. “It had nothing to do with the benefactor party we are hosting?” 

In the corner of his eyes he saw you flinch, bingo. “O-oh, was that happening?” 

“Yes.” 

Chuckling, you leaned back onto your hands, an appeasing smile growing on your lips, “Sorry,” you apologized, though it wasn’t the most honest one he’d heard from you. 

“It’s no matter,” he replied with a small laugh of his own. “I understand the difficulties of practicing in fake pleasantries.” Diluc had been a part of this world all his life. He knew the expectations, knew how the game was played. Placing someone in checkmate was easy when you knew all the moves but to ask that of someone whose upbringing was far less structured, it had to be a burden. 

“I’ll go back-” you began, already moving to lift yourself from the cliff but when Diluc began to descend toward you, you held steady. 

“We can rest a bit.” 

He felt his heart flutter at the impressed expression you flashed him. Like a teenager who was denying their parents calls, Diluc felt a youthful defiance rise in his chest. Perhaps he still could feel the carefree innocence of his childhood, even now. 

“Mr. Ragnvindr, I am shocked.” Your hand flew to your chest while his moved toward your back. “Skipping out on your own party, how devious.” 

“y/n ...” 

“I kid, I kid,” you joked and, like it was the most natural thing to do, you wrapped your arms around his before resting your head on his shoulder. “Mmm, you’re so warm.” Nuzzling against him, you moved until your thigh met his, until your chest pressed against his arm and even though he was no where around others the action still made him nervous, fluttering, happy. 

The two of you sat on the cliffs edge without saying much of anything. The quiet was nice, peaceful. Every once in a while there was an echo as bits of rock tumbled away from their holding. He had to admit that being up here and looking down over it all did bring an energy to him he rarely felt; or, perhaps, that was because of the person who hummed softly at his side. 

“Sometimes,” you finally spoke after countless minutes of silence, “I wonder if I’m good enough for you.” Diluc pulled back and twisted so he could see you but you didn’t return the gesture. Instead, you dropped your head and began to pick at the tassels on his shoulder. 

Good enough --- the words clattered around in his mind so quickly he thought he’d get whiplash but when he lifted your face so he could see you, when his thumb stroked your cheek and his eyes searched yours, there was no mistaking the worry that pulled at the corners of your mouth. 

Diluc whispered your name as he kissed your uncertain lips. No matter what you came across, no matter the danger or trial you faced, you did so with courage he admired but every time you thought about your standing with him, it was like you dipped yourself in uncertainties he couldn’t wash away.

“If there is anything I am certain of,” he confessed as he pulled back, “It’s that you are good enough.” 

“Even though I don’t like parties.” 

He chuckled and pushed away a tear that slipped down your cheek, “Especially because of that.” Diluc brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed them, he leaned over so he could press another to your cheek, he lingered over your lips that he touched with the pad of his thumb. “Do not doubt my affection for you.” 

You kissed his finger and he became jealous at the action, “I’ll try,” you whispered, eyes avoiding but glistening in the starlight. 

He pushed into the ground at your back, his arm becoming a support for you to lean on. for him to move closer to the one who held his heart, “No matter, I’ll remind you for eternity if I must.” He leaned in, his words barely a whisper, “This you have my word.” 

Diluc kissed you and as you accepted his affection, he understood why you loved it up here. It offered a boundless amount of courage. 

Fate Made Event (May8-31) | Anthology | i love him

#hazelsevents #fate made #genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact musings #genshin impact fiction #diluc X reader #diluc #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact diluc #tw heights

[octastims]

Dolomites Cinematic FPV drone footage

#OCTAfan's gifsets #Gifset #Mountains #Sky #Clouds #Trees #FPV drone #Grey #White #Black #Brown #Yellow #Orange #Green #Blue #Tw heights #tw falling #Ask to tag

[bladesofkyber]

TW: DROWNING

ok so originally i had this tapped for Atreus Does A Dumb since my dumbass son doesn’t know how to swim even though he lived next to a river for fourteen years and his father literally swam to midgard from greece with a brief layover in egypt but a n y w a y, it’s not actually atreus’ fault he almost drowns here.

it’s odin’s.

