#nyctophobia ship

[raaorqtpbpdy]

For a fandom near obsessed with the Ghost King!Danny au I don’t see a whole lot of ghost king Dan.

Anyway ghost king Dan having a workplace romance with his highest general Fright Knight, whom he calls Pumpkin both as a cute pet name and a subtle reminder that he knows exactly how to defeat him. Enjoy their toxic dead guy yaoi <3

[nyctophobia-au]

Watcher's Spire

* Crawls back out from hiding. * 'Sup. Been gone for a hot moment, I know, but I am back to post art.

Don't bully me too badly for my skills at backgrounds, while drawing this I became acutely aware of the reason why I'm a character artist and avoid backgrounds like the plague. <3 Anyways, I still had fun drawing this ig. Lurien, my beloved. <3

If you want to see me struggle to draw for several minutes, the speedpaint is linked below the cut, lmao.

[funkylilworm]

Peri angst idea🧚‍♂️👑

What if events taking place after the S1 Finale Peri is somewhat the same (like yeah his personality and shit is still in tact), but now Peri is traumatized beyond repair like half of him is now kinda scared of Dev and Irep ,now has Autophobia and/or isolophobia (a morbid fear or dread of oneself or of being alone, isolated, abandoned, and ignored) , Frigrophobia (a persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of coldness) , and Nyctophobia (an extreme fear of the dark)

,and it's all because Dev straight up tried to kill him by leaving him behind in this cold dark and lonely containment and not making any kind of wish ,kill Peri by giving him magical build up. Not only that but what if despite the trauma....,despite the things

Dev has done to him Peri feels terrible and even feels a sense of self hatred for feeling this way sense Dev is just a traumatized kid/ his god child, for not doing good enough and/or not making Dev happy enough, and for not preventing all of this ,for not seeing the signs sooner to stop Dev's takeover and stop his near death ,

he isn't angry at Dev, he just wants to help him despite all of it ,he just wants to make everything right but Dev definitely won't let him do to "not remembering him", out of guilt (he definitely sees himself as a monster after what he's done to Peri), and out of fear of Jorgen swooping in,

and during all of this ,Peri is just outwardly pretending that he's fine and everything's fine and how everything is fine and always will be ,to the point the Peri just starts having these random outburst

Like give this man some serious PTSD , if S2 shows Peri completely fine, I'm gonna be extremely upset. Like, If you’re going to make Dev complex than do the same for Peri!

I also can't stop thinking about these three Ideas and my autistic ass brain that lives off of angst won't stop thinking about it:

Credit to:

@hollys-fairy-hell

[a-myriad-of-stars]

So.

Recently got into some Dramione fics. I’ve decided I really like this ship, against my better judgement.*

I started out with “the silver envelope” and just adored it. It felt so genuinely them (apart from Ron being wildly out of character imo but plot gotta plot).

Then “Wait and Hope” absolutely ensnared me. I love an amnesia plot dealing with falling in love with your spouse all over again. So good.

I remembered “Isolation” as a fic from years ago that my sister really loved, and found it from a plot point I remembered her obsessing over. Totally agree with her, it’s such a good “what if” story.

And now I’ve finished “Manacled”. I really didn’t think I’d love it as much as I did because non-con is not something I go for, and handmaiden’s tale plots freaks me out for real. But! It’s an amnesia plot with ma-ha-ha-jor stakes, and came highly recommended by the community, so I gave it a whirl.

I really really loved it. I would not recommend it to those who struggle with memories of experiencing SA, wartime PTSD, nyctophobia, agoropbobia, claustrophobia, or a fear of body horror because it gets graphic. It’s a dense, heavy read that you gotta put mental space aside for. But if you can manage it, I highly highly recommend it.

Ive got a few stories I want to read lined up, but if anyone has recommendations for me to peruse, I’d love some ideas!

*For reference, I don’t ship movie Dramione, I only like it as an AU in fan fiction. I know Tom and Emma had an unspoken something over the years, but I can’t picture Tom’s Malfoy and Emma’s Hermione as a couple. They just can’t stand each other, and it feels really out of place to me when I contextualize it with the films.

[trasheatingcrybaby]

LOTS OF NYCTOPHOBIA PROGRESS!!!

I'm working on my own webseries, "Nyctophobia"!

