#achluophobia

[gochujangst]

moralltach

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Achluophobia, Fear of the dark

Seventh fear of october ^^! It is not the darkness that is terrifying, but what lies within.

[that-gay-jedi]

I do not know whether the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice was in any way aetiological to the ancient Greeks. But I can't help thinking of how well it fits as an explanation for that sensorily unfounded sense of being followed and that paradoxical mix of desire to turn around and check with fear of what you might find that so many of us get when alone in a dark hallway, that adult version of what made you sprint up the basement stairs as a child.

[your-fave-is-crippled]

YO I’m a disabled webcomic creator. Could I Req my MC by the name of Auer Neodymius Merc’her from ACHLUOPHOBIA: Fear of The Dark?

hi! yes im more than happy to do this one! i may actually do my own webcomic characters as well now that its been brought up.

also thank you so much for providing a png!! /g

image one: [id: a dark grey flag with a dusty rainbow going from the bottom left corner up to the right, dark grey circles on top one in the middle of the other and auer from achluophobia: fear of the dark in the middle of the image exposing his prosthetic leg with a strained grin. :end id]

image two: [id: a flag with a grey border around 7 vertical stripes ranging from left to right as dark green, seafoam green, light green, pale green, pale pink, pink and dark pink. on top of the flag is auer from achluophobia: fear of the dark in the middle of the image exposing his prosthetic leg with a strained grin. :end id]

image three: [id: a flag with 8 horizontal stripes ranging from top to bottom as red, light pink, light red, white, dark red, light pink, dusty red and medium red. on top of the flag is auer from achluophobia: fear of the dark in the middle of the image exposing his prosthetic leg with a strained grin. :end id]

Auer Neodymius Merc’her from ACHLUOPHOBIA: Fear of The Dark is crippled/a cripple, supports cripplepunk, has a prosthetic leg and chronic pain!

image four: [id: a banner with a blue to green gradient and water-filtering-light texture under a faintly transparent blue rectangular box. in the box is light blue text that reads "Blog is about disability, disabled characters and headcanons. may include occasional pd rep but otherwise do not derail. blocking where i see fir for my comfort, please remain respectful." on the top of the banner outside the blue box is more light blue text that reads "DNI if proship, terf, are a discourse blog and other basic dni stuff" in all caps. under the blue box at the bottom of the banner is more light blue text that reads "cripplepunk is for the physically disabled only" in all caps. on either side of the banner is an image of ryn from the show siren staring off to the side. :end id]

[pobopolybius]

A bunch of assorted oc mspaint doodles

[disturbedgerblin]

What would ur Avatarsona be like :O !!

Well, I’d say that even as an adult I have a pretty sizeable fear of the dark sooooo (image description under cut)

[ID: Seven image comic of a poem about a lonely woman with thick, black hair and wearing a long black evening gown. Over the course of the poem, the woman is subsumed into her shadow, becoming it. The poem goes as follows. “The reason for my being there, I do not recall. My only company was my shadow against the wall. I slowly reached toward the solace of the black. And, in consequence, the shade reached back. I tried to call for help, but no one seemed to hear or see. The shadow is still on the wall. But there’s nothing left of me.” End ID]

[stillebesat]

Fractured Trust

DECEMBER DRABBLES DAY 6 Sanders Sides: Roman, Patton  Blurb: Trust is a tender thing, easily made...and just as easily broken. Inspiration: Written for a 2 sentence prompt from @remythehero : (UNSYMPATHETIC PATTON) "Why don't you trust me Roman?" Patton asked tightening his grip on Roman's shirt. "P-Patton I-" Roman stuttered out fearfully. Overall Fic Warnings: Villain!Patton, Achluophobia/Fear of Darkness, Captivity, Hinted Experimentation, Manipulation, Kissing Taglist in Reblog

Roman pulled up short, laughter dying in his throat at the dark hole confronting him, the shadows within the opening seeming to grow ever more malevolent as he stared inside. “We--we’re going…” he gulped, taking a step back, glancing back to the noise and celebration of the festival happening behind them. “In there?” He asked in a small voice, all bravado gone.

Sure, Pattey had said he wanted to go somewhere more private to show him something special. But Roman hadn’t thought he meant this!  

Patton turned, raising an eyebrow, tilting his head in such a way that sent Roman’s heart fluttering. “Why? Don’t you trust me, Ro?” He asked, taking a step forward, winding his fingers into the fabric of Roman’s shirt as their noses touched, Pat’s lips a hair's breadth away from his.

If he’d asked that even two minutes earlier, Roman would have said ‘Yes’ without hesitation. After all, this was Patton asking him to trust him. The softest most adorable puffball that he’d ever met. Who could light up his entire world with his hundred watt smile.

A smile that looked a tad more feral and frightening in the half light shining on his face. 

“P-Patton. I--” Roman stuttered out, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest as Pat giggled, winking at him as he pulled them through the doorway into the pitch black space. He couldn’t even tell if they had walked into a room or if it was some sort of hallway, but wherever they were there were no windows here to let in the light from the fading sun. “Y--you know I don--I don’t like the dark.” 

He’d confessed that particular fear to him only a week ago while they had been watching a different sunset from the library roof after finishing their final exams.

 “It’s gonna be okay, Ro.” Patton whispered, tightening his grip on Roman’s shirt as he tugged him reluctantly deeper inside away from the nice, safe, warm light outside. “I promise. You’ll find yourself still the amazing, wonderful, brave and perfectly good hero everyone thinks you are after this.”

