The reason behind a lot of disasters because of the swarm, BUT IF YOU READ THEIR STORY they only ascended because they were stricken with loneliness when their planet was invaded and basically made the swarm to be soldiers for revenge.
Tayzzyronth is a fallen aeon and going by bug rules
Wouldn’t that make the swarm a hive without a queen?
A hive without a queen is a hive without direction, blindly attacking because they have no orders from a queen to go by. Assuming they’re also a hive mind given that they’re clones of the aeon, without the main source they have no real drive. Mindless creatures acting on their base instincts to multiply.
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I don’t have much else to say about this since it was a shower thought but it sounded like a good baseline to a theory or idea.
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a yuu who never became a true student, whose job never changed. a magicless janitor with their annoying little sidekick.
its crazy to think about how the trajectory of your life could completely change just because someone chose not to take the time to bully you for being uneducated. no charred statute or shattered chandeliers, all one hundred windows squeaky clean and streakless. no monsters, no bonding, no cauldron, no nothing.
but you had no knowledge of this possible outcome, especially when it was something directly out of your control.
you would have quickly befriended the ghosts however. that wouldn't have changed. they were your roommates and one of the few people willing to give you the time of day. you spent your days cleaning after hundreds of students and faculty, ignoring the stares and whispers as you picked up every single piece of discarded trash they left for you. you kept your head down. were you lonely? no, because you had no idea how alone you actually could be.
there was no duo yelling in your ear. hell, if you were even aware, you'd see that they didn't even sit at the same lunch table.
at night, you would study. a few of the teachers, trein in particular, took something akin to pity on you and offered you left over work packets to help with what you were reading. a glossary of information that he claimed were entry level but you both knew he had made it for you. what student would need entry level information in a prestigious magic academy?
another teacher offered you a place in their classroom to put what you learned to practical use while they graded papers. despite how he waved off your thanks, you could tell that he felt bad for you at least a little.
the only thing that remained a constant in your life, regardless of how the story played out, was the familiar visitor that would grace your rundown ramshackle home a few times a month. he appeared skittish at first, almost embarrassed that he had been caught by a stranger skulking around at night but you were quick to stop him from disappearing the first night. you were desperate for any sort of contact with the outside world that you had grasped the back of his sleeve before he could turn away unaware of faux pas.
"please don't go!" your voice was hoarse from lack of use, the words scratchy against the back of your throat but malleus could see the desperation in your eyes, pupils blown wide, "would you... um, maybe like a cup of tea?"
there are a few constants regardless of what fate the universes could give.
I could twist the knife even further because let's think about it.
ace, without you and ramshackle to bunk with, would be collared with nowhere else to go. he'd be stuck in his room, no longer a room but a prison, with other inmates stuck on their poor luck of being put in the same house as the tyrannical queen of hearts. I wouldn't be surprised if he did end up switching dorms or even suspended. riddle would still overblot, regardless if you were there or not for him to ridicule. the dorm would still eventually rise up against their leader, chucking eggs and words at their queen without you. who knows if the uprising would even be successful... would it matter?
deuce would still be a straight laced kid even without you. he had made an effort to change his ways before meeting you and he would stick to his word. however, being a studious and hard working student would for sure not do too well in a school full of cut throat teenagers. he wouldn't have many friends other then the track team and even them, who knows how close they would be? he would most likely sit alone, focused on his studies until he eventually burns himself out. he would never willingly go back on his promise to himself but it's so, so hard to honor your word when the world seems to punish you for it.
and when half the student body gets anemone'd by azul and his contracts, why should you care enough to put your dorm on the line? these were students who would purposefully miss the trash cans when they dunked their half full sodas after lunch. these were the students whose toilets you had to clean up. why should you care if they were suffering for their short sightedness. you and grim weren't students, you had no tests to take. you wouldn't have even thought about putting your home on the line for a bunch of ungrateful boys. it was none of your business and no matter what azul promised he could do for you, you knew he could never offer what you truly wanted.
