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[ an independent, private / mutuals only, and 18+ blog for my own personal interpretation while implementing some things from canon of oscar wilde's character DORIAN GRAY from THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. selective and semi-literate, as well as literate! the mun's name is autumn, uses she/her pronouns, and is 24. mature themes such as attempted murder and murder, depression / mental illness, suicidal ideation, mentioned past suicide of a loved one, violence, body horror, and toxic relationships and/or friendships will be included in this account. therefore, i ask that you please keep that in mind before deciding to interact. ]

this account was made in 2026 and will explore themes such as the fear of aging, loss of innocence, the conflation of beauty and morality, freedom from internalized oppression, hubris, the inevitable nature of the passage of time, grief, reality versus perception, and how our past plays a part in shaping us.

DOC / BIO (this is still under construction, but will be up ASAP!) | PROMPTS. | INTERACTION GUIDE. |

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[endless-youth]

I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can.

'blood on your sleeve' prompts.

wednesday had started off rather normal for dorian, as it were, but he did wake up a little earlier than usual to head into work as well as get ready because he had a special meeting with another designer that play — which kind of plays into what happened that day. they had asked to meet outside, of all thing's, and in the midst of summer; but hey, dorian figured that spending some time outside for work wouldn't be a bad thing. it could actually be enjoyable, dorian thought, and the walk they went on through the trail while discussing business was nice. flash forward to the next day, however, in the morning (about 24 hours later) and dorian was not feeling the best. he figured that maybe it could be due to him not hydrating enough that previous day, however, and so he still went into work; albeit with a slightly fuller than usual water bottle. just a few hours into the day, though, dorian began to feel hot and he tried to remedy this by turning on a fan in his office.

unfortunately, that didn't turn out to be the best solution to what he was feeling, and so without further adieu? dorian began to make his way towards the nurse he had employed in the building for medical help and/or small emergencies. but the next thing that dorian knew, he felt like he was about to faint, and so rose (who stepped into the hallway right around the same time) escorted him to the nurse by allowing him to rest his weight on her. he thanked her even in his sickness then and rose told the nurse how she had seen the designer — seemingly a few shades too pale, as well as hanging onto the railing in the hallway as if it were a lifeline — before dorian was told to lie down by the nurse. what happened next wasn't exactly unexpected, but he sort of wished that poor daniel didn't have to get dragged into this as she called him as he was his emergency contact.

after elevating his legs but still feeling terrible regardless for what felt like at least 40 minutes, after the nurse had taken all of his vitals and gave him something sugary to drink to see if it would help him feel better, dorian saw daniel in the corner of his eye first only to enter the nurse's office in his workplace. dorian wiped some sweat off of his brow as if to try to look 'better' for the other soon enough, but that (of course) didn't do enough to prevent him from being concerned about his partner. all dorian felt like he could say to daniel was 'hi' and about to explain that he wasn't feeling well, only for daniel to say 'i'm not going to ask what happened. not yet. first let me fix what i can.' dorian mustered a small smile at the other as he sipped more on the apple juice he was given, reaching out to cup his cheek for a moment as he said, ❝ 'let me fix what i can.' daniel... you really are such a keeper, aren't you? ❞

dorian lowered his hand from daniel's cheek and rested it back on the cot he was on, closing his eyes as a wet and cool cloth was placed on his forehead (probably via daniel). this did make him feel a little bit better, but there was still the problem of him being about to faint when there were no clearly visible things wrong with him. that was when dorian recalled that he had worn a long, flowing skirt the previous day, and so he asked daniel: ❝ darling, i know this might be a weird question, but could you roll up my pants to make sure that i maybe wasn't bit by something yesterday? because everything seemed fine when i went home, but after this morning, it was like everything came crashing down suddenly. so perhaps i attracted something bad to me while i was out and that is why i'm feeling like this. ❞

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[endless-youth]

probably shouldn't still be awake rn, but IDC as i can't sleep tehe and you know what that means... would anybody like a USFW starter from this guy? and i promise you i mean starter, as in at LEAST one to two paragraphs okok (also, just as a mini disclaimer, we don't have to have an active ship for this to be a thing! dorian can + will have relationships such as FWB, one night stands, maybe multiple night stands... LOL)

