Hey guys, I know this is a lot to ask, but can anyone donate just Ā£1 or more to my Ko-fi?
I have a 15 year old sister that wants to visit her.
My mum is in the ICU, And has lost her job.
We have enough money between us to cover some of the bills to run our home whilst she is in hospital, but we live three hours away from where she is staying.
Anything, anything at all we would be grateful for.
I hate coming on here to ask, but my oldest sisters are already working themselves sick trying to cover what they can.
In which Neteyam shames you for your cuteness(lovingly)
āYour cuteness is making everyone stare. stop it.ā Neteyam sweetly teases you, as you finish giggling at your own joke, quite loudly might I add.
āMaā teyam you worry too much. I am sure they arenāt staring at just me, maybe the sun looks quite nice todayā you argu with sass in your tone. Neteyam simply shakes his head at you and gives you a light kiss on the forehead.
āYou are too cute for your own good yawneā he replies as you giggle again, tickled from the light kiss heād given you.
āhave I ever told you how I met my spirit sister? It was insane-ā you suddenly stray from the original topic, as one does with low attention span- and begin to ramble out stories animatedly.
Neteyam looks at you with such a fond look in his eye. āNothing can replace this feeling.ā
You notice his staring, āwhat?ā You question with a soft smile pausing your story. He brightens up with a smile that reaches his eyes āNothing maā yawne..nothing at all.ā
Sorry it this was so short! I havenāt written in a while and havenāt gotten any requests for motivation, I hope you like this teeny blurb of smth I thought up to maybe motivate me to write!
āThose who speak for themselves want glory only for themselves, but a person who seeks to honor the one who sent him speaks truth, not lies.ā
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i was literally so overjoyed when i checked ur page and i saw u love everything i love omg i just had to follow u i canāt wait to see more of your posts
gaspš¤! I just clicked post on a Neteyam one-shot actually! This encourages me as Iām going through a huge writers block rnš§š¾āāļø. But stories will be delivered trust!
hope you guys like this..please give me requests Iām having big writers blockš
Warnings: None! Just neteyam being stupidly head over heals for you
āNeteyam..NETEYAM!ā Jake sully screams in his sonās face to get attention. āWhat has gotten into you..ā Jake trails off as he proceeds to follow Neteyams distracted line of vision.
āI feel shells would be perfect for the head piece!ā you proceed to tell tsireya for the celebration of the tulkun returning.
Neteyam, still distracted not realizing heās speaking to his literal FATHER, āisnāt she gorgeous..?ā. Jake raises an eyebrow āsheās whatās distracting you huh?ā
āYeahā¦wait- NO- Iām so sorry sir I promise Iām focusedā He scrambles to get himself together, āI didnāt mean to be disrespectful, she was just- I was just-ā āNeteyam.ā Jake cuts him off before he continues to ramble, āGo get the girl.ā
āWait- wait really?ā Neteyam looks at his dad skeptically. āGo Neteyam before I change my mindā Jake pushes his son away and into your line of view.
Seeing Neteyam, you fix yourself up, your hair in a freshly done style and wearing new clothes. All done in hopes of seeing him today. āNeteyam!ā You begin to run up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a huge hug with a kiss on the cheek.
āHello Ma yawne, you look absolutely stunningā¦new hairstyle?ā He takes a deep look, touching one of your curls.
āYes it is for tonight! I will be dancing..I do hope to see you there hm?ā You look up at him with your teal eyes, tracing his dark blue stripes absentmindedly.
āI would not miss it for the world ma yawneā Neteyam takes your face holding it like itās his entire world as he leans in to passionately kiss you.
As you both come up for breath you chuckle, āArenāt you supposed to be sparring, mighty warrior?ā You kiss him once more before pushing him in the same direction he came.
āGo maā Teyam, you must practice!ā you say to him laughing at his pouting face. āAlright alright I must goā¦but one more kiss.ā
He then pulls you into a deep kiss, breathing you in like you are the air that enters his lungs every day. Holding you like you could slip away any moment.
āI must go now ma yawne. I see you.ā Neteyam puts his forehead against yours. āI see you ma teyamā
Neteyam walks off, unexpectedly Jake still sitting there as he seen the entire scene happen.
āOne questionā¦who taught you how to kiss like that huh?ā Jake grabs Neteyam as he ruffles his head, messing up his hair āDad!ā Neteyam flushes.
Proverbs 4:23 - Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life
WARNINGS. / canon-divergence (in a way..?), reader is of watchmen descent, reader is suicidal, reader starts as a raider but later becomes a cleaner, reader sorta has self harm tendencies, EVERYONE wants u, reverse harem, cartethiya/fleurdelys inspired reader, reader has the same curse rudo has, lmk if I missed anything
WC. / 1008.
