#fear of heights

[the-dump-of-whump]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately:

Banisters/railings in whump

Whumpee clutching the railing as they stumble along, barely able to hold themself up. Maybe their other hand is clutching a wound.

Whumpee being tied/handcuffed to a railing

Whumper shoving whumpee over the railing, maybe over a long drop.

Whumpee hanging onto a railing over a drop, maybe whumper tries to pry their hands off, maybe caretaker tries to help the back to the safe side.

Whumper pinning whumpee between themselves and the railing

Whumpee loosing their grip on the railing and tumbling down the stairs.

Whumpee who is afraid of heights being forced to stand right next to the railing over looking a drop and being forced to look down as they clutch the railing.

Feel free to add on!

#writing #whump #whumpblr #physical whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #prompt #whump list #whump prompt list #prompt list #my writing #caretaker #fatal whump #list #emotional whump #falling #fear of heights #fear

[adventuringblind]

Catch me because I'd hate to fall

Charles Leclerc x reader

Synopsis: Reader is afraid of heights and a game of truth or dare puts them in the last place they want to be.

Warnings: panic attack, flashback, not proofread (We die like the Ferrari strategists)

Notes: Google translated French, no use of Y/N, Charles is a simp

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Truth or dare is a game for teenagers who are determined to learn eachothers secrets. Or that's what you originally thought.

Racing drivers are not normally the type to sit around on the floor playing games that are used for diabolical purposes. Or that's what you had assumed.

You had been wrong on both.

It's a calm weekend, no races or PR obligations. Max thought it would be nice to have a small get-together with some of the drivers who are currently in Monaco.

Charles thought it sounded like a wonderful idea and convinced you to join him at Max and Kelly's apartment for dinner.

"It this a casual thing? Or do I need to dress up?" You rummaged through drawers looking for something that felt right.

"I think it's casual, but if wanted to wear a ballgown I wouldn't stop you because I'm happy when you're comfortable." Charles days from across the room where he is currently getting dressed.

"What if I wore pajamas?"

"My prior statement still holds true. You are the most beautiful human regardless of what you're wearing." His smile makes a hint of red creep into your cheeks. You've been dating for two years, and he still manages to make you get flustered.

You ended up settling on a pair of jeans and one of your charles' t-shirts. A small dinner with friends didn't call for anything much.

You examine yourself in the mirror, making sure everything looks correct before charles appears behind you. An exaggerated look of amazement crosses his face.

"See! Gorgeous! Beautiful! Completely stole my breath away!"

You spin around and place a quick kiss on his cheek.

When you arrived there were already people there. Lando, Daniel, Pierre, Carlos, zand George (most with their respective significant other).

After a pleasant dinner and a few drinks, everyone found themselves laughing at the dumbest thing while sitting in a circle around the living room.

"I have the most amazing idea!" Daniel practically screamed at everyone. Everyone eyed him nervously as his idea's somtimes were not the most wise. Lando Max makes a gesture for him to continue since his outburst got everyone's attention.

"We should play truth or dare."

You looked at Charles nervously. This game never led to anything good back in your high-school years. But the air of the room made you relax and agree to it.

Before anything could start, shrles leaned into you and whispered "You don't have to play mon amour if you don't want to." His words only reassured you that you would be okay playing.

"You suggested the game you go first," Max pointed at Daniel. "Truth or dare, mate?"

"Dare obviously"

The game went perfectly. Everyone is laughing, doing weird and embarrassing things, and sharing stories.

Until it came back to you.

Lando, who had just finished attempting the alphabet backwards, made eye contact with you.

"Truth or dare?"

You feeling a bit risky decided on "dare."

Lando rubs his chin for a moment. "Okay, I dare you to go up to the roof and recreate that one scene from the titanic with charles."

"You mean the one where they are dangling over the edge of the boat?" Pierre asked.

"Yup! Exactly! All happy and lovey dovey, it'll be so cute!"

It seemed harmless. But the mete mention of the top of the building had your breath caught in your throat.

Charles having noticed this leaned in discreetly once again and whispered "don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to."

You, however, were terrified of everyone discovering your deathly fear of heights. Charles knew because anytime you got on a plane, it was rough. You used to not be afraid, but after having to jump into the safety of firefighters from twenty stories up in a burning building, things hadn't been the same. Falling had become something that haunted your nightmares.

Regardless, you shook your head and went to get your shoes. Since Max lives close to the top anyways, you decided on the stairs. Only hoping to delay the inevitable for a while.

The top of the stairs came too fast. Having opened the door to soon.

The night air brings you back to the present and reminds you why you were here. You could blame the shaking on the crisp Monaco air, but that would be a lie.

You step onto the roof, everyone shuffling out behind you.

One foot in front of the other, closer to the ledge.

