[nio]

been wanting to do a design inspired by petri dishes for so long. also wanted to make a shroomy cordyceps guy bc of TLOU :3c
so i combined the two!

agel goobie

g1 | fur, weight, backmane, pupil shape (none), pawpad shape
g2 | dripping goo/membrane, single limb replaced by goo
t1 | custom membrane halo, custom membrane wings
t2 | major plant growth (psilocybe mexicana, cordyceps, turkey tail mushroom)

what does this goobie fear?
you may answer in words or art or whatever other medium you wish
MAX. 1000 words and 2 art pieces

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[b]username;[/b]
[b]goobie name;[/b]
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ends february 28 12th march

[minknip]

username; tejki
goobie name; bugbear
prompt;

fear is a very... strange word for this goobie. they don't like to admit their fear, thinking it brings defeat to their name. they have never really understood the concept well enough to willingly admit they were fearful of something anyway. for example, in their childhood, despite getting along with those around them they were *scared* of communication. they were terrified to talk to those first, and even more terrified if they were interacted with at all. second encounters did not scare them as much, thankfully, but as time went on nothing seemed to change.

growing older, entering the years of a teen, the goobie faces a lot of issues. the fear of communication has yet to die out, but they also found themselves being frightened at loud noises, colours that didn't even come close to their pelt, and bees. yes, bees. they hated the things, hated the noise and how small those insects were. all in all, ew, bees were disgusting little things that they didn't want ANYWHERE NEAR THEM.

a couple weeks later, they figured out why they were scared of most of these things. the agel was antisocial, obviously, and they realised this perfectly enough when it came to a party, a greenlight disco. they barely lasted three minutes (two minutes and twenty-four seconds, because yes they were counting) before they dipped and never looked back. another time is when they met a goobie who was seemingly trespassing into territory. they were brightly hued, nothing compared to their dull pelt and they were so cheerful it made them woozy. sirens went off in their head, even though their father beckoned them sweetly to come say hello. the goobie refused (which made it even worse when that brightly coloured agel moved in). another day had occured after this situation and the goobie had come across a beehive. they loved them, they were so pretty and had a good treat inside, but the moment they stepped on a branch they were hunted down, and lets just say they were not the biggest fan of the stingers.

going into late teen-hood and early adulthood, the goobie also realised they were scared of the dark, which is a bit pathetic, but they had grown so used to seeing that colourful goobie in their house that eventually when she had peacefully walked on they had lost their way over and over, often bumping into walls and hearing noises that scared them out of their membrane. they had also developed a fear of death. they were alone, as their father was the first one to walk off, and the only thing they had left was that colourful agel. sure, they still had a minor fear of the colours, but eventually it died down, only to be replaced with another fear, loneliness. they weren't sure they could fend for themselves.

adulthood. their fears raged on strong. they were always inside the house by sunset and never out before dawn. they got into a habit of making plushies for themselves to fight away their fear of being alone, and they placed flowers on plates each morning because they were told it would defend away death. and it did, as far as they knew. they called someone to take care of the bees, and instead the agel was left tending to a garden when the sun was past the trees.

often, the goobie would look up and see their father and the colourful goob he had married, and they feel at peace. their fears nagged them greatly, but they knew they were not alone.

during the nights, they were not alone.
during the conversations they did not want, they were not alone
during the day when the bees came into their garden, they were not alone
during handing flowers off due to lost ones, they were not alone

...and in their own house, so quiet, so empty

they were not alone.

years pass. the agel learns the meaning of the word 'fear' as a couple of conversations are being had at the dining hall they had started catering for. their ears perk up as a couple of words hit them.
"my child developed his first fear today. he fears conversations with others," one agel said, her voice kind as she sits next to a diab who was sniffing around at their plate. another agel pipes up in return, their voice sickly sweet.
"they'll get over it," he says, "as my brother did, and his kid too."
"but fear isn't bad," the first diab speaks up, eyeing the other as the agel hums, "it helps us learn and develop."

the agel pauses, looking over their shoulder to the three. the two diabs were incredibly stand-offish, making them feel a bit woozy, but the other agel... they meet eyes. she looks at them for a moment before she chuckles behind her paw, and suddenly they feel as light as a feather when the two diabs seperate, huffing their own apologies to one another. then, they waddle over and take place next to their fellow agel.

"i was scared of the same thing," they say gently, "i think i was scared of the word fear itself. i didn't know what it meant for a long time..." they trail off, looking shyly away. "but now i do. i have a grasp of it. i am not scared of everything anymore. i hate admitting that i even am scared of something!" they look back to the group who are now listening intently. "i think it's weird. the concept, i mean. i find it weird that my father wasn't scared of bright colours, and that his wife wasn't scared of bees."

