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Hey! I was wondering. Does it still counts as plagiarism if one of your ideas gets tweaked, but the premise and even the character's motivation and personality remains the same in the story, although is with another name? (Not even the name if honest.)

How could I protect my work from this? More important, is there any way or it is possible to protect ideas? Or the protection only applies for the work itself?

Thanks in advance!

Tweaked Ideas and Plagiarism

Premises and ideas can't be protected. It's how the premise and ideas are executed that matters. One of my favorite examples of this is The Vampire Diaries vs Twilight. Premise-wise, they're almost identical...

🗸 17-year old "non-magical" girl protagonist 🗸 (she's actually secretly magical... sort of...) 🗸 Protagonist has parental issues 🗸 Mystical small town setting 🗸 Protagonist unaware of town's supernatural undercurrent 🗸 Protagonist meets hot "born-in-a-prior-century" vampire at school 🗸 His senses allow him to identify her among all other students 🗸 They fall in love 🗸 She gets sucked into supernatural shenanigans 🗸 She finds out she has friends who are secretly supernatural 🗸 Dangerous ancient council creates more shenanigans 🗸 Eventually she becomes a vampire

It looks bad on paper, but it's the myriad differences that make these stories completely unique. First, Bella is the polar opposite of Elena in terms of personality and situation. Bella's parents are alive but immature, Elena's parents died in a tragic accident. Bella moved to Forks to live with her father, Elena grew up in Mystic Falls. Edward was born in 1901, Stefan was born in 1846 (TV, 1490 books.) Edward has a big adoptive family. Stefan has his brother. Edward can't read Bella's mind, Stefan can read Elena's mind. Bella's supernatural friends are wolf shifters who are part of the local Indigenous tribe; Elena's supernatural friends include a werewolf, witch, and a vampire hunter. Bella can shield her mind from mind readers, Elena is a doppelgänger. Bella and friends fight an ancient council of vampires who micromanage the vampire world, Elena and friends fight a town council made up of anti-vampire humans.

The point is, the actual stories are very, very different despite the similarities in premise.

Now, I will say that if the premise is genuinely the same, and the character has the same appearance, personality, and even a similar name, that's a bit concerning. If you take a brutally honest look at the two works and find more similarities than differences, it's possible this person did over borrow. The problem is there may not be much you can do about it, but it depends on the situation. If you're both published but you published first, it's something you can take up with your agent or publisher, or if you don't have one, you can contact a copyright lawyer to explore your options. It's costly, however. If you can't afford this option, you can contact them and ask them to take it down, but they're not obligated to. Outside of that, there isn't much you can do.

There honestly isn't much you can do to protect yourself from plagiarism. It's part of the risk we take in putting our work out there. Again, if you're agented, have a publisher, or can hire a copyright attorney, you may find you have some legal recourse, especially if the plagiarism is glaring and they're making money off what they stole. Otherwise, you just have to grin and bear it. But the truth is, given the wealth of stories being published every day, plagiarism isn't that common of an occurrence. (Although, it's increasing now somewhat with the advent of AI...)

And I'll tell you, the harsh reality is you may feel like a work is so similar to yours it must be an intentional rip-off, but our brains have a way of making mountains out of molehills when it comes to spotting similarities. Nine out of ten times it's just not as similar as you think it is.

Other relevant posts:

Similarities vs Plagiarism Plagiarism vs Reference vs Inspiration Beta Reader Sees Similarity with Existing Character Does My Book/Story Already Exist Taking Inspiration from Another Story’s Premise Afraid of Ideas Being Stolen or Copied Once Shared Afraid of Plagiarism Accusation

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about your tags on my post, explain to me anything you want about your bmc aus I'm curious

(rubbing my gay lil hands together) you've opened the floodgates i hope you know, so i'm sorry in advance for the walls of text incoming aha.

BUT ANYWAY!!!!

this week (oct 9 to oct 13) is THE exact same dates as the week my LIS AU "Life is Weird" takes place (in 2017 tho), so this infodump will be ALL about that AU in particular!!! also bc the 6-year anniversary of the blog was last month ♥

my icon on this blog is my art from that AU too :]c

EDIT: putting this under a cut actually, so i don't have a mile-long post lol. also, i think i'll make a pinned post with a list of all my other AUs for reference! i have a LOT of half-baked ones i'd love to talk about as well

so:

Life is Weird is a Life is Strange-inspired AU i created in 2017!

the askblog it started with (@asklifeisweird) follows Michael as the protagonist (a la max caulfield), and Jeremy as the equivalent to chloe price.

there's a couple more roles that were originally fairly 1:1 (squip as jefferson, rich as nathan, chloe as victoria, christine as kate, dustin as rachel), but over the years they've mostly grown away from being "reskins" as me and my boyf keep developing the au!

i've also stolen several characters from the BMC book– either entirely or just in name– to fill the background space/chars, since LIS has a whole world of characters and BMC as a musical kinda... didn't, at least back in the day :'D now there's more named bg chars, but keep in mind this AU started before even the 2017 Exit82 revival, so we had uhhh about 11 characters and a book. anyway.

while the askblog itself hasn't exactly gotten very far in the story yet, the au has grown to include more LIS-based ideas as That franchise grew, alongside a lot of our own brainstorming ofc!! there's SEVERAL other stories planned following other characters besides Michael, and a lot of different timelines i'd LOVE to explore (some during blog canon, some just in side stories)

not to mention: since conception, the blog has gone through so many styles of getting the story out there that i consider it a multimedia project at this point. askblog with square panel comics in between, full-on comic pages, writing/fics... and most recently, bust-sprites with different expressions and text in between. i'm also working to add interactive fiction into the mix!!

Michael's story (nicknamed "Redshift" behind the scenes) mostly follows the same beats as the first LIS game, but the further in we get the more we've added to it. i'm especially excited for the LIW-equivalent to the alternate timeline LIS1 shows in (iirc) ep4, as well as the timeline post-Redshift that's inspired by the LIS1 comics :)

shifting tracks, i mentioned this was started Before the first musical revival. because of that and the revival coming out like 2 months later, a lot of the original character designs were based off the 2RT/2015 cast, the E82/2017 cast, or entirely headcanon-based. since then, as more productions happened, appearances have shifted or changed completely!

off the top of my head, some of the more notable ones are:

jeremy: 2RT for current, E82 for younger

brooke: E82 for current, 2RT/NYC for younger

dustin: originally all headcanon, now mainly E82 with some hc

jenna: originally 2RT, now mainly NYC

jake: originally 2RT, now NYC + clothing insp from 2RT

i'd like to take inspiration from other productions as well tbh, but i can't change full appearances much anymore since i've done the fullbody sprites already and i don't wanna completely redraw anyone if i don't have to XD

ok so. i WOULD keep talking but i've realised i have to get ready to see the BACCP production today!!! so i'll leave you off with the AU blogs if you wanna know more or read it or whatever! or feel free to send me more asks, i love this AU with all my heart :]

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*I COULD BE / MY OWN DEVASTATING GOD.

*NAME: Achillas Ramin Badi. *TITLE: King of Egypt *AGE: 37. *PINTEREST: here

»» the weight of the crown, back-breaking yet divine; an unchecked ambition that's brought your country to the forefront; people as a preferred kind of indulgence, your pretty little playthings; a cruel heart tamed only by one other; scarred hands continuing their devastation while burning eyes focus on a future still in bloom — it is your mind alone that bridges the gap, turning wreckage into legacy.

BASICS, HISTORY, SECRETS & WANTED CONNECTIONS UNDER THE CUT !!

*BASICS.

