Guess who’s been binge watching Red vs Blue over the holiday break? (Hint: Is me!!)

Phobia Drabble Prompts
  • Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they're going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.
  • Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.
  • Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.
  • Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.
  • Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.
  • Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.
  • Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.
  • Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.
  • Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.
  • Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.
  • Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.
  • Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.
  • Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.
  • Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.
  • Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.
  • Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.
  • Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.
  • Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse's grave.
  • Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.
  • Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don't realize their chat partners are each other.
  • Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.
  • Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.
  • Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.
  • Gamophobia: Our muses get married.
  • Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.
  • Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.
  • Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor's appointment.
  • Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.
  • Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.
  • Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.
  • Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).
  • Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.
  • Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.
  • Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.
  • Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.
  • Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.
  • Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.
  • Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.
  • Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse's parents.
  • Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.
Why Chronophobia is one of the worst fears ever

Today school started an hour later than usual, so I was going to sleep in a little. I hadn’t turned my alarm off, though, and woke up at seven anyways. Since I knew a few of my friends would still be online at that time, I went on skype instead of going back to sleep.

After that, I just kept watching the clock. And before I even knew it, almost all the time had passed. I stayed in bed though. I couldn’t find the will to get up. And slowly, my geers in my mind started turning.

By then, I was trying hard not to break down and have a complete panic attack. Because that’s what was going on; my mind started thinking about time, how it moved too fast, how I had no control, how I just wanted it to stop, stop, stop!

… In the end, I stayed home from school since I was already that late and I only had one class.

But several times today, the panic returned. Over and over, and I have to distract my mind to the point of exhaustion to not give in and just… freak out. But it never goes away, ever. No matter how much you don’t think about it, it’s still there. So long as the concept of time exists, the fear will be there.

It never goes away.

That’s why chronophobia, the fear of time, is so horrible. You can’t run from it, you can’t hide from it. You’re trapped in a box, stuck with a constant ticking sound of a clock. Time keeps chasing, and you can’t run. You can’t stop it. You can’t slow it down. You can’t do anything. You have to learn to live with it. You have to accept that you will always, now and probably forever, be afraid, panic and freak out if you so much as think about it. And NOT thinking about it takes effort, which leaves you tense and on edge. It’s awful.

I’d much rather have an extreme fear of spiders instead……

These guys are also from Chronophobia, but I lke to put them in other things I work on. I remember I actually started sketching these guys during a biology lecture on fungi.

Don’t act like you wouldn’t want a mycloid assistant following you around.

Carrying things.

Lighting up you room for late night studying.

Getting you toilet paper when you’ve dumped and there’s none left.

Only a fool wouldn’t want that.

A fool.



I took a memoir writing class in college once where I was taught to collect the interesting and defining events of my life and translate them to a cohesive story. Lucky for me, since the fifth grade I have recorded my thoughts on daily life in unique journals and diaries. Yet, for some intrinsic reason, I have never actually sat down to reread these archives. Until this class. 

On my dorm room floor I paged through my own young, illegible handwriting. That was when I discovered a particular moment in the sixth grade when I realize that I was running out of time in my life.

Chronophobia is the fear of time. Pamela Lee defined it as “an experience of unease and anxiety about time, a feeling that events are moving too fast and are thus hard to make sense of.” Let’s face it, everyone in this modern microwave-society feels like there is not enough time in the day. But at age 10, I experienced an existential enlightenment moment where I realized that I would NEVER have enough time. 

I was about to go to Jr. High and my best friend was moving to another state. Soon I would no longer have recess or the freedom to play elaborate roleplaying games complete with invisible talking animals. Some unrelenting force called Time would march on, aging me, moving me from one comfortable stage of life to another unknown “next step.”

I felt like Nick Carraway in the Great Gatsby when he said: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” 

Fast-forward fourteen years. I am older but the age-old fear is still there (no pun intended). I find myself making a mental list of things I must do before they are socially unacceptable for my age. I fear missing out on anything. I tell myself, these are the best years of my life and I must enjoy them with white knuckled intensity. I must sprint through every hour of every day with wide eyes and a crazed smile so that I can experience and enjoy my life before it is too late.

Truth is, I spend my days more stressed than satisfied. The answer is not in the experience but in the acceptance. It is impossible to spend my precious time in continual contentment. C.S. Lewis once said that we are eternal creatures and we are made for eternity. So until I reach this eternal land beyond the horizon of time, lets strap in and just enjoy the ride.

Fasciculum Florum - “A bundle of Flowers”

Chronophobia - An “irrational” fear of passing time, wether it’s past, present, or future. Possibly entwined with the fear of destiny/fate.can be traced back to a specific triggering event, usually a traumatic experience at an early age. 

Eisoptrophobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of mirrors. This includes seeing oneself in one.

[Because their fear often is grounded in superstitions, they may worry that breaking a mirror will bring bad luck or that looking into a mirror will put them in contact with a supernatural world inside the glass.]

I think everyone is a little chronophobic. Because time is a scary thing if you think about it.

Time moves ever forward. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.

You lose each moment as it comes to you. Moments you can never get back.

And of course, the nagging truth that at any moment your time could be up.

It’s enough to drive anyone mad if you let it.

I think I have Chronophobia. Or some sort of medical condition about time. I can’t think about time. The time I have, the time I don’t have, what time it is, what time it was when this or that happened–it all sends me into a constant state of worry. The due dates on homework assignments, I can’t fathom them. The dates of important events like concerts or plays, I don’t keep track of. I don’t own even own a calendar to track the things I have coming up; I just use dateless task managers and check them off as I go along. Even when I started my first year of high school, all I thought of was how fast the next 4 years are going to pass by. I hate missing oppertunities. The people around me who say “oh it happens every year, just do it next time!” make me want to strangle them. I always want to live my life to the fullest, live every day like it was my last. But I’m afraid I don’t have enough time to do that.
—  Putting a date on this made me iffy.