New character profiles were just added, we're growing an absolutely insane little community full of fanon lore, ships, debates, random, polls, and more! We're looking for the following!

☆VAs

☆ARTISTS

☆ANIMATORS

☆STORYBOARD ARTISTS

☆BACKGROUND ARTISTS

☆MUSIC COMPOSERS

The series follows Boxxie, a quiet creature who's an amnesiac afraid of the dark, and their friends as they try to overcome Boxxie's fears and avoid being hunted down by a certain Shadow hunter... more details are in the server!!

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

CALLING ALL HARRISCO READERS

It's that time of year again when the urge hits me to write some one-shots starring our two favorite idiots-in-love: Harrison 'Harry' Wells and Francisco 'Cisco' Ramon. So I'm throwing out a fishing line into the Harrisco ether with some one-shot prompts as bait. Choose from the following and in-box me with a letter and number! Do you want more than one? I've got you covered! Do you have your own idea you'd like me to tackle? I'm totally on board! Here is my Harrisco one-shot collection so far, if you're interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2535001 I'm excited to get this ball rollin'. I know our ship has taken some hits and is still small. But gosh darn, if it isn't still mighty. So send me those prompts. And please reblog for anyone else you know who loves Harrisco! Happy viewing to all the readers/art lovers, and happy creating to all the fandom creators! -QuietDarkness A) Angst: 1. “You’re allowed to fall apart a little.” 2. “I’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I've got.” 3. “I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.” 4. “You’re the love of my life. I wish I were yours.” 5. “I pushed you away because you deserve better.” B) Silly: 1. "Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." 2. "Don't look for any redeeming qualities. I don't have any." 3. "He's crazy, and just when you think you've reached the bottom of his crazy, you find a crazy underground parking garage." 4. "I'm listening to you, I'm just not paying attention." 5. "If my day gets any worse, I'm asking Hell if they have an exchange program." C) Phobia: 1. Achluphobia / Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness / Fear of dark 2. Pyrophobia: Fear of fire 3. Somniphobia: Fear of sleep / nightmares 4. Trypanophobia: Fear of needles/injections 5. Autophobia: Fear of being alone D) Comfort: 1. "You, me, blanket fort." 2. "Tell me how to help." 3. "We can stay here as long as you need." 4. "Do you need a hug?" 5. "I won't leave you." E) Whump -pick either Harry or Cisco-: 1. Harry or Cisco gets shot. 2. Harry or Cisco gets stabbed. 3. Harry or Cisco gets kidnapped. 4. Harry or Cisco gets tortured. 5. Harry or Cisco has memory loss. F) Other: 1. Marriage proposal 2. First date 3. First time 4. Jealousy 5. AU (You decide!) G) BONUS: Your own prompts! Throw em at me!

(Gif credit goes to its creator)

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.ᐟ 𐰁 𝗓 ᶻmasterpost timeeeeeᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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✰ sup im lee/stb but u can call me whatever you’d like. And welcome to the disaster team, nice to have ya ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ i am a minor so pls, do not be weird to me. i go by any pronouns but id prefer if you’d use they/them on me, thx

✰ i really, and i mean REALLY love tmnt & monkey wrench at the moment but i also like splatoon, dunmeshi, tf2, murder drones, class of 09, gravity falls, and a lot more…

✰ go ahead and feel free to ask questions abt me or my ocs. i rlly like yapping so it would be great if u did that _(^_^)_

✰ askbox/art requests: open!!! i would love to draw for you guys!

✰ status: semi-active. i won’t post original stuff that often anymore due to school so plz be patient with content.

✰ here r some of my rp accounts:

@c0m1c-c0llecter (odyn from tmnt: tlr)

@n0-1sc0ttp1lgr1mfan (ml my tmnt oc)

@s3a-sc3n3-k1ng (akira my tmnt oc)

@s0ur-fl0wer (mina my tmnt oc)

@th30r1z3r (rae my tmnt oc)

@gradient-orange (my version of tmnt mikey)

@wing-wave (wingnut from tmntmm/tottmnt)

✰ some of my au’s:

splat wrench: mw boys + other characters r in splatoon

turtle wrench: rottmnt boys get transported to the mw universe

new generation: rottmnt fan kid’s r in the bad future and they go thru some stuff

