I used to write for Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, but I really don't do it specifically for them anymore. The fanfictions are no longer available for viewing!
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I wrote for Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail, which was previously mentioned, however I no longer write for anything specific and I don't plan on taking any requests for fanfiction writing.
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Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah Jaafar, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Multimedia. I used to have a beautiful family; I’m married and have four children, and my wife is pregnant.
I previously worked at a multimedia company, but because of the war, I lost my job, my home, my car, and now I have no place to live or work.
During the war, we were forced to evacuate more than four times. Each time, we had to leave everything behind without taking any of our personal belongings.
I live in northern Gaza.
We were displaced to southern Gaza, then to Deir al-Balah, then to Rafah, and now we live in an uninhabitable tent that is not suitable for living.
My daughter Rahaf was martyred in the war due to Israeli airstrikes. Now I have Iman, Malak, Basel, and my wife is in her seventh month of pregnancy.
Please, I am in desperate need of your help just to provide food and water for my children.
Please, I desperately need your donations. Donations have stopped completely, and I need your support, no matter how small. If you can't donate, talk about me and share my message. Please 😭🙏 I only need 25 euros to buy 1 kg of flour to feed my children. I'm not asking for more. Please, don't ignore this and try to contribute - I really need you right now. ✅️My account has been verified by @gazavetters, my number on the list is (#380) ✅️
Whatever you voted, imagine your home. Imagine it taken from you, destroyed. Homeless, displaced, dispossessed.
I have no words for how we have failed Gaza. My brother Nader @abdalsalam2000 and his family face imminent displacement by the genocidal forces of the IOF. They require funds to flee, and their survival rests on us.
I make a personal plea to you to donate to his family's campaign so that they can survive. It is vetted and is #4 on the gazavetters approved fundraiser list. Please, please help my friends.
We are living under bombardment, amidst hunger, deprivation, and skyr… Nader Family needs your support for Help us overcome all this loss an
All our hope has been shattered. We have only one thing left, which is your help and donations. We may be forced to flee again these days, as the occupation is bombing very violently. Please help us and donate to us so that we can be well during this period. Please help us and donate, please.
Hello, I am running this campaign on behalf of Shahd. Please, read Shahd's message below, share, and donate if you can!
I got married a year before the war.
My husband, my daughter, my mother-in-law, and my uncle and I lived in a house before it was bombed.
We were happy until the war broke out.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. We lost our home and became homeless. My husband had nothing, and I had nothing.
My husband, his family, and I were displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. Those were months of longing for my mother and brothers who were in northern Gaza.
My brothers Ahmed and Abdullah remained in the northern Gaza Strip. We were displaced several times because I live in Rafah, a border area close to the army.
During our displacement, we left the house and ran down the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the thunderbolt. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape... Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Ahmed. Ahmed left no children. And my mother is in pain because they departed to God without saying goodbye, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house was severely damaged by demolition and the falling of stones from their places, which sheltered and protected us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out candles that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and more dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals. We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all. Please help me help my family. Anything you provide, even if it is small, will mean a lot to me. Please donate to me.
Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.
Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hop
Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.
With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.
I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#286)
There is no food. There is no water. Only the sound of children's cries echoing in the silence of empty stomachs.
In Gaza, famine is no longer a threat, it is a brutal, present reality. Mothers boil grass and leaves, desperately trying to quiet their children's hunger. Babies grow weaker by the day, their bodies too fragile to fight. People beg for a piece of bread like it's gold, and even that is a rare treasure now. The world scrolls past, but we are still here, starving, forgotten, and fading.
Imagine, for a moment, that you are reading this as if I were your sister, y… MAHMOUD SHUBLAQ needs your support for Samar's Family: Seeki
Please don't look away. Gaza is starving, and we need your voice. 💔
With deep sorrow, we say goodbye to little Abdullah Abu Zorqa (5 years old), the child whose heartbreaking cry “I’m hungry” shook the world.
He passed away today in a hospital in Adana – Turkey, after his fragile body gave in to illness and hunger, deprived of medicine and proper treatment in Gaza.
Abdullah is gone, but hundreds of children in Gaza are still facing the same fate — slowly fading away without food, without medicine, without hope.
Just imagine watching your own children die of hunger before your eyes… how would you feel?
Do not let the children of Gaza face death alone.
Donate now , your help could be the lifeline that saves an innocent soul.
We are dying… but you can help keep us alive.
Just wanna say a huge THANK YOU for being there for me and having my back while I’m trying to finish my studies. Honestly, I wouldn’t have made it this far without your support 🙏✨
My university has charged me $2500 (Spring 2025 tuition fees), and I need to pay it as soon as possible.
Right now, my access to lectures has been suspended because of the unpaid fees. If I can't pay this amount soon, I will lose the whole academic year.
