#aquaphobia

[69fartballoons]

some stuff heheee

[woodspurg]

Thinking more about Scarecrow's mask turned into doing a variety of burlap sacks based on phobia themes whoOPS

[thosewhobleed]

Daily medkit doodle number- wait, who the hell are you?!

@smiuffzo’s Esteban! I hope you like him :)

[carrionfourth]

gift for @feral-artist for the moominvalley community gift exchange!! I hope you like it 💕💕

[ambertheunknown]

guys wouldn't it be so funny if Ponyboy got post-concussion syndrome from all his concussions, asthma from barely-treated smoke inhalation, and a severe fear of water and fire from almost dying from both? wouldn't it be sooo funny if Ponyboy thought Johnny and Dally were alive due to PCS, and then he realized he couldn't remember their faces (also due to PCS), and then he panicked so much he got a panic attack which led to an asthma attack, and then Darry and Soda or whoever gave him his inhaler, but tried to calm him down by giving him water which made him panic more, and then they thought 'hey, cigarettes always make things better' because it's the 60's and so they lit a cigarette which made it WORSE and then he fucking dies or some shit, all because mental healthcare and awareness didn't exist in the 60's? (to clarify, he dies from lack of oxygen and the ambulance having been called too late and being too slow. or shock. or a heart attack. idk)

[lethes-muse]

"My man is a stagnant water

A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bogland

And I'm forever stuck his bog body."

Went a lil out of my comfort zone for this one, but I gotta learn how to actually color and render shit, so here we go gang (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[shatterthefragments]

Take May Back To Arcadia! A little bit of a speedrun of how many prompts can I fit in one due to timing BUT!! I am so happy I finished! (Top without flash, to the left below is with flash)

From draft concept to some progress pics

[loreleiloon]

~Female Amateur Hero x Male Villain Doctor (pt. 3) Hero floats in a tank full of water. Her hands and feet are shackled, chains running to the base of the tank, forcing them to be submerged in the water. Her torso is fitted with a constricting flotation device, limiting her movements but allowing her face to break the surface of the water. "How well do you think it will contain her?" Supervillain asks, arms folded over their gun-equipped chest harness. Villain finishes wrapping his shoulder, "Well, the rubber-lined interior is enforced by a steel exterior, which--" "Will it keep her powers neutralized?" "Uh, yes, anything combustible will be put out by the water, and if she electrocutes the water, she'll harm herself." Villain pulls on his shirt, its shoulder area still damp from where he rinsed off his own blood. "And the glass is bullet-proof, so her little ice pellets won't do damage." He hopes. The sting in his shoulder hasn't subsided yet. Supervillain grunts in approval. The green door opens and Villainness stands in the door. She takes a drag of her nickel-and-dime cigarettes.

"Bossman, honey? Need a hand in sector 4. Got a hawt broad trying to make off with more 'classified secrets.' Again." "Who let her in?" Supervillain asks. Villainness looks guilty but waves it away. "You gonna do something about it or am I on my own?" Rolling their eyes, Supervillain gives Villain a warning look, "Don't let her loose again. Not until I say she goes loose." "Yes, boss," Villain nods. Supervillain rests a hand on Villain's shoulder. As they head to the door, Villain speaks up, "About the breathing apparatus we mentioned, boss...?" Supervillain looks toward the tank, where Hero is now straining to keep her chin above water. "No, make her work for it. If she's too comfortable, she'll think of a way to escape." Once Supervillain is gone, Hero begins to struggle. It's to be expected, but Villain still feels annoyed she waited until Supervillain left. He doesn't want to unpack that just yet. As the doctor checks the tank scanners monitoring the various pressures, he notices Hero's wide eyes fixed on him. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You broke perimeters and damaged important equipment," Villain winces when his bandaged shoulder strains too much. "You're lucky Supervillain agreed to only put you in that thing." "I can't be in here." Her voice is way too stoic and deep, like she's trying to mask another emotion. Villain jots some notes on his clipboard. Their main function is make him appear occupied. "Should have thought of that when you had a comfortable mattress to sleep on. And only two wrist straps." "N-no, you don't understand, I can't be in water--" "You've been in there an hour. You're fine." Why does he keep talking? She's banking on it to weedle into his sympathy and get him to let her go. "Look--I didn't mean to, to hit your shoulder--"

The doctor barks a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. The rich brat must be desperate to throw a half-hearted apology at him. He's offended she's already forgotten the 3,822 volts of electricity she blasted into his chest. The Doctor reaches into the water, pulling Hero up by the hair until her shackles don't let her go further. Water drips from her face. Deep down she hopes they disguise her panicked tears. "Listen, you darling, plasma-infected little shit, I can't do anything for you," he said, "This is the safest configuration of this tank. You're only in danger if you panic. So ride this out and if you actually behave, maybe Supervillain will agree to let you out." His grip on her hair loosens.

"No, no, no, don't let me go," Hero begs, limbs thrashing to keep her head in his palm, "I think--I think I got a concussion." "Already checked. You're fine. You might not have noticed, but one of my shoulders was recently imbedded with nature's version of a blank. I'm also the only doctor on site, so I really don't have time to babysit you," he mutters under his breath, "especially if one of Villainess' dates has gone pear-shaped again." His fingertips are barely holding her head. Villain takes a step back from the tank. "W-wait, but--but you need to ask questions, right?" she fumbles, her tone a quivering mess as water splashes against her neck. "Need to learn more about what--what meds I take?" He smirks, "I can learn that through the blood sample I took, Starflower," he leans against the tank edge, "That might give me more reliable results." A slight edge bites his tone. God, that terror in her eyes almost makes up for the smarting numbness in his chest. She's babbling something now, trying to negotiate even though she's godawful at it. Something about the water terrifies her. And while he really doesn't care, he also doesn't care to be bothered by it for another twelve hours. Villain leans against the edge of the tank. "Alright, we're going to solve this here and now. Hold your breath." Hero screams, begs, thrashes even. But Villain pulls her head underwater completely. It's not long, hardly more than ten seconds, but she's a mess when he lifts her back up. "Stop--s-stop, please--!" "No, no, you're doing great, Starflower. Just relax," He pulls her under again. This time she gulps a breath just before the water closes over her head. He keeps her down there until he feels the telltale twitch of panic, that jolt in the chest when the lungs are screaming for air. Villain draws her up. She drinks in oxygen with a shrieking sob. "Wh--why are you doing this?" "Because it makes no sense that something as basic as water completely debilitates you," Villain says. He tilts her head back so her eyes are submerged. "And I want to find out why." She's caught began defensive anger and abject terror, "You already said my--my powers don't work!" "And you said they do," he jerks her down abruptly but then lifts her up before the water can fill her mouth. "So who's in the wrong?" "Fuck you--" she says, convulsing with panic. "you villains are all--the fucking same--" "Is that your own opinion or is that another thing Superhero planted in your head?" He can feel the twitch in his pupils and sees her shrink in disgust. She must have seen it, the look. "Listen, I tried to be nice, Starflower," he supports under her neck, tilting her head a little closer, "But it's amazing how much three thousand volts to the chest can really piss a doctor off, y'know? And if Supervillain wants to keep you trapped underwater, well...then I guess I'm not done teaching you how to swim."

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