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#tw: heights
monstrouscrew · 26 days
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wanna try something new? how about jumping from a 40 metres high abandoned building 💙
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theoscout · 1 year
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Part One | Part Two
The midnight moons were dull during this season but it bothered you little. This was your home and the darkness here was soothing instead of frightening. Centuries of evolution had led your people to be as comfortable in the umbra as in the crowning.
Instead, it was your thoughts that were keeping you up. They ran like they were trying to win a pod racing tournament, offering you no respite. They were fast enough that you couldn’t even begin to try to pick them apart, a constant loop of worry pulling you under.
The Council had recognized that you were drowning and assigned you and a platoon of men on a Search, while the rest of your Corps were paired with the 501st and 212th. Cassaviom was between them and Coruscant, so the 737th had dropped your group off and had left you to rejoin the War.
Ace, your clone Marshal Commander, had split the Corps between Captains Alarm and Data, so named for their most common sayings —“I don’t want to alarm you, but…” and “According to the data at hand…”. Ace had joined you on your Search, stating that, respectfully, you weren’t in any position to be without him. It was hard to argue against that — for two years now, you had led your men against the Separatists and their army, and you had done so with Ace only half a step behind you. It was hard for you to imagine a future where he wasn’t present — often scolding you for getting lost in your thoughts, pulling you out of trouble or sitting next to you when you got caught.
As always lately, it was Ace that brought you out of your head.
“Here and now, General. Need you here and now,” his voice led his body in reaching you, perched on top of a cliff as you were, gazing over the Endless Sea.
“I’m here. Just…thinking,” you slid over a little, the stone you were sitting on big enough for two people.
“Too much to hope for happy thoughts, General?”
“Afraid so, Commander. Not a lot of that to go around,” as Ace sat next to you, he slid your cloak around your shoulders, always concerned you weren’t wearing enough and we’re liable to catch something. Flashing him a quick but small smile, you slid your arms in and settled back again.
“A burden shared is a burden halved,” you knew he wasn’t pushing you but you felt like you owed it to him, more than nearly anyone else, to answer his questions.
“To go on a Search means that I’m looking for a Force Sensitive child. My people are, by and large, solitary. We could go almost our entire lives and never see more than one or two others, mostly a brief period with our parents than with those we choose to mate and raise a child with. But by age ten or eleven? We were mostly on our own. There is a Force Sensitive here on Cassaviom, I can feel them. But I’m wrestling with the thought of actually finding them. What right do I have? The War hasn’t touched Cassaviom, despite all odds. If I were to find the child, I’d be obligated to offer them the life of a Jedi. And their parents would accept. We all know that some children are born for the Stars — they’d see me and know why I was there. It’s an honor for them,” you trailed off in the middle of your sentence, your attention pulled to the Dance of the Merquise, an aquatic animal that glowed with bioluminescence. Despite the fancy name, it was a fairly common sight during the Waning Season.
It was still an incredible sight and not one you saw often. Even Ace seemed enchanted with it.
It was a couple of minutes late before Ace prompted you to continue your thoughts from before the Dance.
“It’s an honor for us to have a child Touched by the Stars. They’d gladly and easily give them up. But should they? Right now, all the Jedi can offer them in a War Riddled galaxy. Is it worth it? Leaving this?”
You gave Ace time to collect his thoughts. It wasn’t often you opened yourself up as much as you just did and you knew Ace knew that it meant you were seriously concerned. He wanted to give his answer the same consideration you gave your worries.
“I can’t answer you on anything involving the Force, you know that. But think about this? What was it like for you? Growing up in the Temple? Surrounded by your peers. People that could understand you when you get lost in the Force like you frequently do. Could you honestly say that growing up here would be better? Yeah, it’s a beautiful place — from what I’ve seen of it, at least — and you seem to have fond memories of all the other times you’ve journeyed back here. But could they teach you and care for you and even love you, as the Jedi could?”