"scared of bees?" one of the diabs scoff before the opposing agel shushes him.

"yeah," they smile sheepishly.

"i'm scared of crickets," the agel offers politely, "he's scared of wasps, which are just bigger bees."
"am not!"
"are so."

the agel sits and watches as the two begin to bicker before the diab who was sniffing the plate previously gives them a small smile. "what's your name, kid?"

"...bugbear, and i think i fear a lot of things."

[vympyre]

Oh my GGGOOOBBB DREAMIE UNLOCKED MARK

[Sadcat]

username; sadcat
goobie name; Naftharaodell Arskaldeepayankur (Nicknamed Naft LOL)
Fusion of these:
Deepankur Flame of the lamp; Lord of Light; One who lights the lamp
Deepayan A blessed individual; one who has eyes of lamp
Arshdeep Lamp of the Sky; Light of Universe
Akaldeep God's Lamp; Eternal Lamp; Ever Glowing lamp of God
Naftali The one who is struggling, stressed, anxious
Hasrat Grief; Distress; Sorrow
Odell The one who is distressed or upset
prompt;
Everything. Paranoia.
They cant even look at themselves.
It huŕts.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts—

Make it stop.
M a k e i t s t o p .

Phantophobia isn´t a term that is used often- it´s not even a diagnosis anymore!
But its real. It´s real and i hate it- i despise it.

I hate that thought- diagnosis n stuff. Horrible processes, all of them.
Some doctor said i had.. panic disorder? Yeah that was it. I hate their medicine it feels like im choking when i take it. I dont want to take it. HAVE YOU SEEN THE WARNINGS IN THOSE BOXES??? WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME THAT- THAT IS A LOT OF SIDE EFFECTS AND THERES MORE NEGATIVE THAN POSITIVE! DO YOU WANT ME TO EXPLODE??? IS THAT THE WAY YOULL FIX ME???

But you´re judging me.
you´re judging me, arent you?
of course you are.
they all are.
its all they do.
judge judge judgeeeee

stop judging me
stop it
stop
stOP JUDGING ME I CAN FEEL YOUR EYES IN THE BACK OF MY BRAIN STOP IT WHY WHAT DID I DO AM I REALLY THAT HATEABLE????
IM SORRY IM SORRY STOP IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYIM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORY IM SORY IM SORRY IM SOREERY PLAE DONT HATE ME NTOA GAIN DONT HURT ME I DIDNT MENA TO pleasae stop judhgjmng me thisisnt good for eiteh rof us youk nwo that right? yuo knw eveythigmn everything you see everyhing i do everythjng everything i dissapoint yiou im a diossapouintment im soryrry i dotn wanmt tio diebecaus e of thusi its okay its okay its all goijg nto be okkay ill b e okay ill be betgter pleae

its not my fault eveythtigns so scary
have tou seen rain? thrunfer?
why is the sun so bright? it hurts my eyes- diod you knoq its going to explode one day and likll su???? i dotnw ant that i have ebvry riht to be scared why do i look kke this bugs look so qweird why am i like this i have mushrooms grwing out of m wethats usually deadly am i dead?
am i dead?
the zxombuie ant fugnus is suposed to only affect ants and spides but what if it mutatews and gets to me whahtw ill it do???

i dotnwanmt to go outsie and touvh grass it feels like its stabbing me
theres so may things in that ground so mahy bugs and spores and bacteria i dokt like it

do you get mne?? pe,lse say tyou do im not crazy irght?? IM NTO CRAZYRUGHT?? IM NOT CRAZY IM NOT CRAZY I SWEAAR

ITAS IKKAY ILLL GET BETTTER I JUST NEED TO STOP LOKING IN THE MIRROR THE GHOSTS INIT CANR GET ME THAT WAY IF I STOP LOOINH AT MY SHADOW IT WONT HURT ME I WILL NOT NOTCIE WHEN THEYRE MISSING I WONT I WONR

I DOTNNEEDHELOPI DONT NEED YOUTO HUG ME STOP TOUCHING ME WHY IS THAT THE BASIC RESPONSE
I DONT WNR TO BE TOUHED I JUST DOTN WAT TO BE ALONE BUT I KNWI NO ONW I TRUST NO OJEN PLEZSE

I DOTJJN TRUST MYSEKF ALONE I DNT THIK ILL BE GOOOD TO MYSLEF WHEN IM ALOMNE DONT LEASVE ME PLEASE I DONT ,EAN TO SCARE YUO

✓✓ read 12:41pm

ehem,
sorry about that.
im calmer down i think.
i should be.
its supposed to be easy.

why cant it be easy?

and why arent you respodnding, doc?
please
i didnt mean to scare you away

i wont do it again

✓✓ read 12:43pm

Well- you do seem to be hideously paranoid.
I think taking the prescribed medicine would be good for you, maybe cutting it could help with the fear of choking you've got?