Charles never lets your hand go. "I promise that if you back out I will not laugh and I will not let them say a single thing about." He pauses and turns you to face him. "But if you get on the ledge, then I promise I will not let you fall." His eyes and voice are determined and concentrated. Every ounce of you wanted to just leap into his arms and run away. Yet the other emotion, the pride he has for you for making it this far, makes you push just a little more.

Soon your toes are one step up from the edge. An inch of cement guarding you from what could be a disaster.

Your body shakes, your mind going white at the thought of falling. The feeling of your stomach flipping as you fall to your demise.

Inhale. One foot up. Exhale. The other meets it.

Your eyes screw shut. Your body is practically giving out on you.

Charles stands behind you now. His arms encircle your torso and waist. Tying you down to reality as everything else slips away.

Your eyes open. Then they fall.

It's the same thing. The heat makes you want to take the leap. Into to safe embrace of first responders. When did it get so hot? Why are you sweating so much?

There was no time. The building was about to collapse. They are shouting. Comforting words of encouragement. Maybe you can jump.

Your arms go out to help you balance. Then you lean into the pull of gravity. But you don't budge.

"Amour!"

Charles, why was he in the building with you?

Realization came flooding back through your senses. Charles' arms straining to hold you in place.

"Shift your weight towards me, you can do it." His voice gently coaxing you made you realize the building is safe. There is no fire.

You shift your weight backward and fall in charles. The both of you gracefully find the ground.

Warm tears roll down your cheek as Charles refuses to let you go from his embrace.

"I'm so sorry," you sob.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispers.

The night ended quickly after that. Lando apologized for giving you such a dare, and you countered that he didn't know.

Later that night, fast asleep in Charles' arms, your dreams were not haunted by the smell of smoke and your body flipping through the air. Instead, you were meant with Charles holding you upwards to touch the clouds.

#x reader #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 #f1 fic #formula one #ferrari #charles lechair #charles leclerc fic #max verstappen #pierre gasly #lando norris #carlos sainz #charles leclerc is a simp and you can't change my mind #charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader #hurt/comfort #fear of heights #im not actually afraid of heights im afraid of clowns byt that seemed harder to write about

[adrift-in-thyme]

@skyward-floored and I both noticed Warriors looking less than comfortable in Jojo's latest art and thought 'wait is he afraid of heights??' As someone who is VERY afraid of heights I naturally had to latch onto the idea...and write something about it. Sorry, Wars

CW for blood/injury, mentions of vomit, and descriptions of panic and fear of heights

----------------------------------

In no universe is this enjoyable.

Warriors stares down, transfixed by the sky and clouds beneath him, (beneath him — by the golden three they should be above him, ABOVE HIM like normal). His limbs are leaden, his thoughts scrambling, panicked. His mouth is dry as the Gerudo Desert.

He swallows, forces saliva down a too-tight throat. He and heights never truly have gotten along. But this is a new extreme. 

He’s never been this high before. He’s never been atop an island in the sky. It’s something he was very much fine, never having done. In fact, he was much more fine before the Shadow had decided it would be wonderfully comical to dump them here. 

To Sky, it had been the best thing since pumpkin soup. He was home, after all. Warriors can’t blame the guy.

Still…

He drags his foot away from where it had crept worrying close to the edge. How exactly had that happened?

Still, why on Hylia’s green earth does the hero have to live IN THE SKY?

Warriors glances over to where Sky is eagerly showing off his loftwing to Wild and Hyrule. A short ways away, Time converses with Gaepora. Not far from him, Legend and Wind seem to be engaging in a game of some sort. 

Warriors squints. Are they…are they hurling those strange, little creatures off of Skyloft to see them fly back? Well, not anymore, because here comes Twilight to save the poor things. Not that they had seemed to mind much…

The rancher catches Warriors watching and shakes his head. 

Can you believe these two? His gaze seems to ask.

Warriors dredges up a dry smirk. 

Try dealing with that behavior 24/7, he mouths.

Twilight frowns. I do, is his silent response. Then, his brows dip further, expression losing its exasperated humor. He walks forward, a tiny creature cradled in his arms. Still very much paralyzed, Warriors watches helplessly as he advances.

“Rancher,” he says, cordially, once the hero is beside him – or more in front of him. (Why Twilight has chosen to stand with his toes off the edge of the island, Warriors has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that it makes his legs go numb. He forces himself to look forward instead.)

“Captain,” Twilight replies. He shifts and Warriors’ stomach somersaults. “Are you doin’ alright? You look a little pale.”

“Do I?” Warriors chuckles. It sounds too harsh, too loud. “Must not be spending enough time in the sun.”

Twilight gives him an unenthused look. Warriors grins. The expression feels as wrong as his laugh. Too wide, too brittle. 

Why does everything just seem off right now?

“Don’t worry about me, rancher. I’m alright.”

Twilight studies him for a moment, eyes narrowed. He opens his mouth, no doubt gearing up to pry further. But Four’s voice rings out before he can, beckoning him to come inspect one thing or another. Warriors can’t truly make out the words. Maybe that’s because his ears are filled with the sound of rushing wind.

