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GT 2023 Day 30: Coulrophobia

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Hope I didn't scare anyone too much with this! And hey, at least I got to draw a horror movie slasher once again! Am I gonna force myself to watch Terrifier later on? Maybe, not like I know anything else to do this Halloween.

Art the Clown belongs to Damien Leone.

I have the worst phobia of snakes and as a child, i started hyperfixating on snakes.

my existence is my own enemy.

Does Rafal have Thalassoharpaxophobia? (Google it...)

Note:

This will take a dark turn. Rafal did not appreciate your question.

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[They respond in unison:]

Rhian: Yes. / Rafal: No.

Rafal: [He glares at Rhian.] I don't fear pirates—they just don't sit right with me. Traitors, the whole lot of them!

Rhian: It's a phobia. Own up to it.

Rafal: Do you see me quaking in fear around them? No, I do not. There. That is your answer: I don't have a phobia.

Rhian: Just because you don't expose your fear doesn't mean you don't feel it.

Rafal: I don't have feelings.

Rhian: Not true. It seems you can feel rage perfectly well. And you're a sore loser.

Rafal: Again, you're wrong. I display emotions to my advantage. That doesn't mean they're real.

Rhian: Fair enough. But I still think you have a phobia, as brilliant a liar that you are.

Rafal: [He finally snaps.] It's not a phobia, Rhian!

Rhian: Whatever you say... and yet—how do you explain why you shoo every single pirate away?

Rafal: It's not because of me. It's-it's because of you! Just how do you expect me—us—to do our work when those foul pests are raising hell on School grounds? They're bad influences.

Rhian: And you're not one?

Rafal: I thought this was about them, not me.

Rhian: [stares at his brother in askance]

Rafal: Fine. I'll admit I'm a bad influence, but it's my job to be one. Think of the students. Besides, you're immune to me by this point, so it doesn't matter either way. Pirates are another story. They do affect you.

Rhian: So now you say you care about the students? What next? Another brazen, bald-faced lie?

Rafal: I'm done with this conversation. For the record, I do not have a phobia.

Rhian: No! Come back! It just became interesting!

[Rafal stalks off.]

[Rhian waits for him to be out of hearing range.]

Rhian: He definitely has a phobia.

Rafal: [shouting] You don't get the last word! I do.

Rhian: [shrugs] Petty. He always leaves me. If only he'd associate with pirates. He has a lot in common with them.

[Rafal halts in his tracks and returns suddenly.]

Rafal: If you’re insinuating I was a deserter, I told you that I wouldn't do it again. Hell, I wouldn't have left if I had known all that would come to pass under your authority.

Rhian: Empty words. Hot air. Guff. What more can you expect from Evil incarnate?

Rafal: Rhian. Stop talking to strangers with their invasive questions. We're done here.

Rhian: Farewell 'til next time, my fair, devoted disciples!

Rafal: [sighs heavily. In a strained voice:] Listen here, Rhian. First, they don't like you. Second, they're glutting you with falsehoods, and third, there won't be a next time. I'm washing my hands of this rabblement, pirates included, and you ought to too.

Rhian: Pay him no mind. All, including pirates, are welcome. [He winks.]

Rafal: I will carve out your tongue if you keep jabbering away like a fool.

Rhian: [outraged, as if he were victimized] See what I have to live with?

Rafal: You're crying out into a cold and unsympathetic void. Whatever passive “audience” you believe we have is as hard and unfeeling as the Storian. They love to watch our pain and misery. They laugh and mercilessly mock us as the Storian does. I wish death upon them all. No, worse.

Rhian: Even if that’s true, mind your manners! [then, in a whisper] You know I’ll just die if whoever is out there doesn’t come away with a good impression.

Rafal: Again, I don’t see why you care about those faceless tormentors of ours. [with a stern look:] To anyone reading: we are not your manikins or playthings. Neither Rhian nor I. You are subordinate to me, and inferiors such as yourselves don’t dictate what we do.

Rhian: The question was harmless, Rafal.

Rafal: But was it victimless? Look at us.

Rhian: What about us?

Rafal: [accusatory] They want to see us fight. They're setting us against each other.

Rhian: My sincerest apologies to everyone. He’s not usually like this, as far as tact and diplomacy extend. He, er… woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Rafal: [abrasively] You still can’t see it, can you? Stop talking and they might just leave us alone.

Rhian: They’re probably gone by now, Rafal. You’ve probably driven them off with that cranky disposition.

