#canon phobia

[chunkymilk96]

“Hi My name’s Presentation Michael with a B and I've been afraid of insects my entire life”

“Stop, stop, stop, where?”

“Hm?”

“Where’s the B?”

“tHeRe’S a BeE???”

[mamawasatesttube]

no more "kon got his piercing by asking tim to use a kryptonite needle" (lies, straight up wrong, ignores the significance of kon's earring as a reclamation of his own bodily autonomy after being dehumanized to the point of being tagged like a lab mouse).

instead, if you want something about timkon and intimacy, listen. just picture tim "overthinker" drake in the jewelry store staring at two nearly-identical pairs of simple studs for a full 30 minutes as he tries to determine which would make a better gift for kon (he got overwhelmed by the novelty earrings rack. too many options). he knows why kon wears an earring instead of letting the piercing close up (kon likes the look, but moreover, it's about the fact that it's his body to do with as he likes). so picking the one kon would like best is important!!! he has to get it right!!! he needs to make sure kon has that special little smile on his face when he opens the gift box and understands how much thought tim put into it!!!

(coda: tim sees kon actually wearing an earring he bought him and runs into a mental blue screen of death, realizes he's staring, and then immediately climbs out the window.)

[tokibuns]

she was too cute NOT to draw 😭 | phobia belongs to @katrinthecat !!

[ctrl-lupin]

THE LITTLE OCTOPI you cannot tell me they are not MARRIED

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

[continued from here]

Akihiko is pretty sure his heart stops cold for a moment. Is he hearing things?! There’s no way–

He whirls around so fast that he almost loses his footing. He has to catch himself against a nearby table and ends up knocking whatever had been on it to the floor. The crash of metal on tile barely registers. The noise that spasms its way out of his throat is absolutely pathetic. 

Shinji’s eyes are open. 

He looks tired, more utterly exhausted than Akihiko can ever remember seeing him, but his eyes are open. The oxygen mask is held loosely in his left hand, carelessly pulled aside just so Shinji could make that jab at him.

It’s so much like him that Akihiko nearly chokes.

Akihiko practically dives across the room, the distance between him and Shinji vanishing in two leaping strides. He clasps Shinji’s face between his palms and his skin is dry and cool and slightly rough with stubble and he’s solid and he stays instead of dissolving like a shadow. He blinks up at Akihiko, slow and bleary.

There’s some kind of commotion coming from the vicinity of the door, but Akihiko has absolutely no attention to spare for it until a hand lands on his shoulder and tries to draw him back, away from Shinji.

“Hey–” The voice is vaguely recognizable. It doesn’t matter. He tries to shrug away the hand. “Hey! Don’t make me call security!”

“You don’t need to call security, Ogata-kun.” This voice is a little more familiar. Shinji’s gaze has slid past him to peer at the speaker with a tired kind of befuddlement, and that’s mostly what gets Akihiko to turn around. He leaves one hand resting against Shinji’s cheek.

The second voice belongs to the nurse he’d exchanged pleasantries with earlier– the one who Akihiko has seen at least once on every single one of the last thirteen days.

Nakai, he remembers suddenly. He feels terrible for having forgotten to start with, after everything that Nakai-san has done for Shinji.

“He–” Akihiko’s voice cracks like a little boy’s. “He’s–”

“He’s awake,” Nakai-san agrees. “I understand that you must be feeling a lot right now, Sanada-kun, and I know you’re concerned about Aragaki-kun, but we’re going to need you to leave the room for the moment.”

“I can’t–”

“You have to,” Nakai-san cuts him off, his tone still kind, but unyielding as a brick wall. “We have to follow certain procedures now that he’s regained consciousness, and part of that means no non-personnel in the room.” 

“But–” Akihiko digs in his heels almost on instinct when Nakai-san takes hold of his shoulder to try once again and pull him away from Shinji’s side.

“I told Ogata we didn’t need to call security. Don’t make a liar out of me, Sanada-kun.” Nakai-san’s tone has gone from unyielding to impenetrable. Chastised, Akihiko finally allows himself to be piloted into the hallway. He keeps his eyes on Shinji until the moment the door closes and cuts off his line of sight.