Deadline: 9 Sep , Only 2 Days 🙏
Current Progress: $14,608 / $15,124 615 $ remaining
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In the heart of Gaza City, amidst the turmoil of conflict and resilience, Tawfik's… Tawfik Wal needs your support for Support Tawfik Dream o
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
We need your help, the situation is unsuitable and dangerous, we need your help, you are our last hope... Food, clothes, milk, and everything else has become expensive, and we are in the holy month of Ramadan...😭😔🤲
We want food to eat after fasting for 15 hours, nothing is like before... The prices are very expensive...😞
The elderly, our children, us... we all need food, drink, medicine, milk and winter clothes... We live in tents that do not protect us from the cold of winter. 🥶
Please help us... Any donation will save our lives and the lives of our children.🙏😭👶
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Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband Mohammed is 30 years old, we got married in 2022 in a beautiful, warm and quiet
🚨‼️The crossings have been closed for more than two months, with no food.‼️🚨
The situation is very dangerous.😭 We are on the verge of death, from hunger on one hand and from bombing on the other. Please help us and donate so we can buy food. Every donation will save our lives and keep us alive.🙏🫂
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah Jaafar, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Multimedia. I used to have a beautiful family; I’m married and have four children, and my wife is pregnant.
I previously worked at a multimedia company, but because of the war, I lost my job, my home, my car, and now I have no place to live or work.
During the war, we were forced to evacuate more than four times. Each time, we had to leave everything behind without taking any of our personal belongings.
I live in northern Gaza.
We were displaced to southern Gaza, then to Deir al-Balah, then to Rafah, and now we live in an uninhabitable tent that is not suitable for living.
My daughter Rahaf was martyred in the war due to Israeli airstrikes. Now I have Iman, Malak, Basel, and my wife is in her seventh month of pregnancy.
Please, I am in desperate need of your help just to provide food and water for my children.
Please, I beg you — if you're reading this, don’t look away. Every second matters.
Children in Gaza are wasting away before our eyes. Starvation is not a silent death — it screams through every rib, every bone showing beneath their skin. I am a mother, and my little boy Qais is one of them. He’s just a baby, too small to endure this kind of suffering. Your donation could mean the difference between life and death. Please, help us feed Qais and the countless children who have nothing left but pain.
This famine in Gaza is not a natural disaster — it is man-made, and it is killing our children.
1. The Israeli blockade has cut off access to food, clean water, and essential supplies, turning Gaza into an open-air prison where starvation spreads rapidly.
2. Deliberate obstruction of humanitarian aid prevents food and medical supplies from reaching those in desperate need — including children like my baby boy, Qais.
3. Destruction of farmland and infrastructure from relentless bombings has made it nearly impossible for families to grow or access food.
From the depths of a grieving mother’s heart, I beg you — don’t let Qais starve to death. He’s only a child, his only crime is being born in Gaza. His little body trembles in my arms as I watch him shrink before my eyes. Please don’t look away. Please don’t let him fade into silence like so many others. Every dollar, every share, every act of compassion could save him. I am pleading with everything I have — help me keep my son alive.
PLEASE DONATE HERE
If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone?
DONATE HERE PLEASE
DON'T SKIP, I BEG YOU ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭
Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.
Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hop
Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.
With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.
I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.
In a way, Till is a bit of an outlier, or a "glitch in the system" if you will.
Mizi's monologue in KARMA says that “we’re creatures who can’t seem to love without exploiting,” and yet Till's love wasn't necessarily meant for exploitation. While Mizi doesn't like Till the way he likes her, and while Ivan loved and was obsessed with Till, none of Till's love included clear exploitation of another. The worst we get from Till is his prolonged crush on Mizi, which caused him to be tunnel-visioned, reliant on the comfort that the *idea* of her brought him, and, well... him singing a confession song to her despite knowing that she liked SUA and SUA JUST DIED 🥀 It also got Acorn killed,, so,,,, (edited)
Till's kind of love—and perhaps because it never bloomed the way it did for others—is probably the healthiest we'll get in a dystopian, dysfunctional world like the one that ALNST is set in.
And he also gets the opportunity to grow, heal, to realize, and to change. The rest of the cast was forced to either die for the person they loved, or live in a horrible state without their love (or the person who loved them). Till had to live without Ivan and Mizi, and he did it successfully. It took a while to heal and grow, but he still did it. Mizi, while she's still alive, never got the chance, and hasn't been granted that for almost a decade.
PS: really cool detail ahead! While the cover of “Paratise” (Ivan's photo) is mirrored to have his figure upright, Sua and Ivan are technically looking downward, whereas Mizi and Till are looking upwards! Take that as you will.
My name is Ahmed, I am 18 years old and I live in Gaza City 🥺🇵🇸.I have created a donation campaign to help my family get food, water, and the basic essentials we need to support my little siblings and my mother 🥺.Since March 2025, we had to leave our already destroyed neighborhood after it was declared a dangerous war zone, and we now live in a tent on the street in western Gaza. We are suffering from extreme hunger, with nothing to eat unless we receive daily support through our campaign 😭.The few donations we get are barely enough to buy food for my family because prices are extremely high here in Gaza due to the border closures and the long war 🥲.
Unfortunately, Tumblr has deleted all of my accounts I was using to reach you, because of restrictions on Palestinian content. I lost all my previous donors and the shares on my old post.That’s why I am kindly asking you, please support me by donating to my campaign and sharing this new post 🥺🫂💘.
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
This is the link to my campaign, which has been verified by the page gazavetters on Tumblr, number 542 .Unfortunately, my campaign does not receive daily support from donors like many other Palestinian campaigns. That is why I need to ask for your help—because without asking, I don’t receive any donations.
My connections are very limited, I don’t know many people, and I don’t know how to reach others. So, for the sake of God, please donate to my campaign as much as you are able 💔.
