#hypsiacrobasiphobia

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

10 & 14 x

EM U LEGE THANK U SO MUCH <3 <3 <3

10. The taste of Vodka at the back of your throat

14. Stale breath when you wake up

I’m obsessed with my three bois in a poly relationship atm so that’s what y’all get I’m not even sorry

It only took one fumble to twist the key in the lock. Dante wasn’t that drunk, never was. No matter how hard he tried, he could never bring himself to tip himself over the edge into insensibility. His past hissed in his ears, grabbed him with memories sharp enough to cut, instincts still buried in the wars, memories still buzzing in his scars. Couldn’t let his guard down. Especially not now. 

Now, he had something to protect.

He could hear their heartbeats the first step he took inside. Lulled steady by sleep - even Jesse seemed to be sleeping peacefully tonight. Dante allowed himself a smile as he hesitated. He was half tempted to wash the vodka’s burn out of his throat, take a shower to get rid of Hell’s scent clinging to him like acrid fumes. But he couldn’t tonight.

He wrenched the laces of his boots and kicked them off a bit more clumsily than usual, shed his shirt too on his way to the bedroom. He felt the tension he didn’t even know he’d been carrying start to unwind when he could see them again. Vrox was lying on his stomach only half-under the covers, face obscured by the lumpy death lock his arms had on the pillow and his own mess of hair. Jesse was curled up loosely on his side, forfeiting his pillow to use Vrox’s bicep instead.

Dante’s smile widened into something softer. He set to unbuttoning his jeans, dragging them off as quietly as he could. No use, though; he wasn’t the only one who had hound hearing.

“Hey,” Jesse rasped. “Are you okay? We waited up for you.”

Dante met his sleepy brown eyes, felt something twist inside his chest. When he had opened his eyes in Hell, they hadn’t been the same as his human ones had been. Look too close now and you could see that they weren’t dark brown anymore, but black as onyx. Something inhuman. But Jesse’s... they hadn’t changed. He wondered what that said about the two of them.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he teased, keeping his voice low since Vrox’s breathing hand’t stirred yet.

Jesse’s lips curled, lazy and sleepy and so damn cute, goddamn. “We tried, man, I promise.”

“Uh-huh.” Dante leaned over carefully and pressed a kiss to those cute lips. They were hot where they’d been pressed against Vrox’s skin, and so soft. He sighed contentedly.

“You wanna tell me why you taste like alcohol,” Jesse murmured into his mouth. His eyes flicked open and held Dante’s as Dante straightened up, a second away from abruptly. 

“Just some things up here,” Dante replied, tapping his temple. “Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Uh-huh,” Jesse said, mimicking his earlier answer right back at him only after lacing it with skepticism.

Dante muffled a laugh too late.

“Shut the fuck up.” Vrox’s voice was near indiscernible. “‘m tryna sleep.”

Jesse ran a kiss along his shoulder blade. “Dante needs us.”

“Dante wants you to quit putting words in his mouth,” Dante said firmly.

“I’ll put something else in your mouth if you both don’t shut it,” Vrox grumbled with absolutely no heat. He rolled over, draped his arm around Jesse and idly started drawing circles into his back while he squinted up at Dante. “Vodka?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you bring me any?”

Jesse rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“That was a joke, Jess.”

“You two gonna let me into bed, or...” Dante spread his hands. Man, he was really starting to feel the effects now. Drunk or not, the room was starting to seem unstable.

“No,” they said, with unnerving similar shit-eating grins. And here he wagered in Jesse’s good grace...

He sighed with mock exasperation and shoved his way onto the bed. Jesse relinquished space immediately, but Vrox took a headlock and some even more mussed up hair before he gave up. Their breath didn’t even smell that stale yet - they must have tried to stay up for him, then. That made little warm embers flicker up in his heart.

Vrox patted Dante’s chest a little too close to a nipple and a little too familiarly to be wholly innocent, and yawned. “Okay, if you losers are gonna shut up, I’m going back to sleep.”

“Only two of us have paying jobs, Vrox,” Jesse shot back sweetly.

Vrox reached out lazily and waved his middle finger so close to Jesse’s face it brushed his nose.