A/N. / SO I wanted to do something different because my smut writing levels are on like the down low so I need to recharge them. so I wrote this thingy that's basically inspired by my oc BUT I didn't wanna write her so I made it an x reader instead, I also wanna just see how well I can write normal stories instead of just pegging tamsy 24/7 okay thanks
āmy boots.ā
āmy coat.ā
āmy gloves.ā
āmy items. my lifelines. all taken from me. there's no point in being on this forsaken earth anymore.ā
your gaze lands on the clouds above, watching. waiting. maybe today is the day your luck goes sideways, the day you can finally die.
right on cue, the trash storm appears. objects fall from the sky. landing on everything but you. a large wooden pole heads straight down, its target seemingly you. but without a blink, it lands next to you instead, cutting off an inch of your hair.
a sigh of disappointment leaves you, before you smack your lips, thinning them out into a straight line. āman, this is fucking stupid!ā you're quick to lift yourself off the dirt ground. running a hand down your face, you groan with annoyance.
āit's like no matter what I do, I can't die, I get stabbed? someone is somehow in the middle of no manās land to save me. I get a killer disease? I'm given the best of the best medicine that makes me question how it's found. and when iāā
your angry thoughts are interrupted as the familiar chirping of your choker stops you. a sigh, another one. you answer with an annoyed āwhat.ā
āthe boss is having a meeting.ā cthoniās voice comes through.
āand? he doesn't care when people miss meetings, why should I care?ā
āhe says it's important, and that you, specifically, need to be there.ā
your lips thin once more, before you groan in annoyance. āfine. hit me.ā
you lean back, and before you can hit the ground, cthoni's portal opens up beneath you, letting you fall through it. you land on the floor with an āoofā.
everyone's gathered around, and you lift yourself off the floor, dusting yourself off before facing zodyl. āso? what's so important that you needed to interrupt my attempted suicides.ā
zodyl stares at you blankly, seemingly unamused before speaking. āthere's a sphereite on the ground.ā you blink. once. twice. a realā¦ living sphereite?
āwhere?ā you're quick to ask, a little too quick. āhe's with the cleaners, it's going to be difficult, but I have been planning an idea to trap him and take him.ā
zodylās words become blurry as you think about the sphereite. maybe you can finally get some answers, answers about your missing vital instruments, about your book. āaye aye bossman.ā
as the meeting dismisses, you stay behind, unsure of where to really go next. zodyl seems to dismiss you, not exactly caring about where you wander off to. he turns around, and your gaze is quick on him. your coat. your coat that doesn't belong to him, mishra doesn't belong to him.
mishra doesn't belong to him.
mishra doesn't belong to him.
mishra doesn't belong to him.
you're interrupted out of your thoughts as a cough catches your attention. zodyl stands, staring at you from over his shoulder, he's unreadable, and it pisses you off. āyou're bleeding.ā
you look down at your palms, your nails dug deep into your skin. you simply shake your hands, blood landing on the floor. ādon't feel it.ā your voice is filled with annoyance before you turn around, walking out the room with a new kind of anger surging through you.
it's okayā¦ tots okayā¦ you just need a walk, but you can't go out like this. you manage to find some more casual clothing in your room before asking cthoni to teleport you back up. as you land in a trash heap, a groan of irritation leaves you, swiping up some of the trash that landed with you.
luckily you've managed to be teleported to a nearby city. starting your walk, you look down at your hands, noticing the blood beginning to dry up, best to find something to prevent it from getting infected.
as you walk, you can't help but stare at your hands, but not because of the blood, but because of your skin. it's practically pitch black, and no matter how much you try, you can't get rid of it, it hurts like hell too, but only when you use your instruments. guess it's the price. pain for strength.
reaching the entrance of the city, you maneuver around people and buildings, managing to find that small clinic you always visit. reaching for the knob, the door suddenly slams open, sending you flying back and landing on the floor.
āshit! you okay?ā a voice calls out before you see a hand reaching out. you quickly take it, allowing the stranger to lift you up. you groan, head aching from the land. āshit, I didn't hurt you, did I?ā you give a head shake, slowly coming back to your vision. a man, a blonde man, and a small child?
āno, you're good, I should've waited and let you go through first.ā your gaze lands on the man, giving him a smile before you turn to the kid. your eyes widen. breathing hitched. your gloves. this kid was wearing your gloves.
the man apologizes once more, moving past you. ācāmon rudo, you must be starving.ā as they walk past, you slowly turn to watch over your shoulder, the kid doing the same, you stare at each other with daggers, but for different reasons.
āhey! girlie!ā your anger is interrupted by the all too familiar nurse. āahā¦ miss alice, glad to see you're still up and running.ā you give the nurse a smile, but she doesn't seem all too pleased, as usual.
you enter the clinic, allowing alice to patch up the scars on your palms. āyou know, that kid with enjin has something similar to what you have!ā you blink. what? like, this cursed skin? āreally?ā
āyuupp! although he wouldn't say much about it, maybe you should ask him about it!ā you nod awkwardly, her yelling hurting your ears. āyeah, if we ever meet again." giving her a sarcastic smile before paying for your meds and making your way through the city.
what was that kid's problem? jeez, should start teaching them manners as they grow up.
howdy! this is my first little oneshot so uhā¦ntmš§š¾āāļø
Warnings: None!
Katsuki Bakugou is absolutely OBSESSED with you.