Is it the wind? Or is it coming from inside of him, stealing away his remaining balance and setting his stomach churning?

“Well, take care of yourself,” Twilight says. He sets a hand on Warriors’ shoulder, with a small smile. “And be careful. Can’t have you fallin’ off the edge there.”

Warriors looks down and immediately regrets it. He hardly registers Twilight walking away, doesn’t hear his brother’s lively voices as they enjoy the wonders of Sky’s home. All he can see is the drop off he is certain that he is mere inches from plunging off of. His line of vision narrows, darkening at the edges, and he stumbles back, arms wrapped protectively around his middle. 

“Captain?” Time is suddenly holding him, keeping him from toppling. “Are you well?”

Warriors swallows hard. “Fine, Sprite. 

“Just fine.”

It’s only the lack of a substantial breakfast that morning that prevents him from getting sick all over the old man’s shoes. ----------------

The next few days are torture. Warriors does his best to keep his distance from the edges of the island. But it is nearly impossible in a place so compact as Skyloft. And the sparse fences constructed around hardly seem enough to keep him from plunging off. 

So, he spends most of his time indoors (praying to any goddess who may listen that there won’t be a sudden earthquake that sends the building careening down into nothingness). 

His excuses are few and paltry. 

“I don’t feel well.” “I’m tired after the journey.” “I need to think about an actual plan to track down the Shadow before he gets too far ahead.”

The heroes can see right through him – he is certain of it. And none more than Time.

“Tell me what I can do, captain,” he says one night when Warriors awakens screaming after a dream of plunging into a sky of flame. (And wow, does that commotion help him maintain his secrecy and uphold his reputation. He’s doing wonderfully.) “Please, I want to help.”

Warriors’ breath hitches as he slumps into his little brother’s arms. Here, with the two of them there is nothing to hide anyway. He couldn’t even if he tried.

“You can get me off this cursed island,” he says, with a dry chuckle. “That would be lovely.”

Time merely sighs and holds him closer. 

They both know he can’t do that.

…just as he cannot keep away the monsters the Shadow sends after them the next day.

Venturing outside of the academy to fight off a hoard of monsters is not exactly something Warriors had wanted to do. He is a hero, however, and he refuses to leave his brothers to battle them alone. So, out he comes into the light of the day, with his heart in his throat and his chest feeling like Ganondorf is sitting on top of it.

“I’m sorry that you have to do this,” Time murmurs as they head toward the tell tale screeches (in the plaza, of course).

Warriors shrugs, somewhat stiffly. “Who knows? I could get lucky.” He sends Time a grin and plunges his sword into the first of the monsters. “Maybe the Shadow will open another portal.”

Time smirks. “Perhaps, he will.”

-----------------

The fight drags on all morning. Warriors fares well enough through it. He remains in the center of the plaza as often as he can and his brothers take care of the stragglers around the edges. He does his best not to look at them when they toe the edge, heedless of certain death less than inches away.

And he fights on with the same ferocity as he always does.

…until about midmorning. Because that’s when the moblin shows up. 

It is one of Sky’s – hulking and corpulent and capable of taking at least ten bokoblins with one hefty swing of its spear. But he has fought this kind before. With a smirk, he rushes forward to engage it.

He hacks away at its shield easily, then readies himself to dodge as it roars in rage. It rears back, then bends its head, smoke puffing out of its nostrils. 

Warriors raises an eyebrow. He hefts his sword more firmly into his hand.

“You gonna come and get me?”

It roars again and breaks into a run. He steels himself, tensed for the strike. One second, two, three…

“Warriors look out!”

Something hits him from behind – something big and bulky and heavy. It slams into his side, breaking bones on impact. He gasps, vision going spotty. 

And suddenly he is flying. His feet leave the ground and he is tumbling, head over heels through the air. The world is a blur of color, up is down and left is right. He is almost certain that he’s going to be sick.

Then, it’s over. He hits the ground in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Blood fills his mouth and he chokes on it. 

“Captain!”

Running feet sound in his ears. He blinks, dazedly, trying to bring everything back into focus. It feels like the moblin has taken to tap dancing on his skull.

“Ugh…”

“Captain!”

There is panic in that voice, he realizes sluggishly. There must be a reason for that, there has to be…

His vision clears just enough that he can make out a gigantic something looming above him. He tries to push himself up for a better look, but his upper half seems to be on a slightly different level than his bottom half. When he allows himself to lay down fully he sees only sky.

Ah…that would explain it.

Panic pierces him far deeper than any spear ever could. He digs his fingernails into the grooves in the pavement, gritting his teeth against the pain and oncoming unconsciousness.

Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out…

“Captain!”

He tries once more to pull himself up and fails. 

Warriors lets out a grow of aggravation. He really wishes his brothers would exert more energy on fighting off this thing and getting him back on land than yelling his title repeatedly.

…though maybe he has heard it a few more times than they have really said it. 