Rafal: Doubtful. I know they’re out there. And I’ll be waiting.

Rhian: Enough. I—

Rafal: I think that one day, one day, they’ll surface, and on that day...

Rhian: I’d advise you to run for your lives if you care an ounce for your self-preservation.

Rafal: They'll turn up. They’re sadists and masochists. Why do you think they read our tales?

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My answer to this ask would be no.

It's probably just an impassioned hatred of pirates, an aversion. A full-blown phobia just seems extreme and a little unlikely. I don't think Rafal would generalize and discriminate against all pirates as far as fear goes, but, then again, in terms of simple hatred and his low opinion of them as a collective, I think he would hate them indiscriminately. He'd reject them at every turn, from Hook's betrayal and onwards. But, I could understand viewing Rafal as traumatized in some way through Hook, considering Hook's role in their tale.

Sobbing as I write a whole short story about a video game that forces people to face their fears and they can’t leave until they do so…

“PHOBOPHOBIA” smh..

I’m only HALFWAY through!

Sneak peak for funzies! (THIS IS A DRAFT!)

My surroundings shifted until I was standing in front of my childhood home. 

Great. 

I walked inside where I was greeted by the savory aroma of a freshly cooked meal, and saw the dining room table set and ready for a family dinner. I took my seat, and waited for the level to begin.This level was the easy part. At first I could hardly stand it, but after so many tries you grow numb. They say that childhood trauma is the leading cause of phobias…and I can see what they mean by that.

The level begins with my mother and father walking in, and taking their seats at the table. The conversation begins with my mother pulling out an envelope. 

I winced.

“Loretta, darling. Do you know what this is?” My mother inquired, her beady eyes narrowed at me from the other end of the table.

I froze.

 “Yes mother…” I managed to squeak out.

“A C minus, Loretta. This is quite unbecoming of a Thornefield…have you simply given up on your future?” My mother’s gaze was frigid and stiff.

“I didn’t mother! I swear, it’s Mr. Crowe! He fails me on purpose because of the divorce-”

“Loretta!”

I froze as I was cut off by my mother.

“Enough. Look at you, and what you’ve become. Lying to your mother to avoid retribution, failing a class, talking back?” My mother scoffed at me, turning away in disgust before looking back at me.

Here it comes…

“You have let me down Loretta. I did not raise a failure such as yourself… I am beyond disappointed in you.” My mother’s words pierced my soul.

This was it, the first part of the level. I like to call it, “Disposition.” One of the worst things about being stuck in this game is that I have no choice but to replay my memories over and over again until I progressively get closer to beating the game. I managed to not feel any fear during this level, but being forced to play the role of my younger self developing atychiphobia never fails to discern me.

OK SO... this is the first log in my new series sodor phobias this phobia is AICHMOPHOBIA: great of needles or pointed objects. So let’s jump right into this

⚠️AICHMOPHOBIA WARNING/GORE WARNING ⚠️

It was just a normal day on the island of sodor. All of the engines where happy with their work. Diesel was pulling some troublesome trucks down the main line when they decided to play a trick on diesel. “Let’s throw him of the rails.” Said one of the truck. “No no let’s crash him.” Said another. Diesel just bumped them so they could shut up. But then it all happened so quickly, one moment he was riding along the rails then the next minute he was getting thrown of the rails by the trucks. This caused him to go flying along the ground and causing one of his eyes to be scratched up. Diesel had blacked out but when he woke up he was in a big black room. “W-where am I..” said diesel and a scared tone. “Oh don’t worry....you’ll be just fine.... well maybe as long as you don’t tell me what your greatest fear is... oh wait I already know what it is.” The anonymous entity said with a cold laugh .”w-what are you going to do?!” Diesel looked into the darkness. He saw two white dots stare back at him.”I am gonna do the best I can....” it said as the light above diesel went out. He screamed and then felt something poke into his eye. He started to scream more as he felt more and more needless being stabbed into him. His screaming filled the night as he would be the first victim to the endless game.

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A MOUTH FULL TO WRITE. How I got the inspiration for this was I wanted diesel to be one of the first one I make and I searched up different types of phobias and I saw AICHMOPHOBIA A fear of needles witch is something I have so yeah I feel bad for poor diesel hope you guys are going to enjoy this series because I know I will. Also there is a dinsey movie reference in hear and if you get it your a legend.

