#ib lang a

[pyroclastic727]

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[vacant--alleyways]

with ib if you miss one day of class you actually missed three weeks

[rainbluealoekitten]

hey so i don't know you at all, but i saw on an old post that you did an IB eng lang+lit extended essay,,, and if you have ANY tips on choosing a topic for that i would literally appreciate it so much,, i have to choose my topic in the next 24 hours (procrastination </3) and i have vague ideas but no clue how i could structure them or what kinds of topics the IB prefers :/ literally any help, via dm or answering the ask, would be so so helpful ((( but no pressure ofc :] )))

omg hi babes, i'd be super happy to give my advice and i hope i'm not too late?

ok so you know the 3 categories i'm assuming? idk what your school is like but if you need more guidance on the ee in general, go to philpot's step by step guide

when you're told to pick something that interests you, DO THAT. you will spend MONTHS on this topic, researching and writing for hours upon hours, so you HAVE to be invested. even if you love love a topic, you might still struggle for a variety of reasons (my tips on this later on). regardless, you are on tumblr engaging in fandom and media for a reason. WHAT is that reason? what compels you? what themes, character dynamics, settings, motifs compel you? what shows, what books, what films? what about in lang and lit class? do you like ad analysis and the societal implications? do you prefer minute details that make a movie just so so good (e.g. lighting)? did you watch the dead poets society and you've been reading poetry aloud ever since?

the ib requires you to write about an "acclaimed" literary or non literary work, which gives you a LOT of choice. you could write about doctor who, for example.

i'll explain my process when i was picking my topic.

i have always liked greek mythology (like a LOT) and my favourite figure is akhilles. i decided i wanted to do something exploring his relationship with patroklos, but alas! i could not look at the iliad as it was not written in english originally, which didn't fit into either cat 1 or cat 2. so... why not the song of achilles? it's well known and acclaimed, plus would be more fitting for a dp level of literary analysis. but how to explore the characters? well... what else was i interested in?

what makes a character a hero?

this was the central question. i ended up changing the specifics of my question a million times which... don't do that. eventually, my question was (more or less), "how does miller conform to and subvert the characteristics of a hero through characterisation?" (that was not the question. i promise that the actual question was a million times better).

NOW. my extra note.

before you start researching and outlining, here is something i recommend you do before starting, based on my own issues. now, i did get a predicted (knock on wood) A, but after way too much deliberation.

make a list of your strengths and of your weaknesses. consider literary analysis vs diegetic and non diegetic sound analysis (idk if that's even what it's called but yk). consider time management skills. consider outlining skills. consider research skills. what do *you* need in terms of help and support from your supervisor? what do you need to do to help yourself? for example, i should have forced myself to pick a question from the start, before even starting research. this is an issue i have in other subjects too, and caused me a lot of grief for my history ia. i also asked my ee supervisor to help me come up with a realistic, step-by-step schedule bc i struggle assigning myself deadlines.

for the second part of your ask, structure is going to be super dependent based on your topic and category. i recommend reading examples similar to your topic (don't waste time reading ad analysis if you're doing poetry aha). i did mine with bg info on the classical view of heroes, then each bp was a different aspect (first conformity, then subversion). i have a friend who wrote hers on a feminist film and her bg was about feminist theory, with mentions of that time period, which then informed her fairly standard-structure analysis.

let me know if this helps in any way at all, and don't hesitate to reach out again if needed! i wish you the absolute best with the ee and dp more broadly :)

[rxm3]

lit paper 2 is looming over me like russian roulette gun but with an almost full barrel only missing one bullet

I barely remember anything from one of the units, I've only read one of the three poems I should have ready and I don't wanna talk about tartuffe... super excited!

[eruditelite]

to-do list 17.36.51

today i will finish all of my pending work as ill be away for a week for a sports camp with my grade

[poor-little-greene]

lowkey why am i not going to make it through the IB, like??????

ok wait, and i lowk think i chose all the wrong subjects

[rhytmrocket]

i often wonder why my stupidest, lowest effort posts always get a lot of notes compared to my actual art posts

it’s because i havent been posting any fucking art recently

[volimtem]

Steam.

pairing: nika mühl x fem¡reader

wc:1.4k

ib: @nikamewing

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟmusic reqs: 6 inch by Beyoncè feat. The Weeknd

warnings: cheating, smut, vulgar lang.

It was 11 p.m. and 39°—cold as hell. But the fire still burning in your chest from a heated argument with your boyfriend had you roaming campus, the cold being the least of your problems.

