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incorrectnevermoor · 2 years

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hihi i have some angst i would like to share: i headcanon that jupiter has this awful fear of the dark, experiencing flashbacks to his own fright trial perhaps? to him, shadows are representative of losing his talent and a failure to protect his family. (also, the hunt of smoke and shadow was really terrifying for jupiter, maybe even more for him than most. besides the massacre bit, jupiter distrusts squall for having an entire beautiful power and using it to create an army of shadows. sketchy.)

Focusing on the hunt bit, can you imagine him trying desperately to tamp down that fear the entire way from Jackalfax to Nevermoor as he did his best to not only save Mog, but also keep her as calm as possible?

Not being able to even think about the fact that “hey, the literal monsterification of you WORST FEAR is biting at your heels right now and you could not only die yourself but also take this literal child down with you if you mess up at any point”? Recipe for an anxiety attack, if you ask me. Jupiter’s hands were probably shaking, heartbeat ratcheting up to the heavens and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears.

ALSO, we know the fright trials are. Bad. Pretty Bad. Jove himself called it the Nervous Breakdown Trial so, is believing that he’s talking about his own personal experience with it that far fetched? I don’t think so.

If we consider the fear of the dark as more of a… fear of the unknown, his Fright Trial must’ve been traumatizing for real. We thought Mog’s was bad? Where she got chased by the hunt of smoke and shadow at the end? Imagine 11 year old Jupiter, just having gotten out of the first part of the trial, shaking, panting, trying to find an OUNCE of calm, walking into a pitch dark room. Can’t find the exit, doesn’t know if it’s part of the trials as well or if something went terribly wrong. Doesn’t know if he’s alone in there or if there’s something… else. Is he hearing things or is something following him? The hairs on the back of his neck are prickling. Muscles twitching as the adrenaline starts kicking in. Senses on overdrive, he’s on high alert. Why is his knack not working? It’s dark and it’s cold and he can’t see anything and his breathings coming quicker, is the room getting smaller? How can his vision swim when he CAN’T SEE?

Anyway, thank you for the sweet sweet angst, dear anon, lovely headcanon. I’m a fiend who enjoys these kinds of things, keep ‘em coming!

#tw: nyctophobia #tw: darkness #just to be safe #Making characters suffer is how I show love #and this poor ginger in the loml so #thanks for sharing!!!#nevermoor #nevermoor: the trials of morrigan crow #wundersmith #wundersmith: the calling of morrigan crow #hollowpox #hollowpox: the hunt for morrigan crow #jupiter north #headcanon #ask

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thedrifter143 · 1 year

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“Nyctophobia 1″ -By C Miller THIS PICTURED IS EDITED AND IS NOT REAL.

#tw: scopophobia #tw: nyctophobia #I decided to get creative #My Art #TW: horror #better viewed on mobile

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welcome-to-roomba-fazbender · 2 years

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I just kinda wanna,,, s q u i s h (legacy) Charlie.(platonically)

the sounds of heavy breathing could be heard and suddenly out of the corner of the mysterious pitch black room eyes appeared ...

you could hear the very tall buff man chuckle but ... his voice didn't sound like it was inside the room

"... touching me at all comes at a very high cost and i don't think you are prepared for that ..."

soon you could even hear him breathing in your ear then suddenly

THE EYES DISSAPERED AND THE DOOR SLAMMED SHUT THE ROOM COMPLETELY BLACK

the last thing you hear is metal scraping against metal

...

#legacy verse #legacy charlie #charlie the phone guy #charlie the cursed phone guy #eldritch horror #tw: horror #tw: scopophobia #tw: Nyctophobia

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doombum · 5 months

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I once again made Evan suffer for the #CC weekend bash. I was planning on doing fluffy stuff but the angst just keeps inviting itself to the party apparently.

@and-stir-the-stars

Sunday 7th: Trust / Betrayal / Trapped

Trigger warning: Panic attacks, Claustrophobia, Nyctophobia, Implied child death, Blood mention

Evan woke up to the sound of laughter resonating around the corridor and he immediately clutched Fredbear close to his chest at the unexpected darkness he was met with. He whimpered into the plush’s soft fur as he struggled to find the switch of his bedside lamp, turning it on as quickly as he could and letting out a sigh of relief as his room was illuminated.

He looked around and immediately noticed that his curtains had been drawn close at some point during the night, most probably by his dad - he had made a habit of doing so since finding out Evan was scared of the dark, telling him that he needed to grow out of his childish fears.

Going up to open them back up and letting the sunlight of the early morning enter his room, he also realised that his door was shut. He gripped Fredbear even tighter at the sight as he tried to calm himself.

He shakily walked towards the door, feeling tears already forming in the corner of his eyes as it started to become harder to breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on him and he needed to leave as quickly as possible before it crushed him.

Making his way there, he stumbled over his toys, scattered around the room, almost falling several times as he became more and more desperate to open the door. He grabbed the handle with sweaty hands, struggling to get a good hold on it before he pulled it down, frowning when it didn't do anything.

He tried again, and again, and again, growing more and more frantic as the door wouldn't budge.

A whimper left his throat and he turned around, eyes darting around his room to try to find another exit. He fell back against the door, clutching at his shirt in an attempt to calm his raging heartbeat as he realised his window was out of the question - his dad still needed to fix the broken latch - and there was no other way out.

“No, no, no !” He muttered to himself, dropping onto his knees and rocking back and forth. “Please, let me out !”