BIRTH NAME: Achillas Ramin Badi NICKNAMES: Achi (to family only), The Sunlit King TITLE: King of Egypt AGE: 37 D.O.B.: tbd (tho i'm feeling aries energy!) BIRTHPLACE: Cairo, Egypt LANGUAGES SPOKEN: French (native), Egyptian, Turkish, Arabic, English ORIENTATION: Heterosexual heteromantic (i think??) RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married (see wcs below!) CHILDREN: none (see secrets / wcs below!) POSITIVE TRAITS: forward-thinking, charismatic, eloquent NEUTRAL TRAITS: strategic, ambitious, relentless NEGATIVE TRAITS: selfish, manipulative, stubborn  INSP: Michael Corleone, Hades, Macbeth, Tywin Lannister, Fitzwilliam Darcy

*TLDR. (app + some extra details)

We are so glad to see you safe, KING ACHILLAS BADI of EGYPT! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are FORWARD-THINKING and STRATEGIC enough to handle it. Just don’t let your UNCHECKED AMBITION bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out THAT DESPITE YOUR COMMANDING PRESENCE AND SHREWD REPUTATION, YOU ARE PRIMARILY GOVERNED BY THE AMBITIONS OF YOUR WIFE. Achillas is an exploration of the grey area between imposter syndrome and unchecked ambition. Being born the King's bastard, the life of a royal was only half his birthright — and yet, he'd hungered for it in totality since birth and forced his own destiny by any means necessary. As a ruler, he's feared, envied, but also admired, and is seen as a bit of a renegade compared to his father's far more pacifist way of ruling. Achillas acts boldly, shrewdly, making political moves that may seem subversive to a common mind but are simply the tell-tale signs of a man playing chess seven steps ahead. He refuses to hide in the shadow of the great rulers of the past and aims to become his own bright spot in the history of not just Egypt, but the world. As such, he's not opposed to using underhanded tactics to make his name a permanent fixture in the history books. Achillas thoroughly embraces the fact that he's the bad guy in someone's story — likely because he knows there's a heart there that beats for the promise of a legacy, something he's eager to cement for generations to come.

*HISTORY.

[ this is so long bc idk how to edit for my life ever! also — trigger warnings for: mentions of child death, manipulation / coercion, murder, depression ]

I. THE BIRTH OF A GOD.

» It's a misconception of the human eye that the greatest secrets hide in the dark. That which is revealed by the twitch of a shadow is a mere coincidence, a byproduct of the true obscurer: the blinding, purposeful glare of the sun. The former was the manner in which Achillas' father lived the whole of his life, existing quiet and demure, sailing on the winds of ancestors who set Egypt upon the world stage. He was granted the benefit of being a peacetime king, one who answered to no greater good than the unchallenged status quo.

» Achillas was born the third child to the King of Egypt, but was not a prince upon birth. When the King's wife and eldest child died from illness, a crisis of succession arose: the second child ascended to the place of trueborn heir, but there was no trueborn spare should a twist of fate befall the family once more. And so, the boy, then no more than a Frenchwoman's fatherless son, was named Prince Achillas on the occasion of his fifth birthday, legitimized by law.

II. THE FORGING OF AN HEIRLOOM.

» In truth, he was not so much an heir to his father than an heirloom, one polished not with the example of leadership and righteous rule, but instead with feasting and hunting and wine-making, as though training to live his days out as though he were merely a country lord, rather than a King of a great nation. Then again, he wasn't to be King, was he? The notion ate away at him, feeding into the hunger that had been born innate to Achillas himself, a desire for more than just the richness of meat and other pleasures of the flesh, but the power to create and destroy as though he were his own devastating god.

» When Achillas was twelve, Egypt's allies called on the king to support war efforts, and he watched solemnly as his father wept at the sight of his older brother leading a battalion off to the training camps outside the city walls. For a moment, he and only he existed as his father's heir. To a lesser boy, solitude would have been a reassurance, but to Achillas, he saw a new crisis arise. With Egypt's resources lessened and the need to protect that which was already theirs, new alliances were the family's only option — they had but one hand to promise. A charming little boy, he played on his father's emotions, begging for their family to feel full once more.

» The years passed and he gained a younger sibling from his father's marriage, and when the war efforts finally subsided, his older brother was set to return with a grand feast. Eyes forever focused on opportunity, Achillas identified someone willing to do anything for money — even something as far as treason. They acted as cupbearer to his brother at the feast, slipping him the potion that slipped him into a quick death in the middle of the night.

III. THE HEAVINESS OF SUNLIGHT.

» All the joy of his brother's return shifted rapidly to mourning, but one alone privately celebrated, his dreams of his future not just attainable, but actualized. His poor father, King only in name, fell deeply into a depression from which he never recovered, wearing the crown but bearing none of the weight. As young as eighteen, he took on his father's burdens, gaining the love of the Egyptian court for his 'self-sacrifice', and they gave him the nickname of The Sunlit Prince: the bright spot amidst his father's dark shadows.

» Prosperity, unlike what his father the King displayed, was not found in meat and wine, but in loans to poorer countries in exchange for their indentured loyalty and service, in marriage alliances, in the hosting of feuding parties on neutral territory for a marginal fee. Although Egypt had not suffered as severe losses as its allies, Achillas took on the task of rebuilding — and building up even greater. He arranged marriages for his siblings, though he refused marriage for himself, desiring not to be held back by the constraints of marriage.

» Like any tragic figure hoping to escape their fate, his efforts to stave off the threat of marriage were subverted when he met someone who captivated him like no other, body and soul — she and only she held this power over him, soothing his soul not like a balm but like tinder to the fire, allowing it to roar on in his political pursuits.

» At the present, Achillas has cemented himself on the world stage as a formidable player. But, The Sunlit King longs to see the success hold fast for the generations of his lineage to come.

*SECRETS.

Despite his commanding presence and shrewd reputation, he is primarily governed by the ambitions of his wife. That's not to say he's incapable of making decisions, but in a similar vein as Macbeth - Lady Macbeth's sort of dynamic, his wife's personality is often what pushes him towards more cutthroat decisions. The love between them is not toxic, but it has undoubtedly led to toxicity for others. Simply put, his wife is his ultimate soft spot — the sun around which he centers his universe, but ultimately could be ruined by it. (WC)

He fears not being able to have a child, and so ingests a number of curative / medicinal tonics, some of which might be slightly mind or health-altering at times — possibly on purpose... (WC)

Achillas ordered the death of his older brother during the feast celebrating his triumphant return home from the war efforts abroad, but has long acted as though he's convinced it was at the hands of an enemy territory. (WC)

*WANTED CONNECTIONS.

i. NO BETTER LOVE » Someone, anyone, pls give me the macbeth x lady macbeth with a tinge of hozier's nfwmb that is Achillas and his wife!! I don't want to determine her personality so much and definitely want to play this out over chemistry and incorporate another writer's own ideas — but I do think that Lady Macbeth is an excellent starting point for the sort of woman Achillas would fall so hard for. She fans the flames of Achillas' ambitions not through pandering and subservience, but through her own ambitions and possibly viperous nature. I don't envision the love between them being toxic, but it would certainly be interesting to play around with Achillas' wife manipulating him into actions that might not actually serve him well in the long run.

ii. A TONIC BOMB » He's a man who's intent on building a legacy, but at 37 years old with no successors to his name, Achillas has taken to drinking tonics, potions, etc., to ideally ensure his success in having a child. I imagine that some of these may have a mind / health-altering effect, possibly on purpose depending on who's procuring them for him.

iii. EAT YOUR YOUNG » Sort of an off-shoot of the previous WC, I'd love to play around with Achillas, a man who longs so eagerly for a trueborn heir, to be hit with the surprise of a child he fathered in his younger years, pre-marriage. This could definitely go in lots of different directions — forged family, antagonistic rivals, a protege — and would undoubtedly cause him to go into a bit of a crisis.

iv. DAMAGE GETS DONE » Though he knows the truth of his older brother's demise, Achillas has publicly upheld the belief that a rival country was responsible for the action. This connect is for a bitterly antagonistic dynamic, but I'd love to add in an aspect of one of the countries needing the assistance (money, resources, public support, etc.) of the other — very much thinking of a dynamic similar to the Lannisters and Martells from Game of Thrones!