@just-a-douglas-simp-existing @jammyjams1910 @bruhstation @fabianvalencia561

The types of phobias

Types of phobias 2

Dear Stranger

Lucky you, getting stuck in an elevator, your worst nightmare come to life. Lucky you, getting stuck with a stranger.

24, between strangers with jk, cuddle prompt requested by anon.

pairing: ex-firefighter!jk x reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 3k 

warnings: reader has an intense fear of elevators and is very panicky. it’s a traumatic experience for her. also firefighter jk deserves its own warning lmao

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© Dear Stranger is copyright vinterjeon 2020. This fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: so this was supposed to be a drabble… lmao i have a problem. also i know i always say that it’s shit, but believe me, this time it really is. i have read through this one (1) time and we all know by now that i’m illiterate so don’t come for me. (maybe i’ll go back and edit or maybe i’ll forget all about it lol)

When you were younger, elevators scared the living shit out of you. You remember watching… a movie? An episode of some show? It doesn’t really matter because it’s not something you ever want to see again. 

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can people for once stop making fun of people with uncommon phobias? I'm so sick and tired of people brushing off a phobia of mine and also making me panic on PURPOSE? Come on, I thought people were better than this.

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How to Deal with Loneliness, Fears, Phobias, Depression, and Anxiety

By Eli Kittim (Psychologist & Biblical Researcher)

Loneliness, fears, phobias, depression, and anxiety are not so much reactions to real life situations as they are negative maladaptive thinking patterns. The cure or *remedy* lies in exposing the *falsehoods* or *false premises* that create them in the first place, thereby being able to change the negative maladaptive thinking patterns and their associated feelings and emotions. The way to apply this technique is through a process that the Buddhists call “mindfulness.” Christian mystics call it “guarding the heart.”

By constantly paying attention to your mind (i.e. being alert), you grant access to certain thoughts while refusing entry to others. Sometimes you’ll need to question the reliability and authenticity behind the premise of a thought before deciding to accept it as true or discard it as false. With practice, however, you will become successful in removing all forms of anxiety from your life by focusing on the false assumptions behind the negative thinking patterns as well as on the positive things that God has in store for you. 2 Corinthians 10.5 (NIV) explains this technique as follows:

We demolish arguments and every

pretension [or falsehood] that sets itself up

against the knowledge of God [or truth], and

we take captive every thought to make it

obedient to Christ.

Dave Jenkins, the Executive Editor of Theology for Life Magazine, and the Host of the Equipping You in Grace Podcast, put thusly the concept of the guarding of the heart:

For Christians to ‘guard their hearts and

minds’ in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7)

means for them to be alert, through Christ's

power and protection, to what enters and

dwells in their hearts, because the Bible

teaches that what we say and do, and who

we become is the result of the state of our

hearts.

To this end, Philippians 4.7 promises God’s protection:

And the peace of God, which transcends all

understanding, will guard your hearts and

your minds in Christ Jesus.

In order to stay positive and hopeful——in counteracting loneliness, fear, depression, or any other negativity we might have——Paul insists that we should train our minds to entertain only thoughts that are true and beautiful (Philippians 4.8):

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is

true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,

whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,

whatever is admirable--if anything is

excellent or praiseworthy--think about such

things.

Polytheistic Ramblings: Nuska

Shadows billow on the border between sleep and wakefulness. When your body is numb and your mind drifts, the eleventh hour when the dark is thickest and the night's maw yawns widest, that is the hour of the demon dream. That is the hour of ancient, bred, beloved fear. The sort that conjures shadow-shapes on the walls, but also protects you from them, as it protected your ancestors from the hulking things with teeth that haunted their campfires.

There are many gods of fire. There are gods of searing purification, all-seeing eyes, life-giving light. But there is only one god who sat beside you in the dark with a date-palm mace laid comfortably over his lap, candlelight in his eyes. This is Nuska, god of the lamp. The god who goes with the watchmen on the walls, torch in hand. The god whose symbol is a clay oil lamp, positioned protectively by the side of a crib. Nuska is the god of the Malqu text whose fire incinerates evil magic. This is a god who will look your nightmares in the eye and make them bend the knee, apologies on their lips.

He also happens to be a very efficient god. By daylight he works in the house of Enlil, makes sure the divine temple runs smoothly, the ovens roar, the offering vessels gleam. He has his nine-to-five just like we do. Keeping the Ekur running like a well-oiled machine takes diligence and care, and a vizier never really gets a moment's peace. I imagine the divine temples run a lot easier than their counterparts did on earth.

