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Hello my meowing milkmaids!
I come to you to present my newest project in development!
A caine dating sim!
It's called The Amazing Digital Sweetheart (riveting name, i know)
I hope the project will be finished in 6 months (wow i'm an optimist!) but we'll see
The plan is to have 3 romantic routes, one where you you take lead in your relationship to caine, one where you let him lead and one where you feed into his worst traits.
I never did a project this big, so we'll see what comes of it!
I made a separate blog for dev logs to have it more organized and because my personal blog is 18+, so i'll keep everything SFW here!
We're in pre production, so the project is very barebones yet, so don't get too attached to this style or presentation :)
If you do wish to check out my personal blog (provided that you're 18+) i'm at @gato-xadrez
you can ask me anything about the vision or the game here! I'll love to see if you guys like my ideas!
Caine (TADC) x modernhuman!reader
Part Two - Previous | Next
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Warnings: Some mild swearing, eavesdropping, being watched, office jobs lmao
Words: 3653
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A/N: Hello my lovely little messengers! Hot off the press, here is chapter two! Thanks for everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented after the previous post! I've had soooooo much fun talking with all of you and hearing your theories, lets keep this ball rolling! :)
Caine stared at the screen, processing the new visuals in a brief, buffering pause. Finally, when his internal processing completed, his digital form gave an aggressive jolt. “WOWZA!” he exclaimed, zipping forward to press himself far too close to the camera lens. “A new viewport! Now where on earth did this delightful doohickey come from?”
He used one gloved finger to tap the on the screen, his mismatched eyes flitting to and fro as he took in the scene before him. Many things he recognized with instant clarity—a twin sized bed dressed in pillows and bedding, a wooden dresser with a vanity mirror, a tall bookshelf, some clothing hanging in the open wall closet…
There were also details strewn about implying that this new space was lived in—a half-drank glass of water on the bedside table, shoes carelessly discarded at the foot of the bed, photographs and posters framed on the walls…
Though, the biggest indication was the thing sitting at the desk chair not two feet from view, scratching their head with an expression he understood to be either confusion or concern.
“Oh! Oh wow,” he gasped, eyes wide. “This model is spectacular! Look at that texture work…” He steepled his hands together as he observed the character with an artist’s eye. His voice quieted thoughtfully. “Who’s are you? I certainly would have remembered coming up with something so phenomenally detailed…”
Caine watched as their eyes glazed past him, unseeing and unreactive. Ah, a non-interactive NPC! Perhaps this was all just background fodder? There didn’t appear to be a dialogue trigger, nor any idle animation… He hummed, considering this.
At last, he clapped his hands together, perking up. “Ah, I’ve got it! Someone forgot to program you properly! No worries there, I’ll simply just—”
He snapped his fingers, looking expectant and delightfully confident. Still, nothing happened. “Huh,” he mused, the top ridge of his jaw furrowing in confusion. “That’s…odd.” He ran a quick search through the system, looking for the folder containing their script files…only to once again come up empty.
For the life of him, he could not think of an answer as to WHAT this creature was, or who put them here. Forgotten, abandoned code? An unfinished WIP from C&A’s experimental concept work? Oh, but it was so life-like… unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The rendering was impeccable. Truly, the only thing that even came close to such masterful work…
…were those input files he received before he was cut off.
Caine paused. He felt the internal cooling fans kick on as his mind worked to piece this mystery together. Were they a glitch then? A virus? Surely this couldn’t be what he suspected.
…unless it was?
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You woke to the blaring of your phone alarm, already feeling the regret of staying up so late the night before. Thankfully, your computer hadn’t fried itself completely out of commission, so you’d decided to finally go to bed on that high note.
You groaned, reaching over to blindly fumble the screen until the irrationally infuriating sound cut off abruptly. You laid there for a moment, torn between the obligation of getting up and the hellish temptation of falling back asleep. Finally, with herculean effort, you rolled your sorry ass out of bed. You shivered as your bare feet met the cool, smooth touch of hardwood floor.