Gripping tightly at Fredbear, he shut his eyes closed to avoid looking at the suffocating room that was getting smaller and smaller. It was going to crush him.

He hadn't even realised he had started yelling pleas to be let out until he heard Mike on the other side of the door, fumbling with the handle and yelling back for him to calm down.

At the sound, Evan hurriedly turned around, still on his knees, hitting and scratching at the door desperately until his hands started to bleed. He only stopped when the door finally opened and he could breathe again.

He wasted no time pulling himself forward and into the corridor, desperately needing to get away from his room. As a result, he launched himself right into Mike's legs as his brother stood just outside the door with his hand still on the handle.

“Shit !” Instead of pushing him off, like Evan had expected him to, Michael kneeled down and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tightly. “I’m… sorry.”

Evan’s eyes widened at the hesitant words, his brother never having apologised to him before, but his surprise quickly gave way to a sense of betrayal as he took in the words.

“You locked me in there ?” He could hear his voice wavering at the thought, the tears that had started to stop starting to flood down again.

“It was just a prank !” Mike pulled away, crossing his arm and taking a defensive tone. Evan looked down at the ground, having a hard time understanding how his own brother could do that to him. “You weren’t supposed to freak out like that !”

“I couldn’t get out…” He said between sobs, his mind still trying to process what had happened. “I- I-”

Mike started to rub his back awkwardly and Evan cried even harder at the comforting motion. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” After a moment, his brother tried to pull him away. A bit of struggle later, Evan was held at arm's length, trying to avoid his brother's gaze. “I won’t do that again.”

At that, he looked up at his brother's face, taking note of how serious and openly worried he looked. “You promise ?”

Mike hunched a bit at that, and looked away for a moment before he exhaled and nodded. “Yeah, I promise.”

Evan smiled shyly, still a bit wary of the older’s words. To reassure himself, he held out his pinky for Mike to seal his promise. His brother huffed and rolled his eyes but linked his own pinky anyway before ruffling his hair and pulling him back up on his feet. “Now, come on. Let's get you cleaned up.”

Evan giggled at the motion and followed Mike down the corridor, hoping he could actually trust him to respect his promise and never lock him somewhere ever again.

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Evan woke up to complete silence and darkness filling his vision. Terrified out of his mind, he tried to search for his beloved plush, wanting to feel the comfort it always brought him, but found his body completely unresponsive. Panic rose in his chest as he tried to blink to clear his vision but nothing happened.

What was happening? Why was it so dark ? Where was he ?

He tried voicing his questions, calling for help, desperate for someone, anyone, to hear him. But nothing came out other than a static sound that made him wince and want to curl in on himself.

He didn't understand. Why couldn't he speak ? Why couldn't he move ? What was happening to him ?

He struggled to remember, his mind racing through his panic and getting glimpses of balloons, cake and blood. So much blood. Why was there so much blood ?

He had been crying, pleading to be let go - he could remember that. But they wouldn't leave him alone. They had dragged him. Who were they ? He couldn't remember.

He tried to think, tried to see it, but the only thing coming up was the image of his father's terrifying animatronics. Surrounding him. Dragging him. Laughing while he was screaming.

Thinking harder, desperate for answers, he realised he knew those. They weren't animatronics. They were Michael's friends and their scary masks. Tormenting him.

Was it… Was it Mike ? Did Mike put him here ? Did he lock him here ? He said he wouldn't do it again. He promised him. Evan had trusted him.

Why would he do that ? Did he do something wrong ?

Please. Mike. I'm scared. Please, help me. I didn't mean to, whatever it was I did, I didn't mean to ! Please, let me out !

He tried to move again, but the most he achieved was to produce a weird creaking sound. He felt so heavy, like he was buried under a mountain of metal.

The darkness was becoming more and more oppressive the longer he stared into it, and it seemed to have swallowed him entirely. He almost wished he could just close his eyes and never wake up again.

Despair gripped at him as he realised he had no way out this time. No-one was around - the silence so overbearing - and even if there was someone, he couldn't move or speak to tell them he was there.

But Mike had to know he was here, right ? If he was the one who locked him here. He would come back for him. He would open the door and let him out. Like he did back in his bedroom. He wouldn't just leave him there. Would he ?

How long had he been here ? It felt like minutes. It felt like years. Was Mike trying to save him ? Had he forgotten about him ?

Maybe it wasn't him ? But then he wouldn't know where he was. Who he is. He wouldn't come for him. He wouldn't know it's him that's stuck here.

In a small, terrified final attempt to reach out for help, he whispered again into the void, hoping one day, someone will come and save him: “It's me.”

#cc weekend bash #cc afton #evan afton #tw panic attack #implied death #blood mention #claustrophobia #nyctophobia #bullying #michael afton #angst

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actress4him · 8 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 11 - Royal AU

This is the second piece I've written for the Brumaria Royal AU (neither of which have actually had Bruno in them). The first one can be found here and tells the story of Kamaria becoming the Princess of Ethorcon!

Taglist: @painful-pooch

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” | “No one will find you.”

Contains: lady whump, referenced past whump of a minor, claustrophobia, nyctophobia, corporal punishment, referenced beating, minor sh (scratching)

It’s so dark.

Kamaria rubs her hands up and down her satin skirt, trying to give her mind something to focus on besides the darkness. The rustle it makes is extraordinarily loud in the stillness. It’s no longer enough, though, not after this long standing in the tiny space, so she clenches her hands into fists, letting her long fingernails dig into her palms.