It's a bit awe-inspiring to me, though. While I mainly worship Nuska in his role as a protective god, he's so much more than the bogeyman's bogeyman. He is a god and a servant. Never to mankind, of course, but to the king of the gods. In that he's.... closer to us than we might first think. He was there when Enlil first kissed Ninlil. He was there for the crowning of kings. A very upright and dignified god, to be sure. But then this god, losing none of his dignity, takes up his mace and decides that his place in the world order is not only to serve his king, but to actively stamp out the activity of malicious magics and unruly demons. Something about that makes him... a lot more approachable, to me. In his role as vizier he's relatable. In his role as the lamp at night that burns away the monsters under the bed, he's.... at once kind, powerful, and personal in a way I have trouble quantifying. Not once has it been necessary for me to explain the things that haunt me. No matter how ridiculous, no matter the circumstance, he is there and my anxiety quiets at the reminder. If anything, I spill my fears at the altar because I can't contain it, can't repress it, can't run, and he listens without judgement.

To be clear, a god is not a recommended replacement for a therapist. A god cannot be expected to accept every little woe you throw at them, nor do they have an obligation to. Lamentation prayers have their place. The gods should be told when the strain is too much for their servants to bear, and they might help within reason. Also, for example- running afoul of the law, praying for Utu's protection, and not doing anything to remedy your mistake in the eyes of the law would likely not end well. Nungal, the goddess of the prisons, is a proactive sort, and Utu will always be impartial.

I suppose what I'm getting at is that despite all expectations of the dingir-servant relationship, it's far from impersonal or even humiliating like I hear skeptics argue. It's the silent strength of a god who is loyal to his duty, reliable and unwavering, whose name is far from given due respect in my mind. Nuska is my protective god, and for the first time in my life I think I understand what my mom meant when she said, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

I've always been terrified of the dark, a mix of imagination and crippling anxiety with a side helping of life experiences. I am twenty years old, and for the first time in my life I can turn out my nightlight. I actually can't remember the last time I turned it on.

Nuska be praised.

[Nisaba, for the talents you have given me, be praised.]

*BURSTS THROUGH DOOR

SLIPS AND SLIDES BECAUSE I FORGOT GRIPPY SOCKS

CRASHES THROUGH THE WALL*

YO

I JUST FIGURED OUT WHY I'M SO UNEXPECTEDLY ATTRACTED TO VALENTINO

CAUSE HE'S A MOTH

BUT HE LOOKS LIKE A BUTTERFLY

AND NOT ONLY FOR I GET FREAKED OUT BY SHIT THAT ACTS LIKE OTHER SHIT

I'M SCARED OF BUTTERFLIES AS A MIX OF THAT AND THEM BEING PLAIN CREEPY

AND AROUSAL CAN BE A FEAR RESPONSE AND IDK IF I CAN EVER LOOK A BUTTERFLY NORMAL AGAIN

i have two phobias and idk i dont see many people talking about phobias despite them being fairly common in my experience.

i have pyrophobia (fire) and turophobia (cheese)

also please dont be rude in the notes of this post ok?

@nikoisme Tobe honest, mood,And for the bugs, for me are wasps and centipedes (allergy), maybe what you despise is the slime or slimy texture?

Second yes I also hate heat (shocker) but I despise humidity, like with dry heat I can stand 50°C in the sun and shade (dying by thristness not sweating) but with humidity I can't tolerante more than 30°C or I became the origin of all rivers and seas.

I prefer a dry summer than a humid one.

why do i gotta have the most pathetic phobia. Absolutely embarrasing

What Is Sonic The Hedgehog Afraid Of?

Aquaphobia: Fear Of Water

Thantophobia: Fear Of Losing Someone/Death

Philophobia: Fear Of Loving Someone

Cherophobia: Fear Of Sadness

Dystychiphobia: Fear Of Accidents

A comprehensive list of all my fears, bitch

Heights, slugs, darkness, leeches, caterpillars, restricted movement, loud music in cars, talking to strangers alone, clutter, being judged, sleeping at the same time as everyone else in the house, lateness, being rly early, shitting, pissing myself, spiders, germs, getting fat, Diphtheria, starvation, the undead, being insensitive, hurting ppl feelings, violence, maggots, mosquitos, choking, becoming a neckbeard, roadmen, a botfly larva developing beneath my skin, tapeworms, lions and tigers and bears, facing away from the entance with nothing between it and me, love, commitment, my sister, being a stereotype, failure, being alone, affect and effect, fire,,,,,

ear babies :]