"a way to go back to where you came from?" his voice was light and airy, but you could tell your part of the deal irked him.
"yes, that's all I want." your voice was flat as a anemone'd student brought you a glass of water, one of the few things you could afford in the monstro lounge. because it was free.
you could tell your words irked him by the subtle twitch of his smile. his lips were drawn to wide, his pearly white teeth even further on display. the subtle threat wasn't enough for you to flinch however and you only met his gaze with a dead stare. if he couldn't offer you what you desired, what good was he to you? you should escort yourself out before he could sic Floyd or Jade on you.
"as much as I pride myself in fulfilling every little whim of a poor, unfortunate soul, I don't make deals when the possibilities are so low. there must be something else you'd desire, janitor?"
"no," you shook your head, giving your cold glass of water one final sip before pulling yourself up and out of your chair, "if you also don't have any answers for me, I'd rather not waste my time."
with one option gone, you were starting to worry that getting home would be even more of an impossibility then you hoped.
In a small corner of Gaza, where the lights fade and darkness falls, Mahmoud sat alone, thinking. He was a young man like any other, dreaming of a better future, a safe home, and a job that would provide him and his family with a decent life. But the dream turned into a nightmare, and life into a daily struggle for survival.
Mahmoud's family, which includes 43 members, lived under the burden of siege and war. They lost their homes, and watched their dreams fade before their eyes. Every day was a new challenge, searching for a living amidst the lack of water and electricity, and the fear of bombing that could come at any moment.
"I saw hope in the eyes of my children, but the siege was taking it away from them little by little," Mahmoud says sadly. "They wanted to play in the streets, and go to school, but all that surrounded them was destruction and fear."
Mahmoud's dream now is simple, to get his family out of this hell, and to start a new life in a safe place. But the costs of migration are high, and far beyond their means.
Noha is a story of courage and determination. She reminds us that disability is not a barrier, and that anything is possible if you are determined enough.
“We need your help,” Mahmoud says, his voice trembling. “We need a chance to build a better future for our children.”
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
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Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
Sama family, once settled in northern Gaza, has faced unimaginable hardship since the outbreak of conflict on October 13
Sama, 13 years old, has suffered the horrors of war at such a young age. She is in the eighth grade. Two years ago, she left school and her education and did not study anything because of this aggression.. The family of six was forcibly displaced, moving south multiple times as they endured relentless bombing, destruction, and displacement.
Hi my name is Farah and I'm fundraising for my friend's family.
The Sama fa… Fara Iqbal needs your support for Help Sama's family get
The war has ravaged their lives profoundly. Their home was destroyed, and sama’s father, who owned a perfume business, lost everything—his shops and warehouses burned to the ground. The family’s struggle is compounded by starvation, diseases, and the constant interruption of essential services like electricity and fuel. The family’s situation is further exacerbated by the loss of their livelihoods and the death of numerous relatives.
Currently, they live in a tent, struggling to rebuild both their home and their means of support. Despite these overwhelming challenges, sama remains resolute in her pursuit of education and her determination to help her family recover from the devastation they have endured.
Help them collect the travel money, so that they can travel through the Rafah crossing, to Egypt to live safely and rebuild their lives again.
I'm Maria's sister and this is Maria's account it has been verified @maria-gaza1
Deyaa is a 15 yo from Gaza, I have posted about his previous campaign, after getting the money needed to evacuate but not being able to because Israel closed the border, he was bombed and lost both his arms.
Not long before Deyaa being injured his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, please help us spread this campaign to help them cover basic needs and medical expenses, donate if you can any amount will make a difference.
If anyone has any information about medical evacuation for people in Gaza please reach out, the hospital where Deyaa is being treated is located in an area that is currently being invaded by the IOF.
Deyaa is still recovering and still needs our support to keep his campaign going, donations are slowing down, please support by RB and donating if you can.