She needs out.

How long has it been, anyway? Time passes strangely in here. Minutes seem like hours, but the times that she convinces herself it hasn’t been that long, she’s just being dramatic, half a day has passed.

Her legs and back ache from standing in the same position, so likely it’s been at least an hour. It feels like it’s been many hours. She raises up onto her toes, relishing the stretch in her calves. On the way back down, though, her shoulder bumps up against the side of the wardrobe. The reminder of how small the space is buzzes through her whole body.

She needs out she needs out she needs out now.

She wants to scream, and kick, and generally raise a ruckus until someone comes and lets her out of here. She’s tried that before, though, back when she was young and first came to live at the castle. Either it does nothing but tire her out, because there’s no one around to hear, or Roderick does hear and she pays dearly for her insolence.

Right now, a beating or caning seems like it would be welcome, just because it would take place out in the open and the light. But she stays quiet, anyway. Scratching furiously at her arms placates some of the need to act out.

When all this first started, she wasn’t even bothered by darkness or small spaces. Even the first few times Roderick locked her in here, it wasn’t that bad. Frustrating, yes, but it didn’t make her anxious. Of course back then, she was small enough that she could sink to the floor, curl up and even nap.

She thinks it changed the first time he left her an entire day and night. She thought he’d forgotten her. And that’s the fear now, irrational as it may be - what if he forgets about her? What if something happens to him and no one else knows where she is? What if he decides she needs even more punishment and takes it too far, leaving her here until she starves or dehydrates or maybe simply loses all of her senses?

No one else but the two of them ever come into this room. No one will find her.

She knows it’s stupid. He’s left her for an entire day and night more than once, but it’s never been longer than that. Still, every time he starts pushing her this direction, her stomach churns and she considers falling to her knees and begging him to punish her another way. She’ll never actually go that far, of course. It would give him too much satisfaction. But the anxiety of facing hours in the darkness crawls up her throat and threatens to choke her every time.

Has it been another hour yet? She’s starting to get a headache. Whether from lack of sleep, food, or water, she has no idea.

If she could only braid a strand of her hair, that would keep her occupied, but it’s all pinned up in a ridiculous Ethorconite hairstyle. Scratching her arms is good. The sting of it keeps her from going crazy. Roderick will fuss about how she’s marred her skin later and she’ll have to wear long sleeves until the marks disappear, but it’s worth it.

She stops moving suddenly, straining to listen. There was something out there, something made a noise…right? She could swear she heard a footstep or maybe a door shutting.

The seconds tick by, the only sound her shaky breathing, hitting the wooden door and bouncing back to her ears. Please please please…

No one opens the door. The darkness stretches on.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #lyric #all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed #no one will find you #original content #fic #minor whump tw #claustrophobia tw #nyctophobia tw #corporal punishment tw #self harm tw #shadow of death #kamaria the assassin #royal au #lady whump #lady whumpee #fantasy oc #whump series

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atwistedandbrokentale · 7 days

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Breaking free

So I made a part two for my wish and Snow White crossover au! This is actually going to be a series I’m gonna work on so be on the lookout for future projects!

This chapter was a bit rushed so it’s probably not very good 😭. The next chapters will probably take longer.

Also no summary for this. Technically this is a shorter part, more of a interlude than an actual chapter but it’s still necessary to understand for the full story

A maid was cleaning the queen’s private room, using her broom to sweep dust around aimlessly. The maid wasn’t supposed to sweep. She was supposed to polish the queen’s mirror. But she really didn’t want to. Something about it creeped her out. She didn’t know why.

The mirror looked like an ordinary mirror. It was formed from iron, copper and obsidian instead of glass. The frame was made from mountain ash wood. Two snakes were intertwined around its frame, representing wisdom. The 12 zodiac signs hung around the frame.

A small crack was made a few hours earlier.

There was a lot of mystery surrounding the mirror. The Queen would stay in her room with it, talking by herself. Some servants would overhear a deep voice responding. A voice they never heard before. But no one was allowed inside. Only Snow White cleaned her private room.

The queen was extremely vain and proud. And it was no secret the queen was jealous of Snow’s beauty. That she would outshine her. That’s why she was made to work with the servants instead of being treated like the princess she was. Trying to hide her beauty by covering it up with dirt and rags.

Snow was the only one given the “privilege” to clean the private room. She would spend hours inside, far longer than the queen did. She was always happier afterwards. Once again, they heard the voice. Only it was different. The voice would talk for far longer, about different things. It seemed more human.

The servants would often wonder who the voice was. Some thought it was a demon straight out of hell. Others thought it was the queen’s familiar, a spirit bound to her. Another theory was that the voice was her father, a maker of mirrors who got trapped in his own creation. No one was entirely sure.

Suddenly the maid’s broom got snagged on something, breaking her train of thought. The maid looked and saw green magic holding her broom. A fae, the maid thought. The fae were known for being vicious tricksters. Although she never heard of their magic being green hand-like streams.

Still the maid tugged on her broom. The maid did not have time for magical trickery. She needed to procrastinate clean. The maid was so focused on getting her broom, she didn’t realize what was about to happen. With the way she was positioned, her broom threatened to stab the mirror.

And with one final tug, that’s exactly what it did.