[endless-youth]

probably shouldn't still be awake rn, but IDC as i can't sleep tehe and you know what that means... would anybody like a USFW starter from this guy? and i promise you i mean starter, as in at LEAST one to two paragraphs okok (also, just as a mini disclaimer, we don't have to have an active ship for this to be a thing! dorian can + will have relationships such as FWB, one night stands, maybe multiple night stands... LOL)

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[raesource]

headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

[endless-youth]

always running around in the middle of the night getting jailed and heaven knows what else..

the outsiders chapter 7-9 prompts.

dorian was not in the mood to receive anyone's judgment, he thought, and especially not someone like baldwin who basically had enough money to make every issue go away with a 'snap' — so it might be obvious already, but the designer tried not to let the other's words about his situation hit too close to heart. but whenever dorian was made angry or annoyed by something... it was just in his nature to let whatever made him that way know rather quickly. because yes, maybe he had gotten himself into some trouble because he was 'publically intoxicated' (and the fact that the coppers could take you into custody for that was stupider than hell, he thought), but was baldwin perfect despite how he acted? dorian seriously doubted it.

he took the other's words with the blowing of a raspberry soon enough and stuck his tongue out at baldwin, more than adequately expressing his discontent towards him, ❝ oh, as if you've never made any mistakes in your life, asshat. this one just happened to involve taking a body shot off of a gorgeous woman and then attempting to drink more than the resident frat boy who called me a slur, so of course i wasn't going to let him get away with that. that creep should honestly consider himself lucky that all i did was outdrink him and thus, embarrass him around his little friends. i wanted to punch his stupid arse in the face, ❞ dorian crossed his arms over his chest as he continued walking down the street, towards what he assumed was baldwin's rolls, but with the kind of wealth he accumulated? he assumed it could be anything.

he supposed maybe it was a twist of fate then that was in a way teling him to stop being an arsehole as he almost tripped over a curb, the designer whispering expletives underneath his breath after just barely catching himself before he fell. dorian blew a piece of hair out of his eye next whilst he continued following baldwin on the sidewalk and felt somewhat annoyed that this thought popped up in his head, but he had to admit, it was right: he should probably be showing some appreciation towards the other for going all that way to pick him up and volunteering to bring him home. dorian sighed and moved his shoulders around a bit uncomfortably, only to tell baldwin while turning to look him in the eye, ❝ augh... you know what, i'm sorry. i'm being a wanker right now. it's just, haven't you ever felt like somebody put a fire under your feet in regards to defending yourself, baldwin? ❞

dorian let his eyes naturally fall to the sidewalk for a moment then only for him to look into the windows they passed back, at his reflection. he looked tired, and truthfully, he was. ❝ there is only so much abuse a person is willing to take. and i've spent the better part of the last few years, if not the last decade or so, trying to carve a place in this society for myself where i explicitly belong as a queer person because nobody else is going to do it for me. but these guys came around tonight and tried to dismantle it by calling me one of the worst things they could think of, which i just couldn't let happen because i deserve to be here as much as anyone else. ❞ he exhaled deeply, his tone confident as he spoke, and yet still had that undercurrent of anger to it. a shrug of his shoulders was all dorian felt like he could do afterwards in the presence of baldwin.

❝ eh, i don't know. maybe i should've just ignored 'em, but that's simply not what happened. ❞ dorian pressed his lips into a narrow line as he stopped walking for a moment, saying, ❝ my bad... i need to take a break for a moment if you don't mind. i'm dizzy, but if you have any feelings about the matter, now would probably be a good time to share them with me. ❞

[queryful]

Jillian Little knew a jillion little things, such as puzzles and ciphers and coding galore; she knew facts and secrets and rumors, too... Sometimes we all find out things we didn't want to be true; just don't let her next victim turn out to be you.

queryful, an original portrayal / take on the r.iddler originally of d.etective comics fame, now made infamous by ramone, they/them, 26. 21+ only, oc and crossover friendly, trivia knowledge optional.

info doc found here, rules found in the pinned post.

[endless-youth]

we're gonna clean up the house, the reporters or police or somebody might come by.