✰ websitez:

pronouns page

✰ writing stuff:

ml’s backstory

how the mad dogz met tlnd

turtlewrench plot

✰ main tagz:

#stbyapping💥

#stbreblogs❕

#stbwriting💌

#stbart💣

#stbaskbox⭐️

#stbrp🌀

#stbfanart💤

✰ old tagz mention

✰ au tagz:

#turtle wrench

#N3W G3N3RAT10N

#splat wrench

✰ mutuals, mutuals, MUTUALS!!!:

#myc the bat🦇 ( @in3fin , pookie bear ^_^ )

#karkat♋️ ( @garfunkopop , the creature… )

#turtletempura🍤 ( @tempurafied , older sibling >_< )

+ idk who else to add (mutuals if u wanna be added, lmk!)

!!boundaries, bfyi, and dni!!

⇩(PLZ READ)⇩

✰ i do oc x canon & f/o content. i will sort of avoid other ships with these characters (im not mad at u for shipping the character I like with another, im just trying to protect my sensitive heart)

✰ im sort of sensitive so clarify things 4 me plz so i do not overthink ^_^

✰ im ok with u dming me, just state ur purpose and there will be a 50/50 percent chance I’ll respond

✰ for art requests, i will draw anything EXECPT NSFW. remember i am a MINOR and I don’t draw stuff like that

✰ idk if I’ll start commissions soon since I’m pretty busy at the moment

✰ I will accept art trades! I like doing them :p

✰ you can use my art as a pfp/banner (credit isn’t forced, but appreciated)

✰ do not repost my art and/or claim it as ur own on other platforms. I find it very disrespectful since I took my time making it

✰ do not copy/edit my art

✰ ok time for dni:

tcest/incest, proshippers, lgbtq+ phobia, pedos, zoos, ableist, racism, sexism, heavy nsfw, weird fetishes. all of this makes me very uncomfortable. if you interact with me in any way, i will block you.

✰ in rottmnt, i do not like casey jr x turtles, kendra x turtles, cassandra x turtles, and april x turtles. I ship april with sunita & cassandra, I ship jr with my oc, and kendra is my wife. i will avoid content containing these ships.

✰ i will call my f/o’s wife/husband/bf/gf/lover/partner so if ur uncomfortable with that, sorry!

✰ im not that great of an artists so expect some mistakes in my artwork

✰ i do not have a schedule 4 posting art and chapters of my aus/stories so pls be patient with content!

✰ my phobias:

trypophobia. just seeing pictures make me shiver and scratch my skin a lot.

trypanophobia. i don’t hate seeing them but being injected with a needle freaks me out.

nyctophobia. im not that scared of the dark, only what’s in it.

claustrophobia. seeing pictures are ok but being in the situation makes me panic.

acrophobia. picutres are ok as well, it’s the situation i hate.

anddddd… that’s all i got 4 now! cya around ^_^

[post-itpenny]

Among Us/ Lethal Company AU

No idea at all what I’m doing….

Human Crew

Peregrine (Pembrook)- Former expedition leader now captain after the old captain was discovered to be an imposter. He… he really does want to do this. Way too stressful. He would much rather be in the field with his family.

Lyra- Medical. Though, if she’s on an expiation she’s almost always the one wielding a stop sign. Or shotgun… She's not picky.

Juno- Expedition leader and proud of it. Always makes a point to be first in and last out. This worries Pembrook so much. Very good realizing when there is a mimic. Terrified of the coil heads but very good at looping them.

Vespers- Expedition Coms. He’ll always be willing to go and actually scavenge for things to sell. But he’s also the quickest with disabling turrets and land mines. He’s always the best at guiding people around potential threats.

Atlas- Way too young to go out on any expeditions. But he is allowed to help unload cargo to sell back to The Company (he’s not allowed near the window).

Vega- Ships cook. Somehow never loses her walkie-talkie when on expeditions. Can always convince the hoarding bugs to trade with her. The best at sneaking past blind dogs.

Joesph- Expedition member. He’s pretty strong and can carry a little more than the others. He is the best at memorizing the layout of any buildings they enter. Has been helping Nigel with his research.

Nigel- Retired expedition leader but stays on the ship with his family. Has been documenting the various creatures of all the planets they’ve visited.

Claire- Retired medic but helps a lot with the cooking. She’s seen the ghost girl twice and somehow survived. Refuses to talk about it.