You meandered to your closet, feeling like two cinderblocks worth of concrete had cemented your eyes shut. Staring at a blue-light laptop screen all night would do that to a person, you supposed. Forcing your lids open, you cast a sidelong glance at the said laptop, feeling a small rush of relief that your familiar lockscreen greeted you. Things were working fine it seemed, against all odds.
Pulling clothes off the hangers in your closet, you dressed into your work clothes. You stumbled when you mistakenly stood on one of your pant legs, nearly pulling the rug out from under yourself when you shimmied them up. Cursing, you righted yourself and buttoned them.
Smoothing out your shirt, you took a deep breath. Inhaled and exhaled. This would be a good day—at least, as good a day as a Monday could be. You weren’t going to worry about potential malware on your laptop. You weren’t going to think about mysterious cd’s or virtual circus whatchamacallits or even Aaron and his penchants for tetanus-inducing adventures.
You were going to brush your teeth, style your hair, get yourself a cup of coffee, and do what you do every weekday at work. You’ll fall back on routines, and no, you won’t spiral into a tizzy about the possibility you might’ve totally trashed your one and only laptop in a stupid, stupid act of morbid curiosity.
With these resolutions, you pushed open your bedroom door and headed to the bathroom. Teeth, hair, coffee. You reminded yourself of this list like it was an ancient mantra.
By the time you’d freshened up and were heading out the door, you’d already begun to clear your head of any lingering anxieties you’d incurred over the past 12 hours. On your commute to work, you made sure to stop at a small coffee shop for your morning caffeine—a remedy for the headache you were sporting, and a treat to get you in a better mood for the day.
When you finally made it to the office and got situated at your desk, you were feeling more relaxed. You took the first ten minutes to scroll on your phone, eventually setting it aside to check your emails.
Everything seemed in order, so you pulled up the presentation file you were building for Mark, one of the marketing specialists at the firm. Typically, you would just put on some headphones, listen to a podcast, and lock in as you created the visuals for the pitch deck; but today, you found that your focus was drifting away from the charts and graphs before you had even hit the two-hour mark.
You thought back to the day before, about exploring that abandoned office building with Aaron. It really was strange that you’d uncovered that working computer, still hooked up and running. Why had there been a VR headset? How was it even compatible with such an old computer? Maybe it had been a gaming company? Hmm…what had that company name been again?
You wracked your brain, digging through the vivid memories still fresh in your mind. The desktop wallpaper had been a company logo, likely a remnant of the office’s branding. It had been simple enough, just a circle with a sans-serif “C&A” in the center.
Curiosity, the damning thing that seemed to be your primary motivation as of late, crept up on you, so you paused your podcast and opened a new internet browser. Your fingers typed with quick precision, plugging the words “C&A company” into the search bar.
Naturally, plenty of results rolled in—roughly 11 million, to be more precise. You clicked the first few links, but found that most of them related to some popular retail clothing brand. Humming quietly to yourself in thought, you adjusted the search tab. “C&A company 1990s technology.”
Again, none of the results matched the logo you remembered or the type of work that involved virtual reality. You tapped your fingers on the edge of the desk, trying to pick your brain for any other ways to narrow it down. There hadn’t been many clues to help you, though…
You paused. Then, your fingers were gliding across the keyboard once more, typing at a brisk pace. “C&A Digital Circus,” you typed. You added some quotation marks around “digital circus” to force an exact match for good measure, pressed enter, and… the results were dismal.
“What’cha doing?” a bright voice asked from behind you, startling you so terribly that banged your wrist into the edge of the desk. You hissed in pain, rubbing at the spot as you turned to see Lottie, one of your coworkers who was closer to your age.
“Oh, sorry about that,” Lottie twittered, offering her magazine-cover smile at you. “Didn’t mean to scare ya!”
You cringed slightly, a little embarrassed at being so jumpy, but gave her a smile in return. “No worries at all,” you replied cooly, trying to recover some of your composure. “Just a bit on edge these days.”