'the outsiders chapter 7-9' prompts.

dorian wished he knew what to say to baldwin at the moment. but instead, he had creaked open one of the windows in anticipation of keeping the other's foyer smoke-free, considering he was about to light a joint; and this was because he was kind of freaking out (so he needed it). luckily for him, with one flick, his lighter came to life and he lit the end of the bud of the joint before putting said lighter away while his back was turned towards baldwin. there had been someone there that dorian didn't at all expect to see, considering he was mortal the last time he checked, but apparently... he was no more. in any case, at the 'humble' dinner party that baldwin was holding in what might as well have been a mansion, he had encountered someone from his past — a man named henry wotton — walking around as if it was completely normal for beings like them to still be alive after a hundred plus years. the difference was, however, that dorian hadn't needed to collectively surrender all of his humanity to be semi-immortal.

what had freaked him out the most wasn't seeing henry himself, though, (surprisingly) but the fact that the other had been able to discern where he was in the country through the backgrounds of photos he posted on instagram and a 'private investigator' as henry had said he hired, had been able to find out all of this information about his life and how he would be at this very dinner party that night (for henry to meet). it was like being ambushed, but worse, if dorian was being honest. and that was when the designer got emotional, as he went from pacing back and fourth where he was in baldwin's backyard, to effectively shoving henry because he was pissing him off with his 'charm before depth' attitude before telling him this: ❝ you know, you always were a parasite, harry. at least now your exterior matches your interior. though i must say, the grave has done nothing for your complexion. even decomposition hasn't made you interesting.❞ from there, dorian tried to get away before things further escalated, but henry seemed to reel him back in just by saying one thing related to his god-daughter...

that she was beautiful, and he wondered whether she knew of what had happened to his first love, sibyl - because no woman in the right mind would want to be around him after that, but said in more flowery language. dorian just remembered taking a swing at henry then, and the man taking the brunt of a hit from him, only to be grabbed by the shoulder to nearly have it dislocated. dorian made a mistake after that and, unfortunately, hit henry as he was heading back inside badly enough to get him to have a head wound then fall on his arse bleeding all over baldwin's floor. that explained the 'wanting to clean up the house' thing, for sure. dorian took a hit out of the joint he had in hand soon enough upon the other speaking and blew out smoke through his mouth, running a hand through his hair multiple times out of stress.

❝ fuck... that dodgy arsehole better not have called the cops or anything like that on me. i mean, he's literally an upir now, so he's gonna heal up by the end of the night anyway like the jammy bloke he is. thus, was there really any harm done? ❞ dorian bounced the unlit end of his joint against his fingertip for a moment or two in thought, though he was taking another drag out of it next in hopes that the drug might just help this all go away for him (or, at least, make his emotions less intense). he turned around just enough to look at baldwin and asked him, ❝ you don't think he's gonna try to make a big to-do about how i knocked him over, do you? because i'm half-inclined to think he's just gonna let me stew and think he's gonna call the fuzz on me rather than actually do it for his own entertainment, but i don't know. ❞

[endless-youth]

hello, hello, you all! you know what time it is 👀 if you would like for me to send you some prompts, PLS like this post or comment on it and i shall do so! otherwise... i shall also be passing out some randomly in a bit, so you have a chance of being visited by the prompt fairy, as it is

[endless-youth]

“do you want to talk about it or would you like a distraction?”

mental health dialogue ideas.

sometimes, without fail, dorian felt like he was as high as the sky (like nothing could bring him down) and normally, that wouldn't really be a cause for concern. but the designer had been unable to sleep for two days now because of his hyperactivity and, well, to say that his speech was suffering from something wouldn't be inaccurate. it was almost like dorian's brain had been placed on overdrive, as it was. he had been suggesting all of these new concepts at work but with very little to show for them, which was highly unusual for him, and he had actually almost gotten into a fight while in traffic that day on the way home (something that was, again, very unusual for him because the amount of anger he was feeling at the person who had cut him off made him want to get out of his car and smash his face in).

but instead, he had sped up enough to yell at the guy through his window, and there were definitely some obscenities shared on dorian's part from there. that is, up until he would've gotten into a fender bender if his attention hadn't gotten back to the road at the exact right second. so, needless to say, dorian was concerned and called daniel to see if he could come over. he was boiling some water to make some ashwagandha tea before the other showed up about thirty minutes later — and he let the other in, only to put a tea bag in two teacups; one for himself and one for daniel. ❝ thanks for coming, love, ❞ is what dorian said shortly after settling on the couch next to his boyfriend.