Jesse kissed it.

Vrox relented, grumbling. “Fuck you, cutie.”

“If you wanna.” Jesse yawned, too. “Dante, you sure you’re okay? You know we’re here if you wanna talk. About anything.”

“Yeah, we are,” Vrox added without hesitation. “You’re still a loser, but you know we love you. Right?”

“Really?” Dante ran his thumb along the arch of Jesse’s shoulder and tugged gently on Vrox’s hair. “I thought you let any random dude crawl into your bed and feel you up.”

Vrox bit him lightly - again, a little too close to that nipple - and Jesse rolled his eyes with just a hint of his dimple showing. “We’re serious.” 

“Yeah, I know. I love you, too, you know that?”

“Nah, we let anyone feel us up,” Jesse replied, dimple in full force now.

Dante laughed and leaned over to kiss it, and since that resulted in Vrox giving a petulant whine, he leaned down to kiss him, too. Greedy not-so-little bastard, he arched up a bit to deepen the kiss and nip at Dante’s bottom lip. The second Dante tried to slip his tongue into his mouth, though, Vrox pulled back at a smirk.

“You owe me ten minutes of lost sleep, bastard.”

“How will I ever make it up to you,” Dante said dryly.

Vrox patted his hand mockingly. “Sure you’ll think of something.”

“Sure I will.”

“Sleep now. Sex later.” Jesse yawned, almost into Dante’s armpit given how low he’d snuggled into his side. “Or I’ll kill you both myself.”

“I’m terrified.” Vrox thumped back against the pillow and resumed his death grip on it. “Night, losers with jobs.”

“Night, enormous pains in my ass,” Dante replied, lying back and resisting the urge to groan in relief as he closed his eyes.

“Night, motherfuckers,” Jesse said lightly.

“Gasp, what would Mama Jesse say?”

“‘What are you doing dating one of those white boys? I raised you better than this.’“

“Ignoring the fact that I’m a fucking demon.”

“All white boys are demons, V, that wouldn’t impress her.”

“I’m not a white boy.”

“Duh. I wasn’t talking about you.”

“So it’s just Vrox your mom would hate?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Ouch. Thanks, I feel so loved.”

“Welcome. You know she would love you.”

“Aw.”

“... Eventually.”

Dante laughed as Vrox tried to kick Jesse’s leg and only managed to kick his instead, wedging himself further between them until they relaxed and began to doze off pressed up against him. Staring up at the ceiling, warm and safe, he was finally able to get some rest.

send me sensory writing prompts? <3

[myriadimagines]

18, 10, 3, 6, 2, from the respective parts of the ask game x

yo i love your icon

18. Biggest regret? not switching high schools when i had the chance because the people were just a whole other level of.... shitty (jk thats mean but)....... and my school was also shit in terms of academics and not helping their students at all to apply for college so

10. Do you believe in a God? nope

3. Who are your best friends? a girl i met at summer camp when i was 13 and my college roommates from sophomore year!!

6. Favorite book genre? i usually like to go for mysteries/crime!!

2. Not take a shower for a week OR Not brush your teeth for a week? holy omg i think i’m gonna go with brushing teeth the idea of not taking a shower is too much for me and also my hair gets hella greasy after a few days so ew nope!!

send me a part and a number!!!

[els-writes]

Hey! You’ve got me curious! What exactly is a Tainted??? Love chap 1 by the way x

Omg, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see this until now! Thank you so much for reading it, I’m glad you liked it <3 

But hooo boy, hold onto your hats, because you asked for it ;)

Tainted within the Kin Verse

The Beginning and The Siblings:

A ‘Tainted’ is a person who has been given a ‘Taint’ (typically at birth) by their patron Sibling. However, in order to truly understand what the hell I’m on about, you have to realise that ‘Taint’ and ‘Tainted’ aren’t the official names for these people, but simply labels that have been given to them by humanity, because humanity is a burning crappile. 

In the Siblings’ view, Taints are actually gifts, powers, favours - there’s no single word that is used for them, but the gods see them as completely positive things. So let’s look into the specifics... 