The maid looked back in horror. A giant hole was deep in the glass. Cracks covered around the surface. You couldn't see anything now. It was useless. The maid held her neck, choking back tears. She knew she would be hung for this. The queen had burned girls for less.

Suddenly a green light shone through the cracks. It got brighter and brighter until the maid felt like she would go blind. The zodiac signs around the frame shined as well. Their light was blue instead. But it was just as bright. These lights started to almost break the mirror with its force.

The maid backed away slowly, covering her eyes. The mirror shattered entirely. Broken glass scattered around the room, miraculously missing the maid. The room darkened and the maid could open her eyes again. She let out a hurt sob when she saw the damage. Now she was really dead.

Suddenly a bright ball of blue light emerged from the pit. The maid looked at it. It looked like a cloud. No true singular shape but vaguely formed into a sphere. It was gold in the middle with a blue cloud layered on top. It looked like a small galaxy. Green streams were attracted to it. Like puppet strings.

The ball flew past the maid and she saw it started to change. The green streams wrapped around the blue ball like a blanket. It glowed quite softly. Then it started to take a shape. Limbs started to form. A head started to materialize. A body was visible. It started to become human.

Green hues became brown and bruised. Clothes covered its body, tattered, faded, and torn. Gray hair formed, messy and wild. Chains wrapped around him. As the maid saw this unfolding, she realized something. This mirror held a man. It was his voice everyone was hearing.

The man had fully formed. He floated for a moment then fell down, weak. The maid panicked at this sight. The green chains broke, leaving him almost free. The maid rushed to help him. “What-? Are-? Are you ok?” The man managed to lift himself up a bit. He turned his head to her and spoke.

“Thank you.”

The maid looked at the man. She wasn’t sure what to think. She never would have thought something like this could happen to her. She just stared silently. The man tried to stand up. He seemed to be unsteady so the maid helped him. She noticed that the man was quite handsome.

His eyes looked like small mirrors. Hazy but shadows of reflections could be seen. Cracks were coming from his eyes, giving him a glassy look. His clothes might have been sophisticated once but not anymore. They were ruined after years of work. His gray hair gave him a disheveled and unkempt look.

“I’m free.. Thank you.” The man spoke. “O-Oh, you're-you’re welcome.” The maid stuttered out. The man looked around, letting the maid’s hands go. The maid watched him. The man was in awe, finally being in the room after simply seeing it from the mirror. He didn’t show it, however. He kept his stoic expression.

“It has been years since I’ve been out of the mirror.” The man said. The rumors, the maid remembered. “How long have you been in there?” The maid asked with concern. Surely it couldn’t have been that long, the maid reassured herself. The queen was only mortal, after all.

“2,824 years.” The man said.

The maid covered her mouth with shock. Thousands of years? How? Why? What happened? The maid felt bad for this innocent man. “I’m so sorry” the maid said, “That sounds awful.” She couldn’t imagine what that felt like. All alone for years. “It was not your fault. It was my own.” The man just said.

The man seemed to be regretful, yet once again he didn’t show it. He was always stoic. The maid gave a sorrowful smile. “Well, now that you’re out, what are you going to do?” The man turned and looked at her. “I have important business to attend to.” He moved around her and walked away.

The maid never saw him again.

M walked down the stairs. He looked at the wall and started running his hand against it. It was strange. He knew what was outside of his mirror. He knew about the walls and how they were built. How they became worn down with age. But for 31 years, he never got to experience it for himself.

He saw a large crack run against the wall. Created by sustained rain damage. A small hole was a few feet above him. Chewed through by rats. A small rat crawled out and skittered around. A eurasian harvest mouse. Born 9 months ago. She hissed at him. He didn’t flinch.

M walked past the mouse. He needed to help Snow. He knew she was safe. The huntsmen tasked to do the job spared her instead. He could not bear to hurt such an innocent soul and sent her away. However Snow was scared. She was in the dark forest, hallucinating out of fear.

M had to repay her. She treated him not as a slave but as a friend. That’s what made her the fairest. Snow was kind and selfless, always caring about others. It reminded him of Asha, the girl who overthrew him so long ago. Asha would always see the light in darkness. Even if Snow was younger, they were so alike.

He knew a part of him wanted to start over with her, treat her like the daughter he never had. As a way of redeeming herself. Of making things right. M made a promise that he would protect his citizens at all costs. Now he will finally fulfill it. For Amaya. For Asha. For Star.

M stopped at the castle door. It was the same door that the queen used to carry his crystal into the active prison he lived in for years. He knew what it looked like but he never saw it for himself. He used to dream about opening it. Now that dream will finally come true.

Sunlight flooded M’s eyes, forcing him to cover his face. He wasn’t used to being in the natural light for so long. M looked around the castle garden. For years he knew about the outside, the magic telling him everything from his mirror prison. But now he can finally experience it for himself.

Birds were flying. Singing their songs for the spring. Clouds floating above them. He felt a soft wind blowing, sending leaves and flowers all over the air. A forest grew. M walked up to them. They were red wood trees. Planted 500 years ago. 78 different species lived in these woods. M realized something.

Everything changed. There were new species that never existed before. Animals that can speak, a byproduct of Star visiting thousands of years ago. And yet it stayed the same. It was all still as beautiful as it was two thousand years ago. M started to stoically weep.

He was truly free.