from there, he explained to the other that he had been having a weird couple of days where he didn't feel like himself, but that this kind of thing 'happened sometimes.' though maybe, dorian stated, it was more than just changing hormones or something? 'do you want to talk about it or would you like a distraction?' is what daniel responded with subsequently, and dorian found himself leaning towards the second one, as he picked up the remote to the television before handing it to the other. he snuggled even closer to daniel soon enough and placed his head on his shoulder. ❝ good question. you know, i told myself i should talk about it with you before you came, but i've pretty much covered all the bases with you already... ❞

dorian soon covered both of their laps partially with the blanket behind them and took a deep breath in, ❝ so i think maybe the next move we should take is losing ourselves in something mindless like america's next top model, or kitchen nightmares, because i'm not really sure where i'd go to from here. but what do you say about that plan? ❞

[endless-youth]

“I love you no matter what your brain tells you”

'mental health dialogue' prompts.

it was in the middle of what dorian wasn't sure is a normal bout of sadness, or some kind of depressive episode, that lestat found the blonde in the middle of his cobblestone villa that day — and all because dorian, in his opinion, had been too inebriated not to send some kind of concerning text to the other. he had to admit that he half-expected lestat to just ignore it, though, but he supposed a text saying: 'hey, lestat. nothing actually gets better, so what's the actual point of doing anything?' out of nowhere did sound a little alarmingly final on his part. in any case, that didn't change the fact that after snorting heroin when he got home late after seeing someone who felt like they essentially placed him in a much worse time of his life, and had caused all the trauma of that era to rush back to him with it, dorian was trying to do something unwise. that was smoke weed right after doing another drug.

the only problem was, his stupid lighter wouldn't light, and it was at that moment that he was standing over his balcony with a joint that lestat was suddenly there; almost like a phantom or some kind of apparition. but he knew that the most likely explanation for it was that he had accidentally left the front door open, and the vampire had come after three missed calls went through on his part. dorian was letting out a frustrated groan and turning around right when he saw lestat, then, mascara lines indeed trailing down his face (which made it as if there might as well have been 'i was just crying' in big letters next to him). the designer took a moment to form a solid thought before squinting his eyes at lestat, ❝ why are you here? ❞ words were exchanged from there, with dorian seemingly listening just enough to pick up the big picture.

lestat was there because he cared about him, and he received that concerning text. to his drug-addled mind, it appeared as if dorian took that admittance in a whole nother direction, for he half-scoffed at that and only rested the joint he held by his side. ❝ you know what, you're right, lestat. you do care. ❞ a beat passed in silence before dorian continued, ❝ you care the way a man cares for a sunset. you want to watch me burn. you want to sit on the balcony of your own immortality and drink in the colors while i go out in smoke. don't call it love when it's just spectatorship. ❞ dorian pointed an accusatory finger towards lestat for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing, and his body moving away from the edge of the balcony they were both (coincidentally) on. following this, he could unfortunately feel what felt like his lunch come up in his throat, but he swallowed it back down with a shiver.

dorian took one step forward, then two, as he was trying to navigate his way back to the door that would allow him to go back to his bedroom but was blocked by lestat's body. 'i love you no matter what your brain tells you.' dorian blinked several times at this only to furl one of his hands into a fist by his side, ❝ i don't... feel loved by you. i mean, isn't love patient, kind? and all our romance has been based on is just — lust, because let's be honest, when is the last time you asked me about myself? all you seem to care about with me is getting some tail, and you're just like everyone else in that regard. it's always about 'oh, i bet that man looks great undressed' whenever people talk about me. ❞

dorian couldn't stop himself from beginning to cry after saying that because it felt dehumanizing to be treated as if you're only 'good' for your looks. tears slid down his cheeks before he reached up to rub at one of his eyes, everything feeling like it was coming down on the designer all at once at that. this was due to the fact that it felt like he just turned a faucet on, and there was no way to stop it from there. dorian let out a sob as he felt the sensation of needing to throw up all over again, ❝ you barely ever ask me how i'm doing or talk to me at all, it feels like. it's like i've been in a long-distance relationship without the distance. so, unless you can fix that, all i can say is... you haven't convinced me. ❞

[mcflymemes]

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.

for the "i don't need your help" one

you can get lost.

i thought i told you i had this under control.

you never listen to me.

i was taking care of it.

leave me alone.

are you happy now?