Non-human

Magpie (Maeve)- Was human until a parasitic imposter got ahold of her. Already displayed slight telekinetic powers but this was amplified. Normally works in the bio-lab and hates going on expeditions due to her nyctophobia. Ironically, the Bracken is afraid of her.

Cecelia- An imposter that snuck into the crew with their sibling Rigsby. Loves going on expeditions and has a very strong intuition. Best at last minute trips to grab things left at the doors. Only person that can outrun the tree giants.

Rigsby- An imposter that snuck into the crew with their sister Cecelia. Too young to go on expeditions and spends a lot of time playing with Atlas as a result. Cheats during hide and seek by using the vents. Loves learning about the different insect monsters.

Jack- An imposter and expedition leader with another crew that runs into the team from time to time. Maeve’s ex from when she was still human (it’s complicated). He wants to get back together, she wants him to jump off a cliff. (… it’s really complicated).

Casper- He deserves to be alive in at least one AU! An imposter that Pembrook unintentionally saved when they were much younger. They became friends and Casper decided to stick around and keep an eye out for the Blackwood family and will put himself at risk to protect his honorary niece and nephew. He’s constantly trying- and failing- to keep the others from causing trouble. Especially Maeve.

Unknown

Maggie- Found after her family’s crew had been overrun by two imposters. Is she one? No idea. She is often the first accused by anyone outside her adopted family. Maeve had taken her in before infection and that care for the redhead managed to linger (plus Maeve’s curiosity to learn just what Maggie is). Maggie has fantastic intuition and is the best at avoiding even the most dangerous of monsters. She will often irritate Jeb on purpose just to doge the tentacles for fun. All she really wants in life is a jet pack.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

💚 Thinking about them again 💚 (they are two terrifying ghosts who razed the entire planet into an unlivable wasteland together) 💚

[nyctophobia-au]

Lurien anime girl finger point thing. <3

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

👍🏻 and 🛳️ for the fic rec game xx

🛳️ A fic that brought you aboard a new ship

The Devil's White Knight by Lady Elena (rip her ao3 account) is what got me to ship Jegulus back in 2016 <333 which is a little insane because it's a Drarry fic and the Jegulus is very minor but Jegulus wasn't really a thing back then and it's the first time I saw it and I was just <33 in love <33 at first sight. it's still one of my fav fics in the fandom, to this day.

👍🏽 A fic you bookmarked recently

Nyctophobia by @soloorganaas is a Bellatrix x Lily fic that's also an incredible character analysis that I read recently

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Most of all, Xira hates isolation.

A byproduct of being a New Light in a hostile environment, or becoming emotionally attached to someone who absolutely should not have had a New Light become emotionally attached to them by any means, or simply because of her nyctophobia, but Xira by and large doesn’t like being alone for long stretches of time, physically or emotionally.

That’s why she became a part of a team, one fraction of a whole, though many consider her the leader anyways. She hates that, too. What else would she be, standing on the tall, thin, precarious pedestal everyone has put her on except isolated from everyone she cares about, everyone she knows? It’s too far away, too lonely, for her to be at the top the way some Guardians want to be. Fireteam Phoenix fights together to win together, or not at all.

At the same time, she has a savior’s complex the size of the Traveler as shown from the Seraph Shield mission. It’s gotten harder in the last few years, to ignore the little voice in the back of her synthetic cognitive interface that tells her yes, everything is fine right now, but it would be much more fine and much easier to relax if she or one of the Phoenixes were out in the field taking care of whatever is worrying her at that moment. She wasn’t there when the Red Legion laid siege to the City, she didn’t even know anything was wrong until the comms went down and she flew her ship out of dark smoke clouds and into the sight of her home up in flames. She watched helplessly behind a Red Legion energy barrier as her friend was killed for the crime of running back to make sure she was alright. She wasn’t there when Cayde died, but Avelynn was, and she saw how much it tore up her psyche by the time her grief-fueled rampage had run its course.

Most of all, she sees how much all of it has weighed on her teammates, her family. She doesn’t want to lose them, doesn’t want to have to carry the whole of that burden on her own, doesn’t want to see them so worn down because she alone can’t seem to handle the stress they all share. She wishes she could stop feeling so anxious. She wishes she could breathe again.

She wishes she could stop feeling so alone.