Final destination: Werth’s. You needed to blow off some steam.

In the doubt of anyone serving the practice facility at this late hour, you pushed through the doors, making a loud entrance. The familiar Croatian’s head snapped in your direction, her deep brown eyes locking onto you.

“Y/N?” Nika’s voice cut through the empty gym, laced with a mix of surprise and confusion.

Your breath hitched for a second. If there was one person to see you at your worst, of course it had to be her.

“For fuck’s sake,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair.

Nika stood there, basketball in hand, before passing it to you. You caught it with a firm grip, your fingers tensing around the leather.

“What’re you doing here so late?” she asked, her accent slipping out.

You scoffed. “I could ask you the same thing.”

She smirked, shrugging. “Fair enough.” But then, her gaze dragged over you slowly, taking in the tension in your body, the way your chest rose and fell a little too quickly. “You look tense.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling sharply. “You gonna keep pointing it out, or are you actually gonna help me out?” Your voice dipped lower, “I really need to blow off some steam.”

The air between you shifted instantly—heavier, lustful. Nika’s lips curled into one you both knew of *too well.

Her smirk deepened. “Oh, I think I know exactly how to help with that.”

Before you could respond, she was on you. She grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the office with a force that sent arrhythmic beats in your heart . The second the door shut behind you, she wasted no time.

Her hands were sculpting your body, finding yours curves as she pressed you back against the nearest surface. Her lips crashed onto yours. She tasted like spearmint gum, distinctly her.

You gasped against her mouth, but she swallowed the sound, tilting your chin up so she could take even more. Her dominance replaced the heat in your chest with something else fiery. Her hands roamed—gripping your waist, sliding under the hem of your hoodie.

“Take this off,” she murmured against your lips before dragging them down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot below your ear.

A shaky exhale left you, your fingers tangling in the front of her hoodie, pulling her impossibly closer.

“Do It for me,” you breathed in desperation, challenging the girl.

Nika grinned against your skin before flipping you around, pinning you against the desk. Her hands slid lower, lifting up your hoodie, leaving you just in your bra. Her breath was warm against the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” she promised, her voice almost nurturing.

“You’re gonna forget why you even came here in the first place.” She husked.

She grazed her teeth over your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp, before her tongue flicked over the sensitive spot, soothing the sting. She smirked against your skin as a soft moan escaped your lips, her grip tightening on your waist.

“You like that?” she murmured, her husky voice and thick accent combo doing wonders for your arousal.

You shuddered, your hands instinctively clutching at the fabric of her hoodie. “Shut up,” you muttered, but the breathlessness in your tone betrayed you.

You wanted to have some fun with the girl, you weren’t about to let her have all the control. Not tonight at least.

Without warning, you flipped around to face her. “Get on the desk,” you commanded, your voice leaving no room for argument.

Nika arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh? You’re giving me orders now?”

“Yeah,” you shot back in almost an offended way, eyes burning into hers. You knew the girl expected the least out of you, but that only surged your confidence. “And unless you want me to leave you hanging, I suggest you listen.”

She let out a dramatic sigh, feigning reluctance. “Fine,” she drawled, “but don’t bore me ljubavi.”

You rolled your eyes but smirked as she complied to your wants, lying on the desk, watching you with an expectant gaze.

“Shut up.”

You wasted no time. Sliding your shorts down, you straddled yourself onto her, pressing your core against hips, feeling the warmth of her body.

Her hands found your hips, fingers digging into your skin, but you pushed them away. “Not yet,” you warned.

Nika exhaled sharply, her jaw tightening. “You’re really testing my patience here, Y/N.”

“Good.” You leaned in, your lips hovering just over hers, barely brushing.

She huffed a breath, her control slipping as she surged forward to capture your lips, but you pulled back just enough to drive her crazy. Instead, you reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside.

Your breath hitched at the sight before you—her toned abs, pure evidence of her dedication on the court.

“Like what you see?” Nika smirked, her voice cocky.

Instead of answering, you applied your cold fingers to the point guard’s stomach, making her muscles contract under your touch.

“Yeah,” you murmured, finally leaning in, your lips trailing over the dip of her collarbone. “I do.”

She let out a low groan, her grip on your thighs tightening. “Then quit teasing and do something about it.”

The request sounding familiar.

“Be careful what you wish for.” Is all you said to the brunette.

You positioned yourself higher up her abdomen, the warmth between your legs dragging slowly over her skin. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from Nika’s throat as she felt your wetness glide over her.

