#very very vaguely

[toastedbuckwheat]

Quick sketch of our Ecthelion just chilling at home because I wanted to try out granulating watercolours and what's a better subject than the primary character you've been drawing for the past 3 years

#Ecthelion #silmarillion #silm fanart #very very vaguely #doodles

[whereallthewhumpgoes]

Pet Recovery Counter-Conditioning Phrases

"I am my own person. I am allowed to prioritize my own needs and assert my own boundaries."

"I belong to myself and only myself."

"I deserve to be loved by others, touched gently, and treated with compassion."

(Romantic specific) "My body is mine. No one is allowed to do anything to my body against my will."

"I am a human being, and I am entitled to human rights, such as food, water, and sleep. My needs are not a privilege that I have to earn, they are human rights, and I will fulfill them when necessary."

"I can think for myself and take care of myself."

"I am a human being, not a slave. I am under no obligation to obey anyone's command."

"What happened to me was unjust. I did not deserve to be abused by my former master, and I will not tolerate abuse from them or anyone else."

"I am a good person."

"I have a right to be treated with dignity."

"I am not worthless. I have value apart from my master's attention."

(Romantic specific) "I am allowed to say no."

(Guard dog specific) "I am not a monster. In the past, I acted to protect myself, and I will continue to protect myself with or without my master."

"My rescuers are not a threat. My rescuers do not want to hurt me. My rescuers are safe people."

"If I am ever mistreated, I will report it to my rescuers as soon as possible."

"I do not need to lie to protect myself."

"I am allowed to love myself."

"I am encouraged to form relationships with the other recovered pets, and they will not be hurt if I interact with them."

(Bonded pair specific) "I do not need to protect my bond. I do not need to depend on my bond. My bond and I are our own people, and I am allowed to develop my own interests and take care of myself before my bond."

"I am a person, not a pet."

#i saw that one conditioned boxboy phrases lore post and it gave me some ideasies #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #box boy universe #box boy whump #recovery whump #implied past noncon #very very vaguely #i mean some of the deconditioning phrases are romantic specific and there are Things that happen to romantics in the lore so #implied past torture #implied past abuse

[essektheylyss]

I am once again peddling "Essek talk to Ashton about the Luxon" content, because I am my own primary target audience.

#critical role #essek thelyss #ashton greymoore #luxon blogging #cr spoilers #very very vaguely #for the inspiration for this really

[justplainwhump]

The journalist

Tara’s Story - I

New female whumpee just dropped. Made her for another world, but @whumping-newbie abducted her into her Hitman-based (military) whump story and it’s a match. This is a collaboration.

Tara witnesses a conversation she shouldn’t have.

Content (warnings): Mostly build-up, some notions of (military) police brutality, manhandling, a touch of self-sacrifice that will definitely be built upon later, abduction. Female protagonist.

Marrakech

"Don't." Rabia's voice is rough. Her hand settles on mine, just as I want to grab my camera and leave for the Swedish consulate.

"It's alright, love." I point at the orange vest. PRESS is written over its back in huge letters, both English and Arabic. "I'll be good. It's just a peaceful protest. They'll want the world to see."

"The world, huh? Last time I heard JBS had an audience of 25 thousand." 

I put a hand on my hip and give her a mild frown. "You know that I've sold to bigger stations before. If it's good enough a story, I'll make national."

"If it's good enough a story, some people won't want you to tell it." Gently, she takes the camera from my hand. "I appreciate the time you've spent in my country, but it's still not yours. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Trust me. You don't want to be caught up in this."

"I do!" I'm almost desperate. "Rabia, I've been waiting for the chance to do something political. I love all those 'human interest' cute little pieces, but I want to be taken seriously as a journalist. My story on Strandberg’s fraud was the perfect start! I’ve got a foot in the door, and now, these protests are happening right next door. Literally. So I beg you -" I reach out to take the camera back from her hands. "Don't keep that from me."

"The roof." Her grip around the camera is firm. "We can film the consulate from the roof. That's still good enough. You can get people on the street at another time."

"Rabia -" 

She stops me with a simple look from her dark eyes.

"Please," she whispers. "Please, my love, I beg you, too."

I sigh, before I lean in to press a kiss to her fingertips. "The roof, you say?"

She nods, relief flooding her face. I love her smile. I love being the reason for it. I've been insanely lucky to find someone like her in my life. She's right. It's her country, not mine. She's been my compass for so long. I should trust her now, more than ever.

"Let's go up there then. Lead the way."

-

The situation in front of the consulate is calm, despite the disproportionate amount of noise. Soldiers are monitoring the protesters, guns ready, but still relaxed. 