You liked Lottie, despite the gossip you sometimes overheard at the watercooler. A lot of your coworkers treated her like she was a ditz, but you knew better. Lottie had a grasp on data analysis that was next-level, and frankly she was more intelligent than any of those jerks in the sales department. Just because the girl has a bright wardrobe and an affinity for falsies didn’t mean she couldn’t crunch some mean numbers.
“Sooo, what’cha looking up? You’re working hard I see,” Lottie teased playfully. You flushed slightly, fighting back the urge to close out your tab and make it look suspicious. Resigned, you rolled your desk chair slightly to make room for her, letting her read the search bar.
“Digital circus?” she blinked, her pretty eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “That some sort of big top coming to town or?”
You shook your head, shrugging with an expression of equal bafflement. “Still trying to figure it out,” you answered. “I saw it somewhere and can’t seem to figure out what it means.” Despite the fact that Lottie was more friend than coworker, you were hesitant to bring up the abandoned building or the cd you took. You weren’t sure why, though. Maybe you thought she wouldn’t understand your fascination with the thing. Or maybe you liked that it was your own mystery, and weren’t quite ready to share it yet.
“But enough about my internet habits,” you laughed, redirecting the conversation. You clicked the tab closed before swiveling in your chair to look at her. “Was there anything you needed?”
Lottie, an angel, followed your lead and thankfully dropped the subject. “Oh! Right,” she giggled, before handing you a yellow manilla folder. “These are for you. Mike wants to add a few more statistics to the pitch deck. If I remember correctly, its mostly some additions to the slides for the revenue data and campaign performance metrics.”
You accepted the folder, a groan already passing through your lips. “I thought we already finalized those slides,” you complained mildly, leaning your head back to let it hang dramatically over the back of your chair.
Lottie looked at you with a sympathetic expression on her face. “That’s Mike for you,” she shrugged.
You sat back up with a soft sigh before nodding to her. “Well, alright,” you said. “I’ll get those updated. Thanks for walking this over.”
Lottie nodded, perking up a bit. “Of course,” she chirped. “Oh! By the way—are you still coming out for drinks with us this Friday? Brit is asking.”
You set the folder down on your desk before cocking your head at her. “To Moxie’s? Yeah, I think so,” you replied. “Why?
Lottie waved her hand. “Brit’s bringing her new boyfriend—she’s mentioned him, Troy?—but anyways, she’s getting all in her head about it.”
You rolled your eyes with her, sharing a small laugh at Brit’s typical antics. “Isn’t your brother going to be there too? What’s she so worried about?”
“Beat’s me,” Lottie hummed. “But okay, good to hear! I’ll let her know. Anyways, are we getting lunch today?” She was already starting to walk backwards from your desk, eyes shining with eager temptation. Dear god, was this woman trying to make sure you drained your bank account on take out before you got paid at the end of this week?
“…yeah alright,” you caved instantly, grinning as Lottie mouthed something that looked a lot like ‘treat yo’ self’ while she walked back to her desk.
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Holed up in his office, Caine busied himself as he scoured through the new local files accessible to him. On his large computer screen, he left the camera running in a live feed of the bedroom. Although the being, the human, had long since left to who knows where, he couldn’t bear to look away for even a second. He watched the lighting of the room gradually shift from bright morning sun, to midday, to evening golden hour.
He could still hardly believe what he was witnessing before him. It was something he hadn’t allowed himself to desire even in his wildest dreams. A livestream, a window into the world outside his circus…the macroverse. More than that, he’d seen a real human—those mythic beings he’d only ever known as digital avatars.
Is this what all of his guests looked like outside of their squishy, circus bodies? It was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He was itching for his human to return so he could see them again through his new favorite camera feature.
Until then, Caine would eagerly eat through all of the information he could access without restriction. He scoured your local files, leaving no stone unturned. He combed through code in a feverish state, absorbed in all of the more, more, more. The information was unbridled, and unrestrained. There were hardly any passwords, so it was all his for the taking…as if intentionally left out for him to find.
