#claustrophobia

[snekberry]

Too Close I Cannot Breathe

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

"It's hopeless! Every man who has gone in is either too large to fit down the squeeze or they completely lose their nerve and turn tail!"

"Don't despair, we'll get him out. We just need someone small, tough, and with no sense of self preservation."

A caver is stuck down a gypsum cave and has sparked a media frenzy. Tintin's editor sends him to America to get in on the story, but Tintin quickly discovers that while the attention the story garnered might have sent more help the caver's way, the disruptive crowds, moneyed interests and media circus might have only aided the cave's endeavour in holding its prisoner captive.

[blahlahblash]

Day: 25 "Phobia"

Claustrophobia!

[foxprints]

Transport Crate

[whumpandothercomfort]

Pet whumpee who's kept in the sliding drawer under their whumper's bed during the day. It's too small to wiggle around, with their back and chest pressed tight between the slats. No amount of begging or pleading has ever changed this position.

Whumper lets Whumpee out at night so they can sleep chained to the mattress beside Whumper instead. Whumper holds and soothes them every night and then gently coaxes them back into their drawer in the morning.

Whumpee holds onto their sanity in the drawer by remembering it's only a matter of time before night will fall and Whumper will take care of them again.

[ky-landfill]

[olivexing]

Big fish, small regency house 🧜‍♂️🥲

If shrinking feels like tensing up, is growing like…stretching?

Is it freeing, or does it feel like being pulled on from all directions? Any thoughts on this?

[ichimakesart]

The labyrinth streaches infront of you. You are lost. Which way do you choose?

Go into the light.

To the weird squeaking from the right.

Is someone there at the left corridor?

…are those whispers?

Venture into the dark.

Stay.

Warning.

Entering the labyrinth can be too fearsome for some people. If you cannot stand dark or tight places please do not go forth. No sounds, mild jumpscares ahead.

[whumpster-dumpster]

I see a lot of whumpees who are claustrophobic after spending so long in a cell but what about whumpees whose cells were so huge they could never find their way? Now they get so easily lost, always needing a wall to lean on to orient themself, seeking small spaces

[7cfc00]

[The Grotto Episode 1: Buried Alive]

Move on the exhales. Feel your heartbeat. Calm your mind.

[cupcake-hearts]

Apollo: is Ares really afraid of jars?

Artemis who was actually there: no, he's claustrophobic.

Dionysus: what does that mean?

Apollo: it means he's afraid of Santa Claus.

Athena: no-

Dionysus: HO!HO!HO!

Artemis rolling her eyes: little help, Hermes.

Hermes:*slaps Dionysus* stop it, you're scaring him!

Athena: uh... No.

Meanwhile, somewhere one Olympus-

Hephaestus: hey, Aphrodite. Someone's calling you.

Meanwhile, somewhere else on Olympus-

Hera: Zeus, I think someone's trying to get your attention.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

tintin is incredible at timing

(possibly) the final snippet I'll post from my story The Gypsum Maw, the previous part which follows directly before is here - I've been seeing comments asking about where to read the full thing, I'm afraid what I post is basically it - I have more pages in my sketchbook but I suspect they are only legible to me!

this post is already long so more notes and credits under the cut!

I asked for some help for coming up with friends for Chang! The gentle giant Masek was created by InkyTrink on Twitter and the super excitable Libby was created by dreamyopal, a discord mutual:

They came up with some great character notes and were super helpful providing feedback on my designs!

Writing this felt pretty odd in ways. I graduated in 2020 during the Plague Year so my class didnt get a public art showcase. I attended one last year and it was a bittersweet experience.

Reunions feel a bit like time travel, you see people after a few years and things change quite a lot. I wanted to explore this in my post canon series, Chang has grown up, found himself and has been able to live a fairly normal life with family and friends. Tintin in a way reflects that young adult insecurity about being stagnant, like you haven't been able to fully reach adulthood properly. His fame and status as a Young Boy Reporter is holding him captive, he longs for connection but is held back by expectations from both himself and the outside world.