A hero? Roman gave a shaky laugh, one hand grabbing onto Patton’s wrist, taking some comfort in the warmth his little ball of sunshine exuded. “I’m har-hardly all th-that, Patteycake.” Not when it felt like the darkness was pressing in on every side. Not when he couldn’t see anything! He was relying on him to be his guide in this. To keep him from tripping or banging his head. 

Pat stopped and Roman flinched as a warm hand rested unexpectedly against his cheek, the faint scent of chocolate hitting his nose as a puff of breath ghosted over his lips, telling him Patton had once again drawn close. 

“But you will be, Roman. My Prince. My Hero.” He whispered, turning him in the darkness. “You may not believe so, but that’s how everyone thinks of you. I know. I asked around. You’re a Hero.” 

Everyone?  Roman shook his head. “I’m n-n-not.” What good was a hero that was afraid of the dark? 

“You are.” Patton pressed into him, urging Roman to take a step back and then another until he hit a cool hard surface. “Do you trust me? To show you how? To help make you into the hero everyone can look up to and know that you are unequivocally good and will never falter and that they can believe in you and your intentions without fear?” 

He hadn’t realized that anyone looked up to him like that. He just--tried to do what was right. Help those in need when he could. It didn’t make him special. Didn’t make him a hero. 

“Do you trust me?” Patton repeated, voice softer. 

Roman swallowed, eyes darting around the dark space trying to see something, anything. 

It was a lot of pressure to be someone’s hero. Because then he’d have to worry about letting someone down. Someone like Patton. He couldn’t--couldn’t let his ball of sunshine down. Not here. Not in th--the dark. Not when he believed in Roman.

“Patton.” He breathed, fighting his fear. “I--I would--wouldn’t be i-i-in here. If--If I didn’t…” He shivered, pressing his forehead against Pat’s, taking comfort in his presence as Pattey ran gentle fingers down his cheek. “If I didn’t trust you.” 

Patton laughed, relief strong in the voice as he pressed a firm kiss against Roman’s lips. 

Roman relaxed, hand reaching up to cradle Patton’s cheek as his eyes closed. He would be okay. Here in--in the dark. He knew he’d be safe with Pat by his side. 

Patton took both his wrists, pulling them down so that his hands were pressed flat against the metal surface as he broke the kiss. “Then, my darling hero.” He breathed. 

“Yes?” Roman whispered, a small smile playing on his lips. He could get used to Pat calling him a hero--

Snick. Snick. Snick. 

Roman stiffened, a soft cry of surprise leaving him as icy cold bands abruptly snapped around his wrists, ankles, neck, and stomach, trapping him in place as the metal surface fell backwards.

“Patton!?” He called out, fighting against his restraints. A trap? It had to be! But why?! He flinched, blinking the spots from his eyes as a sickly orange light flickered into life around them like the dying embers of a fire, revealing a room that could have come straight out of a cartoon villain’s lair.

Patton smirked, his eyes hidden behind the reflective glare on his glasses as he shoved a gag in Roman’s mouth before he could scream. “Let’s begin.” 

[culebratia]

John Kramer and Hannibal Lecter finding out their female S/O is scared of the dark?

Yes! My older, stingy boys ❤️

JOHN KRAMER

* John is good in situations when you’re in fear. He’d remind you that you’re safe and nothing could hurt you, he’ll wrap you in his arms and let you cry your eyes out while he tries to shuffle the both of you over to the nearest light source. In all honesty, he finds your nyctophobia a little bit silly and unnecessary, but he’ll never say that out loud. He understands that in this point in time you’re legitimately fearing for your life, and would not ever try and poke and prod at you while you’re at such a low point in your life.

* forehead kisses will be a must in this relationship. He’s not big on the whole affection area, he’d much rather just revel in your presence, but he understands that when someone is so sensitive in terms of such a big thing in the world, they’ll need a lot of love and support. When he notices you looking a little bit warily outside when the sun is coming down, he’ll turn all the lights on, close the curtains and give you an affectionate kiss on the forehead to let you know that you’re safe and the big bad monsters in the dark won’t get you.

* he’d take your whole ‘nyctophobia’ as you already experiencing a life threatening situation. Hell, you’d be experiencing it every day! He’s sad that you practically fear for your life every time the lights go out, but he’s glad because at least that means you appreciate the life you currently have.

HANNIBAL LECTER

* the psychology behind the fear of darkness is the fear of the unknown, the fear of something that the human mind is unable to understand, so taking that fact into perspective, Hannibal will be less than concerned when it comes to you and your fear. He’ll be compassionate when you’re afraid, yes, but it’s only because he’d rather you not be so unnecessarily squeamish as he finds it quite irritating.

* he’ll have the decency to let you have a night light on your side of the bed, something to keep you sane just in case you wake up during the pitch black nights and are unable to get back to sleep due to fear. Sometimes you’ll roll over on your side and poke and prod at Hannibal to wake him up, but that’s only when you’re in your most hysterical moments, and it’s only to let him know that you need cuddles, of which he’ll happily oblige in.

* sometimes when you’re turning the lights off downstairs to go to bed, your imagination will conjure up some figure in the doorway and scare the living shit out of you. That would be around the time when Hannibal would walk in to find you curled up on the floor sobbing your eyes out. He’d pick you up and take you to bed, whispering about how good you’ve been and how you’re so brave, et cetera. Basically anything that’d make yourself feel better about being so afraid. Hey, he was a therapist once, so he’ll be good in terms of conversation when it comes to your fear (all the while speaking with his eerily charming grin).