odin knows atreus can’t swim, he watched kratos jump into the lake of souls after him. impostýr literally assisted in the rescue.

and yet.

odin still has the raven drop atreus over the asgardian lake of nine.

he has full control of the Raven Transportation System. they drop thrúd off right at the little barn where skjöldr & atreus are chilling, and drop the kids right back in atreus’ room. 

so WHY did the all fucker try to drown my son? (it’s control, the answer is control. it’s the same reason why he makes atreus climb the wall and fight heimdall, it’s all control.)

we laugh because we know atreus will be okay (should have learned to swim before midgard froze over) but tbh odin would prob find it funny if he had drowned in the lake.

#tw drowning #cw drowning #tw heights #tw falling #tw water #cw water #the whole rest of this nonsense is still atreus does a dumb #going to asgard was still A Dumb #but the almost drowning part is NOT on atreus #gifs: mine #meta #gif post #god of war spoilers #God of War: Ragnarök #god of war atreus #god of war odin #god of war #ragnarok spoilers

[ghommytommytime]

SPIODER MAN STIMBOARD !!!!

I HOPE EVERRYTHING FITBS WHAT YOPU WHEHRE THIJNKIJNG!!!!

@autisticspecialeducator

❤️!💙!❤️

💙!🕷️!💙

❤️!💙!❤️

#fictive care #fictive help #fictive request #SPIDERMAN #SPIDERMAN STIMBOARD #SPIDERMAN FICTIVE #FICTIVE STIMBOARD #FICTIVE STUFF #TW HEIGHTS #HEIGHTS

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt, if you'd like...

"How do I get down from here?"

"Scared of heights?"

"More afraid of falling, but yeah."

Okay, I think I've got something!! I've been wanting to start writing Kate and Gia, anyway...

(I did cut out the first line of the prompt but it worked better for the scene)

____ Bird's Eye View

Content Warnings: Depiction of heights Word Count: 1.5k

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"Kate?"

"Hm?"

"You know my balance is shit, right?" She'd tried for humor, but humor didn't work so well when her voice wavered like a leaf in the breeze.

Gia took another hesitant step forward, curling the toes of her right foot into the concrete shelf below her as if she could cling to it like a gecko. Her left foot was much less helpful. Maybe if she had some flashy tech like she saw on TV...

No. She wouldn't go there. Flashy tech made her think of HYDRA, and that made the trembling worse. She'd stick with her safe, ordinary aluminum.

"You'll be fine. It's not as hard as it looks." Kate called back to her, already ten steps ahead, "And it's worth it, I promise."

She managed another step, forcing herself not to look down. She couldn't tell which was worse: the moment where she stepped with her right foot and all her weight was briefly put on her prosthetic, where she couldn't feel the security of the concrete below her, or the way she had to shift her hips to get her other leg caught up and momentarily lost the wall at her back.

This was, in no uncertain terms, a terrible fucking idea.

Gia shuffled along, trying to urge herself just a little faster so she could catch up with Kate ahead of her. Instead, the toe of her prosthetic caught the concrete funny - she wasn't sure if that was a rough patch on the ledge or just her own lack of kinesthesia - and her balance lurched.

The ground veered and loomed below her, apartment windows glinting like the eyes of wolves seen deep in the forest. Her breath caught in her throat, and she threw her weight back hard enough that her spine slammed into the wall behind her. Her heart thundered in her ears, so fast it made her a little dizzy.

Her fingers scraped at the wall behind her, about the only thing still holding her upright. This was why she didn't leave the house. This was why she especially didn't go climbing along the skyline a hundred feet up, with only one good leg and absolutely zero climbing skills, following a woman whose principal skill was getting herself into trouble...

Gia fixed her eyes on the sky, forcing a breath through her seizing lungs. It helped a little. The sky never really changed, she thought. It always looked the same distance away. She could almost pretend she was still on the ground.

"G? You okay?"

She shook her head, still clinging to the wall with everything she had.

"Scared of heights?" Kate's voice had grown a lot closer, but Gia couldn't bring herself to pull her eyes away from the clouds above her.

"More- more afraid of falling," she stammered, having to chew the words like a tough hunk of gristle just to get them past her throat, "But yeah."