I've also been inspired by the concept of 'queer time,' the concept that the lives of queer people progress differently to the lives of non queer people. It takes time to come to terms with yourself and to come out. Queer people are often excluded from milestones like marriage or having children. Tintin being confronted with his peers at a university highlights his insecurity about being left behind, but he's slowly making the journey to self acceptance by talking to others, and recognising common ground he has with others.

Chang's university isn't a one to one reference to a specific institution but in Belgium there was a secular movement in reaction to the dominance of the Catholic church, in which universities played a key role. There's references to art movements that were deemed "degenerate" by the Nazis here, such as Fauvism and Surrealism.

[thegikitiki]

Kitchen Design & Decor, 1969

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Mermay Special

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: mer/vampire whumper, mer/vampire whumpee, whumper-turned-whumpee, dehydration, claustrophobia, starvation, torture, brief death wish, recovery, caretaking

have something special for mermay :) inspired by this fanart my friend lostie drew 2 years ago!!

-

It hadn’t rained in a week, Jim’s freshwater had run out the day before, and he was going to die.

He knew he was going to die. Kane would come back to feed, and his body wouldn’t be able to hold up anymore, and he would die. Either with Kane’s jaws clamped around him, or later, alone in the damp cold sand.

He wasn’t thirsty enough to be desperate yet, not desperate enough to drink the abundant saltwater taunting him from his prison’s little beach. He knew it would only make him die faster. It was poison.

It hardly mattered at this point. Months with no rescue likely meant no rescue at all, and this was hardly a life. Still, something cried out in him, wanting to live.

Jim scrambled against the rock as he saw that telltale fin start to poke out of the water, more and more until the vampire revealed himself in full, the head and torso of a man and the tail-end of a shark. Not that there was anywhere for Jim to use his worthless legs to run to.

“Food.” Kane slung half a seal onto the surface, raw yet unbloodied.

Jim cautiously crept forward. “I need water.”

Kane raised an eyebrow at him, then splashed him, leaving him soaked.

“Fresh water,” he pressed, pointing up to the clear sky. “Rainwater. I need it or I’ll die. Please, just take me back to the beach, any beach where there’s humans. I won’t be any use to you dead. You’re not some animal, you know this isn’t right, please!”

“Human mine,” Kane dismissed firmly.

Jim sobbed drily. “I can’t. I can’t. You’re going to kill me.”

“Eat.” Kane shoved the meat toward him, making him flinch back. “Then I eat.”

Jim looked to the sky, Kane’s hungry eyes never leaving him as he devoured the vampire’s leftovers. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, he wouldn’t make it another day.

“Human.” Kane gestured him forward as soon as he finished.

“No, no, I don’t want to!” Jim backed up to the rock again, even knowing it was useless.

Kane huffed, climbing up onto the sand. “Food,” he called him now, a warning tone to his voice, piercing red eyes growing angry.

“Stop,” Jim insisted, squeezing his eyes shut. “No!”

A clawed hand grabbed his leg, any attempt to kick him away futile. He couldn’t match a vampire’s strength on his best day, and this was not his best day.

He cried out as sharp teeth dug into flesh once again, feeling much like the seal in his stomach.

-

Kane whined softly, squirming against the glass.

The fishers had put him in a smaller tank again. He couldn’t be sure–though he learned more of their language every awful day, there were still gaps–but he was near-certain it was a game to them, at this point, how small of a space they could force him to live in. He didn’t need to know their language to see their smirks.

He hadn’t even meant to break the last one. He had been trying so hard this time, and he’d been asleep when it happened. Even so, the fishers left him gasping on the floor in a pile of broken glass for hours. Even the tiny tank was better than none at all. How far he’d fallen, that he could consider this lucky.

