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snekberry · 10 months
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Too Close I Cannot Breathe
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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:
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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.
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foxprints · 8 months
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Transport Crate
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ichimakesart · 11 months
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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.
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olivexing · 12 days
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Big fish, small regency house 🧜‍♂️🥲
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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?
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vveirdnobdy · 3 months
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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
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 8 months
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FEAR OF DEATH
by Sadan Vague
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ky-landfill · 9 months
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thestuffedalligator · 3 months
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“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.
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ristorr · 11 months
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"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.
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noirsloth · 4 days
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He’d spent three days curled up in it as it crumpled under the weight of everything Riko piled on top of it, face pressed to the sagging wall where Riko had left him the smallest of holes for air. The fear that Riko would never let him out was only slightly overshadowed by the fear of what Riko would do if he cried out for help, so he’d fought his escalating panic with everything he’d had.
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ichimakesart · 6 months
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The Hag shares her knowledge.
"The Beast is corporeal when it needs to be. It has no body, no pumping heart, no bones.
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"It rests as a wind, whistling between cold stones until it wants to strike."
"Except Its maw."
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"You must find Its teeth."
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"They lie in the ground arranged in a circle."
"You will find it in the valley, between the rocky spires"
"Use them to defeat It"
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The Hag finishes her answer.
You get to work.
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The Beast might be sleeping right now.
But you are far from being safe...
The valley looks barren, yet it is not abandoned. There are living creatures in its corners. Accustomed to the harsh enviornment, living in the shadows.
Dangerous creatures.
You might not be welcomed to enter their territorry.
But your strength lies in your numbers.
You go inbetween the cold stone pilars.
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The shadows are dark and deep like treacherous ponds.
There is no clear path.
To remember your last choices - LINK
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cupcake-hearts · 4 days
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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.
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kabie-whump · 2 months
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♡ Febuwhump Day 20: Truth Serum ♡
@febuwhump
Content: torture, waterboarding mention, blood in mouth mention, claustrophobia mention, burning mention
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Stoic Whumpee who is really good at hiding their reactions from Sadistic Wumper
It pisses Whumper off. They’re doing this for entertainment, but Whumpee refuses to do so much as whimper. It’s as if the torture doesn’t even effect them.
So Whumper feeds them a truth serum.
“Does this hurt?”
Whumpee coughs, freezing water dripping from the tips of their choppy hair. “Yes, but it’s bearable.”
Okay. New method.
“Does this hurt?”
Whumpee spits out blood before they answer. “Yes, but it’s bearable.”
New method.
“Does this hurt?”
Whumpee flinches slightly at the absent click of the lighter. But still: “Yes, but it’s bearable.”
There had to be something that Whumpee couldn’t find bearable. Something that shook them to their core.
“What’s your biggest fear?”
“Tight spaces give me panic attacks.”
Bingo.
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whumpy-wyrms · 2 months
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whumper using tiny whumpee as a fidget/stim toy, playing with them in their hands as if they’re nothing but a limp, lifeless doll. whumper tugging at their limbs, their hair, twisting their body between their fingers, squeezing them in their tight fist. whumper putting tiny whumpee in a drawer with all their other fidget toys once they’re done playing with them, forcing whumpee into a small, dark and enclosed space for hours on end. whumpee being surrounded by things that could crush their delicate body, forced to sleep in painful and uncomfortable positions around the fidgets. then whumpee being roughly woken up and plucked out of the drawer whenever whumper needs something to ease their stress, tugged and dragged around as if they’re nothing but an object at whumper’s disposal.
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