All children are born under one of the Siblings (named after the days of the week). The Sibling they are born under becomes their patron, and at birth, a Sibling might decide that the child is to be favoured. They then bestow a gift upon these children, identifiable at first by the fact these children will bear the symbol of that Sibling upon their skin somewhere (this appears more like an oddly shaped birthmark, it is not unnaturally coloured). With this mark comes the gift, which is simply a tiny piece of the Siblings’ power that they grant the child. This power is in no way comparable to the Siblings’ elements (be it their magically elements or their emotional elements).

Eg. A child of Saturday (who controls the element of fire) might have the gift to control smoke. A child of Friday (who reflects envy) might be able to mimic a feature from someone else, such as turning their nose into a nose they see that they prefer.

These gifts are always within the realms of the Siblings’ element, but are sometimes less literal or apparent. 

For example, a child of Wednesday (who controls the element of earth) might have the gift to change their body’s density to resemble stone. 

The Ins-and-Outs:

All Siblings have three ‘elements’ that their powers reflect: the basic elemental, the emotional sin, and the emotional virtue.

Eg: Sunday’s three elements are: dreams, sloth, and diligence.

Powers usually only reflect one of these elements. Emotional Taints are rare compared to the basic elemental ones. The level of power/range within a power is dependant on how much the Sibling favours that person. The more the Siblings’ like you, the more powerful your Taint is going to be.

The powers take a lot out of the human that has them, but they are like a muscle - the more it is used an exercised, the easier it becomes. Someone who uses their Taint often is not going to tire out as quickly as someone who uses theirs as little as possible. Some Taints are also always slightly ‘on’ in the background, and though this doesn’t tire them out at all, it does mean that when they purposefully use a stronger force of their Taint, they get quickly exhausted.

Eg. Viola’s Taint is her unnaturally high body temperature. This is always ‘on’ but she does not feel tired of lethargic just because her skin is hot. However, when using the next stage of her power - such as purposefully making herself hotter or controlling steam - she can only do it for a short amount of time before she is exhausted and needs to rest for a while before she is recovered. During this exhaustion period, she has no control over her Taint at all.

Taints that are abused somehow (perhaps by someone overworking themselves, or trying to do something outside of the realms of their power, or even trying to squash their powers) have a high chance of causing something called a Taint Attack. This is where the Taint starts to attack the body itself, visible by black veins growing over the skin, starting from the point of the mark. Attacks are different depending on the Taint and the cause of the Attack, and thus experienced differently, but unchecked an Attack can cause death. 

‘Tainted’:

Over the years, however, these gifts have come to be seen negatively by humans. As should be expected, all gifts are different, as are the results of each gift. No two people are entirely alike, and even with similar gifts, they may present very different based on the type of person with said gift. One person who controls water might be able to calm a storm. Another might drown their enemies. Naturally, with humanity comes fault, and after a handful of those with gifts used their powers to their own gain or to harm others, the world began to see any and all people with these gifts are a threat - mainly within the more dominating cultures (being the Descodian countries). 

The Descodians began to claim these gifts were actually curses or that the powers were stolen from the gods, and thus they said the mark of a Sibling upon the skin was actually a taint of the natural order of things. Thus, the names Taint and Tainted arose, and those with them became feared and hated amongst Descodian countries. 

It should be noted that not all areas and cultures felt the same way - the Waterway countries saw Tainted humans as people who were destined to do something great - be it bad or good - and the country of Willsend saw them to be gifts still. However, due to the Descodians being the leading power in the world for most of history, and their language and religion often overtaking other countries, their view became the loudest.

More details under cut about the historical opinions on Tainted because I went overboard!

The Abbey of the Seven Orders:

The Abbey was founded initially as a purely religious institution for the truly pious to live at in service to the Siblings of Kin. However, as the years went on, the Abbey became one of the strongest voices in the spread of lies regarding Tainted. It is believed by some that initially the Abbey’s goals were genuinely to try and help the world - by locking up those with truly dangerous powers - but over time their beliefs became corrupt, and they viewed any and all Tainted as potential threats that needed eradicating. 