*GENERIC WCS.

spies!!

advisors / confidantes

non-royal half-siblings (at least half-French, as his mother was French)

broken-off betrothals from his youth

artists and similar sorts for whom he's a patron / benefactor

anything and everything!! i'm down to clown :)

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› # P4CTED ▒ a   character   dissection   of   banerpg's   LUCARIS VANSTRADA : the boy in the shadows, the cloak - bearer ⸺   ₁ ABOUT ₂ INSP ₃ TRACKER.

FULL NAME lucaris castille vanstrada.  

NICKNAME(S) luc.

AGE twenty9.

RACE half - mortal, half - mage.   

CLASS warlock.   

GENDER cis man.   

PRONOUNS he/him.   

SEXUALITY bisexual, kinsey scale 3.   

BIRTHPLACE montsart, nansir.    

FAMILY edric castille , adoptive father. alya vanstrada , mother.    selayna castille vanstrada , elder sister. vicarin castille vanstrada , elder brother.

SKILLS arcana, history, persuasion, deception

LANGUAGES common speech, scholar language.

VIRTUES loyal, charismatic, determined, empathetic.    

NEGATIVES selfish, short - sighted, ambitious, insensitive.     

HEIGHT 6'0".     

ENNEAGRAM type 4 , the individualist. 

MBTI isfp , the adventurer.   

BACKSTORY trigger warning - child abuse, violence.   

the   castille  family   were   the   most   powerful   mages   in   their   port   -   town   in   the   northern   region   of   montsart -   a   bloodline   blessed   by   lineage   and   charm,   no   one   expected   luc.   his   appearance   was   a   tell   -   tale   sign   of   his   mother's   betrayal,    but   with   the   mortal   man   down   the   road   splitting   as   soon   as   he   was   born,   who   was   to   say?   he   knew   from   an   early   age   that   he   was   different.   even   at   age   10,   his   siblings   were   describing   the   feeling   of   lightning   in   their   fingers,   or   the   taste   of   fire   on   their   tongue.   his   mother   insisted   hers   was   a   family   of   late   bloomers.   luc   didn't   believe   her.

his   siblings   were   cruel   things.   powerful,   if   a   bit   undisciplined,   their   grip   on   the   control   of   the   household   smothered   lucaris.   when   his   mother   was   home,   caring   for   them   all,   she   at   the   very   least   attempted   to   level   the   field.   but   she   was   a   gifted   divination   mage,   often   called   to   the   larger   cities,   so   he   was   left   with   his   father   most   days.   ridiculed   by   his   siblings,   who   were   in   turn   praised   for   doing   so.   it   was   a   dangerous   mix.   

in   all   of   montsart,   power   was   the   dignifier.   no   one   was   strong   or   beautiful   or   intelligent   unless   they   were   powerful.   some   would   call   his   decisions   greedy,   or   envious,   but   in   truth   it   was   survival.   on   his   28th   birthday,   when   he   became   the   latest   late   bloomer,   luc   grew   desperate.  

he   found   the   book   in   a   library   he   frequented,   but   hadn't   seen   it   before.   it's   cover   was   plain,   undistinguished,   but   as   his   eyes   hovered   over   it,   he   heard   a   cacophony   of   whispers.   the   book   was   filled   with   words   he   didn't   understand,   but   he   tasted   it.   a   crackle   in   his   mouth,   like   just   before   lightning   would   strike.   magic.   

luc   never   saw   the   entity   that   he   pacted   with.   the   world   drained   of   color.   the   whispers   coalesced,   become   more   or   less   one   voice,   and   luc   understood   it   to   be   casir,   the   lord   of   shadow.   the   dream-renderer.   luc   never   thought   he'd   describe   a   devil   as   nonchalant,   but   he   supposed   casir   wasn't   normal.   the   shadow   lord   named   his   price.   his   soul,   sure.   but   a   soul   equal   in   measure   was   required   as   collateral.   a   sacrifice. 

luc   toiled   for   days   over   who   it   would   be.   his   first   instinct   was   someone   who   deserved   it.   but   what   would   it   say   of   him   if   a   soul   equal   to   his   deserved   death?   the   whispers   grew   louder   each   night   in   anticipation,   robbing   him   of   his   sleep.   but   what   if   all   souls   were   equal?   his   studies   didn’t   cover   this.   his   father,   he   thought,   was   a   wretched   man.   haughty   and   self-aggrandizing.   even   if   the   ritual   were   to   fail,   the   universe   would   thank   him   for   his   death.   it   didn’t   fail.   luc   knew   it   from   the   moment   his   father’s   blood   touched   his   fingers.   whispers   erupted.   equal   in   measure,   equal   in   measure.   shadows   enveloped   him.   

when   luc   awoke   as   if   from   a   dream,   he   realized   his   sister   had   entered   his   bedroom.   he   just   didn't   see   her   at   first.   in   fact,   he   didn't   see   anything   for   a   while,   with   the   shadows   surrounding   him.   they   never   left.   a   darkness   so   thick   it   smothered   him   more   than   his   family   ever   did.   this   is   what   he   was   now,   a   bearer   of   casir's   cloak.   he   just   didn't   realize   it'd   be   so   literally.

luc   was   on   the   run   for   six   months   before   he   was   finally   captured.   his   magic   had   shaped   out   well   in   that   time,   though   he   often   refused   the   whispers   that   plagued   him.   he   found   his   freedom   from   his   family   nearly   made   him   miss   them.   they   were   cruel,   yes,   but   they   were   fair   and   they   had   rules.   the   world   isn't   like   that.   it's   people   are   monstrous   in   more   ways   than   he   knew.   

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[toadstool32]

Im gonna talk about my OCS for a sec I have to get into a creative space ok here it goes

Raini used to be my adventure time oc she started as like a princess that lived in a box in the woods but the box was a portal to a In between place for diff universes. She used to have a sidekick that was a purple octopus she did shady magic on it to become a big anime guy to help her out and also play games with. Naturally I was like 12 and didn't know what to do with them other than play house with them w my friends and their adventure time OCS. But I grew up n now they changed to something else.

This is them btw ^^^

The octopi eventually became Mati n as I was looking up pics for this I FORGOT mantis insp was Canada from hetalia OTL it's ok I'm fine.

Anyway eventually I grew up n raini grew up into a older sister kinda character bc when I was 12 I wanted her to be 15 (older than me) and then I was 15 n I was like hey. So she's 21 but now I'm older than her so whatever. Also Mati is now rainis lil bro. She actually became a big sister wow!!.

Anyway raini is like. She was made to be a replacement to this evil sorceress like instead of looking for inmortality she was like ok when I die I'll just process someone so I'll make a body for that so she was like ok I'm training a vessel for that n so raini was born in a way but the lady is like ok someone has to make this kid learn stuff so her body is good enough for when I die who's gonna do that not me lolz so raini grew up around lots of u dead servants and she was like alright cool I'll be the best at magic shit and one day mg mom will take over my body cool 👍 but then she got old enough to notice that's fucked up as shit and the sorceress started paying attention to her and started punishing her when she wasn't good enough so one day raini found a spell to make two pieces of jewelry connect to eachother in a way that would funnel energy from one to the other and so raini gave one to her mom and kept the other and when she least expected it started to steal her mom magic energy plus did other magic stuff. So she used the boost in energy to run away. But while she was running away (and it's a big castle like thing that she has never stepped out of) she found in a secluded room a kid. Like seven years old. Staring blankly at nothing so she's like aw fuck there ANOTHER ONE and while the sounds of her mom's screams were ringing thru all the place she grabbed the kid and ran away.

Eventually she found an old place that her mom owned and just stayed there with Mati she does odd jobs around and uses magic to help out ppl in near towns (for a price tho, she's got a mouth to feed) raini still is technically linked to her mom and she wants to kill her bc she doesn't just wanna run away but also the original plan was always that when she dies she Will Take Over Her Body, it's cool it's chill. She's coping.

