#tw: heights

[your-daily-snl]

30 Years Of Washing Windows, starring a news reporter (Colin Farrell) whose interview with a professional window washer (Kenan Thompson) goes awry.

Original Air Date: 2004

[monstrouscrew]

wanna try something new? how about jumping from a 40 metres high abandoned building 💙

[theoscout]

[pierogish]

Exploring

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digital illustration of Orym and Dorian Storm from Critical Role. Orym is dressed as Needy Lesnicki and Dorian is dressed as Jennifer Check from Jennifer's body. Orym is wearing low jeans, a crop top, and hoodie, and Dorian is wearing low jeans, pink heart earrings, a cropped pink hoodie with a red heart pattern, and fake blood around his mouth. There are two drawings of Dorian and Orym, in the one on the left they're holding hands and looking towards each other. In the drawing on the right Dorian is holding Orym and has his head next to Orym's neck. He's looking at Orym and asking "Are you scared?". Orym is smiling and responding "Dor, you're getting the fake blood on me". End description.]

Dressed up for Halloween 🩷

[sketchywasteland]

hollow knight in cult of the lamb style! just a lil thing ive been working on since january. almost all the chars are here lol

(def click for better quality, it got crunched badly)

[solidwater-arts]

[ID: A digital drawing of Pearl, Etho and Tango peeking from behind a wall. Pearl is standing up, leaning away from the wall as if coming from behind it. She has red and blue scales, gills, and fins.

Etho is leaning to his left to peek, extending his left leg for balance. He has a bright green eye with black sclera, and a bright red eye with dark red sclera. He also has pointed ears and phantom wings.

Tango is crouching behind the wall and peeking, with his hands on the wall. His hair is drawn as fire, and he has a thin long tail that ends in a tuff of hair, also drawn as fire. He has pointed ears that look charred at the tips.

The wall says "pet!", and the letters are aligned with the character they represent. /End ID]

PET postal woooooo

I never draw cartoony stuff and I took a lot of inspiration from @/cherrifire's style, as you can probably tell. Very happy with this one

[calmlb]

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.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price interview on the set of The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

[monstrouscrew]

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)

(ID in the alt text)

[elderwisp]

just taryn, her two vampire boyfriends and some boring show in the background in another universe

[rageflippedtables]

Bonus- bucky wouldn't let sam fall either...

[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!!

END IMAGE DESCRIPTION]

[ellemora-datum]

Mora's hand grasped nothing but air as Sawyer pushed past her. The wind pushed her form, and she found herself swaying much more than she would have liked. With a grunt of frustration, she saw a foot coming towards her. It wouldn't hit, to be sure, but Mora instinctively threw a hand up to block it.

One hand was up to block the foot, a second was out to grab a shirt. Just then, the wind sent a raucous wave through the entire rope structure. Both hands were up, and neither had purchase on anything. It was a moment too late that Mora felt the ropes whip away from her feet as well before she was falling. A scream started in her throat, but the whistling air robbed her of it.

Down, down, her hands grasping for anything that would stop it. But it was her foot that finally found something - her heel ever-so-briefly snagging in the netting. It remained in place as the rest of her body continued to fall, so she was suddenly flipped upside-down before, with a soft pop, her ankle dislocated entirely.

It seemed as if she could see Sawyer shrinking out of sight. Her hair whipped into her eyes, into her mouth, choking out what little air could get into her lungs. Flashes of Link, of Nano, of Three, of her apartment, of that idiot in accounting, all in a moment. She couldn't tell how long she had been falling; all she could sense was

A cannon sounds in the distance.

It had been an accident, and she truly had not meant any harm to Ellemora. She just wanted to climb up past her and hide the damn flag as fast as possible so she could get the fuck away from her. She had no intentions of purposefully being on the offensive this Games, she'd promised herself as much, though she was sure the tribute whose mouth she'd stuffed with poison would disagree, were he still taking breaths to do so. When Mora reached for her shirt, Sawyer began to climb faster, using one leg to find footing and the other leg to kick at her, trying to push past her, not having too much of a mind for keeping the both of them safe enough to hide the flag. This was a one person job, after all. And Sawyer knew enough to know that only one person could win the Games, too. If Mora wanted a fucking fight, Sawyer would fight. "You don't know shit about me, Ellemora, so shut up."

[lazycranberrydoodles]

oooooh you want to read my huaxuan hookup fic sooooo bad

bonus :P

[kyufeed]