And what would happen if you did fall, hm? a voice reminded her, way off in the back of her mind, You'd scare the shit out of Kate, yeah, but the clover would put you back together. It's not like this would kill you. HYDRA tested heights, remember? Wouldn't want another one of their little projects sinking to the bottom of a river.

But it would hurt, she told that voice, I could lose another limb. And how do you know it would put me back together the right way this time?

You're right, the voice ceded, It would hurt. But you've been through worse. Really, you should be worried about Kate. She wouldn't survive a fall like that if she slipped. You would.

Gia couldn't tell if that was meant to console her or not. It only really served to make things worse. Her mind had a very bad habit of doing that.

"Gia?" Kate asked from beside her, concern wavering her voice almost as much as Gia's own, "Hey, look at me."

"I'm good here."

"It's only like ten more steps. You can do it."

"Kate. I really, really don't think I can."

That drew a sigh from her, a tangle of frustration and concern, and then she found warm fingers coaxing her death-grip off the wall. Gia's eyes finally left the clouds, though it took a Herculean effort to find Kate's face instead of the dizzying landscape around her.

"Think of it this way, right?" Kate tried, offering her a shadow of a smile, "It's ten steps if you go forward, but twenty steps to get back. So it's easier to keep going."

"But then- then we have to get back." she pointed out, "Which makes it forty steps." Gia spared a second glance at the sky, its blue gradually deepening above her. "In the dark."

"There's an easier way down," Kate promised, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, "I promise. We just can't get up that way."

"How easy?"

"It's an elevator. So... 'stand and push buttons' easy." she said, "We just can't get up that way because of the bouncer in the lobby. But he's there to stop people from getting in, not getting out."

"I think they're called security guards."

"Same thing." Kate shot back, but there was the faintest glimmer of relief in her tone. She turned her head, surveying the concrete shelf ahead of her, then looked back at Gia. "Ten more steps, G. Then we're there. You can do it. I won't let you fall."

And how would she stop you? that traitorous corner of her mind chimed in, right on schedule, Either you fall alone or you pull her down with you. Which one's worse?

Or I just don't fall, she thought back, Or I make it ten more steps and see whatever Kate has for me on the other side.

It was about the closest she could ever come to telling that little voice to shut up, but it worked well enough for her to manage a nod and another step. Kate moved along with her, keeping a loose grip on her hand and matching the glacial pace she set.

One slow, careful step. One little kip of the other leg - an almost unconscious maneuver on solid ground, but terrifying at this height - to get her prosthetic caught up. Repeat ad nauseam.

She didn't know how long it took her, but the sky had darkened another two shades by the time she reached the end of the ledge. Kate stepped down first, hopping past a railing and onto a simple balcony below her.

"You can sit down and kinda shuffle forward - that's what I did the first couple times," Kate said, looking up at her, "Or step down and I'll catch you."

Sitting down was a lot of the same process walking was, these days: simple, next to unconscious, while she was in an ordinary environment, but much more of a challenge when standing on a thin concrete shelf far too many stories in the air. It involved shifting her balance, working around the rigidity of her prosthetic and the same lack of kinesthesia from a leg that wasn't there, and it wasn't always the most graceful maneuver.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Gia stepped off the platform. Kate's hands caught her waist just as she started to feel the pull of gravity, and then her feet were on the balcony below. Kate held on for an extra moment or two, making sure she was steady (though how could she be steady with a beautiful woman barely a foot away?) then released her with a quick step back.

"And we're here." she said, waving a hand at the balcony around them, "You did it."

Gia took a look around, simultaneously trying to will her heart to slow down. The balcony was both upscale and strangely desolate, like it was the penthouse of a millionaire who'd died before he could move in. There was a hot tub built into the far corner, or the bone-dry husk of what looked like a hot tub, but no other furniture in sight. The glass door into the building was broken, patched with duct tape and a black trash bag.

"We didn't just break into somebody's apartment, did we?"

"Nah, this place has been abandoned for like two years," Kate replied, utterly casual as she draped her arms over the balcony railing, "Don't know why they'd give up a view like that, though."