The monster raises its weapon just as Twilight comes out of nowhere, leaping forward to skewer it. The rancher’s sword strikes home seconds before the monster’s can, piercing it through. And the next thing Warriors knows, he’s staring up at the concerned face of his brother.

“Are you alright?”

Twilight leans forward, grabbing his hand and supporting his back as he drags him away from the edge. Warriors slumps against him with a relieved sigh.

“Just great,” he slurs and Twilight chuckles. 

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you a potion and you’ll be just – ”

Warriors isn’t entirely certain what happens. He is too dazed to comprehend the events that occur in quick succession.

One moment he is held in Twilight’s arms and the next, the rancher is wrenched away from him with a grunt of pain and shock. Then, something collides with Warriors’ chest…

And he’s falling.

His stomach turns to lead, the wind rushes past at breakneck speeds, his scarf tangles about his limbs. Panic courses through his veins, beating in time with his pounding head and thumping heart. It encases him like a vice, paralyzing him, chasing away all other feelings, all other sensations save for icy, thick, undefeatable terror.

Warriors shuts his eyes and grits his teeth. He can’t breathe. He’s going to be sick, he’s sure of it.

…Or maybe he’ll die before that happens. Maybe he’ll collide with the hard ground and in a quiet, contained explosion of agony be gone. 

And after he had just gotten up the courage to propose to Arty too. Isn’t that just his luck.

“Hold on, Wars!”

An inhuman cry rings out, free and brave and strangely familiar. In the next moment Warriors’ lands with something blessedly solid. Arms wrap around him, warm and strong. A heart beats fast beneath the chest he collapses against. 

“I’ve got you, captain,” Sky breathes. “I’ve got you.”

He drapes his sail cloth over Warriors’ trembling shoulders. Warriors clutches it so tightly his fingers ache. 

“Get me somewhere low to the ground,” he whispers, in between haggard breaths. “Please.”

“Don’t worry.” Sky’s voice is kind. “I’m bringing you to the Surface.”

The Surface. That sounds promising. Warriors can only hope that it is as solidly on the ground as the name suggests.

He won’t see it if it is, though. He keeps his eyes stubbornly closed the entire trip.

---------------

The Surface, it turns out, is just plain, old Hyrule. Which, in Warriors’ book, is pure heaven. 

“I still can’t believe no one thought to tell me about this place,” he gripes as he limps out of Sky and Sun’s cozy, little cottage, two days later. “Why would anyone want to stay up in the sky when we could be down here, on the ground?”

Twilight smirks. The rancher has been cooped up with him for the last few days as they healed from the injuries they got on Skyloft. And Warriors has to admit that he has appreciated his company. 

“I still can’t believe you’re afraid of heights.” Twilight grins innocently at him. “The great Captain of the Hyrulean Army, scared of a little sky island.”

His tone is light and teasing and Warriors feels no pain from the jabs. But he scowls anyway.

“I’m scared of falling off a ‘little sky island.’ Which, coincidentally, I did and nearly died. Given that, I’d say the fear is warranted.”

Twilight hums. “So, what you’re saying is fear of heights is really a fear of falling.”

Warriors sighs. He looks out over the small town Sky and Sun are building, smiling slightly as he spots Time and Wind fishing in a nearby stream. It’s lovely, really, how he’ll be able to enjoy those activities with them now that he isn’t trapped in the grip of nauseating fear.

“I don’t know, rancher,” he says, shrugging. “Call it what you want. All I can say is that I want my feet firmly on the ground.”

#trin writes #linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu time #lu sky #angst #hurt/comfort #blood #injury #whump #fear of heights #linked universe fic

[official-n3va3h]

“Here I’ll hold your hand”

« Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader »

Synopsis: Of course you said yes when he asked you to go the carnival, you just might’ve forgotten to tell him one thing…

Genre: fluff, little bit of hurt/comfort byv

Warnings: heights, use of pet names, hand holding

*

“Yeah, sure I’ll go with you”

“Really, okay I’ll come get you at 6?”

“Ok, I’ll see you later, bye!”

You were smiling from ear to ear, just thinking of going out with him. Hyunjin was one of your closest friends, you’ve met throughout highschool and of course you had the fattest crush on him. I mean the man is practically glowing every time you look at him, he’s just effortlessly beautiful. So obviously you said yes when he asked you out to the carnival tonight, but what you didn’t tell him is your unbearable fear of heights.

Hoping he dosent try to ride any crazy rollercoasters or something, you immediately started to get yourself together.

“What time is it?” You asked your roommate, as you were still in the bathroom getting ready.

“Quarter to 6” she replied.

You stuck your head out the bathroom door with a hand full of hair and brush in the other, an annoyed almost confused look on your face.

“Really…”

“Whaaat” she said slurring her words, with a slight grin on her face

“can’t you be normal and just say the time” You said rolling your eyes and poking your head back into the bathroom.

“It’s 5:45, genius” Your roommate giggled out.