✓✓ read 12:43pm

I don't want it I dont want that inside of me it tastes horrible andd it attacks me easier if it's cut it stays longer in my tongue- I heard that it's easier to get bad side effects fro. Cut pills

✓✓ read 12:43pm

And where'd u hear that? A facegoo group??

✓✓ read 12:44pm

I didn't know therapists were allowed to be fjnny

✓✓ read 12:44pm

There is nothing against it but a lot prefer being more professional, not me tho.

✓✓ read 12:44pm

That's nice.. Professional talk scares me. They sound so mad.

✓✓ read 12:44pm

Yeah, it comes out that way sometimes. I like to be more casual with my patients for comfortability.
Speaking of– if you don't want the. Medicine maybe we could try something else entirely. Get to the core with verbal therapy and get you some coping mechanisms, If you'd like to try.

✓✓ read 12:48pm

Yeah if like that.. thank u Dr arcus

U feel safe.

Don't lie to me please,,,

✓✓ read 12:48pm

I won't darling, You can trust me.

✓✓ read 12:49pm

Dnotsay thats dont phrase it like that dont say i cna trust you thats what they said–

✓✓ read 12:49pm

Understood, i'll note it down.

✓✓ read 12:52pm

Thank yuo,,

Hey cna you do sometjing about nightmares?

✓✓ read 12:52pm

We'll get there when we get there, alright? Let me schedule an appointment first– can you come here or would you rather i go to you?

✓✓ read 12:55pm

To mr please,,, i dont wannt to be a bothe rbut i relaly dont wan tto go outisde,,, i havent been feeling well recently so i dont tbhink its be good n stuff

✓✓ read 12:56pm

Yes can do, and dont worry about being a bother- its what I'm here for, to accommodate for you.
I agree on that, you seem pretty unstable right now so I'd advise against going outside your comfort zone.

Does tuesday 2pm work?

✓✓ read 12:56pm

Yeha,, thanks.

✓✓ read 12:56pm

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[royalpoppy]

username; royalpoppy
goobie name; fear
prompt;
herself, or how others perceive her. tbc

[Lokisaurus]

mark

[nio]

this has been extended until the 12th of march!

[deerbroken]

username; deerbroken + 641378
goobie name; peri
prompt; Thanatophobia. The fear of death.

It made sense, once upon a time, for them to be afraid. For them to fear the oncoming end that haunted every thought, every choice they made. But now? Now it was silly.

They can't die. They're beyond whatever they were before, a specter of the mortal being they once were. It was worth it, they might think: it depends on the day you ask them. Their heart no longer beats, they no longer crave rest or nourishment; all of those things they once needed are a distant memory, something that they ponder after the sun sets and they watch the stars flickering in the sky. A few times they had even closed their eyes, expecting that to be the last time, and yet they awoke again without fail. For years it had gone on. More than they had the motivation to count. They passed the years of their first lifetime, and then a second. After that it became mundane. They have their birthday written down, a few tidbits they want to remember saved in a journal they leave hidden in a decrepit house out in the countryside they once lived in. In their new form, they move from place to place, surveying the local ecosystems far away from peering eyes. They are lucky, in that they still have consciousness; they are unlucky in the fact that those who share their affliction are unable to communicate, and those who resemble what they once were would shun them, cast them away in fear.

They know they are beyond it. They know very well that they won't be at the end of their rope any time soon. And yet still the fear will ripple through them at times, violently and without warning. Their thoughts race and they run, though they never know what they think they're getting away from. They fight with themself, the back of their mind aware of how pointless their fear is but the emotion takes over them anyway. Knowing it has no purpose does nothing to help. It makes it worse, sometimes. They find a vast forest, a fairy circle, a deep pond, somewhere dark and hidden. They close their eyes and dissolve into the darkness. Eventually they calm, and they take faux breaths, a remnant left from their humanity. I cannot die, they remind themself, irritable and always worn more than they expect. I am fine. I am alive. They frown at the latter thought, brow furrowing. That's not right. I exist. That is enough.