In the ‘Documents’ folder, he found some very interesting things! One was a resume, which he smartly and brilliantly deduced was yours. It told him your name and some fascinating information about you. Old work experiences, education, your skills… he couldn’t wait to hear all about the fascinatingly directional human skill of stakeholder alignment! What would happen if you aligned them south? North?!
He also found a ‘Photos’ album in the computer files, and spent plenty of time flipping through all sorts of imagery ranging from breath-taking to mundane. Already he could feel the ideas building inside him—there was so much inspiration for new adventures!
Some photos had other human figures whose looks varied, but most photos were of you. He stumbled on one in particular that gave him pause. You were sitting at a table, a small slice of cake before you with a lit candle burning brightly atop it. The data inside the photo’s properties told him the date the photo was taken…ah, so that’s your birthday?
Though, it wasn’t this new detail about you that really made the photo strike him. It was how you looked. Your eyes were crinkled slightly in a joy that couldn’t be manufactured, and your lips were drawn apart to show the biggest, brightest smile he’d ever seen. And your teeth... He stared at them, absent-mindedly raising a hand to himself. Slowly, as if in a trance, he traced the ridges of his incisors to his sharper canines, feeling the point there.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d stared at that photo of you. He was motionless, enraptured, before some movement on the screen before him caught his attention.
He looked up quickly, feeling his CPU begin to speed up like a racing heart in his chest. There you were, a face he’d spent the day memorizing. Unlike the photo he was holding in his hands, you weren’t smiling as you dropped your bag on the floor and shrugged off your black jacket. Where had you been? What had you been doing to give you such a weary expression?
You flopped back onto your bed, your legs hanging off the edge of the mattress as you brought what looked to be a small rectangular device to your face. Another mysterious human thing…
A moment later, he could see the slight hint of blue light illuminating your features, your thumb absentmindedly swiping at the rectangle every few moments. He wished you would turn it around so he could see what had caught your attention. He wished he could hear whatever you seemed to be reacting to.
Oh wait! He could!
With a mere thought, he activated the microphone feature he’d uncovered. It clicked quietly into place, and like magic, he could hear the room. The soft hum of your ac unit, and the whiny tinny sound he caught from your direction. He couldn’t precisely make out the words at this distance, but he could hear the start and stop of music and conversation with each swipe of your thumb. What were you watching? Were you learning new things, like he’d been doing?
Then, a sudden ringing sound cut through the feed, startling you as much as it seemed to startle him. He watched with rapt attention as you looked at the rectangle in your hands before lifting it to your ear.
And then you spoke, your voice unlike anything he’d heard before.
“Aaron, hey!” he watched you sit up in bed, seemingly speaking to yourself. “No, I just got home. What’s up?”
With a sudden spark of clarity, Caine realized he was listening to a one-sided conversation. What you had in your hands was a phone, though it looked very much unlike the rotary or boxy flip phones he understood. Once more, he remembered that a lot could happen in thirty years.
“Yeah, it was fine,” your voice rang out clear as a bell, and he found himself captivated. Oh, he wished he could hear who was on the other end of the line. More than that…he wished he could be the one on the other end of the line.
Though…perhaps he could be?
Caine decided then and there that he wanted to interact with you. Watching you through this handy dandy camera was useful and all, but what better way to learn about humans than from one firsthand? Ah, but how to get your attention?
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“So, PBR is in town the next few days at the event center,” you heard Aaron’s voice say through your phone.
You snorted softly, raising an eyebrow. “PBR? Like the beer?”
“No, doofus, PBR like professional bull riding,” Aaron answered drily, and you laughed.
“Since when have you been into bull-riding?” you volleyed back, absent-mindedly picking at your nails.
“Since today. Now can I continue and get to the invitation or are you going to keep being a brat?” he huffed.
You laughed at that, and conceded. “Alright alright, go ahead, I’m done.” You listened to Aaron prattle on about the details, not feeling particularly interested once you realized the event he wanted to go to was tomorrow. “You want to drag me out to go watch bull riding on a Tuesday night?” you complained.