Mati wasn't trained in anything like raini was her barely a person he's more like a shell but when raini grabbed him and ran away he started to react to stuff and learn u know. Eventually after he spend enough time outside in the real world he started acting like a kid. If a weird one bc all the entertainment in the house are weird anime, zoology books and creepy shit, sappy soaps and also he lives with raini so. But he's probably more well adjusted than raini. Figures. Also he's like a ticking magic bomb, whoops! He can't do magic. But more like. He IS magic, if he ever finds that out he will go nuclear ✌️

Ok that's all for now thx if u read this.but also Why

[gena-rowlands]

jean's read in 2022

hello! so as university reading will take up a lot of the rest of my reading for the year, i thought i'd give a full wrap up here! i may update a few times, but this is my almost-comprehensive reading list of 2022! (insp. by @adamronans)

books in red come with moderate< trigger warnings so feel free to ask on/off anon for more info or please look up the tw's before reading!

non-poetry:

Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh (★★★★★)

The Dumb House by John Burnside (★★★★★)

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata (★★★★)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★½)

Heaven by Mieka Kawakami (★★½)

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris (★★★★★)

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (★★★★½)

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca (★★)

Clementine #1 by Tillie Walden (★★★)

Fragments of Horror by Junji Ito (★★★★)

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma (★★)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides (★★★)

The Sluts by Dennis Cooper (No Rating)

We Have Always Lived in The Castle by Shirley Jackson (★★★★)

Heartstopper vol.1 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

Queers: Eight Monologues by Mark Gatiss (★★★★½)

Heartstopper vol.2 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

The Harpy by Megan Hunter (★★★★)

Politics and the English Language by George Orwell (★)

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (★★★★½)

Alcestis by Euripides (★★★★)

Medea by Euripides (★★★★½)

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart (★★★★½)

Pew by Catherine Lacey (★★★½)

Pine by Francine Toon (★★)

Slow Days, Fast Company by Eve Babitz (★★★★★)

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★)

poetry:

The Book of Women by Dorianne Laux (★★★★½)

Flux by Orion Carloto (★★★)

Sweetdark by Savannah Brown (★★★★½)

Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey (★★★½)

Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★★)

She Felt Like Nothing by R.H. Sin (★½)

Madness by Sam Sax (★★★★½)

soft magic. by Upsile Chisala (★★)

Stag's Leap by Sharon Olds (★★★★★)

The Perseverance by Raymond Antrobus (★★★★)

The Boys I've Loved & The End of the World by Catarine Hancock (★★)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong (★★★★½)

Portrait of my Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing by Topaz Winters (★★★★)

There Should Be Flowers by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (★★★★½)

Grit by Silas Denver Melvin (★★★★½)

Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis (★★★★½)

Wild Embers by Nikita Gill (★★½)

Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara (★★★½)

God I Feel Modern Tonight by Catherine Cohen (★)

Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich (★★★★★)

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed (★★½)

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson (★★★★½)

Incarnadine by Mary Szybist (★★★★)

Firstborn by Louise Glück (★★★½)

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire (★★★★)

Mules of Love by Ellen Bass (★★★★½)

What Is This Thing Called Love by Kim Addonizio (★★★★)

New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★)

At Least This I Know by Andrés N. Ordorica (★★★★½)

Rail by Kai Carlson-Wee (★★★★)

The Asylum Dance by John Burnside (★★★★½)

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (★★★★)

I Would Leave Me If I Could by Halsey (★★★★)

Bloodsport by Yves Olade (★★★★)

American Melancholy by Joyce Carol Oates (★★½)

The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman (No Rating)

[helloparent]

Easy Drawing ideas for Nursery Kids

Teaching children to draw is a fun approach to improve their fine motor skills, creative expression, and observational abilities. Drawing is not just an artistic medium in the vibrant world of nursery education; it is also an essential teaching tool that enhances the Nursery Class Syllabus. It offers a basis for critical thinking, reading, and numeracy. In order to provide every child with the opportunity to discover their creative potential in a joyful and encouraging setting, this book examines basic yet captivating drawing exercises that correspond with early learning objectives.

The Role of Drawing in Early Education

Drawing is more than just a leisure activity for nursery kids; it's a gateway to learning and development. It supports the enhancement of fine motor skills, encourages observational learning, fosters creativity, and aids in emotional expression. Incorporating drawing into the nursery curriculum through a school parent app can also facilitate a collaborative learning experience between educators, parents, and children, making learning a cohesive journey.

Key Benefits of Drawing for Nursery Kids

Enhances Fine Motor Skills: Gripping pencils and crayons improve dexterity.

Promotes Creativity and Imagination: Allows children to express their thoughts and ideas visually.

Supports Emotional Expression: Offers an outlet for emotions and feelings.

Encourages Observational Skills: Helps children notice details in their environment.

Simple Drawing Activities for Nursery Kids

1. Basic Shapes and Lines

Start with the basics. Introducing simple shapes and lines can help children understand the foundational elements of drawing. Activities can include:

Drawing circles, squares, triangles, and rectangles.

Connecting dots to form shapes.

Creating patterns with different types of lines.

2. Nature Drawing

Nature offers endless inspiration for young artists. Simple nature drawing activities can include:

Drawing flowers, trees, and leaves using basic shapes.

Creating simple landscapes with the sun, mountains, and rivers.

Observing and drawing animals with simple geometric shapes.

3. Characters and Faces

Drawing characters and faces can be a fun way for kids to explore expressions and emotions. Activities might involve:

Drawing stick figures and adding simple features like eyes, mouth, and hair.

Creating cartoon characters from shapes.

Expressing emotions through facial expressions on drawn characters.

4. Objects Around Us

Familiar objects provide excellent drawing prompts. Suggestions include:

Drawing everyday items like fruits, vegetables, furniture, and vehicles.

Encouraging kids to draw their favorite toy or book.

Using blocks or other toys to create a scene and then drawing it.

5. Storytelling Through Drawing

Drawing can be a powerful storytelling tool. Encourage children to:

Draw a sequence of events from a story or their imagination.

Create a comic strip with simple characters.

Illustrate their own stories or experiences.

Incorporating Drawing into the Nursery Class Syllabus

Integrating drawing activities into the Nursery Class Syllabus ensures that art becomes a fundamental part of learning. Here are some strategies:

Daily Drawing Time: Allocate a specific time each day for drawing, allowing children to explore different themes and techniques.

Thematic Drawing: Connect drawing activities with current themes in the curriculum, such as seasons, festivals, or animal life.

Show and Tell: Organize sessions where children can share their drawings and explain their ideas, promoting language skills and confidence.

Leveraging Technology

The use of technology, such as a school parent app, can enhance the drawing experience for nursery kids by:

Providing access to digital drawing tools and apps that offer a different medium for creativity.

Allowing parents and educators to share children’s artwork, fostering a sense of accomplishment and belonging.

Offering tutorials and drawing prompts that can inspire children and support their learning.

Conclusion: Unleashing Creativity Through Drawing

Easy Drawing for Nursery Kids is only one of the many advantages that come with including drawing into early childhood education. Easy, entertaining drawing exercises can be incorporated into the nursery curriculum, and parents and teachers can use resources like the school parent app to create a rich, nurturing environment where young students can express themselves, explore their creativity, and gain critical skills for future learning.

Early drawing instruction benefits children not just by developing their artistic abilities but also by establishing the foundation for future academic success, emotional maturity, and a lifetime enjoyment of the arts. Let's keep in mind that each child's artwork is a window into their imagination, providing insights into their ideas and experiences as we support this creative journey.

Check: Preschool in Wagholi, Preschool in Noida

[tndidd]

WORLD DOWN SYNDROME DAY

Magazines, book covers, billboards, and news articles. You name it, she's been on it! Meet Hannah Grace Mullowney, the Tennessee model who does it all.