you just stepped in and ruined it for me.

that was completely unnecessary and you know it.

i had it under control.

you didn't need to show up.

can't you let me handle my own shit?

i would have appreciated it if you asked first.

i had it handled!

you didn't need to do all that!

what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?

they were about to give it to me before you showed up!

i had something going and you ruined it!

what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?

you trained me better than this.

you can't just show up every time and save me.

what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?

i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.

you taught me this.

i'm never going to forgive you for this.

that was uncalled for.

what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?

how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?

i'm not you.

for the "i'm just trying to help you" one

i heard you struggling.

i was just trying to help you.

and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?

things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.

you never would have done that by yourself.

it's okay to ask for help.

it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].

a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.

i had to make sure you were okay.

of course i trust you. this was never about trust.

i'm not going to risk your life like that!

i should have been there sooner.

if i'd only reached you faster.

a simple "thank you" would suffice.

you could thank me for saving your ass back there.

sure didn't seem like you had it under control.

things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.

i'm in charge here, not you.

i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.

we're done here.

i'm not arguing with you.

i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.

it's because i care about you.

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.

you're not ready.

next time, let me handle it.

clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.

we'll try again tomorrow.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ taking care of a tired lover 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “i think it’s about time you called it a night, baby.”

²⁾ “you’re going to bed, even if i have to carry you there myself.”

“no, no, forget about it. i’ll take care of it all, you just focus on getting some rest.”

³⁾ coaxing them, half-asleep, through the house to the bedroom with a tender touch and even softer tone

⁴⁾ “if there’s one thing i can promise you, it’s that there’s always going to be work to be done. you might as well face it rested, right?”

⁵⁾ slowly helping them undress and massaging their sore body as you go

⁶⁾ “yawning whilst trying to convince me you’re not tired tends to have the opposite effect.”

⁷⁾ “i know you’re comfortable, but you’re gonna be furious at the both of us tomorrow if i let you spend the night on the couch.”

⁸⁾ letting them collapse against your chest the second they make it through the door after a hellish day

⁹⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to pretend anymore- just let me take care of you.”

¹⁰⁾ not being able to drag them away from their work, but them conceding to let you stand behind them and rub their stiff shoulders and back as they forge on

¹¹⁾ “try and eat a little for me. you’ll be better off for it.”

¹²⁾ “this is the end of your all-nighters, you hear me?”

¹³⁾ “you worked yourself to the bone trying to make sure everyone else was looked after- now let me do the same for you.”

¹⁴⁾ running them a hot bath and letting them decompress whilst you help them bathe

¹⁵⁾ walking in on them asleep at their desk, and arranging a cushion under their head and draping something over them to keep them warm

¹⁶⁾ “after this, you deserve a break. just the two of us out somewhere quiet for a week or two- what do you say, hm?”

¹⁷⁾ managing to negotiate them into a nap on the promise of waking them back up shortly to resume their tasks, and absolutely not following through on it

¹⁸⁾ bringing them food and a painkiller at their desk instead of fruitlessly trying to pull them away

¹⁹⁾ “you always take such good care of me. i’m never not going to jump at the opportunity to return the favour.”

²⁰⁾ kissing away tears of tiredness and frustration

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

MENTAL HEALTH DIALOGUE IDEAS

Today (October 10th) is World Mental Health Day so here are some things that a character can say to another character who is struggling with mental illness:

“you can talk to me about anything”

“I don’t understand but I believe you”

“I’ll stay with you as long as you need me to”

“take a deep breath”

“do you want me to give you advice or do you just want me to listen?”

“you don’t have to go through this alone”

“I’ll check on you again tomorrow”

“you’re not broken”

“let’s take a five minute break”

“I love you no matter what your brain tells you”

“I’m always here if you need anything”

“please don’t talk that way about yourself”

“let me know if you ever need a ride to therapy”

“don’t forget to take your medication”

“it’s okay to ask for help”

“I’ll go with you for moral support”

“I don’t know how to help you but I can help you find someone who does”

“do you want to talk about it or would you like a distraction?”

“you’re safe”

“there is always hope”

(NOTE: Please be respectful and considerate when including mental illnesses in your writing. If you or anyone you know is struggling with mental illness, don’t be afraid to ask for help.)

[stydixa]

POSSESSION (1981) Dir. Andrzej Żuławski