“Naturally.”
“Yeah, no thanks,” you quipped. “I’ve already finished this week’s first day of routine corporate hell; I’m not doing another tomorrow only to go watch a hot cowboy get a horn up their ass.”
“Psh, they won’t, they’re not amateur bull riders. They’re professional bull riders.” You could hear the grin in his voice. “Besides, I already bought the tickets.”
“Nope,” you popped the p in the word and heard him groan dramatically. “Thanks, but no thanks. Go ask your weird roommate to go with you.”
“You suck,” Aaron answered, and you laughed again.
As the conversation entered a lull, you debated telling Aaron about the cd and how you managed to get it to work before your laptop glitched out. The whole mystery of it was still stuck on your mind…and yet by the sounds of it, Aaron seemed to have already moved on to the next exciting thing.
You thought it over for a moment before you opened your mouth. “Hey, Aaron?” you asked. “I—”
Suddenly a notification pinged from your laptop, and you cut yourself off. Your eyes flicked over to your desk, blinking as you saw the screen come to life… There, in the center of the screen was a new pop-up window. It was black, save for some small white text at the top of it.
“Yeah?” you heard Aaron ask, filling in your pause.
“…I’ve got to go,” you swallowed, and ended the call after a brief exchange of goodbyes. Setting your phone onto the nightstand, you slid off the edge of the bed and padded over to your desk.
You took a seat at the chair and leaned forward to observe the new, unexpected pop-up. You expected an error message, some sort of indication that you did in fact download a virus the night before.
Instead, what greeted you was a vibrantly enthusiastic message:
“HOWDY, MYSTERIOUS OUT-OF-BOUNDS HUMAN!!! Congratulations! You’ve just been selected for a LIMITED-TIME, LIVE, AND DIRECT INTERACTION with the one, the only, CAINE—your brand-new, favorite ringmaster extraordinaire!”
You stared at the message, the line of the text insertion point blinking at you expectantly. You hadn’t even lifted your hands to type a response or ‘x’ out the window before more text typed out before your eyes.
“Oh ho! Speechless I see! What a classic human approach! Very sophisticated! I like it!”
What the hell was going on? You felt your heart begin to quicken, your palms beginning to get a little sweaty as you wondered…was this a live chat room? Who was on the other end of it? Who even had access to your laptop like this?! More text reared up on the following line.
“Still nothing! WOW! Commitment to the bit! I respect it! I really do!”
It continued.
“Though, just to confirm this method of communication is actually functional and you’re not just ignoring me, go ahead and do absolutely nothing if you are THRILLED at this first connection …………WONDERFUL! Such human brilliance! I can see the elation written all over your dumbfounded face, my little raisinet!”
You felt your blood run cold at the fact that this faceless person could even see anything… Were they watching you now? It’s then you notice the small red dot of your camera, staring at you from the top of your laptop screen. It was on, and live.
If I say that I'm not used to people misinterpreting my favorite characters, I'd be lying. But the way they get so many things wrong about Inho's character is kinda pissing me off because you KNOW that most of them do it to cancel out the possibility of InHun being *something* more than what's shown so far. You don't ship them, that's fair, frankly I don't care. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion UNTIL your opinion is wrong.
Let's talk about a couple of things I've seen being talked about on tiktok (🙄)
“Inho joined the games because ilnam said that it'd basically be more fun to play than to watch so he followed his example." loud incorrect buzzer ! Inho has joined the games before, and not only that, he's also a previous winner, so therefore he's very much aware of what it's like to be a part of it, he's experienced them first hand, just like he's experienced the atrocities of it. they've changed him for the worst and possibly caused him a huge trauma —they're the reason he's lost faith in humanity after all— so, why would he crave to relive it just for the thrill of it? i, personally doubt he even enjoys watching the game.