I bite my tongue to not comment on the chances I'd have, interviewing some of the people. I know the language well enough, I've learned to get people to open up to me, I - 

I shouldn't think this. Rabia is way more experienced than I am. If she feels something is off about this, she's probably right.

I take some more pans of the gathering crowd, zoom in on some of the signs. Mentally, I'm writing the off comments. I'll prepare a 30 second piece, just in case the station needs to fill a blank in their international news. Protestors, waiting soldiers, maybe something about the general mood in the city.

I nod to Rabia and point at the other side of the building, where an abandoned school has been turned into some sort of temporary army quarters. "Let me do a little moderation?"

She nods and takes the camera, carefully stepping back on the flat roof until she has me in a good angle. I flash her a smile, a private one, before I switch over to the professional one. "While protestors gather in front of the consulate, the military presence in the city is becoming more and more palpable. Provisional bases are emerging like in this abandoned school behind me-"

Rabia's eyes widen and she gestures for me to stop.

"What? I-"

"Shhh. Down," she hisses. "Look. Who's that? Is that -"

Soldiers are approaching the building, a blond foreigner between them. He's somewhat nervous, carefully glancing around. I can imagine why. It's him. The man all this is about. 

"Strandberg," I whisper, as I get to all fours, staring over the edge of the roof. "Keep the camera running."

"Bet." Rabia lays flat on the roof next to me, keeping the camera on them. 

On a hunch, I pull out my smartphone too and start filming. Always have backup. Whatever is going on here, it's going to be news worthy. 

"Why is he outside?" I whisper. "This doesn't look like an arrest, this looks like-"

A man steps out of the school building, another soldier, but with a more pompous uniform, causing the guards in the courtyard to straighten their backs and stand at attention.

"General Reza Zaydan," Rabia mumbles. "He shouldn't even be in Marrakech."

"They're talking. They're - what the hell are we seeing?"

There’s an order for an arrest out on Strandberg, he’s an escaped prisoner, all but under siege at the Swedish consulate. Just the fact that he made it out to the street is remarkable, but talking to a high ranking general of the Moroccan army, who doesn’t make any effort to arrest him? There’s a story behind it, and I need to be the one to report it.

"I don't know. I..." Rabia crawls backwards from the edge of the roof and looks over at me. "Love, let's leave, alright? Right now. I... They... This is bad."

I’m still peeking down at the schoolyard, the familiarity between them, the-

Yeah. We certainly should take this material somewhere else for now. 

Rabia pulls back the camera, and suddenly, on the schoolyard, the general freezes. He's looking at us. Straight at us, as he yells "Sniper!"

Fuck.

"Run," I stagger back and try to pull Rabia back with me. She doesn't move, just rolls onto her back and looks at me. "No use," she whispers flatly. "Too late. We're dead. We're dead and it's my fault. Forgive me."

"We're not. We're not dead, we have to run, we need to-" 

Shouts and footsteps sound from downstairs, still on the other side of the street. They're coming. They're looking for a shooter. They'll be cautious, but they'll be brutal.

"Hide," I hiss. "Take the camera and hide, they don't know there's two of us."

"Forgive me," she whispers again.

I can't help it. I slap her across the face, hard, and she finally blinks, staring at me in confusion. "The water tank. Now."

Somehow, she manages to get on all fours, grabbing the camera. "But-"

"I'm American. They won't let foreigners vanish." Unlike her. I don't say it. We both know it. "It's okay. I've got you."

She opens her mouth, freezes, before she nods and crawls over to the tank, pulls herself up the ladder and vanishes inside.

Steps are coming closer.

"Don't shoot!" I yell, in English, then French. "Please, I'm unarmed."

The phone is still in my hand. The phone, with the video, with Rabia's voice, with her contacts, with -

Oh, fuck.

"Hands up," someone yells and I hear them climb the metal stairs.

Without thought, I stuff the phone between the slats of one of the AC units next to me, before I sink to my knees and lift my hands. "I'm a journalist! Press! Don't shoot!"

-

They don't have Rabia. That's the only thing that matters. She's safe. My love is safe.

I tell myself that, repeat it over and over, while I'm thrown to the ground, hands in my hair, a knee pressing into my back. 

She's safe.

All will be well.

They force me down the ladder, drag me down the stairs. Nobody stays back on the roof. 

They do believe me, me and my ID card. That I'm a journalist, not a sniper. 

I'm not sure if that's entirely a good thing. 

Behind me, a group of soldiers stays back on the first floor to search the tiny two room office I've rented. I, however, am not needed here. They sling a shawl around my hair, before drag me across the street towards the school. To hide my hair, a part of me realises. To hide the fact they're arresting a foreigner.