For centuries now, the Abbey has sent out its Eighth Guard to strip any and all Tainted babies and children from their families to bring them to the Abbey to have their threat level ‘examined’. No matter how small the power, all are deemed dangerous to some extent, and are kept at the Abbey for many years. At the Abbey, those slightly less dangerous undergo experiments to try and rid them of their Taint. The exact methods are not known to the wider public, and survivors seem collectively intent on keeping things a secret, but those who have been released are often missing limbs, paralysed, horrifically scarred or disfigured, and show signs of great mental trauma. Sometimes these methods do work, thus a small number of Tainted are released once their power seems to have vanished, but they are constantly monitored and watched by the Abbey for the rest of their lives. 

Pity: 

By the time The Last Taint takes place (year 700), the Abbey’s power is as strong as ever, but many no longer agree with their methods. After nearly 200 years of not a single wide-spread threat or disaster caused by a Tainted, people grow to doubt just how dangerous they are, and the survivors who have escaped or been released from the Abbey have gained a great deal of support in the form of pity. 

Due to a treaty signed 200 years ago, however, the Abbey’s power is locked securely within the peace between the Descodian countries, and thus no one with any substantial power is able to deny the Abbey’s orders. There are more blockades in place that make it harder for the Abbey and their Guard to just snatch children up or raid cities to search for Tainted, but they have ways to work around such things, and people are powerless to stop them. 

Some of my Favs:

A few Taints within the Kin Verse that I happen to really dig (not including my two spoilery favourites). 

Viola: child of Saturday (fire), her body runs at an impossibly high temperature, meaning any water that touches her turns to steam immediately - which she has some minor control over. 

Anya: a child of Thursday (lust), after she kisses someone, she can briefly influence their whims. How much someone follows her instructions depends on how susceptible they are. 

Lita: child of Sunday (dreams), she can steal dreams and turn them into a physical form and can swap people’s dreams over. 

Jas: child of Friday (time), he can give people visions of what they are doing at a very specific point in time.

Demi: child of Wednesday (earth), she can promote growth in plants (flowers specifically). A very innocent and pretty power.

Anyway! That’s all for now - I’m so sorry this got so long, but I get excited talking about this magic system! 

[lettersandinkstains]

🍵🍅🎧

🍵 Favorite smell?

Lavender!

🍅 Do you like vegetables?

Yes!

🎧 Favorite type of music?

Alternative and punk rock!

[focsle]

Name: Em | Age: 20 | Meaning behind tumblr url: I’m fucking terrified of heights | Hobbies/Interests: knitting, writing, book cover design | Why you follow me: I have an unhealthy obsession with the Age of Sail and I love your writing | Random fact about yourself: I can wiggle my nose? | Question for me: what’s your favourite character trope?

Do you design your own book covers to go along with your writing?And...my fav character trope is Reprehensible Scholar Who Dabbles In Something Forbidden And Is Undone By Hubris. SO IF ANY OF Y’ALL...GOT RECS....

[druzydabbles]

Congrats hon!!! 🐟 & I'd say sunlight & #3. Can't wait to see what you come up with!!

[Send an emoji to celebrate my milestone with me!]

Your ask is missing the aesthetic, but I’ll see what I can do nonetheless!

Sunlight instantly reminds me of bright brilliant yellow and warmer tropical waters! I’d place you as being a Mist siren for your creativity and curiosity, with a focus on a beautiful yellow scale pattern and an extravagant tail to show off your flashy sun-like qualities! Think the Yellowtail Snapper, a Caribbean fish known for it’s vivid yellow stripe against silver and pale blue scales, and a deep, awesome v-shaped tail of pure vibrancy~

[image from floridasportsman.com]

Your magic colour would mimic your main theme: bright, sunny yellow! So say yellow to yellow magic eyes, as well!

Welcome to the world of sirens, my friend!

[theothersidediscord]

Time for another ‘Out Of Context’ screenshot. It’s a wild ol’ time in the TGS server’s Art Channel 😂 Featuring: @fandomingrandom & @hypsiacrobasiphobia

[daethsticks]

♪ Valkyrie (SP)

Not to be emo on main but Numb by Linkin Park 👌🏻👌🏻