It was a spectacular view. Almost worth the terror of getting up here- almost. The sun had begun its descent below the horizon, wreathed in the silhouettes of skyscrapers and painting the sky in swathes of coral and gold. Far below, Gia could see cars and people bustling along - the view that had been so terrifying minutes before was now close to enrapturing, now that she had a railing to hold onto.

"What do you think?" Kate asked, with a not-so-subtle slide up to her side, "Worth it?"

"Worth it." Gia agreed, and summoned up the last few threads of her courage to lean her head onto Kate's shoulder. That, if not the view itself, made the whole struggle worth it. Mostly. "But don't make me do that again."

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my writing #my ocs #gia pantazis #oneshot #shortfic #tw heights #oc x canon #kate bishop

[almost-alex]

just remembered i didn't actually share any of the finished art from the big art stream on 23/jun/'23... anyway, here's one, with an extra dose of ANGST >:D! (TT)

The start of Wess

The end of Wess

In Wess' death, she doesn't really feel sad. Disappointed? Maybe. Sorry? definitely. But not sad. After all, they were already living on borrowed time.

Dying sort of feels like falling, though maybe that is because he's literally falling, towards the ground. A split second, stretching out to eternity. 

Wess thinks about his life, at 42 years of age, they're basically still a child. She was still trying to figure himself out, having no real responsibilities outside of what her family expected. They've barely accomplished anything. And now? Now she's dying while trying to save a random child from near certain death. It hopes the others succeed. A life for a life. That may not be the worst trade after all.

Despite everything, the past four days in this land were some of the better ones she's had. In this land she did feel some sort of purpose, however vague that was. People asked him and the rest of the party for help. She gave him some power, and Madame Eva told them that they would defeat the evil in the land. Or at least, that their party would. 

The lady, or at least someone who works for Her, gave the indication that Wess would do real tangible good. However, contrasting that with being told they would have to 'defeat Flynn' was quite disconcerting.

Flynn deserves better than Wess keeping this a secret, but telling him, and making a decision, would have killed it. Maybe, in that point of view, Wess is glad to be dying, at least when dead they would not have to deal with that complexity. 

Wess is falling. 

But maybe, this time, not for long, she is quite short after all. And hopefully at the bottom, he would meet her again. They hope that, when he lands, she will be proud of them. Despite everything.

I can finally share this one without it being all that spoilery (tho, like, it wouldn't have been that hard to guess...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The loss of Wess is finally actually starting to register and settle, i did make this my phone background for the time being, cz i am now just like actually sad for them

also i finally put all those years of beta reading to the test to see if i could write a little thing myself, tho, this was like, HOT off of the end of that session, so it is still kinda messy, cuz there were a lot of emotions...

#dnd art #digital art #drawing #art #oc art #dnd #dnd character #angst #tw death #tw falling #tw heights #tw thalassophobia #(i have been told this invokes the same feeling and one of my friends said to tag that as well for this.. that's why) #livestream #almost alex

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[chaotic-neutral-melatonin]

Remember my warning, Melatonin...

We can't have you off hurting my counterpart can we?

- S. V.

"Yeah, I got that the first time, God,"

"But I'm kind of having a separate issue."

#melatoninposting #tw high places #tw heights

[catsofimperium]

My Starlight

Darian had originally met his husband during a diplomatic mission. He was to escort the goddess’ daughter to the highest ridge in the Kingdom of Nocturnis, close to the Celestial Plane. On said ridge, they were to rest before traveling to the plane itself in the early morning’s light. Darian ensured they were within the small village’s walls, checking the security and that the queen was safely within her resting spot for the night, before retreating to his own. The strain from a long day’s travel did not make it difficult for Darian to fall asleep shortly after doing so.

However, in the middle of his rest, wings wrapped around himself to maintain his long fur’s warmth in the far colder environment, Darian heard something. A horrific cracking sound, only identifying it as the snapping of branches once the panic had subsided from being suddenly stirred. He listened to it, ears raised high, and waited for it to quiet before stepping from his bed.

The wood creaked beneath him as he slunk to the entrance. He kept his wings folded tightly against his form and his paw pads firmly to the ground so as to not attract anything with their light.  