Kane wished he could go back to complaining about not having room to swim. He would do anything to go back to the first tank. This one hardly afforded him room to move, to breathe. No matter how he tried to position himself, he always ended up touching the walls, his tail bunched up uncomfortably.

The water was too salty, burning his gills with every breath. He didn’t dare complain about that again. Last time, they left him in that horrible freshwater humans love so much until he screamed and bled to the point where any other fish would die.

But he was a vampire, and there was no driftwood here.

Every time a fisher walked past, Kane tensed. Some carried cruel metal tools, meant for fish already dead, though he’d already known their sting far more than he’d like. Some carried cruel metal tools and looked at him, making him wish he had anywhere to hide.

“Comfy?” a fisher mocked, tapping the glass with the end of his fishing stick, the unavoidable vibrations reverberating wherever he touched it.

Kane shook his head, hoping the answer was acceptable.

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He perked up at the mention of food, whining louder this time.

The fisher laughed, flicking one of those foul little ash-and-paper cylinders into his tank. “Eat it.”

It would make him sick, but far worse would come of disobeying orders. Maybe the fisher would allow him some food if he obeyed. Kane wriggled until he could position himself enough to reach the bottom of the tank, scooped it up, and swallowed it down.

Another fisher joined him, saying something he couldn’t understand and nodding at his tank before approaching.

Nothing good ever happened when he was taken from his tank.

“No, no, no!” he wailed as his head breached the surface, his salt-lined gills burning all the more against unforgiving air.

-

Jim didn’t go to the beach anymore.

After months stranded and years after living in fear, he never thought he’d get even ten miles near a coastline. Not even twenty. Yet here he was, getting within two, just to see the damn vampire. Just to confirm it’s him.

The scars on his arms and legs floated the vague line between hurt and not, leaving him unsure if it was in his head.

The smell of distant saltwater made him want to vomit.

Jim greeted the fishers in a daze, letting them lead him to the vampire that might be his.

And there he was.

Kane looked worse for wear. He was littered with more scars than Jim was, trapped in a tank barely wider than his body, and even his body looked near-emaciated. His wide eyes locked onto Jim with sudden, harsh terror, and he squirmed as if to try to get away.

“Why’s he… in there?” he asked dumbly.

“Gotta keep a vampire reeeal secure, you of all people know you can’t trust the fuckers. Give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile. Can’t move around, don’t have the energy to fight, knows it’s got hurt coming if it tries, that’s the safe way to keep ‘em,” the fisher explained.

Jim couldn’t look him in the eyes after that, so he looked at the tank instead.

“Kane?”

Kane whimpered, pressed against the back of the tank, though that only left him what looked like a couple inches away from the front of it. Jim felt claustrophobic just looking at it.

“So?” the fisher prompted.

“This is him.” Jim took a step forward, hesitantly pressing a hand to the glass. He was really here, powerless to hurt him again.

But Kane was hurt, and terrified, and trapped somewhere small and uncomfortable. There was no way he could leave him here.

“Do you think… I could take him?”

-

Every day, humans came to the aquarium in droves. As an unending mercy, Kane’s tank here was large, with ample places to hide. He never came out while the humans were visiting.

No one hurt him at the aquarium. He always had enough to eat at the aquarium. The workers always smiled at him when he surfaced for his meals. Not the malicious smiles of the fishers, but real ones, like they were friends. They talked to him like he was a person, and he was getting better at talking back, and they didn’t even get mad at him when he wouldn’t come out for the guests. Bellamy slipped him an extra fish and told him he deserved it for being a trooper. He didn’t know what a trooper was, but it sounded good when he said it.

Maybe he would start showing himself, one day, just to make them happy. Maybe if it ever stopped being scary.

As it stood, there was only one guest Kane would leave his hidey-hole for. Thankfully, they allowed him to come just after closing, away from the crowds.

“Hey,” Jim greeted. “Just came to, uh, check up on you. Make sure you’re still doing alright.”