Her hands instinctively found your hips, her strong fingers digging into your skin, and this time, you let her.

“Shit,” Nika huffed, her head falling back against the desk for a second before snapping back up, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “You’re fucking soaked.”

A shiver ran through you at her words, but before you could respond, your clit brushed against the cool metal of her belly button piercing, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you. Your head dropped back, a breathy moan spilling from your lips.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” you gasped, rocking your hips instinctively, chasing the sensation.

Nika smirked, turned on by how much her piercing affected you. Her grip tightened, guiding your movements, pressing you down to amplify the friction.

“Yeah?” she rasped, watching the way your body responded to her touch. “Then keep going, baby. Use me.”

Her words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, making you grind down harder, the slick sound of your arousal mixing with the heavy breathing between you.

Nika’s eyes darkened as she watched you unravel, her jaw tightening. “Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, voice rough with want. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

Your hands braced against her shoulders for balance, nails digging into her skin as she rocked you faster. The sensation was overwhelming—the hardness of her abs under you, the chill of the piercing against your swollen clit, the way her fingers clawed into your hips like she never wanted to let go. There were definite marks that were going to be left for a few days.

You met her gaze, your own clouded with the daze of sex. “Nika…” you panted, voice trembling.

She arched her hips up ever so slightly, adding to the pressure, a cocky smirk still tugging at her lips. “That’s it, baby. Say my name again.”

You let out a strangled moan, pleasure coiling tighter in your core. “Nika, fuck! I’m so close. So close”

“Then come for me.” She said, helping to talk you through it in her soft voice.

And with one more roll of your hips, your band snapped, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your breath hitched, a broken cry of her name falling from your lips as she held you steady, guiding you through it, watching you fall apart above her with a heated, satisfied gaze.

“Damn,” she teased, her thumb rubbing soothing circles over your hip. “Guess I really helped you blow off some steam, huh?.”

You let out a breathless laugh, still coming down from the high. “Cocky much?”

She shrugged, “Well.. you’re the one moaning my name, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the grin pulling at your lips. “Shut up.”

Nika chuckled, hands squeezing your hips. “Make me.”

The Croatian was right.

She made you forget why you had even come in the first place.

Your boyfriend was not a thought that had occurred through any moment of this.

[visenyaism]

INCREDIBLE

it’s canon confirmed

[vqler]

Plans on TK Content

don't want to spend money on commission? too shy to request? check out this list! maybe you'll find your lovelies in my plans on future posts

updated: 08.06.2025

🌶️ - spicy! ❄️- stalled. were 50% finished a few years ago, or are finished but not posted 🆕 - new ✅ - done comic = purple first character is a ler, second is a lee fandoms A-Z

He/Mo (19 days) Valen (AFK Journey) Ivan/Till (Alien Stage) Jayce/Viktor (Arcane)✅ Player/Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) Sebastian/Ciel (Black Butler) - animation❄️ Player/Fabian (Blush Blush) Bakugou/Kirishima (BNHA)✅ Jirou/Kaminari (BNHA)🆕 Chiyuki/Decim (Death Parade) Tarquin (Divinity: Original Sin 2) Hawk/Fenris (Dragon Age 2) Hamaji/Shino (Fuse: Teppou Musume no Torimonochou) anemo boys/Pantalone (Genshin Impact)✅ Beidou/Kazuha (Genshin Impact) Changsheng/Baizhu (Genshin Impact)❄️ Childe/Aether (Genshin Impact) Cyno/Tighnari (Genshin Impact)✅ Dottore/Pantalone (Genshin Impact)🌶️ Gorou/Itto (Genshin Impact) Thoma/Gorou (Genshin Impact)❄️ Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Zagreus/Hypnos (Hades) Hermes (Hades) Melinoё/Icarus (Hades 2) Sebastian/Ominis (Hogwarts Legacy) Mr.Crawling (Homicipher) Ib, Mary/Harry (Ib) Nico/Hisomu (Kiznaiver) MC/Caleb (Love and Deepspace) Wei Ying/Nie Huaisang (Mo Dao Zu Shi) Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen (Mo Dao Zu Shi) Aster/Morvay (NU: Carnival) Rei, Kuya/Eiden (NU: Carnival)🌶️ Tristian (Pathfinder: Kingmaker) Tsukimi/Kuranosuke (Princess Jellyfish) Fikani/Hedwyn (Pyre) James/Yuki (Sons of Walter) Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS) Tianlang-jun/Zhuzhi-lang (SVSSS) Achilles/Patroclus (The Song of Achilles) Red/Transistor (Transistor)❄️ Alma/Jill (VA-11 Hall-A) Dana/Gillian (VA-11 Hall-A)