Looking out the door of the cottage in which he resided, he could see a faint glow. It was too far away and hazy, snowflakes landing on Darian’s eyelashes, see the source. Though the way it kept bobbing up and down appeared unnatural to him.

Against his better judgment, he lifted up into the sky and followed that glow. The night storm was calm enough to allow him to peacefully glide down to the paths and cliffs below. The glow was heading away from the village and yet, one couldn’t be too careful. 

The object of that glow had stopped upon hitting a rock, its already dull nature becoming even more so at the contact. Darian landed a couple of feet in front of it, taking slow steps forward to investigate the object of his chase. 

When Darian found the Stell, he had been thrown against the rocks, covered in scratches and bruises from what the Lucern could only assume was a rather rough fall. The Stell left a heavy imprint in the snow, the trail following him explaining the constant bobbing.

Yet, no matter how much the Stell pleadingly looked up at the sky, his glow remained the same. Darian had never seen a Stell of his coloring, in fact. 

The Stell’s body was a deep, dark blue, resembling the night sky of that region. Yet, his constellations, stripes, and spots were pure black in hue, as were his eyes, both constantly shifting, though Darian imagined it was just a trick of the light. The lack of coloring extended to the tips of his tail, ears, and paws, only visible thanks to the snow.

Darian examined all these details before taking a deep breath. 

At times, killing was a mercy, especially when a cat could no longer do what came so naturally to it. When a Molten no longer spewed, or a Stell no longer glowed, as a few examples. It was likely that, without his interference, this Stell would be left to stare at the sky, waiting for his injury to come back only to starve in the process. Darian steeled his will, taking a step forward and unsheathing his claws. 

Yet, at his continued approach, the cat’s eyes suddenly snapped to him. Darian took several steps back as the Stell swiftly stood, legs trembling for a moment before crumbling into a sit. Darian considered offering his help and yet, the Stell did not make any more attempts, simply licking at a few of his wounds with a sparkling and translucent tongue. 

Darian cleared his throat as he let his claws become docile, though the cat did not look up.

“Do you perhaps need medical assistan-” 

Darian was cut off when the Stell’s stars began to glow, eyes mimicking them as they oozed with power. Both cast a dark light on their surroundings, stretching out to touch the darkness around them. The shadows it touched shifted, before lifting off the snow beds they occupied. 

They surrounded the Stell in a swirling display before hugging around his wounds in the form of bandages. They were wrapped tightly across the Stell’s fur, remaining in place, even as the Stell stood once more with shaky limbs. The glowing died down, Darian having stumbled against one of the rocks. 

“Y-you’re a Shade,” Darian said, glasses falling down his snout as he observed.

The Stell nodded, not so much as twinging at the magic now rubbing against his body. It was undoubtedly shadow magic, meaning the Stell must be a shade and yet, the Stell did not look corrupted like all the others did. 

He didn’t have a coat of black, nor did his head carry a horn, what was usually considered the parasite that made said magic flow through its victim’s veins. Darian had it ingrained into him since he started working with the goddess what shades looked like, so, where this cat fit within those confines left his brain feeling baffled.

It showed in the way he had sat there, feet sticking out, tail stuck up, and mouth slightly agape as he just stared. 

The Stell gave Darian a once over. Darian stood stock still as the cat did so, before giving him a sniff with his black nose and making a face. Darian didn’t imagine he smelled the best thanks to the long trek, though he was quite certain the sweet scent of the goddess’ realm still remained underneath all that filth. 

The Stell never spoke and yet, he didn’t have to. Darian had spent enough time in the moon’s temple to know how to read constellations. The ones that made up the strange cat’s body had read “Selene”. 

That gave Darian some confidence, clearing his throat and pushing himself up onto his paws. He turned the other way, lifting his head and letting his glasses shine in the moonlight to  display some authority. 

“Well, it doesn’t matter. Come along now, Selene. There’s a village just up ahead. We should have medicine for you there, if you’ll even need it…” 

The Stell put up no argument, other than a quiet huff, limping along with eyes wide and ears alert as Darian guided them back up the mountain.

@caxycreations

#darian📚 #sel🌙 #original writing #tw injuries #tw starvation mention #tw heights