*

You continued to get ready trying to look your best for your carnival date with Hyunjin. You wore an off the shoulder shirt and a flattering pair of jeans to match. You slipped your sneakers on and then there was a knock at your front door.

“That’s him, girl go!” your roommate squealed pushing you towards the door

You grabbed your bag and opened your door.

There he was, right in front of you tall and handsome, smiling at you. The reflection of the sunset on his hair and facial features, made him look almost angelic.

“Hey, you ready?” he asked

You nodded, shut the door behind you and followed him to his car. The drive to the carnival was short only like 10 minutes, with some small talk here and there you were there before you knew it. You both got out the car, and you walked past the huge beaming sign.

“Carnival”

The carnival was filled with different rides, games, and food trucks.

Hyunjin immediately spotted a portrait painting stand, grabbed your hand and rushed over. Your heart was pumping and your cheeks rushed with blood.

“Omg y/nnn, we have to do this.” He said smiling pushing his lengthy brunette hair out of his face.

“Yeah let’s do it” you replied back.

We sat down on the bench in front of the lady painting the portraits and she went straight to work. Hyunjin was leaning over with one hand wrapped around your shoulder and the other holding a heart next to his face. You smiled leaning your head against his with your hands clasped together on your lap. Around 30 minutes later, the picture was finished. Hyunjin payed the artist and she handed us the freshly painted picture.

“Woahhh…this is amazing” you said peeking at the picture in his hands.

“Yeah it’s so beautiful” he said smiling. “Maybe it’s cause your in it, your smile is so adorable” he spoke staring down at you.

Your cheeks heated up again and your heart pounded so loud you thought anyone close could hear it. You playfully slapped his arm and giggled, continuing your night.

After a couple hours of playing games and eating food you both began walking towards the exit. The sun was almost fully set and the carnival and city lights shined throughout the night. The farris wheel shined brighter than everything and with everyone leaving the line was practically empty.

“Y/n look the line for the farris wheel is so short we have to ride it before we go”

Your heart dropped, you looked at the contraption as it towered over the whole fair. What the hell why did it have to be this tall ass Farris wheel.

“Oh…shit” you mumbled “don’t you think it’s kinda late maybe another time hm?” You said to him.

His smile slowly dropped and he sighed. “But…y/nnnn”

*

You cursed yourself in your head for letting his stupidly cute face convince you otherwise. Now here you are 150 feet in the air, gripping your seat like your life depends on it.

Hyunjin smiled as he admired the view and took a few pictures, letting the breeze brush his face. Eventually his attention turned to you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He said with a tinge of concern in his voice.

“Y..yeah..I’m fine…just admiring” you said with a awkward laugh.

The higher you went, the worse you felt, your stomach turned, every little movement made you uneasy. Eventually you clamped your eyes shut, continuing to grip the seats.

“Y/n… are you sure your okay?” He said with his full attention on you now.

After a couple deep breaths you finally gave in to his prying.

“N..no Jin…I’m scared” you shakily sighed “I really don’t like heights”

“You don’t? …why didn’t you tell me, we didn’t have to get on” he said feeling sorry for making you get on.

“I know..I just…I didn’t wanna disappoint you…you looked so happy” you muttered still clamping the seat.

He gently spoke “Awh…love, you didn’t need to do that, just being with you is enough for me.”

Your heart fluttered. You slowly opened your eyes facing him

“Jin…you mean that?” you softly said.

“Yes genius, of course I mean it…” he replied back with a gentle tone “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t meant it”

You felt slightly better but you held your seats tight, you still were terrified.

“Hey look, try and look at all the lights instead of straight down” he said pointing out at the city. “See aren’t they beautiful.”

You slowly rose your head and stared down at the lights from all the different city buildings. It really was beautiful, but you still felt like you need to hold something, so you’d feel safe, secure almost. hyunjin noticed your hands on the seats and eventually reached out.

“here I’ll hold your hand.”

•—————————————•

A/N: stopp this was my first fic, and I decided to take it easy with fluff, this concept was soo cute to me😚😚BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ITS GOOD OR NOT. I can’t tell if I did too much or not enough😭😭

#skz headcanons #skz #reading #writeblr #my writing #fanfic #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #carnival au #carnivalcore #skz stay #stray kids au #skz fluff #skz hurt/comfort #fear of heights

[highladyofterrasen7]

When Sheldon said “you don’t have a fear of heights, you have a fear of falling” I felt that

I don’t even think I got the quote right but that’s like what it was

I’m pretty good with heights up to a certain point.

#the big bang theory #tbbt #sheldon cooper #leonard hofstadter #young sheldon #phobias #fear of heights

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in my childhood home in my kid body and outside the house were all the evil trains from Thomas and Friends. They were all huge and the porch to my house was 500 feet of the ground and I was looking down on them. I am now afraid of both those trains and heights.

#dream #childhood home #childhood #time travel #house #train #evil #evil train #thomas and friends #horror #nightmare #afraid #fear #fear of heights

[donutdrawsthings]

So I went on a mountain hike with my family...