Sing/Yut-Lung (Banana Fish)❄️ Rook/Emmrich (Dragon Age: The Veilguard)✅ Zagreus/Achilles (Hades) Reader/Caleb (Love and Deepspace)✅ Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS)❄️🌶️ Rogue Trader/Heinrix (Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader) Victor/Yuri (Yuri on Ice)❄️

there is a chance that some comics will eventually become fics

[mreowsu]

ib: https://www.tiktok.com/@moonstaez/photo/7466145001114733826?lang=en

art cred: 卦阴阳 

(fic below the cut)

painting of an unkempt promise

— king!xavier x queen!reader

the dull floor creaked beneath his weight. the heavy, uneven rhythm of his breathing echoing in the chamber. the torches lining the walls flicker feebly, casting shadows that stretch and coil, but they are weak, insignificant against the all-consuming dark pooling in his chest.

his brow pressed to the cool, varnished surface of the painting, and his fingers clutch at the once vivid hues of her face and the warm smile she wore forever captured in time.

the oil paint is cracked with age, the colors faded now.

but the image remains untouched—preserved in cruel, perfect detail. yet it was still undeniably her.

his queen.

his hands grip so tightly against the outline of his queen that his knuckles bled white, pulled the painting closer—closer— as if he could will her to step out from it, until his breath fogged over the varnished surface, warm against the cold, lifeless paint. if he pressed hard enough, if he wished deeply enough, would the oil and pigment shift? would the warmth of her skin return his touch?

he leaned in, eyes half-lidded with something between grief and madness, his lips brushing over the painted curve of hers. it was soft, fleeting—pathetic. desperate.

the taste of dust settled against his tongue, bitter and cruel, and it was only then that his hands trembled.

“come back,” he murmured against the unyielding canvas, his voice breaking like a dying man’s prayer. “please.”

the sharp, splintering sound of nails grinding against varnish could be heard as he nearly ripped the artwork in his desperation. his fingertips digging into the delicate edges, smudging the careful brushstrokes meant to immortalize her.

his fingers find the wooden stable framing his queen. he then grips harder. nails biting into the wood, and for a moment, he swears he hears it splintering, cracking beneath the weight of his grief. but nothing breaks. nothing shatters. only him. only the silence that stretches between the past and the present, between what was and what will never be again.

time, as it often does, betrayed him. the system had failed him—failed them. the one thing he had trusted—leaving him here, in this desolate future, far from the love he lost. and no matter how much he searched, how many years he waited in vain, she never returned. his queen. his heart. 

she should be here. by his side. her laughter should still echo in these halls, her voice should still call his name dearly— xavier!—he could almost hear it. instead, she is nothing more than a relic of time lost—a ghost trapped in the brushstrokes of a masterpiece, her warmth reduced to nothing but fading memory.

and yet, it was his fault. his choice. he was the one who left her in the future he could never return to. the one where he saw her dying, fading from existence while he could only watch helplessly, unable to get to her in time. and now, here he stood, king of a desolate kingdom, and the home of its missing queen.

he held her face in the canvas, his own tears dripping, silent as they mixed with the oil of the painting. 

his breath stirs against the canvas, but it does not bring her back. it never will.

he stayed. he lived. and yet—

what kind of life is this, if not a slow, merciless death?

his hands slip from the frame, falling limply to his sides, but his forehead remains where it is, as if he can will himself back into the past, into the moment before everything crumbled. before he made the choice that cost him everything.

outside, the kingdom flourishes. they sing of their king, of his wisdom, his sacrifice. they do not know that he would trade it all just to hold her once more.

but history is set. time is unyielding. and she is gone.

so he stays here, in the only place where she still exists.

his lips waver against the painted ones before dragging away, trailing from her mouth to the curve of her cheek as if she were real, as if she were warm, as if the bristles of a brush hadn't shaped her into something so devastatingly untouchable.