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megabonniex · 2 months

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Phobia AU - Nyctophobia T.XML

Nyctophobia T.XML looks similar to Original T.XML but he's fully pure black with glowing eyes. His sharp teeth aren't visible, but he can show his sharp teeth. Nyctophobia T.XML rather stay silent but he can do growling and screeches. He can only come out at Night. He is very hard to be hit due to his body is pure darkness, but his weakness is Light. He hates light as well. Natural Light doesn't hurt him but he doesn't like it. Sunlight and Light attacks can hurt him. If someone shines at Nyctophobia T.XML too long with their flashlight, it causes Nyctophobia T.XML to aggro towards to someone who shines at him too long

Nyctophobia T.XML's Nightmare form

Nyctophobia T.XML's Nightmare form is big version of himself, but he has very sharp claws, alot of sharp teeth, and skinny legs. He able to transform into his nightmare form. It gives off fear aura

[Nyctophobia - Fear of Dark]

#fnf #fnf au #friday night funkin #friday night funkin au #fnf au t.xml #phobia t.xml #phobia #phobia au #tw nyctophobia #info about character

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sheepiling · 2 years

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Simstober Day 26: Darkness

I have Nyctophobia. This is the most terrifying picture to me. 😱

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mom, can you pick me up? i’m scared

#simstober challenge #simstober 2022 #simstober #sims 4 #ts4 #simself #simblr #sheepy shorts #spook #simself save #tw: darkness #tw:darkness #trigger warning darkness #tw darkness #nyctophobia #island living #IL

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yashicanandarchive · 1 year

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⌝ Typically Yashica was able to wait until morning before she left work, she could keep herself in Supernaturals until the sun rose and she could walk to grab a coffee and do the rest of her day before she inevitably collapsed and slept for a few hours in bed at home. She didn't need to be outside in the evening air. However, tonight she had promised the building manager she'd be back inside before three am so that he could shut down the building buzzers while they were replaced - meaning she wouldn't be able to get back inside after three until at least the following afternoon.

⌝. So Yash had prepared, or so she thought, walking along the desolate week night streets of South Opulence in the direction of her apartment in Descray. The mortal girl had an industrial size flashlight she had been testing for a few nights, she made sure not to bring her typically large purse and instead had a backpack on her and she just needed to make it home. It hadn't quite occured to her that testing the light with such frequency would mean she was using the battery, a lot of battery, and as she rounded a corner in Descray towards her home the brilliant light illuminating the dirty street began to flicker.

⌝ "Don't - don't do this," Yash practically stuttered as her palm hit the slide of the light, temporarily holding it's brilliance while the young woman paused where she stood, brown ballet flats pressed to one another alongside the length of her feet to keep her steady as her whole body seemed to quiver and her heart rate began to increase. "Seriously?" Yashica grew frustrating, a thud with a rattle of batteries in plastic each time she hit the light, a few times it returned, but eventually the violence she was putting against it was not enough to retain the light and Yash was left with only flickering dull street lights.

⌝ The girl did not cope well with this, the pounding in her chest growing into an erratic pounding, her breath becoming hard. Yashica tried to focus on where there was light, rushing forward to stand beneath the street light but in doing so she dropped the flashlight, object hitting the concrete hard and shattering, causing Yashica to let out a violent scream that echoed through the streets, high pitched and ripping through the cool night air.

@drgarneau

#nyctophobia tw #i obviously do not have a gif for this haha #drgarneau

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libertys-lovers · 2 years

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✨🌕Melody of the Night🌕✨

During a late night working, The Journalist hears mysterious music echoing across the RED Base grounds. What could possibly be the source of this tune?

SHIP: 🏜️📰One Shot📰🏜️ (Sniper x Journalist)

WARNINGS: Nyctophobia (the fear of the night/darkness) + Descriptions of suffering from Nyctophobia + Swearing

The nighttime never promised much to the Mercenaries. Not a single spark of action, but not really much peace either. After all, it may have been rare for the opposing team to attack at night, but that doesn't mean it was impossible for them to. The night, if anything, was a time for rest... or at least, it was supposed to be.

For The Journalist, nighttime was the only time she could really work. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing; all she had to do was rewrite her notes from the day into a proper report, maybe listen to some music while doing so. It wasn't anything she could complain about. She had worse things to worry about, such as the opposing Spy, who seemed to have an unhealthy fascination with both stabbing backs and stealing her notes. Tonight wasn't a scheduled interrogation night though, so she was spared from his unsuccessful shennanigans... or so she was sure, right? The more she thought of it, the more she couldn't remember. She was sure it was fine though. Her brain was always rather rude at night, making her worry over the smallest of details. And so, she'd dismiss the entire matter, throwing on her Deadbeats and focusing solely on her work.

She typed away on her desktop, spacing out to the sound of her keyboard fading into the music. Or, perhaps "spacing out" is too soft of a term; she truly got lost in these songs, finding backing sounds she never noticed before. One tune was especially outstanding to her; she couldn't identify what instrument it was, but it had a sudden entry into the song. It was faded, but still bombastic and energetic. It'd dance between the main rhythm, ending sporadically only to rebuild itself in the same fashion. It almost felt... out of place. Journals couldn't help but be intrigued by it; she'd rewind her music just to try to single out that piece...

But it wasn't the same as when she first heard it.

No, the vibes of this backing piece were the same, but these were definitely different notes, right? She'd rewind over and over again, and each time it was different. That’s when it hit her.