#this really happened btw #and honestly how does it feel to have the funniest son alive #i couldn't enjoy it in the moment because of The Terror but it deadass made my whole day. i couldn't wait to draw it #donutdrawsthings #persona #comic #art #artists on tumblr #acrophobia #heights #fear of heights #mountains #france #hike #nature hikes #mountain hiking #never doing this again <3 #ill never forget the face of that poor dutch father #it was pure horror #long post

[moominpopzz]

Thinking about Dakota’s backstory again.. thinking about how horrified he must’ve been with Ashe so high in the air, wondering if they’d snap her out of it at the wrong time and he’d miss catching her, not even being able to use himself as a cushion from the ground

#jrwi spoilers #sorry ab this one #i think about him and Katori all the time.. sighs sobs throws up screams #him🤝William #fear of heights #and I shall die on that hill #but wills scared of himself being on heights and Kotas scared of everyone else being on heights #one day Dakota Cole will put himself first and we will all cheer that day #jrwi pd #jrwi #prime defenders #jrwi prime defenders #ashe winters #dakota cole #demonkicks #shhh it counts #moomins yapping<3

[keezybees]

autobio comics is all about revealing your deepest darkest self

#autobio #self portrait #comics #fear of heights #gymnastics #art

[squishablesunbeam]

Whumper plops Tiny Whumpee on a small platform hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room at night or when they just want them out of the way. The platform is too far away from anything in the room for them to jump to and way too high up for them to try and jump down. They are just left stranded there until Whumper decides to get them down again.

Points if Whumpee is terrified of heights and every time Whumper brushes by or there's a draft at all, the platform swings in the air and Whumpee is constantly crouching in the middle of the small piece of wood, trying to spread out their weight and keep it balanced and is just so scared of falling off while they're trying to sleep.

Sometimes Whumper absently pushes the little platform with their finger as they walk by and Whumpee can't help but scream as they swoop through the air, clinging to the little piece of wood for dear life.

#tiny whumpee #just thinking whumpy thoughts #fear of heights #whump prompt

[thetreaclepeople]

PC Pendle's afraid of heights in this clip from The Treacle People. Follow for more nonsense!

#90s tv shows #british tv #the treacle people #animated tv series #stop motion #kids tv #funny tv #animated tv show #90s cartoons #90s tv series #dad jokes #fear of heights #saturday morning tv #saturday morning cartoons #growing up british #british humour

[kalvanreaped]

Being avian- & wingedkin in general and having acrophobia FUCKING sucks. Like yeah, I wanna perch somewhere and just stare at people from my hiding spot and observe them like any bird does, but damn I can't even be at a height of 5'8 without feeling dizzy and lightheaded especially if it's moving.

#im 5'2 so that should give you a bit of context over the 5'8 thing maybe lol? #otherkin #therian #alterhuman #therianthropy #nonhuman #otherkin community #aviankim #avian kin #winged kin #wingedkin #bird kin #birdkin #acrophobia #fear of heights

[kent-farm]

It's beautiful. I can't believe we're up here. It's actually getting down which is going to be the interesting part.

—Lana Lang and Clark Kent, Smallville, "Nicodemus"

#Smallville #Clark Kent #Tom Welling #Fear of Flying #Fear of Heights #Multi Episode (Smallville) #Jonathan Kent #John Schneider #Parallel

[painsandconfusion]

On the Edge

Phobia Whumper vs Acrophobic Whumpee

(tw: phobia whump, panic attack, broken bones, begging, kidnapping, heights, falling, general disregard for human life, one bitch of a whumper)

[Phobia Whumper Masterpost]

Whumpee squeaked on a sob as the cold metal railing bruised into the small of their back. 

Thereeeeeee you go…” Whumper’s words cooed into their hair as Whumpee clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder. Brinking Hyperventilation. 

“Nnnn-n-o-no-no-no-”

Whumper chuckled, nuzzling sweetly into them. “You’re doing just fine. We aren’t even that high up.”

‘nOt hIgH uP’ their ass-!? They were halfway up a grain bin - there was no way they wouldn’t die - no fucking way- Shhhit shit shit their chest felt tight - tightening by the second. Their fingers were numb now as they clung to Whumper.

Whumper’s hips just pressed forward, pushing them harder against the railing - until the sun-warmed metal pipe bruised against the small of their back, drawing a sputtering sob.

“See? You’re safe. Pleeeeeeenty safe~”

Whumpee was sobbing now, face buried into his chest. “D-doont no no n-” The words muffled into fabric as they gripped his shirt. 

They shrieked as Whumper ripped their head back by the hair - far - farther - further yet until Whumpee’s spine was arched. Half of them hovering over the open air. 

Their hands scrabbled at Whumper’s wrist, but they couldn’t seem to find it. Didn’t even know if they were touching him - their fingers registered nothing and the sharp wind that whipped up around them and through the holed-iron floor of the steps did nothing to help. 