Photos of Hannah Grace have been featured all over the world... and she's only 9 years old! Her mother, Stephanie Mullowney, started capturing photos of Hannah Grace when she was barely a toddler. Since then, Hannah Grace's work has blown up!

Check out the video below to see her work in action!

[livetoday4tomorrow]

5 Simple Ways to Boost Excitement in Your Life

Introduction In a world where routine often reigns supreme, injecting a dose of excitement into our daily lives can feel like a daunting task. However, the pursuit of exhilaration doesn't always require grand gestures or drastic changes. Sometimes, it's the small, simple steps that can significantly elevate our sense of adventure and joy. Here are five easy ways to bring more excitement into your life, ensuring each day is met with a renewed sense of enthusiasm. 1. Embrace New Experiences One of the most straightforward ways to boost excitement is to step out of your comfort zone and try new things. This doesn't necessarily mean you have to go skydiving or travel to a far-off land (though those are certainly options). It can be as simple as trying a new cuisine, picking up a hobby you've never considered before, or even taking a different route to work. The key is to break the monotony of your daily routine. Each new experience is a chance to learn, grow, and, most importantly, have fun. For instance, if you've always wanted to learn an instrument, now might be the perfect time to start. Not only does this provide a sense of achievement, but it also introduces you to new communities and perspectives. Similarly, joining a local sports team or a book club can be a great way to meet new people while engaging in something you're passionate about. 2. Set Exciting Goals Setting goals is a powerful way to inject excitement into your life. These goals should be challenging yet achievable, and most importantly, they should be things that genuinely excite you. It could be running a half marathon, writing a book, learning a new language, or even redecorating your home. The thrill of pursuing something meaningful can transform the mundane into the extraordinary. The process of working towards these goals can be as exciting as achieving them. Create a plan, track your progress, and celebrate the small victories along the way. This not only keeps you motivated but also adds a sense of purpose and anticipation to your daily routine. 3. Cultivate Spontaneity While having a routine is beneficial for productivity and stability, too much predictability can lead to boredom. That's where spontaneity comes in. Being spontaneous means being open to the unexpected and willing to act on impulse (within reason, of course). It's about saying 'yes' to last-minute plans, taking impromptu road trips, or simply doing something unplanned on a free afternoon. To add spontaneity to your life, start small. It could be as simple as trying a new restaurant without reading the reviews first or going to the movies and picking a film at random. These acts of spontaneity can lead to memorable experiences and stories, adding a layer of excitement to your life. 4. Connect with Others Excitement often comes from the connections we make with others. Engaging with friends, family, and even strangers can lead to exciting opportunities and experiences. Organize a gathering, attend community events, or volunteer for a cause you care about. These interactions not only enrich your social life but also expose you to different ideas and perspectives, which can be incredibly stimulating. Furthermore, consider collaborating with others on a project or goal. This could be anything from starting a small business with a friend to joining a community garden. Working with others towards a common goal can be a thrilling experience that adds a sense of camaraderie and accomplishment to your life. 5. Regularly Change Your Environment Finally, changing your environment can have a profound impact on your sense of excitement. This doesn’t always mean traveling to new countries (though travel is a fantastic way to experience new cultures and environments). It can be as simple as exploring new areas in your city, redecorating your living space, or even just rearranging your furniture. Changing your environment can refresh your perspective and inspire a sense of novelty. Visit local landmarks, parks, or museums you've never been to before. Even a day trip to a nearby town can provide the change of scenery necessary to break the monotony of everyday life. Conclusion Injecting excitement into your life doesn't require drastic changes or expensive adventures. It's about embracing new experiences, setting exciting goals, cultivating spontaneity, connecting with others, and regularly changing your environment. These simple steps can significantly enhance your daily life, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. Remember, the pursuit of excitement is deeply personal, so feel free to adapt these suggestions to fit your interests and lifestyle. By making small, intentional changes, you can transform your life into a thrilling journey filled with joy and discovery. Read the full article

[sous-le-saule]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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Being productive every day seems a bit excessive

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See the full post

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What's the point of art if it's not made by humans?

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#2

What I see : ofmd

What I read : oh my fucking god

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My #1 post of 2022

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[rubberbandballqueen]

being the only jesus knower in my friend group means i have to field questions like “jesus didn’t ride into jerusalem on a giant crab, right?”

[akaanonymouth]

Berena/ Holby City World Book Day Snippet

“Enough!” Serena throws up her hands. “This madness has to stop!” She jams her hat firmly on her head and stalks to the lift, the stuffed cat jammed firmly under her armpit. “It’d be quicker if you used the broom!” Fletch calls, ensuring the doors are closing before she can fly back out and hit him with it. Ignoring the almost frightened looks she is garnering from people she passes, she steadfastly makes her way to Keller, all the while muttering furiously. Sacha, sitting by the desk, gets to his feet slowly, hands outstretched. “Please, Ms. Campbell, I didn’t mean it. Don’t turn me into anything… unnatural, like!” he pleads, high pitched and trembling. Serena comes to a dead stop, and looks him up and down darkly. “Rather large for a hobbit, aren’t we, Mr. Levy?” “Gamgee,” he corrects, smiling rakishly. “And my mother said I could be anything I want.” Serena almost loses herself in the banter, but her mood is too established to be overcome even by a six foot halfling. “Have you seen Ms. Wolfe?” Sacha’s eyebrows raise. “Yes. I found her on the second turn. Won a Dairy Milk. Haven’t had any luck since, though. So I’m not giving any clues, if that’s what you’re after,” Serena almost growls. Since when,” she says, too measured, too calm, “does dressing up as a character mean embodying it so completely? I mean, you don’t see me flying about the place, cackling spells left right and centre; this is still a hospital,” Sacha opens his mouth, promptly closes it again as Serena’s face dares him to even try. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I waded through half a ward full of Hogwarts wannabes down on E.D., AAU sent me on a wild goose chase, quite literally, I might add, thanks to the wonderful patient dressed as Peter Rabbit who brought a real life Jemima Puddleduck with him, Darwin… Well, does embodying an evil queen really constitute dressing up for Ms. Naylor, or just a well overdue coming out? Anyway, the Italian is quite the infuriating riddler, too – it seems the same person that explained World Book Day to Bernie, also explained it to him – and so…” she takes a deep, fortifying breath, and bestows a sickly, false smile upon Sacha, who has backed up a few paces. “I am still none the wiser as to where, exactly, Wally is, and, as you can probably tell, entirely unamused that the entire hospital has somehow become an embodiment of a bloody activity illustration!” “Maybe it would have been easier if you used your broom!” he chuckles, the humour almost literally melting from his face under Serena’s acerbic eyebrows.

He nods placatingly, his lips moving for a few seconds before forming words again. “You know, not all ice queens are evil, just… umm, just an aside,” he adds, quickly. “And you might want to cast your…umm, net, your net!… A bit wider. Think outside the box,” Serena’s arms cross almost violently. “Mr. Levy, apparently I need to spell it out to you, I am not in the mood. Where. Is. Bernie?” The Wally, Serena’s mind supplies, and she rolls her eyes at herself, at the fact that, even when she’s exasperating, Bernie can still slip past her facades and make her smile, even if not entirely happily. She feels a hand on her arm, and turns her head slowly. “Follow me,” Essie smiles, and Serena arches an eyebrow. Sacha barely contains a snort as Serena takes in Essie’s deep red cloak, the hood pulled up over her plait, the apron and the basket hanging at her waist. “Obviously,” Serena mutters, rolling her eyes.