"i—" the words were strangled, lost between gasps. "god, i-.. i love you so much."

the weight of his utterance held him captive, as the moonlight bathed the painting in an ethereal glow, making her look as if she might, just might, come back to him.

the weight of his guilt, much too heavy too bear and he sank to his knees. the cracks in the frame were proof of what he’d done. the final act of a broken king who could never make things right.

his knees stuck the marble floor with a hollow thud, arms still curled around the massive frame, forehead pressed against the surface like a man in prayer. his grief crushed him, pressing into his ribs until he could barely breathe. his shoulders trembled, then shook, and finally, the dam broke—sobs ripping from his throat, raw and unrelenting.

his fingers clawed at the edges of the shape of his queen, forehead pressing harder, as if he could bury himself in it, as if he could cross the threshold and meet her where time had left her behind.

his crown is heavy.

his grief, heavier.

© 2025 mreowsu

[kaumedii]

is your ENA ok with shipping, genuinely asking? Specifically if it's with another ENA (mirrorshipping?) I know I might sound like those chronically online tiktok newgens but not me... cuz im so alpha for asking consent.... /silly If not, then it's fine I'm ok with it :P DOESN'T STOP ME FOR STEALING FUGI'S HAT WEHEHEEH

Hi! Thank you for asking for my input! My only gripe with this is using her or ships with her as hate symbols and or promotions of hardcore NSFW. She's also an adult, so treat her like one.

To go off on a tangent, I saw a lot of people on TikTok mention making AI chatbots. In my opinion, your bot will be utter dogshit. There's zero context for that thing— let alone for you all— to work with because of me— thankfully— so you’d be wasting energy and having a shitty experience; it’s not worth it. Let’s put that ELA, AP LANG-LIT, IB, Humanities— whatever— to good use and write something to exercise HUMAN creativity. Besides, I feel like people are already writing fics— only god knows how— and that likely includes self-shipping and "mirror-shipping", so you won’t be alone in that regard (trust me).

As for mischaracterization, I'm not too anal about it because she's pretty 1:1. Most of the time, it'd be obvious that you're wrong, but if we're talking headcanon, I couldn’t care less. I will say, however, that people are oddly fixated on her ethnicity. I will confirm absolutely nothing because I never wrote her with ethnicity in mind, so see her as you please.

I would rotoscope myself onto this, but I'm injured. It's essentially my reaction to you guys romancing Fugi:

[studyingscribbles]

WELCOME! ⋆｡°✩

this is a new studyblr blog that aims for me to get motivated for finals coming up and for others to be motivated as well! <3

feel free to send in harsh studyspo, inspirational quotes that'll be posted or just study advice! anyone is welcome on here!

a little about me: pri, y12 (recently 16) in high school, intp, currently doing IB, chronically overwhelmed, major procrastinator, aspiring bsc economics student

subjects: math aa hl, economics hl, history hl, chinese b sl, eng lang&lit sl, physics sl

current read: the handmaid's tale (for eng lit!)

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[bitternerd0]

analyzing this shit like the IB lit and lang student i’ve been trained to be

[zilodak]

hi I was wondering when you first started drafting your plot did you use any guide videos or books to try to understand how storytelling works if so can you recommend some ?

Yes and no. I always liked listening to book video essayists/commentators and they helped me a great ton with understanding what might be more efficient ways to tell the stories they were reviewing. I took higher level Lang and Lit when I did the IB, so a lot of what I learned about critical lenses and storytelling comes from there, I *physically* cannot shut my brain off to read a book. As a result I tend to look at a book from different perspectives. I always ask myself from what perspectives is it successful at telling the story and from what perspectives is it not.

I've been reading a lot of books lately too, from all sorts of different genres (my main focus remains sci-fi however, or New Weird which is somewhat of an extension to sci-fi). I tend to study how the story is structured more than the content itself, and apply those remarks into my narrative.

I'm a firm believer that there is no general right or wrong way to write fictional books, what matters is if that is the best way to tell your story. And for that I recommend just reading books in general, especially those that are out of your comfort zone. Even if you don't end up liking it, you'll still have a solid basis to start off from your analysis.

I think what puts my mind to ease is that not everyone will like the choices you make when you're telling the story. It is inevitable. What might be good storytelling to you might be slop to someone else. So it's better to have a solid idea of how you want to present your story than it is to try to please everyone with it and subsequently turn the whole narrative into an uncertain mess.

You only want the illusion of uncertainty on your readers, but you've gotta be certain about your choices.

[disney-forever-and-evermore]

i graduated!!!! from the ib yesterday and yk what my japanese a lang & lit teacher said?

she said that i look so different now that ib is done

... and yk what that's so true, i can speak japanese and not feel fear

so in conclusion: don't take japanese a language & literature sl and if you take it for hl, i am so confused