She took off her Deadbeat headphones, listening closely to the ambience around her. Sure enough, the faded song was still audible. In fact, it was even louder than before! She rose from her desk, unsure of exactly what to do. Her mind was racing through 50 different questions. What was the music? Who was playing the music? Who would've still been up anyway? Was it one of her teammates, or was it an opposing member who just comedically revealed themselves? Her speculative answers reawoke her worrying nature, and yet that only fueled her curiosity. She'd take a deep breath, and ultimately decide to let her inner "horror movie protagonist" shine. Donning herself with nothing more than slippers, a flashlight, and a jacket to cover her barren arms, she'd creep outside of her office to explore the base.

The base was already a winding mess of halls during the day, but at night it felt all the more hopeless to wander through. She'd lean her ear against plenty of the fort's doors, but to no avail. When she wasn't closely listening, her eyes were glued to the floor, though sometimes she'd take foolish glances through the windows. They only revealed a barren desert under a blanket of black, but that rarely made her feel better. It still felt like something could be hidden out there, watching through.

"Alright... alright fine... I'll just peak once... and then that'll be it. There's nothing out there, Liberty. Nothing at all..." muttered The Journalist, to untrusting ears.

Step, by step, by agonizing step, she made her way to the window. She was near one of the doors, probably a side door? She didn't come to this part of the fort that often, so she wasn't exactly sure where she was-. What she was sure of, however, was that the music had grown much louder. She didn't even realize it while walking; her freaked-out lil mind must've blocked that fact out. And though she saw nothing new through the window, it was definite that the sound was coming from outside. She froze, just wanting to close her eyes and breathe for a bit. Every sense was isolated, every sense but her hearing. Her focus made her realize another thing; the sound was all too familiar.

"Is that... that's gotta be a saxophone, right? I've heard this before... I know what this is".

She made her way to the door, trying as gently as she could to ease it open. She failed, of course, since every door there was both old and loud as hell, but it seems the sound didn't matter. She turned her flashlight off and looked in the distance, where the faint figure of a camper and its owner rested. There that owner was, sitting alone as he blasted his saxophone to the stars above. That was the source of the music, the source of Journals's troubles; it was just Sniper playing his damn sax.

Journals couldn't help but stand there and laugh to herself, letting her held-in tears of panic finally fall. She let herself get this anxious over a damn teammate doing band practice. Not even just a coworker, no, she had to get freaked out over the love of her life just minding his business. The nighttime was a beautiful state of the world for Journals. Hell, she'd consider it her favorite time of day, but she sure hated how irrationally it made her think sometimes. She couldn't be too mad though; she did walk out to a lovely sound, after all. Nobody could deny Mundy's talent for the instrument, even if it did surprise everyone when he first showed it off. Maybe she could stay here for a little while; she certainly didn't wanna walk through all the halls again.

She stepped through the doorway and closed the door... or at least tried to. The damn thing got jammed, and she resorted to leaning her bodyweight on it. Bad move; the thing crashed shut, and the sax solo immediately cut-off. Journals watched the shadowed figure put his instrument down, only to take hold of something else. A bright light popped into existence; thank god, it was just a flashlight. Journals got flashed right in the eyes though, truly a fate worse than death.

"AH- Shit- Well hello to you too, Mundy!", shouted Journals, inbetween laughter.

"Libs? Crikey, is that really you down there?!".

"Yup! ...yup".

Sniper made his way down the camper, jogging over to Journals. He opened his mouth, a slight smile cracking through, before reshaping his entire expression with furrowed brows.

"Wait a minute- How do I know you're not one of those Spies?", inquired Sniper.

"Oh? Can they even turn into me? That'd be kinda neat... maybe a bit OP though-", responded Journals, devolving into mindless speculation of what the Spies could do as her.

Sniper interrupted her train of thought with a laugh: "Alright, you're definitely not a spy".

The circumstances they met under finally clicked for him though; it must've been 2 in the morning by now, and there was this woman, clearly dressed for bed with stains down her face, just standing in the desert with him. Mundy had one question for her, until he took a closer look at what sort of stains her face had: those dreaded tear stains. From that point, he had a few too many questions.

"But bloody hell sheila, what're you even doing out here? You look all sorts of shaken up! Did something happen in there? You're not hurt, are ya-?".

"No! Nonononono, I'm all good! I've been like this for a while now, don't worry about it!".

"Liberty...”, he called with great suspicion, “are you sure...?".

"Yeah man! I mean, I freaked out earlier, but it was stupid, I promise. Somehow your sax ended up scaring me".

"My sax? Now how did that happen?".

"Hell if I know; I guess I just get real nervous at night. I mean, I wasn't really expecting to hear a random saxophone outside my room tonight, ya know?”.

A single "hmm" made it through Mundy's lips. He nodded; he knew the sentiment all too well. Nighttime wasn't really easy for him, either.

"But... it did sound really nice... Gorgeous, even! I was actually just gonna sit here and listen for a bit... but THEN the damn door sabotaged me"; Journals couldn't help but laugh again, at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

She was expecting laughter in return, or at least a giggle! But no, instead she was met with the sight of Mundy rubbing his neck. If only the lighting was better, perhaps she would've noticed that it wasn't just sunburn making his face red.

"Sorry if I interrupted though-".

"No, don't be"; his intonation softened greatly, just as his body language did. He was barely a few stages above muttering at this point.

Silence quickly filled the space between two of them. Not once did their eyes meet, though many glances were taken from both sides.

"Well... if you wanted to listen still... I wouldn't mind ya joining me".