[libertys-lovers]

✨🌕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.

[ajokeformur-ray]

In honour of the fact that I’ve slept in the dark three nights in a row with just my laptop...

Self-shipping below the cut!

( @moialice​ If you think older Ash is a Hollywood gentleman then MAY I PRESENT TO YOU A YOUNG ASH?!! You’re not ready for this!🥵)

(aaand @slashybois​ for enabling me; this one’s for you!💚)

 I stand at the doorway, my fingers on the light switch and my eyes fixed firmly upon my bed. Ash is already curled up and waiting for me, his dark eyes soft and full of understanding as he watches me coax myself into turning the light off. It’s bedtime and we’ve had a long day but the nights.... oh, the nights are for us.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” I know what Ash means. I can sleep with the lights on if I want to - he doesn’t mind the light and he just wants for me to comfortable.

I smile. “I know, darling. But I... mm.” I cut myself off, I shake my head. Start again. “I want to. For you.”

Ash goes to say something but before he can, I flick the light off and immediately I gasp sharply, panic flooding in. It’s white-hot and paralysing but Ash shushes me. His tone is gentle, his voice rich and deep and I try to find him in the impenetrable darkness.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

It’s nine paces from the door to my bed. At the fourth pace, I take a step to the left to avoid skinning my knee on the coffee table like I did the night before last*, and then I make it another two paces before I hear the mattress squeak in protest and a hand grabs mine. 

I almost scream but Ash shushes me again and the panic dies in my throat. 

I am pulled, pulled, to safety, into the cage of Ash’s arms, and he presses a tender kiss to my forehead as we settle into our usual position. Ash will be the big spoon for the next five minutes, but then he’ll decide that he hates that and he’ll flop around until I give in and we swap positions.

“I couldn’t be prouder of you, kid.”

Another kiss, and I sink into that blue which I know and love so well. 

* - yes I did actually skin my knee the other night lmao it’s bruised and sore😂

[toboldlywrite]

Made some cute Picrew peeps! (find the maker here)

Aali and Kara (Star Series)

Nikki and Mel (Nyctophobia)

And Katie Silver/Silver Sentinel--the character Sierra plays on TV and her alter ego (Ordinary)

If anyone wants to try this out too they should tag me so I can see 👀

[nyctophobia-au]

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Hi! My name is Rot, though I also go by SFBE (Sexy Fictional Bug Enthusiast). I mostly make art and write fanfic related to my Hollow Knight AU, Nyctophobia. I also occasionally post HK art unrelated to my AU, or I reblog art and other things sometimes, but the main focus of the blog is Nyctophobia.

You can find my other art content on my main blog, @rottika and all my socials are linked on my Carrd.

Important Note: I am no longer working on my HK AU and this blog will be dead for the forseeable future. All of my older content remains, however.

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Tags

#answered asks ▸ Tag for all answered asks.

#au asks ▸ Tag for asks specifically related to Nyctophobia.

#neurodivergent mind prison rambles ▸ Text posts in which I ramble.

#nyctophobia au ▸Main au tag I use for all Nyctophobia content. This includes art, fics, rambles, asks, etc.

#rot’s art ▸ Art tag.

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Disclaimers & Personal Boundaries

◇ I’m mostly just working on the AU for fun and for comfort reasons. I originally wanted to make it a whole fic, but I think it’s just going to be a collection of art and ideas and short one-off fics rather than a linear story (for my own sanity lmao). Note that things may get retconned or changed as I go, or I may slip up and there might be inconsistencies. 

◇ Nyctophobia is canon-divergent and I’ve taken a lot of creative liberties when it comes to my interpretations of the characters, so be aware that my ideas or my ship preferences might be different than yours. 

◇ If any of my ships or content make you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to block me and DNI. I won’t take that personally. :]

◇ Please don’t repost my work. If you want to use my art as a pfp or banner or something, you may do that, but only with credit.

◇ I personally don’t have any problems with headcanons or ships outside of my own, so don’t be afraid to interact with me if your opinions differ from mine; that’s completely fine! I’m only really uncomfortable with adult/minor or incestuous pairings and content.

◇ Though all my content on this blog is non-explicit, I may mention suggestive topics or reference NSFW subjects here and there. There might also be some heavy themes in some of my work, but it will be tagged accordingly.