Arresting, or abducting.

Arresting. I tell myself. It's an arrest. It'll be okay. Even though I've witnessed some shady things going on. Even though they're dragging me into some empty school room, tying me to the single chair standing in the middle. 

It'll be okay. It always turned out okay.

"Stay." A soldier says in broken English. 

I don't comment that I don't actually seem to have a choice.

It'll be okay.

#whump #lady whump #military whump #whump writing #hitman fanfiction #very very vaguely #tara mckenzie #rabia elidrissi

[parasite-core]

Me: oh what’s that glowy door? Arata what’re you doing?

…

Arata no

ARATA NO

😨

#WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY? #WHAT DID MY BOY DO TO HIMSELF?!?!?! #Digimon cyber sleuth spoilers #very very vaguely #digimon cyber sleuth

[e-m-p-error]

what's your muse's niche interest that they could talk for hours about? - For val

what's a quote that best describes your muse? --- For Vox

does your muse have any routines or expected behaviors throughout the day? if not, why do they avoid following a routine? - For Dario

IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS

[ Valentino ]

As much as I want to say something sex-related, I think it's actually fashion. He can sew, and has made some of his own garments both when he was alive and in Hell. He picked up crossdressing when he was escaping a woman's bedroom he'd been with that wasn't supposed to have extra-curricular visitors. One of her dresses was faster to get into than his clothes, and he still vaulted out the window in that and his briefs. From that moment forward, he really began to care about it.

[ Vox ]

Honestly, I thought about it pretty hard, and I think the thing that fits him the most is something my family's said. "If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have luck at all." My Vox is so ridiculously unlucky that him just being around himself is a bad luck charm. The luckiest thing about him is that he somehow manages to survive (almost) everything. But this man was an albino gay man in WWII Germany, he accidentally OD'd on sleeping pills while trying to sleep literally three hours before he was born, eventually he made a deal with Val in order to become an Overlord... So I think that best describes him.

[ Dario ]

As much as he doesn't stick to routines, there are a few things he always does. He doesn't sleep very much, and he drinks a lot of caffeinated tea. For the most part, he avoids following a routine because he is, first and foremost, an assassin, and his targets having a routine he can follow makes his job a thousand times easier.

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks) #HEADCANONS ➽➽➽ #Take Just One Last Dare Pretend That You Don’t Care (ℓєgισи∂αяισ) #And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ) #We Fear That Pop-Culture Is The Only Culture We’re Ever Going To Have (νσχ) #cw homophobia mention #cw nazi mention #Very VERY vaguely #cw overdose #cw murder #cw assassination

[chaosmultiverse]

💭 + for salil, on your sister

 Send 💭 + a topic and my muse will tell you what they think about it.    

Salil let out a sigh, it sounded tired.

“...I want her to see the light, to realize mom wasn’t right, that she doesn’t have to reject her monstrous side, that she should join a side that actually wants to protect people in harm’s way...” This was always what he sad, when he had the chance but... It wasn’t his full thoughts.

“I used to really look up to her, when we were kids I was as shy as they came, in the background... Quiet, obedient, prey... But my sister has always been brave and loud and... Well she’s always been the sort of person I want to be like, even if she’s misguided I can’t- Couldn’t help but admire her... I hope she didn’t notice, how much I wanted to be her.” Salil’s face had a softness to it that had been rarer and rarer to see over the years.

“But right now? It’s like she’s dea- No, that isn’t right, it’s like I’m dead, I’m watching from somewhere so removed from her as she falls more and more into the trappings her mother so ‘kindly’ left us. And all of my attempts so far have just been ‘hauntings’ an unwanted presence of the dead, considered to now be twisted and ‘corrupted’ by my ‘death’, not treated as my actual beliefs... I’m tried of watching her avenge a empty grave...”

“...I wish I knew what the right words were, to convince her, to make her see the light, to get her back on my side.”

...I miss her, I want to stop grieving my relationship with her and have her in my life again. Those are the words he didn’t say.

#royalreef #Salil {Someone's Got Blood On Their Hands} {IC} #Salil {I’m A Lifeless Face You’ll Soon Forget} {Headcanons & Meta} #suicidal ideation #very very vaguely #but like Salil is to a degree under the idea that he's 'dead' #I'll try to explain at a different time #but like while he doesn't want his physical body to die he pretty much wants to chagne it so much it's not the same anymore #and kill his old self #any trace of it #so pretty much a death of personality #and ths is part of why is langue use has so many eumissiums for death!