They screamed freely into the unrelenting air, hands falling to the railing now - gripping it tight.

Fear was building. 

No.

Fear was there - fear had always been there, but instead of being a pleading voice in their mind, begging them to pull back and tugging at their heart, it was now a siren shriek of daggers and claws raking down their eyes and over their lungs. Shredding apart their limbs from the inside and cutting their mind to ribbons until Whumpee swore they could see blood dancing through the air above and around them. 

Their fingers scrabbled at the hand in their hair and at Whumper’s arm - desperately holding on - grabbing for any kind of anchor-

No- no, they didn’t trust him-

They gripped at the railing under them instead of his hand - it would stay firm.

Probably.

Maybe.

Possibly.

They didn’t know - their mind was shrieked and addled with wayward screams and muffled panic. 

“Do you trust me?”

Whumpee’s mind was too blank to respond - barely registering the question.

The hand in their hair twisted, drawing a shriek from Whumpee’s rasping throat. 

“Do. You. Trust. Me.”

Whumpee’s head shook against the grip, sob sputtering from their lips. 

“Awhhh." Whumper's grip tightened. "Wrong answer~"

The scream snapped in half in their throat as Whumper’s hand dripped to their thigh, griping under their knees and shoving them up and over the railing. 

A ripping crunch echoed through their bones as their shoulder twisted against their own weight - fingers still iron-clamped onto the railing as they dangled - screaming and screaming and screaming - letting the wind rip the sounds from their throat. 

Whumper tisked, tapping at their fingers. “How are you ever gonna learn if you do things like that?”

Whumper’s arm lifted.

Their fingers snapped and crackled against the railing - bones shattering under the force of the blow. 

The wind ripped the air from their lungs as they plummeted through it - darkness finding their mind before they hit the ground. 

[Phobia Whumper Masterpost]

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @happy-little-sadist @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wibbly-wobbly-whump @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @a-galactic-fox @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @hold-back-on-the-comfort @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun @suffering-and-misery @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear @yetanotheraltwhumpblog @whump-queen @a-whumped-tea @whumpsday @sonder343)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

#phobia whump #panic attack #broken bones #begging #kidnapping #heights #falling #general disregard for human life #one bitch of a whumper #phobia whumper #pw #acrophobia #fear of heights

[sickficideas]

I just had an idea: Maybe the true reason Poe didn't wanna take the plane to Japan w ghe rest of the guild was his motion sickness instead of a fear of heights. He doesn't seem to have a fear of heights, he was seen being fine in high places, so it's safe to assume he mightve lied about that

ohhhh i like that idea !! pretending to be afraid of heights to avoid revealing his motion sickness 😭😭 youre right he doesnt seem to have a huge issue with heights....suspicious

#theres so many motionsick hcs to go around i bestow them upon poe #bsd headcanons #poe #motion sickness #fear of heights #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #illness #sick #ask box

[crooked-corvid-whump]

Circus Whump

“Please, Whumper, don’t make me keep doing this. Please...” Their begging fell on deaf ears. Whumper stepped toward them they were caged between him and the tent pole at their back. He towered over them.

Head bent low, he murmured slowly and firmly into their ear, so only they could hear. “Shut. Up. You’re going to go out there tonight, and you’re going to perform your little routine, and you’re going to be the star I’ve made you to be. And then, when it’s over, you’re going to rest, then do it all over again tomorrow.”

His breath was hot against their skin, sending prickling shivers through them.

“Without me, you would still be out on the streets. Without me, you would be nothing. Remember that.” He stepped back and a painfully fake smile plastered itself to his face. “Now, best start getting ready for tonight’s show.”

Whumpee didn’t move until he was out of sight. Only then did they start breathing again. Only then did they start shaking.

*******************************************************************************************

Whumpee held perfectly still as Whumper gripped their chin, leaning in as he smudged the last of the line of glittery powders around their eyes, completing their colorful, shining look. He smiled when he was finished and leaned back to look at them, his star, the crown jewel of his show. From behind the fabric that hung over the entrance to their small dressing space-- a weak pretense of privacy-- drifted the swift, bouncy music that accompanied the fire-eater that was currently riling up the crowd for Whumpee’s performance. 

Whumper leaned closer again, smiling in a way that showed too many teeth. “You’re going to behave for me tonight, aren’t you love?”

They nodded. They had no more escape attempts left in them, not after the last one had landed them in a cage with an iron collar locked around their throat like just another circus animal until Whumper was satisfied that they’d learned their lesson.

“Perfect. You’re going to be wonderful tonight, darling. You always are.” With that, the music outside reached a crescendo, and Whumper pulled away. He winked at them and murmured, “That’s my cue,” slipping out into the ring just as the song came to a close.