He doesnāt exactly know why, itās just the way your hair looks like a cloud, and even soft to the touch. The way your nails are perfectly done. The way your glossy lips just look so soft. He canāt help but admire how beautiful you look as you tell him about your day at work.
ā-and then she proceeded to just cut me off as I was speaking? Like HELLO? Who do you think-ā
Kastuki is trying really hard to pay attention to what youāre saying, itās just entrancing him how your pretty acrylics make that tapping sound as you make hand expressions. Not to mention your gorgeous hair and how itās framing your face so beautifully, the sun hitting your skin just right.
āShe really just irked my ENTIRE nerve. Yāknow what she can- ā¦kat are you even listening to me?ā
You turn to look at him, seeing his face he looks like heās in a trance.
āmhmm..keep goinā baby, Iām listening.ā He is in fact not listening at all, as he gets up and starts toward you, his hands caressing your face as he kisses you all over.
His hands eventually reach your lower back, hugging your small/large frame tightly with his head in your neck. Kissing it like itās the most delicate thing to exist.
āKat Iām trying to tell you about my day stop being a freak- KAT-ā he ignores you as he proceeds to lift you up and carry you to the bed, continuing to kiss you while whispering compliments on your skin.
āOh shut up you love itā¦ Youāre so beautiful I could kiss you all day. Please let me kiss you all day.ā
You chuckle at his rare clingyness and kiss his forehead. āYou can kiss me whenever and however long youād like handsome.ā
He proceeds to take that permission and run with it. Donāt blame him when you wake up with hickeys all over when you have work in the morning!
Luke 12:25-26 - āCan all your worries add a single moment to your life? And if worry canāt accomplish a little thing like that, whatās the use of worrying over bigger things?ā
I come back from the dead to ask, NO BEG where are all the Mirio x reader fics??? Does nobody beyond me like Mirio?? Why are they so difficult to find? I feel like Iāve read them all already š
as a black girl i am SO tired of those black insert fanfics thatās only composed of stereotypes from BOTH sides
no the aot men, those bland white men, would NEVER call you āmamasā or āmaā or talk to you like they grew up in the fucking ghetto, jesus christ
reader doesnāt always have to be from the āhoodā neither like why we fighting Mikasa over Eren and are āusedā to it bc we from the ghetto š
andddddd why the reader always get wigs, nails or lashes appointment
donāt get me started on connie or eren wearing a durag or always smoking a blunt, armin would NOT touch that shit
can we stop the damn stereotypes my god I donāt think Iāve ever came across a good blk reader x character without one of those in it
Dear friends, I want to ask our humanity to help me and my family šš
My mother is asmatic patient, and she needs urgent help and medication š š· , and we didn't had any donations from three days and we can't buy her medicine because we haven't any money because we haven't any work because of the war ššš and nowadays we are in winter season, and my mom heart is week and the asthma on her heart is getting worse š
Please donate to help me to can buy my mom medicine š šš
Ashraff @ashraffamilynew and Ghadeer @ghadeerarqan live in Ghazzah with their baby son Yamen. Ghadeer gave birth to Yamen during the war, and it is all he has ever known. Yamen has spent the nine months of his young life without a stable home, surviving a genocide.
When the war began Ashraff and Ghadeer's home, neighborhood, and workplace were all destroyed. Their security, peace, and happy lives were cruelly ripped from their hands.
Now, Ashraff and Ghadeer fear for the life and future of their son. They want Yamen to have a happy and safe life, as all children should, free from hunger, cold, and pain. However, basic necessities like food, shelter, diapers, and medical care are extremely expensive and difficult to find in Ghazzah right now.
ā¬10,920Ā / ā¬20,000
Ashraff and Ghadeer have been fundraising since April, but they are still only about halfway to their goal! They initially wanted to raise money to evacuate, but with the crossing closed, they instead need these funds to stay alive and care for their son.
Currently, they need money to pay rent for the room they are currently staying in, a tent in case they recieve an evacuation order and have to leave immediately, and milk and diapers for Yamen.
Please, lend your support to this family. Help them Ashraff and Ghadeer reach their goal, and live to create a better future for their young son. Share and donate, you can make a difference in their lives!
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My name is Mohammed, and I am spearheading a crucial fundraising campaign toā¦ mohammed lubbad needs your support for Help Ashraf's Family Es
The occupation destroyed her home, her livelihood, her community, and her family. Two of her young children were martyred when the occupation bombed their home.
Being unable to make a living, Rana, her husband, and their two surviving children are extremely desperate. They are displaced with no resources, and they have no money to purchase increasingly scarce food.
Theyāve created a campaign to survive, but they have not yet received a single donation. Please support them as best you can, and share their campaign so it receives more visibility.
Thank youā¤ļø
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IĀ amĀ MohammedĀ fromĀ GazaĀ marriedĀ andĀ IĀ haveĀ 4Ā childrenĀ weĀ wereĀ livingĀ togetherĀ inĀ aĀ ā¦ Mohammed Hajjaj needs your support for PLeas Help