They reach paediatrics to find as many beds and chairs as possible gathered around the windows, and other patients, carers and nurses navigating the mesh of machines and wires to find a space. “What-” Serena breaks off as a youngster squeals and points through the window, only for the various gasps of delight to melt away into disappointment. “The building opposite is empty, being demolished soon,” Essie explains. “This morning, the builders dressed up as Harry Potter characters, did a bit of a skit from a cherry picker. Kids were delighted. Some of them can’t leave, and can’t dress up themselves for various reasons,” Serena softens as she watches everyone staring avidly out of the window. She frowns minutely. “This morning? So, what are they doing now?” “Ah,” Essie smiles. “They’re looking for our big bad Wolfe, currently known as Wally.” Serena, thoroughly confused as well as exasperated again, sighs. “Oh, don’t you start. Simple sentences, please, for a simple mind, it’s been a long day.” “Ms. Wolfe went out for a break earlier, and a couple of kids spotted her. Started betting that so-and-so couldn’t find Wally, too. The nurses offered up prizes. Gave the kids something fun to do. The ones that could leave the ward came looking on Darwin, Rossini riddled them to Keller, Sacha found them, they found Bernie, and since then, every half hour or so, she pops up in one of the windows of the building opposite, in various shapes and sizes. She didn’t want to do it all round the hospital, said it wasn’t fair on the kids that couldn’t leave the ward. So,” Essie shrugs, beaming. “There she is,” Serena’s hand moves to her chest as she takes in the children, pointing and whispering and poking each other excitedly. “Yes,” she says, wonderingly. “There she is,”

Serena marches determinedly up to the builders, thankful that some of them, at least, are still dressed up, so that they don’t look at her as though she’s completely batty. At least, until she opens her mouth. “Fifth floor, third window, please, quick as you can,” she stands in front of the cherry picker, hands on hips, tapping her foot expectantly. “‘Scuse me?” one asks, a blonde fringe poking out from underneath his hard hat. “I need you to take me up to the fifth floor, third window in from the right, the one without the glass,” she explains, patiently. He looks between her, the machine, the window, her again. “Couldn’t ya just fly up, Professor?” he grins. “Very droll, haven’t heard that once today. And there are other literary witches outside the Harry Potter universe, you know,” she huffs, somewhat indignantly. He smiles, shakes his head. “Sorry, darlin’, no can do. It’s not really allowed,” “Oh, come now, Mr. Malfoy,” she drawls, hooking her arm in his, oozing charm. “Slytherins aren’t ones for cow-towing to petty regulations, are they? I won’t tell if you don’t. I really need to find Wally, or Wanda, or whatever the stripy hero is calling herself. She’s rather a big deal around here. Besides,” she squeezes his arm, breaths deeply enough to draw his attention to the pendant dangling tantalisingly on her chest. “You wouldn’t want your father to hear about this, would you?” He barks a laugh, untangling himself from her, and has a quick word with a couple of other men who have been watching their interaction with some amusement. “Alright,” he relents, unlocking the cage and ushering her in. “But if my father does hear about this, it’s your guts I’m offering him for garters, capiche?” She winks at him, and holds on to her hat as the wind picks up around the second floor. “What Professor did you have me down as, anyway?” she asks, a glint in her eye. He gulps and looks desperately up. “Let’s Obliviate it,” he says, hopefully, and she laughs, the final tendrils of the days annoyances flying away. The ascent is excruciatingly slow, but finally, they reach the fifth floor. Serena turns to face the hospital, an exaggerated frown on her face. She holds her hands up in the universal “Where?” sign, and after some jostling and earnestly searching faces, they start pointing frantically. Serena turns slowly, moves closer to the window as a red bobble hat comes poking up from the sill. When Bernie’s head follows, she is momentarily taken aback at coming face to face, quite literally mere inches apart, with Serena. “Bloody hell!” she exclaims, and leans out of the window to look around. “Contrary to the apparently universal belief, my preferred mode of transport is not a broomstick,” Serena remarks, drily. Bernie blushes, but recovers quickly. “Well no,” she says, smirking. “Go big or go home; good motto,” she gestures to the cherry picker. Serena arches a brow. “I wore out the broom flying around the entire hospital looking for you,”

Bernie laughs, and Draco Malfoy hangs over the edge to hide his silent chuckles. He pulls out his wand and starts entertaining the onlookers with some intricate, clumsy movements. “Well,” Bernie laughs more gently now, holding her arms out in surrender. “Here I am. What can I do you for, Meg on the Moon?” Serena’s quite forgotten why, exactly, she was so intently searching for Bernie; knows she can’t hide the fact, as Bernie’s eyes are sparkling and a smile just clinging to the corners of her mouth. So she ducks her head, smiles disarmingly. “Treasure,” she breathes. Then, more loudly, with a nonchalant quirk of her shoulders, before Bernie’s eyes widen impossibly. “I found you. I heard there’s a prize. And you know how I love a good prize.” They’re vaguely aware of Builder-Malfoy’s movements, of very distant yells and cheers as he riles up the crowd of spectators. “Sacha ate the chocolate,” Bernie whispers, her tone light and playful, laced with undertones. “And wine would have been unethical, illegal, cruel…” “A good prize, Ms. Wolfe,” Serena repeats, stepping as close as she can to the to the edge of the cage. “I don’t fly, not even for chocolate. Not even for Shiraz,” Her face is full of challenge, and Bernie’s be-striped chest rises and falls visibly faster. They see Builder-Malfoy’s wand waving dangerously over them, then jabbing at the air above them quite insistently. Bernie’s lashes flutter, her teeth worrying her bottom lip until she releases it, excruciatingly slowly. “Nope,” she says finally, a smile spreading lazily over her entire face, holding out her arms. Serena leans into them, her own coming up to reach out. “Seems I was all out of Protego charms.” They pull each other close, and capture adoring laughter in a kiss.

[kusaka6e]

SOFTCORE

sanemi x fem!reader

implied/mentioned nsfw, 18+ !!

am i overdoing the butterfly mansion caregiver/slayer trope? maybe but idc i love it

insp by softcore by the neighbourhood

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another night spent with you patching up his wounds, peppering him in kisses between applying bandages. another night of him insisting he was fine but the persistence in your voice turning him into putty in your hands.

for the past year, you and sanemi had seen each other sporadically when he needed treatment and rehab. and a lot of times, the only thing that kept sanemi alive during his harder missions was the thought of seeing you to treat his wounds.

you were one of the lead caregivers at the butterfly mansion, and began making it a point to take care of sanemi whenever he passed through since he had a habit of being a little too rough on his still-healing injuries. that, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way you couldn’t explain.

you two didn’t see each other outside of the butterfly mansion. but he didn’t care and neither did you.

“sanemi, you have got to be more careful. if you keep getting slashed like this you’ll bleed out before you can make it here.”

“i’d never let that happen, then i wouldn’t get to hear that pretty voice of yours rag on me about it, would i?”

and everytime you sent him away for another mission, it scared the shit out of you. he knew that a ‘next time’ seeing you wouldn’t be promised, so he did his best to shower you in affection before he left. you two spent endless nights in one of the more private rooms of the mansion (that you’d reserved just for him when he was there) talking, cuddling, doing just about anything other than sleeping.

he wanted so bad to make you his wife, to give the world in the way he knew you deserved, but his career kept him from doing so. he told himself he wasn’t going to get close to you at all because of this, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting you in. everyone saw how much softer he was around you. he still cursed like a sailor and kept his same crude humor, but he wasn’t nearly as loud or aggressive, or as combative towards the things you did and said.

you’d had a particularly difficult few weeks as far as taking care of complicated patients and losing a very young slayer to their injuries, which hurt you much more than you were willing to let on.

and the next day, genya and sanemi entered the yard of the mansion, bruised and busted up as ever. you wordlessly take sanemi’s hand, leading him into you two’s usual room. genya shoots his brother a look, earning a middle finger from sanemi before turning to face you.

“‘s the matter with you?”

“nothing.” he raises an eyebrow, reading you like a book.

he watches silently as you bring all your supplies into the room, nearly having your routine memorized by now. he shrugged out of his haroi, beginning to unbutton the top of his uniform as you soak a few cotton balls in a cleansing solution.

“you gonna just sulk, or actually tell me what’s fucking with you?” he looks you up and down, gently pulling you in by your waist as you clean a cut on his face.