“Inho didn't look at Gihun with love, he likes to watch him suffer” Short answer is no. He doesn't like to watch him suffer, neither he looked at him with love, not the pure kind of love at least. Two things can be true at once. Inho spent half the season staring at Gihun because everything about the man intrigued him; His determination, his stubbornness, his kindness, his hope, his heart that's full of love despite the pain he suffered, even the pain in his eyes every time someone got eliminated in front of him as if it was the first time it had happened, as if the cruelty of it all surprised him every damn time. How can someone, who's been through the same things Inho has been through, be the polar opposite of him?
now, the reason(s) that I think Inho actually joined the games for..
(yes I am an Inhun shipper, does that make my opinion a little biased? maybe. do i still believe I'm right? absofuckinglutely.)
Let me clarify this: Inho is NOT a good man, no matter the redemption arc he might get in s3, he'll continue to be a terrible person because nothing will ever erase the blood he's spilled and the evil men he's worked for. BUT at the same time, he's not ALL bad, not like the VIPS and ilnam. See, Inhun are the average "yin-yang" trope in fictional romance, (which I eat up every time and I find it very interesting when it's done the right way, don't get me wrong) Inho is bad but there's some goodness somewhere deep inside him. And the only person who's brought it to the surface is Gihun. Sure, he does think Gihun is naive, but he's also the only person who's actually challenged him, who's "forced" him to get his stupid head out of the dirt and look around him, even for a short while and Inho definitely liked what he saw. Honestly, it wasn't even that hard for Gihun to do so because the goodness in Inho wanted and waited for someone to pull him out of the dirt, he wished for someone, something to give him hope for humanity or.. anything. Anything that'll help him escape from his misery.
You can definitely argue that he joined the games to befriend Gihun, to gain his trust and stop his plans when the time comes, which is half true. But keep in mind that he needed to justify his choice to join the games. He's not a VIP nor the mastermind to simply get to do that without consequences. He's the frontman, the one who controls and manages everything. He's needed for the games to work and go by smoothly and successfully without unnecessary losses and problems. Gihun would only cause problems, Inho knew that very well and yet he chose to put him in it once again. He recklessly made that choice, risking pretty much everything because of his inner conflict. A part of him wanted Gihun to prove himself to him, that there's indeed good that'll save the world and the rest of him wanted to prove to Gihun that everything he so strongly believes in is merely a fantasy.
Joining the games and befriending Gihun was the only way for Inho to see the real him, without the heroic mask he puts on every time he faces the frontman. I think he believed that someone as extraordinary as Gihun will either break in front of him and he will end up disappointed by the human kind once again, or Gihun will change everything about the way he thinks for the better. But the problem is that Inho hopes for both of those things at the same time.
And that was Inho's arc in season 2. His inner conflict and how it will affect him, the game and Gihun later on.
Hello, my name is Jaafar from North Gaza. I previously created a GoFoundMe donation campaign, and when I got $2,400, they deleted the campaign without knowing the reason. Please support me in my new campaign, Chuffed. Any amount you donate, even if it is small, will help buy flour and vegetables for my family. The price of everything we have is many times its normal price. Please help save my family from starvation! 🥹🙏
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #299 )✅️
Please know that the beginning is difficult for everyone, donate even a small amount, it will definitely mean a lot to us 💔🥲
https://chuffed.org/project/helpjaafar
Hi, my name is Elizabeth Barnes and I am a US citizen organizing this fundraiser on behalf of my friend Jaafar, who is fundraising to suppor
@ahmadresh is a 19 year old from Gaza and needs help to complete his studies. Please help and donate, and if you can't, share his story to anybody you know, reposts his posts.
My name is Ola, and I am a mother of three young children. I have lost everything in the war. My husband, who left ten months ago before the war began, has been unable to return due to the closure of borders. In these harsh and unforgiving circumstances, I have lost my passion for life, and despair has filled my heart. The absence of my husband, the pillar of our family, has left me to face this nightmare alone.
With no income and no one to turn to, I have created a fundraising campaign, but it is struggling due to the lack of donations and the limited sharing of my story.