[skyward-floored]

IT’S FI

WIFI

🍞🧀💕

Nope! Fi is very vaguely related to it though

#very very vaguely #like it makes sense if you know who [redacted] is from but otherwise #ehhh #good guess tho! #answers from the floor #anon #grilled cheese shipping

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

--

no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

#cw: suicidal ideation #cw: suicide #cw: self harm #cw: mental health #cw: depression #i made the balloon the main representation of my self destructive urges for a reason but im not going to explain it #i tried to keep a lot of the details in this vague #it would be my worst nightmare if this comic encouraged someone to hurt themselves #so. please dont #for a long time even the thought of making this comic felt so insipid and narcissistic #with the state of the world as it is #having the only threat to your life be yourself felt so privileged and trite and shameful #but doing this comic made me sit down and process things in full #and im just. very grateful i didn't give in to my thoughts back when i sincerely felt i'd be more useful to the world dead #i also feel the need to say that this wont represent everyone's battle with mental illness. its unfortunately different for all of us #there is no fix-all #and im afraid this might be one of those comics that either resonates a lot or misses the target by a mile #i made it for myself foremost. and now that its done im glad i did it #thank you for reading #and please stay alive #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

#my art #feralnette au #birds of a feather #long tags #sorry I went apeshit in the tags #LETS SAY IT ALL TOGETHER NOW #I - M - A - G - OOOOOOOOO #its fun drawing marinette's back to Alya and having her appear stout and unstoppable and totally logical #and then you see her face and she's like two seconds from completely snapping and is keeping it together by a thread #as a note just because mari feels very certainly abt smth doesnt mean she's right. feelings can be valid and also irrational #in the throes of grief she decided it was better to be alone than to lose someone again so she started pulling away #and lila made pulling away very very very easy to do #shes also vaguely aware she's being unfair in pinning this on alya which is why she started spinning the drain on cockmoth again #legitimately all the shit that's happened to her wouldn't have been so catastrophic if he was never in the picture and she knows it #but the bitterness of her bestie choosing a fantastic liar over her at the worst of times stiiiiiings #alya's personal timing was bad but lila really took advantage of the fact that marinette had been acting off and weird #she basically clocked marinette as being unstable from SOMETHING and made up a lie about her #knowing she wouldn't have the strength to defend herself #between her social life going tachy bc of lila and losing fu in a way that felt like personhood death marinette was really put on the spot #and alya doing her thing of busting in there and assuming her bias is correct was a terrible combo #essentially marinette is highly unstable and alya is just realizing that #busting in and giving her a lecture when she's slightly hysterical and definitely delirious from exhaustion is NOT the way #to show her she's self sabotaging #cuz thats just gonna make her double down on self sabotaging. bc marinette will not accept that she is also a CHIIIIILD

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

The scariest movie I have ever seen.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #digital art #scopophobia #scopophobia tw #very low effort but uni is kicking my ass rn #tmagp spoilers #tmagp vague #<- not very vague tbh but I don't want to spoil anyone by accident #the magnus protocol spoilers #my art

[aylendoesart]

Nico in the jar

#nico di angelo #pjo #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #digital art #illustration #i have very vague memories of this book and i don’t have it available right now so of this is inaccurate #then no it isn’t shhhh #my canon now #i just go with the vibes

[trek-tracks]

Why does this in all seriousness look like the poster for a comedy where an environmentalist activist hermit targets a rich asshole’s yacht club party and then it turns out they’re actually long-lost twins

#chris pine #star trek #star trek aos #jim kirk #captain kirk #jim kirk undercover #okay this is very vaguely star trek adjacent but i couldn't resist #my discord alerted me to this tweet thank you for that

[periswirl]

Poison Ivy is hired to revive an extinct flower. It's good money and the flower has no adverse effects on the environment so she's more than happy to take the job.

She thinks everything is good and continues to grow these flowers for her client. Until a child shows up in her greenhouse and informs her that the flowers she's been providing are actually going to a branch of the government and are being used to destroy the a different realm.

The government has been tricking her into destroying the environment, earthly or not. Soon they'd learn exactly why Poison Ivy is feared.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #my post #dpxdc prompt #Im so very tired so this is pretty vague #Batman gets involved when he sees Ivy is going after the gov but he stumbles upon the AEA #and does the batman equivalent of turning a blind eye

[applestruda]

an impy doodle i promised zera

#impulsesv #impulsesv fanart #traffic smp #this is very vaguely traffic impulse but also not specific to any one series #my art

[theminecraftbee]

i think it's fitting that the thing iskall did with his horrifying monstrosity of a base was to tear it down and incorporate all the blocks in a vaguely ominous giant monolith. somehow, this captures the energy correctly.

#hermitcraft #iskall85 #also vaguely ominous monoliths are a very iskall thing in general i think