“rough couple of weeks.” he looks at you expectantly, groaning when you don’t say anymore.

“jesus, doll, you gonna make me read your damn mind?”

“this is just… a lot, sanemi.”

“what is?” his voice is softer, running his hands down your sides.

“just, this. the way the corps is run, the way we do things, the fact that this is how i have to spend time with you, all of it.”

“you don’t enjoy getting to fix all my wounds while im half-naked?”

you shoot him a look, rolling your eyes.

“because i really enjoy fucking you after a mis-”

“sanemi! you know that's not what i meant, asshole!” you shove one of his shoulders, letting out an exasperated laugh.

he just wanted to see you smile. he knew exactly what you meant, because he was just as frustrated.

“it’s shitty, but that's just the way things are, (y/n).” you pause, just sighing before going back to tending to his wounds. he frowns, never having witnessed you so down before.

he gently takes a side of your face in his hand, bringing you to look at him.

“seriously, doll, what’s wrong?”

“i lost someone last week.” his eyes widen, face softening. while you never said it, it was evident to him how much pride you put into your job and how much it meant to you.

“i’m sorry.”

“and the week before that, we had to cut off a little girl’s leg. that was the only way she’d live. she was only six years old, and her entire life is changed because of that already.” you press your lips together, trying to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“that isn’t your fault, (y/n). what more could you have done?”

you shrug, staring at the floor as you will your tears away. he sighs heavily, wishing there was more he could do to ease your heartache. he wasn’t stupid, he knew the mental toll your job had to take on you. but, he’d never witnessed it firsthand, and it was breaking his heart to see you so down.

“it’s not fair, we shouldn’t have to worry about shit like this now, not so early.”

“early?”

“i just turned twenty, nemi. and you’re only twenty-one.”

“i’m not understanding.”

“don’t you think we’re too young for all this? you and the other hashira bare the weight of humanity on your shoulders, all under the radar. your entire life is in danger all the time, and you can’t even talk about it outside of the corps facilities. we should be worried about finding places to live, getting married, not about not getting eaten alive by fucking demons!”

he feels himself blush at your mention of marriage, but quickly brushes it off. he pulls you into him, unable to look at your trembling bottom lip and tearful eyes anymore. and when you finally break and let out a few muffled sobs, tears of his own begin to threaten to spill. because you were right.

“i-i’m sorry, (y/n).”

“it’s not fair, sanemi. i only get to see you when you’re injured and i might not ever see you again after that? children are responsible for keeping everyone else safe?! it’s bullshit!”

“it’s not fair but it’s the way things are, honey. i don’t like it any more than you do but that’s the horrible fuckin’ cards we were dealt.”

“you seem to be perfectly fine with it.” he raises an eyebrow at your change in tone, jaw clenching.

“excuse me?” he steps away, putting a few feet between the two of you.

“i said, you see-”

“you think i don’t wish shit was different? you think i want to have to be okay with losing my life to a demon at any given moment? knowing that i could very well outlive my baby brother? you think i want to have this long distance, inconsistent bullshit?! if it was up to me, i would marry you, (y/n), but it just doesn’t work like that for us! so don’t sit here and put words in my fucking mouth, when i’m just as miserable!”

your eyes widen as he speaks, slightly stepping towards him.

“y-you wanna marry me?”

“of course that’s all you fucking heard.” he rolls his eyes, turning to leave the room.

“sanemi!” you grab his wrist, making him stop as he inhales deeply.

“nemi, i-i’m sorry, i didn’t know.”

“you are all i want, (y/n). but i can’t live with the thought of starting a life with you, just to have it ruined in a second by a demon. i couldn’t leave you with that kind of heartache.” he squeezes his eyes shut as his voice cracks, refusing to turn around and look at you.

“look at me.” he shakes his head, unable to get a word out.

“sanemi, look at me.” after a few seconds he caves, hanging his head as he turns to face you.

“as fucked up, and unfair as all this is, there’s nobody i’d rather go through it with. even if ‘forever’ only means tomorrow, i want this, you, forever.” you cradle his face in your hands, watching his eyes shift as he processes your words.

“i-i can’t, (y/n), it’s too much of a risk.”

“more of a risk than you leaving here for a mission and not knowing if i’ll ever see you again? i’d rather risk losing my partner than just some stubborn slayer i have a crush on.” he lets out a quiet gasp, eyes finally meeting yours.

“marry me.”

“okay.” you’re barely able to get a word out, nodding before he pulls you in and kisses you roughly.

by now, he’s got your body memorized, knows all the little things to do to drive you crazy and to make you feel good. he keeps a firm grip on your hips as he rolls them against his own, the friction making both of you let out a moan.

“you’re mine now, you know that right?” he mumbles against your chest, taking his time covering you in lovebites.

“i’ve been yours for a long time now, nemi.”

[batlingsstuff]

|| DREAM SMP HEADCANON|| Ranboo with Dementia

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AYYY WHAT'S UP GUYS it's me :) i'm sorry this took so long to make, school is fxcking me over

okay okay now onto the headcanon

this will be pure angst, so be ready boys ;)

also, this is completely platonic.

insp: Everywhere at the End of Time - The Caretaker

TW/CW // anxiety, death, panic attacks, hallucinations, dementia

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GENDER NEUTRAL

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✦ - STAGE ONE

at first everything was normal, you two were best friends and did basically everything together

he ocassionally forgot little things, like where he left his pickaxe and other stuff

it was harder for him to concentrate so you always were there for him to help him with everythimg, even just little things

and he appreciates it so much

then the behaviour changes, like suddenly getting more angry and/or impatient

and being more cheerful than usual

then the anxiety, he was always scared and one time he had a really bad panic attack

you were absolutely concerned about him and decided to take care of him

you never left his side

he always talked about how scared he was

and ranted for hours

until he forgot about his problems

✦ - STAGE TWO

everything stayed like that for two years, then he started forgetting major things, like people's names

one day you two went to visit your friend, jack manifold

he couldn't remember his name or who he was

you noticed there was something wrong with him, and decided to take him to several hospitals and clinics

after several check-ups you got the results

he was diagnosed with dementia

you cried for hours while he was sitting next to you patting your back, constantly asking why you were crying

he would ask the same question several times, making you cry harder

you moved in with him to make sure he was taking his meds

"why am i taking these, (y/n)?"

'for your own sake'

one day you took him to a walk around snowchester and he looked disorientated, not knowing what was that place

✦ - STAGE THREE

everything was worse, so much worse

he lost his memory book because he misplaced it somewhere, but you don't know where

he had trouble with speaking and stumbled with his words most of the time

tubbo, his platonical husband, came to visit every now and then to check up on ranboo

but ranboo forgot who was him

"your husband? haha oh no, i don't rem...ember getting engaged, i'm sorry."

"why are you crying?"

tubbo stopped visiting after that

he often had problem differentiating colours

one day he was so depressed that he couldn't get out of the bed for two days

after that, he seemed to have trouble recognizing you

'ranboo, it's me, your best friend (y/n)! don't you remember me ranboo? please remember.'

"i... don't know who you are... i'm sorry. i don't even r...ecall having a b-best friend."

you couldn't stop crying

your best friend was slowly losing his memories, and you couldn't do anything about it

i guess it's over, isn't it?

✦ - STAGE FOUR

his memory problems got so much worse, he forgot that water could actually damage him

he was curious about the rain, so he got out one day when it was raining and put out his hand to reach the droplets

he hissed in pain when the water damaged his skin and stormed back inside

hopefully you treated his wounds quickly and told him that it was better if he stayed in bed for now

while he was in bed and you were trying to get some rest besides him, he allucinated about a whole ass wave drowning him and he started to scream, like if he was in pain

you woke up due to the screaming and tried to calm him down, hugging him tightly and shushing him

he calmed down after a few minutes, sobbing loudly and returning the hug

he was scared, he didn't want to die

he couldn't talk at this point, every noise that came out of his mouth was incomprehensible, he was unable to communicate with others normally

you couldn't understand him, he couldn't understand you

your friendship was falling apart with the time

but afterall, you were there for him.

and that warmed his heart, even if he wasn't aware of that.