Whumpee left their dressing space and made their way to the ladder bolted to the side one of the towering poles, atop which was their platform. They began their ascent, muscle memory leading their hands and feet to the rungs easily despite the darkness. The spotlight was trained on Whumper in the center of the ring, who bowed dramatically to the audience, his bright red coat swishing behind him and his top hat barely avoiding being dragged through the dust as he swept it off with a flourish. After straightening up and replacing the hat atop his head, he began to recite the well-rehearsed introduction he gave at every show before their routine.

“Ladies and gentlemen, young and old, one and all, it has been a marvelous night! Now it hops and skips quickly to its close,” here he hopped from one foot to the other, drawing bursts of laughter from the crowd, “but first, one final act. Turn your eyes now to the star of the night, our aerodynamic acrobat, our tremendous trapeze artist, the soaring, the sailing, the weightless Whumpee!”

The crowd burst in to frenzied applause as a second spotlight flicked on, beaming down upon Whumpee, now stood atop the platform high above. They waved stiffly to the audience, thankful that they were too high for anyone to see their face. Whumper’s spotlight dimmed to nothing until the only light in the entire tent was the one trained on them. They took a breath.

The song started slowly, almost mournful as the low violin notes flowed and Whumpee stepped toward the tightrope. They could do it. They knew they could. They had done this a million times before. But no matter how many times they were forced up to that platform, how many times they were forced to teeter and swing and leap above a rapt audience, nothing could rid them of the paralyzing terror they felt at the sight of the ground far below. They took a step.

Whumpee’s performance was, above all else, a story. A story that took place on a tightrope and between trapeze bars and even in parts on the aerial silks, yes, but a story nonetheless. That was what took their act from impressive to extraordinary. The music swelled and ebbed and rose and fell along with their movements, following them through a wordless journey that the audience could not look away from. Tonight, as every night, they were perfect. They flew through the air in graceful arcs that elicited gasps and bated breath from the crowd and twisted in the silks in smooth, languid motions. It wasn’t until the final leap from the trapeze back onto the platform that they faltered. They let go too late.

They flipped through the air, then their legs flared with pain as they crashed into the hard wood of the platform. It didn’t quite register at first as they were only half present, their mind distant as their body had carried them through the routine, distancing them from the reality of their position high in the air with a long, long way to go should they fall. However, it wasn’t long before the sharp, jarring pain reached them and clouded their mind in an entirely new way. They were only vaguely aware of the cheering and of Whumper’s closing speech far below. They leaned heavily against the pole behind them. Eyes squeezed shut, they focused on regaining the breath that had been knocked out of them as they waited for the pain to fade. They reached down, prodding at their legs where they had collided with the platform. Not broken, they decided, but surely badly bruised by morning. They sighed.

Finally, they gathered the energy to move and peered over the edge, saw the audience filing out of the tent, and their heart sunk. The show was over. Now they were going to have to face Whumper.

The whole way down the tortuously long ladder, their teeth were clenched in pain. Their legs ached, both from their performance and the bruises, and several times they had to stop and lean their forehead against the cool metal rungs and wait for the pain to subside enough to continue.

At last, they made it down. Unsurprisingly, Whumper was waiting for them at the bottom, leaning against a large painted backdrop and eyeing them with a seething anger. When they turned around, Whumper pushed off from where he was propped against the thing, closing the distance between them in a few long strides.

His hand cracked against their cheek before they could react. Tears of pain an surprise sprung to their eyes, but either Whumper didn’t notice or he didn’t care as he sneered at them.

“What the hell was that, Whumpee? That was sloppy. It was careless. I know for a fucking fact that you were trained better than that. I trained you better than that. You know better than to make such clumsy mistakes. So act like it.”

Whumpee opened their mouth to protest, or maybe to apologize, perhaps to stutter some excuse, but Whumper didn’t give them the chance.

“No. Shut up. If you can’t pull your act together and avoid fucking up my show, my masterpiece, if you can’t handle this act, then you can always be part of the freak show.” His voice took on a mocking lilt as he put a hand on their waist, his thumb tracing a raised line just under their ribs. “I’m sure if we laid you bare, all those pretty little scars would give our patrons plenty to ogle at.”

Whumpee nearly overbalanced as their panicked step backward was cut short, Whumper’s hand on their waist tightening and keeping them in place. They were frantic as they found their voice. “No, please, god no, i can’t- i’m not-” Whumper chuckled and put a gentle finger to their lips, cutting off their stream of words.

“No, no, not yet. I wouldn’t want to give up my perfect little star so easily, no matter how pretty their scars. Perhaps you just need a few more to remind you why it’s a very bad idea to disappoint me.” He smiled.

Whumpee didn’t fight it as his hand on their back led them towards his tent. They simply bowed their head in a pathetic attempt to hide the panic in their eyes and the single tear trailing down their cheek.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #hurt no comfort #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #fear of heights #circus whump #compliant whumpee #scared whumpee #collar whump #whumpee x whumper #male whumper #acrobat whumpee #whump drabble #whump snippet #whump story #scar whump #knife whump #(implied)