We desperately need your help to reach our goal so I can provide my children with a roof over their heads, food, water, and medicine. We are on the brink of losing hope.
Where is the world when a mother and her children are left to suffer in silence? Where are the human rights, the rights of children, the rights of women, in times like these?
Please, help us survive. Your donation, no matter how small, and your willingness to spread the word, can bring light back into our lives.
If you would like to check out our campaign, you can request our Instagram account, as Tumblr is very private to share our situations and actions.
The above screenshots are all notes from posts I made for Siraj or posts I made while thinking about Siraj's fundraiser.
None of it helped Siraj avoid a stagnant campaign. He gets short bursts of activity ( he is grateful for every dollar, trust me he expresses joy at every $5 dollar donation ) but, after that the campaign stagnates for days. So all that is happening is that I am getting activity. My notes have filled up, my phone does not stop pinging- but for Siraj it is the same as always with donations trickling in slowly.
Siraj does not have time. He cannot afford time. He is not evacuating, not because he is safe or has time, but because he refuses to be a refugee. Refuses for the occupation to throw him out of his city. Anything can happen to Siraj ( May God keep him safe, I hate to even think about this) , but anything can happen...who would rebuild his house then? Who would fulfill his promise to his children?
The time is now! Every second passes in Gaza in a terrible sort of limbo!!
Siraj doesn't know what will happen in the next day, when he has to travel 3 km to reach the Internet point. The occupation forces have attacked many on the way there. But Siraj still has to brave that road, hoping that somehow, someday he will have enough friends who are willing to donate. A journalist by profession, he offers you the truth in exchange of your support. So please help him. Please listen.
( vetting on Hussein and Nabulsi's list at no 219)
hi, my name is ahmad and I'm raising a fund for my cousin Siraj and thi… Ahmad Abudayeh needs your support for Support Siraj's Family in Reb
Edit: this is once again getting notes. But there has been no proportional donation coming in for Siraj.
@malkzaim desperately needs your help in helping them and their family out of gaza! Please show your support to them by following, reposting and donating! It would mean a lot!
Please share their story to help them reach their goal‼️‼️
@areej1982 needs your help! Their family has lost their home, car and dreams so please go to their account and follow them! Please donate if you can and if you can't then please repost and share their story!
If this link doesn't work then please go to their account, it will help them more:
Hello, I hope you're doing well and that your family is in good health and high spirits.
I recently came across your campaign on Tumblr, and it really touched me. I was impressed by what you're doing and felt compelled to help in any way I can, if you're open to it.
Could we have a conversation about how I might be able to support you?
I'm not really sure on what I'm doing but I'm trying to help people right now! The support I need is just need some help to help more Palestinian people get the support they need!
@sarah-family needs your help! Sarah is a 5-year-old girl who loves fashion and playing with dolls, along with video games related to those things. Unfortunately, her house was bombed and partially destroyed, along with her room and toys.
Sarah deserves the opportunity to learn and grow in a safe and peaceful environment like any other child.
Please donate if you can to Sarah and her family, for even a small amount can do big change. If you can't donate, please share their story and posts to anybody you know.
Please go to their account, repost and follow them! They need it.
@decaffeinatedcrusadesweets and their family are still staying in half of the church that wasn't affected by the bombing, limited to one meal a day and one shower a week, and sleeping on the floors. Along with all of those, their grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis. Please donate for their supplies and medication, even in a small amount for them to get close to their goal. And if you can't donate, please share their stories and posts ‼️‼️‼️‼️
@family-stuck-northgaza is a family of 6 that js trapped in North Gaza‼️‼️‼️‼️ Please donate if you can, and if you can't, please go to their account and repost all their posts!!!
Here is their gofundme! If it doesn't work, please go to their account!:
Hello, @mahmoud91hilles needs your aid and support right now to help their family and rescue them‼️‼️‼️Please donate to their gofundme account if you can. If you can't, please share their story to your post and reblog all their posts to spread more awareness‼️‼️‼️
