#phobia system

[kitty-koins]

posting this carrd i made a while back! basically information about the Phobia Gender System , hope this can help people! :)

as it says on the carrd, you may contact me about anything related to it! adding or changing a term/flag in particular, but anything else too!

[revenant-coining]

Nyctophobian Flag

[ID: a rectangular flag with 6 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: black-purple, light blue, blue, dark blue, dark purple-blue, black-blue. End ID]

nyctophobian flag since I couldn't find one ^^

Nyctophobian: a gender connected to the fear of the dark. Definition found here (link).

@radiomogai , @oneofmanyarchives

[ID: an orange line divider with a star covered in flame in the middle. End ID]

[hoardicboy]

[Image Id, a 5 striped flag with horizontal stripes, with the colors from top to bottom being tan, grey, tan brown, cream white and murky purple ID end]

Cynophobian flag

Moy definition- [PT: My denfinition]

A neurogender in the Phobia System(link) related to or connected to the fear of dogs, it may be scared of dogs itself, or anxious of dogs

Definition from the wiki [linked above]-

"a gender connected to the fear of dogs"

May be coined already, but wei haven't seen a flag yet, so wei made one

For @squidken's coining event

[finleycannotdraw]

I don’t have the capacity to be coherent right now but. this movie is so good

[exp-userbox-hoard]

OCD/OCD related userboxes that apply to our system ♡

[tfem-confessions]

I feel like trans spaces aren't super great for people who don't really see their body as what holds the gender, but as the personality. I've run into this over and over again- people boiling down transfemininity to the removal of a penis/becoming more traditionally feminine. But, what if I am still feminine in a xenogender way, and looking to accentuate my intersex variation with androgenizing my body? I suddenly don't count and am treated like I'm just a stupid cis binary perisex woman who is looking for attention and is inherently transmisogynistic for not being what other transfems are.

I'm also plural, and I live in a body with multiple transfems and trans women, all who have varying transition paths and genders. But I look at them, and I know if they were to ever be completely open about how they experience gender, they would also be proclaimed to be inherently transmisogynistic for existing.

I'm tired. Really tired.

Exorsexism and system-phobia (sorry if thats not the right word) is a serious problem in the trans community. I can't claim to understand what you're going through, but I hope it gets better, darling.

[boxesforsys]

This x has scopophobia / fear of being stared at userboxes! Click for quality

[fragmentedfae-userboxes]

[fagsex]

i hate my perfect throat and frankly obscene absence of gag reflex due to the fact that i was so nauseated the other days one of those bouts where like it feels so disgusting you just want to throw up and get over it. you know what i mean where you just want it to be done because even though you feel kinda gross after you feel kind of refreshed because the nausea clears like THAT. anyways so i was so nauseated it felt like that and i was scared of food poisoning (valid fear, i was taken somewhere sketch that day) and i simply could not no matter what i tried. im talking fingers toothbrush long spoon smelling bad things thinking grossly. gargling saltwater or whatever and to absolutely no avail. i just ended up curled up shivering and shaking laying off my bed with a bucket under me just in case. unbelievable. what is this. does anyone have like #hotyartztips hot tips for necessity yartzing. like what if i eat rat poison. fuck my stupid baka life

[thesmokinpossum]

Didn't felt like mentioning it immediately but shoutout to my sick and twisted brain for getting so triggered by an unexpected Christmas parade that I ended up havin the absolute worst panic attack of my entire life (potentially the only real one? I've had a couple other episodes I thought of as panic attacks but they were not even close to that so who knows) to the point where I spent the very last day of my 30th year on this earth in the ER, good times, good times 😊

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I just- I have one question for whatever being out there that made stinkbugs:

Why, oh why, pray tell, do they fly?!

[chainsawder]

is this not the creepiest thing ever, why are they holding hands like that. stop that!