"Really? I don't wanna be an inconvenience or anything-".

Mundy paused, being caught rather off guard. "Now where'd you get the idea that you'd be an inconvenience?".

He decided to make his move; walking to Journals's side and softly grazing his hand across her back, he began walking her to the camper.

"Come on now, love. Unless you're afraid of heights too, there's no trouble at all with ya coming along", said Mundy, trying to hide his signature grin.

"Heeeeyyyy now; don't get all snarky with me, hehe~", muttered Journals, unsure if she wanted him to hear her wit.

Almost instinctively, Journalist leaned in towards him, nuzzling her cheek to his chest. Another restrained giggle rose from her chords, and just like that, Sniper's entire being was back to being stiff. Journals wasn't done with him just yet though. Rising to the tip of her toes and staring through his soul, she muttered those magical words.

"May I~?".

Mundy froze in his tracks. Somehow he never expects that question to pop up. But, of course, the answer wasn’t too hard for him to think of.

"You may".

Journals stretched upwards, as far as her body could reach. She'd sheepishly wrap her arms around Mundy's neck for balance, only so she could plant a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you, Mundy~ Thanks... for, well, everything. Even for bullying me about my deeply-rooted fears~".

She lightly tapped him on the arm as she spoke that final part, shaking her head and glancing at him with a taunting smirk. Mundy ever-so-lightly punched her shoulder in retaliation.

"Yeah, yeah~”: that was the most he could think of to say... until he realized he could give her something back.

“hmm... May I, Libs?".

Journals fell back to her feet, placing a finger to her cheek and glancing to the sky.

"Weeeeelllllllllllll... I guess soooo~", she teased, immediately rising back to her toes.

She closed her eyes, her smiling cheeks only growing stronger once she felt his lips upon them. She couldn't help but return to her basic stature and cup her face once it was over, though she took great care that her hand wouldn't taint the kissed spot too much. Mundy, all the while, couldn't be more entertained. He was almost tempted to ditch the saxophone gig entirely, but he couldn't deny his curiosity on what her expression would be during it. Would she be smiling as hard as she was now, or would her expression be painted with pure whimsy? He just couldn't wait to find out.

"I love you too, darling. Ya better keep that energy while I'm playing. I'm not sure how good you're expecting me to be here".

"Mundy. I heard ya earlier, and I can guarantee I've heard you a thousand times before. You're gonna be absolutely stunning, I just know it!".

Before they knew it, they had already arrived to his signature camper. Sniper helped his date climb to the top, where he was greeted by not just his newest audience member, but his trusted audience of stars. He grabbed his sax and prepared to blow, hoping with all his might that the night could last forever. Or maybe he was just hoping that Heavy wouldn't come out to yell at him to stop again; he wasn't sure which one it was, and frankly he didn't care. He just wanted to make the most of the night; to make the most of the opportunity that just waltzed in from the shadows.

#AAYYYEEE!!!! First fic on the account let’s GO #I’ll probably keep popping in to this post to see if there’s more edits I wanna make #but like I’ve read through this nearmost 10 times #self ship #self shipper #self shipping #self ship fic #self ship writing #romantic f/o #🏜️📰one shot📰🏜️#tw nyctophobia #cw nyctophobia #gif #gif warning #💞📕💞Once Upon a Time💞📕💞

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npdflowey · 2 years

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the girl by your bed

#horror #(?)#tw body horror #probably #well i guess thats horror fjsbfjsbf idk #darkness + nyctophobia + wild imagination = a really scary shit i see in the corner of my eyes #art #doodle #sketch #lmao there are so many filtres #filters*

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viciouslyfilthy · 1 year

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Your muse found themselves in a dark and humid place. Liquid, presumably water, dripping from somewhere deep withing this cavernous place.

Silence, only the faint dripping noise being the only thing your muse could hear from afar, until-

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Followed by what seemed to be a person giggling from afar. A light emerged from somewhere deep withing this tight cave. The darkness only made the feeling of getting crushed between each wall you bumped into even stronger. They almost felt like they were closing in.

With nowhere else to go, your muse had no other choice than to follow the light. And that giggling. And that...crunching of flesh.

Soon, your muse was greeted by a rather odd sight: a tall, pale figure of what seemed to be a human woman, feeding some bits of meat to a pair of...well, more inhuman creatures. They looked like vampire bats- except they lacked wings and were the same size as a toddler.

The woman was completely naked, from what was visible; this couldn't have been a normal human woman, as she possessed two large wings, covered in white feathers that seemed to emanate a faint light, rested behind her, closed. Not to mention she had four visible breasts instead of two. Whatever could be visible from below was another story entirely...

Apart from masculine genitalia, the entirety of her bottom half was closely resemblant of that of a satyr from greek mythology, except that instead of being a horse-half, it appeared to be a goat's half.

Next to the figure was a lantern, it's glow was ghostly pale with a tint of blue; the smaller creatures were fighting over a single piece of meat while a third one that emerged from the dark took advantage of the situation to steal the rest. The entity was most likely being entertained by this 'food fight' they were having.

Silent or not, the entity would eventually take notice of your muse's presence, as she'd turn her gaze over to your direction.

"Oh? You're not supposed to be here." She simply declared, throwing one last piece of meat to the little goblin-looking creatures, and turning her body fully towards you. She picked up the lantern and shun it towards your muse's direction.