Tagging for reach pls let me know if you don't want to be tagged.
URGENT THE LAST DONATION TO DEYAA'S CAMPAIGN WAS 12H AGO, DONATIONS HAVE BECOME EXTREMELY SLOW.
My name is Brandon Williams, an American who came to know Dey… Brandon Williams needs your support for Help Deyaa and His Family Afford Medi
Last I know Deyaa's case was handed to at least 2 organizations and is being handled, there is the possibility that he is either evacuated to the US or to the UAE but at the moment nothing is certain.
If Deyaa is indeed evacuated due to his injuries the plan is for his mother to leave with him as chaperone, she has breast cancer and working wont be an option.
His older sister and younger brothers will remain in Gaza and will also need financial support, there are many lives that depend on this campaign.
If you see this pls RB and donate if you are able, tagging for reach, let me know if you don't want to be tagged.
The Alanqar family has a new baby to care for, and three very young children, Zeina, Eileen, and Yamen, the oldest of which is 7 years old. They need your help to restore hope and safety to their lives!!
🍉They are currently at €61,257 out of their €75,000 goal - please consider donating to them and helping them reach their goal as quickly as possible!!
Hello,,
I'm Ahmed Alanqar, 34 years old, married to Dina Alanq… Abdallah Alanqar needs your support for Helping Ahmed's Family: Escaping
🌟 This campaign has been vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi - #264 on the vetted Gaza fundraiser list.
🕊 Show your support to Ahmed and Dina by following their account @zinaanqar - their account has been suspended multiple times and they can use the support!
Do you remember what you were doing when you were fifteen? I remember. When I was fifteen I used to love comic books and drawing and spent a lot of time wondering about what I wanted to be when I grew up and what school to go to. I loved spending time with my friends and going to the library. The genocide has taken all of that from the children of gaza. One day you’re hanging out with friends and doing homework and studying for your future, and the next day all of your books are buried under the remains of your house, your school, your home.
Ibrahim (@ibrahim-family) is only fifteen years old. He has lost access to education, his home, and his safety, and now he has to spend his time trying to fundraise for his family’s safety.
€4,840 out of €10,000 goal
He lives in Gaza with his family, and only a few days ago a bomb near him injured one of his relatives and martyred two others. Every day in Gaza is dangerous, every hour could be the last. No child should have to go through this. Children should be safe enough to worry about exams, not whether or not they’ll wake up to news of more loss. Think of yourself at fifteen, now think of everything you’ve experienced and done since then. Every achievement, every class, the birth of younger cousins, birthdays, weddings. even the small things, like a good meal you’ve had or a movie you watched. that’s what’s being taken from every child martyred in gaza. their whole future, everything they should get the chance to experience and do.
When I asked Ibrahim if there’s anything he wants me to tell everyone in this post, he said that he is very very sad and scared and that he has just lost relatives. Ibrahim has expressed to me more than once that when he goes to bed he’s afraid he won’t wake up in the morning. Even after losing his relatives, he doesn’t have time to grieve in peace, because he’s always in danger himself. It’s not safe for him or his family in Gaza.
Please help Ibrahim and his family be safe. I’m very worried about Ibrahim, because donations have been slow. My heart breaks for him every time he tells me he’s scared. He is so young and has so much life in front of him, he deserves safety. I ask you if you have anything to give, please help bring Ibrahim and his family to safety so that he can rest and recover and go back to school to follow his dreams.
thank you for reading, if you can’t donate please share this post so it may reach people who can ❤️
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ibrahim is terrified and i'm scared too. i can't spend nearly as much time supporting him and his campaign as he needs. please donate, please reblog, and if you truly have nothing else to give, please message him some words of support, because he really needs it.
I thank you for this wonderful work, my friends, or especially my brothers. You are the reason for our happiness. Thank you again @tamamita ♥️This person remained, please brother, if you see my message, do not ignore me, please
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