✦ - STAGE FIVE

he stayed up late multiple times, just watching you sleep or looking at the window, not able to think about anything

he felt like he was disconnecting from reality, like if his soul was slowly leaving his body

everything was foggy in his mind as he started to forget who was he, what was his name and occupation, who were his friends

who were his friends? is a question that he often asked himself

he looked at you one more time while he repeated that question simultaneously

"they're my friend."

he repeated that sentence several times, like if he was reassuring himself so he wouldn't forget that you were his friend.

he wrapped his arms around you while you slept, pulling you in a gentle hug

"thank you."

why was he thanking you? he felt like you were doing something important for him

but he couldn't remember what it was.

and that frustrated him, so he started sobbing uncontrollably

but he managed to calm himself down thanks to the relaxing sound of your heartbeat

he felt like he was dying slowly, but he didn't care about that

he had a friend who cared about him, and that's what matters to him.

✦ - STAGE SIX

ranboo was worse than ever, he forgot how to eat food properly and the basic movements of the mouth to do so

so you had to help him by gently moving his jaw up and down so he could munch the food

deep down his heart, he was thankful.

he didn't understand what was happening to him or who you were, but he knew that you were his friend.

he would randomly start crying, but it wasn't out of sadness

they were tears of joy

he was thankful that you were his friend

as no one else came to visit anymore

so he spend up his last years snuggling with you, always trying to remind himself that you were special.

and he loved you dearly, platonically speaking

✦ - STAGE SEVEN

ranboo couldn't even get out of bed as he forgot how to use his legs properly, not being able to walk

so you brought him food to his bedroom and started talking with him everyday and you didn't care anymore if he didn't answer you

you knew he wasn't able to speak anymore

you even stopped caring about your life, like work and friends

you wanted to spend every single minute with ranboo so he wouldn't be alone in his last days of life.

the days passed by slowly and one day everything ended abruptly.

ranboo forgot how to breathe, his body reacted roughly to the lack of oxygen and started moving his hand uncontrollably

you were beside him scared and paralyzed, watching how the life drained slowly from him

after what seemed to be like a few minutes, he stopped moving

he gasped loudly as he remembered everything; his name, his friends, his origins, his house, his cats, his crown, his husband, l'manberg, his memory book, you.

after that, he whispered his last words:

"(y/n)?"

and boom, he was gone.

gone from this world, forever.

you shaked him in horror, screaming his name multiple times as you cried.

your best friend was gone, and you couldn't do anything about it

so i guess this is it, huh?

✦ - AFTER RANBOO // BONUS

you hosted his funeral and everyone except dream was invited

everyone cried for him, they felt guilty as no one except you were there for him when he most needed it

tubbo was heartbroken, he was in denial and left the funeral early, probably gone to spend time with michael, his son

after that, everyone went home and you noticed that a strange book was lying in your house's entrance

you went to inspect what was it and noticed the book was dusty so you cleaned it to read what the title was

the title was 'DO NOT READ'', you recognized that book as ranboo's memory book

you gasped and stormed inside the house to read it

you sat on a couch and flipped the first page, reading carefully every single page and making sure you didn't skip anything

while you were reading, a small note was found in one of the pages and you started reading it, noticing that his handwriting was more messy than usual

it read: "Hello, if you're reading this then this is embarrassing. I wanted to write out my feelings in this small note because I was scared to talk out this with (Y/N). The thing is: I'm scared. I've been losing my memories and it's scary, I'm scared of forgetting who am I or who are my friends, I don't want to lose them. I know I promised Tubbo and Michael that I would protect them, but I'm not sure if I can keep that promise anymore. Tubbo if you're reading this, I'm sorry, for everything. Things seem to go downhill everytime I forget about things, even if they're just small things like forgetting where is my crown, and I'm scared that I will eventually forget who are my friends. I don't want to lose (Y/N), they're my best friend and I'm not ready to lose them yet. I know it sounds stupid but I just wanted to write about how I feel, goodbye forever Memory Book."

oh no, you were sobbing again.

"why didn't you tell me sooner, ranboo?"

"why?"

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IT'S FINISHED, FINALLYYyyY Yy YY yes i love angst i love making people suffer

ANYWAYS thank you if you readed all of that shit, also big thanks to my friend moony for helping me with the grammar since i don't do english

moony if you're seeing this i love you /p

ANYWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!!!

[dementedspeedster]

❤ - Our College AU Tim ruffling Thad's hair? Before or after their relationship takes on a romantic label; I'll let you see what works for you!

Accepting || My Muse is Feeling Touch Starved

@nrth-wind

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

[Featuring: College AU] [Some background info/insp here; Specifically #3] [For this post I’m specifically thinking post graduation, but before they’ve solidly defined/labeled anything between them or maybe talked about it XD; I’m assuming they’ve got their own individual apartments/that Tim’s got a place he can call his own that’s separate from the manor.]

After they had graduated Thad had thought the only time he’d be seeing his old roommate again was when they were on opposite sides of the law. Hero versus villain, a punch for a punch, witty banter, and jabs taken at the other’s expense  just like the old times before they had discovered the other’s alternate identity (beyond annoying roommate and academic rival). Thad, well, he hadn’t foreseen this.

Thad was sprawled out on the couch of Tim’s apartment, his shoes kicked off and placed neatly by the entrance, while he worked his way through a pile of books he had snatched from across Tim’s shelves as he waited for the other to return to his abode. Thad hadn’t any specific reason for being here, but he’d come up with one. He always did. He was here to chat him up, to annoy him, maybe to give him tidbit of info he had heard through the villainous grapevine, or simply to do anything in his company because he was bored, or maybe it was because he had thought of him in one of the split seconds of his day and his feet brought him along.

This wasn’t the first time in the least either.

Thad had crashed Tim’s apartment more than once. And certainly more than just a few times by this point. (Some might call it breaking and entering, but they had no proof while he still could vibrate through walls or pick a lock). Regardless, anyone could see the speedster had grown comfortable in the hero’s company. If anyone ever asked, he’d simply roll his eyes and say, “It’s nothing.”

Of course he wouldn’t admit anything. Not even with all the evidence stacked against him. It was a whim, he would say nonchalantly. Some tiny semblance of sentimentality he held for his old roommate, he would shrug. Concern of whether the Wayne heir was eating enough, because other than when they decided to skip the bullshit and banter he wasn’t sure. He looked like hell some days. And Hell, Thad was almost certain Tim hadn’t even when they had shared a dorm.

As his thoughts wandered and his hands idly flipped through pages, eyes scanning, but nothing truly understood in the moment, Thad hadn’t heard the door unlock or a greeting pass through the other’s lips as he stepped in. He had been too preoccupied to hear any of it. Too in his head. But as Tim’s calloused hand carded and ruffled his hair, Thad certainly felt it and realized. The jolt of surprise only lasted a second as it passed through him before he simply shut his eyes and pressed his head firmly back against the palm of Tim’s hand. Soaking in the warmth and sensation that traveled down his neck and let out an audibly satisfied and peaceful sigh.

It had been a long time since someone had just touched him like this. Just gently. Kindly. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been wound up and tense. But with Tim his shoulder’s loosened up and Thad visibly relaxed at the simple touch. Lost in the moment. He could have been dead to the world except in this moment and he wouldn’t have cared.

[Slightly angsty/Conflicted optional continuation under the cut. If you want to go that route:]

Thad just wanted it to last longer, but like all things it couldn’t. He remembered himself, and who and remembered where he was. In an instance he bolted up and away from Tim’s hand. A delayed bit of surprise he would reason and assure Tim if he asked.

“H-Hey!” He stuttered out he brushed back his hair and fixed it, “Hey. I didn’t realize that you had got back.”