"I'm going to assume you don't know where you are. And I can assure you won't like knowing the answer; presuming you're from the Earth realm, this place is what you'd know as 'Hell'. " she droned, as if she gave this same speech a million times before and was growing annoyed of it.

#hi i rewatched As Above So Below and felt like writing another starter with shai because....inspo #infernal flames ( shai )#open;#nudity cw #religion tw #claustrophobia tw #nyctophobia tw

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clownieboo · 2 months

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Here in the Forest,

Dark and Deep

I fart so Hard,

It put me to Sleep.

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pickle-the-lad · 11 months

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I wrote the story last year, and it's posted on Wattpad, but for those who don't use that, I'm posting it here too💖 please read the tags before the story!

Why won't it stop smiling at me… The forest, lit blue by the midnight moon and its starry sky, but I stare at the ground.

It moves with me still, it's still shaped like me. But when I turn to keep walking, I feel it grow closer. And when I look back, it doesn't hide that fact as it slowly slinks back to form. My shadow is out to kill me, and it radiates impatience for its goal.

'What do I do, walk backwards home?' I think to myself as I remember the forest path to my house, a death trap watching where you're going.

Staring down at my captor, just trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. "This is crazy." I say under my breath, laughing to myself like a totally sane person. This makes no sense, absolute insanity, but I'm frozen… "I just have to turn around… right?"

But I stand there, hands in my hoodie's pockets, just staring at the ground… "just turn around, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Ṫ̷̡h̸͈̃e̸̮͛ń̸͉ ̸̠̓d̷̘͝o̴̦͌ ̵̦̽i̷̠͒t̸̥͋"

It's voice came from behind my ear… with icy breath and bitter aggravation.

So this is how absolute dread and insanity feels like. I laugh to myself as I realize the weight of this moment; Either I'm insane or dead and I don't know which.

I start carefully and slowly walking backwards, as the thing attached to my feet follows suit.

"Ẃ̴͙h̸͍͐a̴͈̋t̶̖̓ ̴̩̍á̷͈ȑ̵̠e̸̼͝ ̵̯́y̴͖͂o̷̱̎ū̶̘ ̸̟́s̶̯͋o̴͇̾ ̶̜̋a̵̦͝f̶̘͝r̷̙̃a̷̐͜ḯ̷̼d̷̮̆ ̶̠̅o̴͚̒f̶͇͐?̶̘͋" it's cold whisper, a heavy contrast to the warm breeze.

I press on, refusing… or unable to open my mouth to answer it's twisted question. As I walk under the forest canopy, I watch that thing melt into the shadows.

But instead of feelings of relief, overwhelming dread consumes me before I turn around and book it towards the street light. I just know if I make it there I'll be fine!

I feel the shadows around me gnaw and claw at my legs as I run. Laughter from all around me, maniacal and taunting. What is this nightmare I've stepped into!

I collapse into the yellow light, just trying to remember how to breathe. My Shadows slowly slides below me and it feels chained again. Like a shadow should be… but I'm still not home.

I look up at the shadows that cover the rest of my path. My legs burning, I give them a look over. They're covered in scratches, they don't look near as deep as they feel though. I look up at the Moon that I've admired for the past two and a half decades, wondering why she would do this to me…

The moon, who used to be my only comforting friend throughout the night… it's insane but I just know that it's her. It sounds so delusional, but looking back at my bleeding legs, it's the only thing that makes sense! There's no way just kicking up some gravel, and managing to avoid roots sticking up from the ground did this!

As the old light bulb flickers, I jolt up knowing I won't be safe there for long.

"A̷̜͛w̷̮̑~̷͇̈ ̸̦̑ȉ̷͍s̸̰̅ ̸͎̈́t̶͚̒h̸̼͒ė̷̼ ̴͈̔l̸͜͝i̷̺͌t̸͎̊t̵̪̂l̵̜͗e̸̪͝ ̵̻̏ḇ̶̀ǫ̴̈́y̸̘̅ ̷͍̀t̷̹̂h̶̥̾a̶͓͊ẗ̷̘ ̸͔̎s̴̥̃c̵̜̈́à̵͕r̵͉̋e̴̪͗d̵̻͠ ̵̢̉ǫ̷̈́f̸̙̾ ̶̗͐í̵̜t̵̮͗s̴̢̑ ̵̥̃o̵̝̾w̸̦͌n̷͓̈́ ̶̱͝s̶͇͂h̸͔͠ă̸̹d̸̩̂o̶̡̅w̵̼͝?̶̫̊"

Bolting down the road, in and out of the blue moonlight and her shadows. I see my driveway, alit with the blue and a shadow man waving at me with a shit-eating grin.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I turn into my driveway, skating and catching myself as I try to keep momentum.

"F̵̛̜a̸̔ͅs̸̙̚t̵͉͊e̸͒͜r̵͉͝" its gravelly laughter fills me with fear as I cry down the driveway begging to reach the porch light.

Throwing myself onto my porch, I turn around and watch as this yellow light bends my pursuer to its disdain. Standing right beside me, just as a shadow should.

I stumble inside, wash my wounds and bandage up my legs… this all happened just a couple of weeks ago. Now, whenever I look into the night, I'm just filled with dread and that nightmare creeps back into my mind…

I think I'm done with night walks for good…

#tw #cw #sciophobia #nyctophobia #horror story #horror writing #horror #difficult to read text #curse text #based on a true story #story writing #writing #writeblr #writer community #reading community #original story #short story

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