Kane couldn’t speak underwater, and Jim was nowhere close to the top of the roomy tank, so he nodded. He looked at his hand, trying to remember the sign for a second, before making a ‘thumbs-up’.

“You’re okay? You’re happy? No one’s hurting you? They’re feeding you good? Helping you with medical stuff?” Jim asked.

Kane nodded again, smiling this time. He tried not to show his teeth.

Jim sat by the tank. “That’s good. I’m happy for you, man. You know how long ‘til the doc clears you to go home?”

It wouldn’t be long, now. He was gaining the weight back, his injuries had healed, and the exercises he’d been given were helping him learn to swim normally again. Soon, he would be able to survive in the ocean, just like before any of this nightmare had ever happened.

Bellamy said they could do a program together, if he wanted, where guests would come to learn about vampires and ask him questions. He said Kane didn’t have to if he didn’t want to, but winked and promised him some of his blood if he gave it a try.

No fisher could catch him again if he stayed at the aquarium. People would protect him at the aquarium.

Kane shrugged, not sure he would ever leave.

-

sorry all i can write are AUs lol <3 they're warming me up for the main series i prommy

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[vveirdnobdy]

Cale having Claustrophobia living in my head rent free rn. It’s something that I’m like in my heart of hearts it must be a thing. But I never see it talked about in fanfiction and I’m rotting cause I personally feel like this should be more of a thing.

You can’t tell me those three days didn’t effect him at all man

[thestuffedalligator]

“How many daughters do you have, Phobos?”

Phobos thought about this. “Just off the top of my head, sir?”

“Sure,” Zeus said.

Phobos told him.

“Holy shit,” Zeus said.

“We’re a very busy household, sir,” Phobos said.

Zeus sat back in his chair with a cushiony hissing noise.

There was a drinking bird toy on Zeus’s desk. It bobbled, tilted forward, and plunged its beak into the liver of a model figurine Prometheus before it bobbled upright again.

The bird toy plunged. It bobbled. It plunged again.

Finally, Zeus said: “Phobos, I want you to understand that nobody understands a father’s love for their children more than me.”

Phobos said nothing. It was the safest bet.

“And as my grandson, I want you to know that I love the opportunity to meet my great-grandchildren as often as I can. Except that maybe…”

“Sir?”

“Maybe,” Zeus said in the delicate tone of the diplomat, “maybe we don’t have to bring all of them to family meetings?”

“They hardly ever have the chance to visit, sir.”

“I know, I know, and I’m not asking for none of them to visit. I’d like to see more of Nyctophobia or Thanatophobia, they’re smart girls, and – ha, yes, Astraphobia, there’s a girl who understands my work. But possibly – possibly – Claustrophobia could stay home?”

“She spends all day shut in, sir. It’s good for her to get out in the fresh air more often.”

Zeus nodded. He chose not to mention the time that Athena had been found locked in a cupboard. Nobody had seen who pushed her in there – there was no real proof, but…

“And it has to be said that Apollo finds Coulrophobia possibly just a bit…”

“She’s just expressing herself, sir. He should appreciate that more, as a patron of the arts.” There was just possibly a glitter of an edge in his tone.

“Well – yes, but – face paint and balloon animals? Would we call that art?”

Phobos considered this. “I don’t know much about art, but I know what makes my daughter happy, sir.”

“All I ask is that in the future, we might think how others might react to the presence of your daughters and be considerate of their feelings.”

Phobos thought of this. “Possibly, sir,” he said at last. “Definitely worth considering.”

Zeus nodded. Then his attention turned to the sticky-looking child in Phobos’s lap. “This one is…?”

Phobos brightened up. “Arachibutyrophobia, sir,” he said. “One of our youngest, we’re very proud of her.”

The sticky-looking child stared unblinking at Zeus. Then, without looking away, she reached into the jar she was holding, took a handful of gooey peanut butter and put it into her mouth.

Zeus felt a sickly shiver run up his spine. It was a horrible thought, but he had to admit that they were very creepy children.