Left with nothing else to do but wait, Akihiko manages to coax his shaky legs into carrying him over to some nearby benches. He crumples onto the thin cushion, the motion heavy and clumsy. Just like on the night Shinji had spent on the operating table, Akihiko wishes he could pace off his nerves, but he has even less confidence in the ability of his legs to keep him upright.

He needs to– he needs to do something. He’ll go crazy if he doesn’t.

It takes him another ten minutes of harried inaction before he scrapes the wreckage of his thoughts together enough for it to occur to him to reach into his pocket for his phone. Yes– alright– first things first, he needs to contact someone. Everyone else should be at the tail end of their tests, and Mitsuru is almost certainly finished with hers, even considering her careful refusal to rush. She’s the first one he ought to call. 

Unfortunately, his hands are as unsteady as his legs had been. After the third time he drops the phone, Akihiko resorts to setting the damn thing on the seat beside him, putting it on speaker once he’s finally managed to awkwardly dial Mitsuru’s number. She picks up midway through the second ring.

“Akihiko?” Mitsuru’s voice fizzes with static. Akihiko thinks, not for the first time, that he should invest in a new phone. “Are you at the hospital already?” 

He really does try to answer, but all that comes out is a weak choking noise. He’s never felt so pitiful in his life. 

“Talk to me.” A new note of panic tilts her words into a higher pitch. “What happened?” 

He swallows and finally finds a bit of his voice. “Mitsuru,” he begins. “H-he…”

In hindsight, Akihiko can’t blame her for immediately assuming the worst after that performance.

“...Don’t tell me. Please– Akihiko, don’t you dare tell me that he’s–”

“N-no–!” Akihiko quickly cuts her off. The last thing he wants is for her to think– God. He can’t even finish the thought in the privacy of his own head. With a shaky breath, he continues. “No, that’s n-not it. He…he woke up, Mitsuru.” 

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence on the other end, and Akihiko worries that the call cut out. 

“...He did…?” Mitsuru’s voice trembles in a way that Akihiko’s never heard from her before, terrified and hopeful. 

“Yeah.” The word comes out as a helpless little laugh. “He did. I got to talk to him for a second, but– heh– but the nurses chased me out of the room.” 

There’s a soft thud on the other end of the line. Akihiko pictures Mitsuru leaning against the nearest wall or desk, as weak in the knees as he is. 

“Oh– Oh, thank god…” she breathes. “I– I’ll make sure–” 

She pauses, taking a moment to compose herself. Akihiko wishes he could see her; wishes he could be there, that he could be the thing she leans on to keep herself on her feet. All he can do from here is wait patiently for her to continue. “Testing is almost finished,” she says after a long, steadying breath. “Once everyone is out, I– we’ll be right over.” 

“Okay.” 

“And Akihiko?”

“Yeah?” 

“...Thank you for calling me. I’ll see you soon.”  Even under the static buzz, he can hear the watery edge to her voice.

She really doesn’t need to thank him for something like that, but Akihiko doesn’t get a chance to say so before the call ends and he’s left with nothing but the dial tone. Akihiko slowly flips his phone closed. 

It’s only then that the lid on his emotions bursts open. Shinji’s alive. Shinji’s awake. The rest of the team is coming by to see him. Tears well up again, scalding hot against the backs of his eyes.

This time, he lets them fall. Akihiko collapses, folding over his knees and dropping his face into his palm as the first sob quakes through him.

[roryhastoomanyfandoms]

Usually live and let ship but breaking up mj and peter in spiderdad shipping is honestly top tier cowardice. You fools. You buffoons. There is literally no reason to do so. Mj? Down for poly. Petey brings home a hot dude who's good with the kid, she is NOT complaining. Peter? Down for poly. Bro has the big heart for it. Miguel? Sure he might not go for MJ but "hes married" is the excuse Miguel uses and it works for, like, a week, until Peter starts super casually and not-at-all-forcedly bringing up that he and MJ have an open relationship, and then catboy is hanging on by a thread of professionalism.