Ace was silent then. You were too. His questions gave rise to a cascade of memories of your childhood — growing up in the creche, your crechemates, being surrounded by the deep and sure love and care of generations of Jedi that came before you and that will come after you. It was a cascade filled with light and laughter. Even just thinking of depriving some Force Sensitive child the opportunity to experience that left a bad taste in your mouth, despite your fears that the Light in the Temple was being touched by the Dark.
You stood up, offering your hand to Ace and hauling him to his feet after you. “Come on Commander. We’ve got a child to find.”
@themerrywhumpofmay
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pierogish · 28 days
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Exploring
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chrxnicdaydream · 28 days
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hc that Dazai made a point of calling Chuuya small when they met because Dazai was used to being the small one.
like, finally there was someone shorter than him. because let’s be real, Dazai was barely taller than Chuuya in Fifteen.
i think people forget how small Dazai was too— not just in height, but also in weight. He was underweight in Dark Era, but in Fifteen & even at present he's barely within the healthy weight range for his height. he was constantly described as a twig in Fifteen, and almost every time he's introduced in the light novels he's called lanky, slender, etc.
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Vincent Price interview on the set of The Masque of the Red Death (1964)
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gildedoak · 2 months
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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!!
END IMAGE DESCRIPTION]
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chichikoi · 4 months
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Gojo... <3
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Gojo scooping you up in his arms and saying, "You're beautiful."
Gojo smiling while reading in bed, waiting for you to join him.
Gojo falling asleep on your chest as you hum softly to him.
Gojo muttering, "I'm here now, you're safe." when you wake up from a nightmare, crying.
Gojo mumbling "Pretty, so pretty..." while holding you close in the morning.
Gojo grinning widely when he walks in on you changing. "Let me see- hey!"
Gojo looking you up and down and smirking when you wear something new.
Gojo wrapping an arm around your waist for no reason.
Gojo chuckling, "You're blushing," when he kisses your cheek during class.
Gojo kissing the top of your nose and whispering, "Good job."
Gojo drawling, "Let's spar, baby. Whatever are you so afraid of? me?" while backing away from you, getting into position.
Gojo groaning when you unleash a particularly rough attack on him, but smirks when you run to check on him. "Dont worry, I'm the strongest."
Gojo pulling you to him after training and leaning his cheek on your head, purring "I'm proud of you."
Gojo yelling when you find out about a particularly dangerous mission that you've been assigned to.
Gojo frowning at your retreating form as you depart, "Say the word and ill be there. Take care, okay?"
Gojo shaking, when he realises you're not back on time. "Please come back."
Gojo smiling tearily at you when you return home after a long time.
Gojo burying his face in your shoulder and mumbling... "I'm your very own personal koala bear now, you can't get rid of me."
Gojo gripping your hand tightly, too tightly, as you make your way back home.
Gojo looking at you with a radiant smile, dumping a load of maple syrup onto the pancakes he makes for dinner. "Do you want some?"
Gojo smiling softly at you with zero inhibitions, as you chow down on your food.
Gojo deciding once and for all, that the ring box that lingers in his pocket will make it's way out, one way or another.
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arlaudswann · 1 month
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PERDRIX (2019)
dir. Erwan Le Duc
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monstrouscrew · 1 year
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another old one, done after the first forty metres. i swear, THIS IS MIKE'S SONG and he would like the band.
Life is a matter of faith
To feel you're not already dead
The climb to the top of the cliff
And stepping out over the edge
(Annisokay - Terminal Velocity)
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(ID in the alt text)
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sharkrocket · 1 year
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I’ve got some bad news for you, Danko 
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dyoungs · 4 months
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braverytattoos · 11 months
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Louis going to do his crouch then realizing he can’t cause of his shorts 👀
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onlytiktoks · 3 months
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amphibimations · 2 months
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The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!'
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letulthi · 3 months
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I love making little sketch doodles even though I usually hate sharing them because sometimes they're good enough to turn into actual art that I can share! They're fun and stupid and I can do whatever with no need for my perfectionist tendencies to go wild on little details!
... also some of them are silly things like this that make me laugh
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Hornet with a very badly drawn gun had me giggling even before I added Ghost's lil horns cut off in the corner so I hope it makes someone else amused as well lol
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