[revenant-coining]

Algophobian Flag

[ID: a rectangular flag with 6 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: black-red, pale red, light red, red, darkish red, black-red. End ID]

algophobian flag since I didn't vibe with the one i found

Algophobian: a gender connected to the fear of pain. Definition found here ( exclus mention ) (link) and here (link)

@radiomogai , @oneofmanyarchives

[ID: an orange line divider with a star covered in flame in the middle. End ID]

[thexsanctuaryx]

{ that I won't be what you need }

Summary: Emma is feeling insecure and goes to Marc about it. Based on the song "Phobia" by Savannah Sgro { 3 of 3 } Pairing: Original Character { Emma Harper } x Marc Spector { mentions of } Emma Harper x Steven Grant && Emma Harper x Jake Lockley Contents: fluffy angst, hurt/comfort, insecurity, happyish ending Warnings: none really Author's Note: I got really stuck on this song that reminded me so much of how Emma feels about the Boys, and so I decided to do a trilogy of "oneshots" based around the lyrics where each Moon Boy got a different lyric from Emma. This is Marc's. Word Count: 611 Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

She’d been pacing in front of him for at least five minutes—or was it ten—trying to resist the urge of becoming—what she perceives as—irrational.

She was being irrational.

He’d given her no reason to believe the things that were racing through her mind. No, those things stemmed from a long history—a history of being left behind.

Eventually, she inevitably got to be too much. Or people got bored with her. Or any other number of reasons why people just didn’t stick around.

She blames herself for it of course.

Meanwhile, Marc sits on the couch watching her wear out the floor with a troubled expression etched into his features.

She’d said they needed to talk when he’d gotten home from a round of Uber driving. She hadn’t said about what, but clearly it wasn’t anything good.

That had been a good fifteen minutes ago.

Marc wasn’t always the best with these things. Talking that is. And he didn’t want to pressure her to speak before she was ready to, so he’d sat here, anxiously waiting while she tried to find the words.

When she starts to look more worse for the wear he finally speaks up himself.

“Please talk to me, baby…” He urges softly.

She almost jumps out of her skin, having been so lost in thought she almost forgot he was sitting there.

Her face scrunches up in silent distress.

“I promise we’ll figure out whatever it is—together…” He continues, resisting the urge to reach for her.

“I’m—I’m terrified…” She confesses almost inaudibly.

Marc keeps his tone soft and even, “of what, baby?”

Her face crumples a little again, sucking in a sharp breath as she barely holds back tears. Her voice begins to tremble despite her best efforts to keep it strong.

“That one day, you’re gonna wake up and get sick of me—that—” She inhales sharply.

“That I won’t be what you need anymore…” She finishes with a choked sob, burying her face in her hands as she begins to quietly cry.

Marc is swift to rise from where he sits, closing the distance between them in seconds.

He gently pulls her hands from her face, just so that he can take it into his own as she shakes.

“That is never going to happen…” He states firmly, wiping the tears that stream slowly down her cheeks.

She refuses to open her eyes, shaking her head as she coughs.

“Look at me, baby…”

She cracks her eyes open, her brows pulled painfully together as she looks on him pleadingly.

“I’m never going to get sick of you, I’m never going to stop wanting you, and I’m never going to stop needing you…” He pauses. “Those things are non-negotiable.”

“You can’t be sure—”

“I can and I am.” He cuts her off.

At his words, she breaks down into more forceful sobs, just trying to remain upright.

Again, Marc is quick to move in to cradle her, holding her safely and firmly against himself.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby—we’re not going anywhere. I promise.” He reassures her.

“What if you change your mind?” She asks brokenly, clinging desperately to him.

“Not possible…” He says, a sense of awe in his tone, a soft smile of pride lacing through his words. “You’re the love of our lives.”

She inhales a quiet sniffle, hugging herself tighter to him, pressing a grateful kiss to his heart through his shirt.

He withdraws just enough to wipe more tears from her face, looking her over.

“Someday you’re just gonna have to believe that…okay?”

She nods quickly, sniffling again, her voice small. “Okay…”

[sysboxes]

[Text: This social protector has social anxiety (and thinks the brain did a great job deciding that /sarcasm)]

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[butchdykenormallen]

wow. wowzers even