"But how could Peter and Miguel kiss if Peter is still with MJ?" UHHHH WITH MJ CHEERING AND HOOTING AND HOLLERING AND HIP HIP HOORAYING???

[neurotypical-sonic]

I cant remember does sonic canonically have a phobia of water/swimming/drowning or is it just a very popular headcanon

[yuriinadress]

The pacing may be all over the place but you can't tell me TDR #7 isn't funny

[i3utterflyeffect]

also dark is similarly unnerved by Plushie I think. they Don't Like that it is Alive

[thisiswasabis]

📇Pika!Pika!Pika!📇

I've made @pikavani's sona as a NoP character. It's just a concept for now, but I'm not feeling like drawing and will not feel for a while, so I showing this to you now.

She's a business woman! I didn't decided what exactly what type yet tho. And about her nationality. . . I have no clue. I headcanon her now as an half-american for now, but it can change in the future

To be honest, I don't like the first drawing very much, it came out kinda rushed. Its because I can't draw heads from different than angles 3/4 and front

Pika, if by any chance you'll see this. . . Hi. . .

I like your art. Ragatha looks so pretty, I would merry her

I hope you like this silly thing and have a great day :)

Cheers!

[size-two-shrimp]

If V2 had survived Greed, do you think they'd develop a fear of heights??

[travelerbasilau]

[A hypothetical that is quite humorous to me]

[gregmarriage]

the delivery of this line is SENDING me

[torchickentacos]

Happy Valentine's Day!

My very next post shows the process of how I made this. Timeskip because ONE I don't particularly care to draw canon ten year olds kissing, icks me out, and TWO that way I have an excuse to grow May's hair out and not draw bangs in profile view. SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @metzintli for encouraging me SO MUCH with this, it means the world!

[legofemme]

can we know more about lisa

YES FOREVER. A preemptive note that lisas lore is very much a WIP as i have not found the right music to daydream about her to <- only half joking . Putting the Lisa Stuff under a readmore to keep things from getting too terribly long.

THAT BEING SAID . Her Whole Thing is that she used to be human, but cant actually remember anything about being human. She does. However. Know that she should not be a ham and being a ham is weird as fuck and she would like to not be a ham if possible please and thank you.

It doesnt help that her left arm is Blood. It is constantly dripping, but the droplets evaporate into nothingness pretty quickly. Theres no source for it that lisa knows of (shes pretty sure cooked hams dont generate infinite blood, but shes new to this whole thing so whos to say !) and sometimes theres More or Less blood at seemingly random moments. Shes able to shape the blood into a nasty liquid arm that Can pick things up and, much more disturbingly, the blood can dissolve and consume anything that it engulfs. It also sometimes acts on its own. Lisa doesnt know why

Lisa also has the awful awful ability to see a dimension that overlaps the one that shes currently in. This dimension is a lot like the Other World from silent hill in that it overlaps her current dimension for brief intervals and that it changes shape and form depending on who shes around at the time. When shes completely alone, it manifests in flesh and blood. Thankfully its only visual- she isnt Actually taken there- but its still like. Not fun. Obviously. The only person who seems to completely nullify this ability iiisss

Hole in the Wall :) an interdimensional hole who has a mind and a will, and is able to interact with things by forcibly killing and overtaking the bodies of other people and objects. Hole in the Wall is Fully Aware of who and what lisa is, due to it being. Yknow. Interdimensional itself. But it wont tell her for fear of meddling, instead it calls itself her best friend and follows her around. She Hates it. But appreciates its company if only for its ability to turn off the interdimensional sight thing.

SO . Lisa is just a very sad very anxious ham, who used to be a human (despite having no memories), has a weird blood arm that Eats People, and can see into a hell dimension unwillingly . And her only friend is what is essentially a living space gloryhole. Tadaaa

Some lisas and a hitw for reading all this ♥️ yaaayy

[candycane969]

Speaking of future Danger...Is it really an oc x canon ship if you havent imagined thier kids at least once? Meet Ann!

These are just some quick doodles I did of the dads and her. She is a little chaos ball and she'll probably start a motorcycle gang when shes older (also enjoy human papatello hehe)