[nio]

username; tejki
goobie name; bugbear
prompt;

fear is a very... strange word for this goobie. they don't like to admit their fear, thinking it brings defeat to their name. they have never really understood the concept well enough to willingly admit they were fearful of something anyway. for example, in their childhood, despite getting along with those around them they were *scared* of communication. they were terrified to talk to those first, and even more terrified if they were interacted with at all. second encounters did not scare them as much, thankfully, but as time went on nothing seemed to change.

growing older, entering the years of a teen, the goobie faces a lot of issues. the fear of communication has yet to die out, but they also found themselves being frightened at loud noises, colours that didn't even come close to their pelt, and bees. yes, bees. they hated the things, hated the noise and how small those insects were. all in all, ew, bees were disgusting little things that they didn't want ANYWHERE NEAR THEM.

a couple weeks later, they figured out why they were scared of most of these things. the agel was antisocial, obviously, and they realised this perfectly enough when it came to a party, a greenlight disco. they barely lasted three minutes (two minutes and twenty-four seconds, because yes they were counting) before they dipped and never looked back. another time is when they met a goobie who was seemingly trespassing into territory. they were brightly hued, nothing compared to their dull pelt and they were so cheerful it made them woozy. sirens went off in their head, even though their father beckoned them sweetly to come say hello. the goobie refused (which made it even worse when that brightly coloured agel moved in). another day had occured after this situation and the goobie had come across a beehive. they loved them, they were so pretty and had a good treat inside, but the moment they stepped on a branch they were hunted down, and lets just say they were not the biggest fan of the stingers.

going into late teen-hood and early adulthood, the goobie also realised they were scared of the dark, which is a bit pathetic, but they had grown so used to seeing that colourful goobie in their house that eventually when she had peacefully walked on they had lost their way over and over, often bumping into walls and hearing noises that scared them out of their membrane. they had also developed a fear of death. they were alone, as their father was the first one to walk off, and the only thing they had left was that colourful agel. sure, they still had a minor fear of the colours, but eventually it died down, only to be replaced with another fear, loneliness. they weren't sure they could fend for themselves.

adulthood. their fears raged on strong. they were always inside the house by sunset and never out before dawn. they got into a habit of making plushies for themselves to fight away their fear of being alone, and they placed flowers on plates each morning because they were told it would defend away death. and it did, as far as they knew. they called someone to take care of the bees, and instead the agel was left tending to a garden when the sun was past the trees.

often, the goobie would look up and see their father and the colourful goob he had married, and they feel at peace. their fears nagged them greatly, but they knew they were not alone.

during the nights, they were not alone.
during the conversations they did not want, they were not alone
during the day when the bees came into their garden, they were not alone
during handing flowers off due to lost ones, they were not alone

...and in their own house, so quiet, so empty

they were not alone.

years pass. the agel learns the meaning of the word 'fear' as a couple of conversations are being had at the dining hall they had started catering for. their ears perk up as a couple of words hit them.
"my child developed his first fear today. he fears conversations with others," one agel said, her voice kind as she sits next to a diab who was sniffing around at their plate. another agel pipes up in return, their voice sickly sweet.
"they'll get over it," he says, "as my brother did, and his kid too."
"but fear isn't bad," the first diab speaks up, eyeing the other as the agel hums, "it helps us learn and develop."

the agel pauses, looking over their shoulder to the three. the two diabs were incredibly stand-offish, making them feel a bit woozy, but the other agel... they meet eyes. she looks at them for a moment before she chuckles behind her paw, and suddenly they feel as light as a feather when the two diabs seperate, huffing their own apologies to one another. then, they waddle over and take place next to their fellow agel.

"i was scared of the same thing," they say gently, "i think i was scared of the word fear itself. i didn't know what it meant for a long time..." they trail off, looking shyly away. "but now i do. i have a grasp of it. i am not scared of everything anymore. i hate admitting that i even am scared of something!" they look back to the group who are now listening intently. "i think it's weird. the concept, i mean. i find it weird that my father wasn't scared of bright colours, and that his wife wasn't scared of bees."

"scared of bees?" one of the diabs scoff before the opposing agel shushes him.

"yeah," they smile sheepishly.

"i'm scared of crickets," the agel offers politely, "he's scared of wasps, which are just bigger bees."
"am not!"
"are so."

the agel sits and watches as the two begin to bicker before the diab who was sniffing the plate previously gives them a small smile. "what's your name, kid?"

"...bugbear, and i think i fear a lot of things."

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