The occupation forces do not spare any Palestinian alive or dead. What're the Zionists going to claim this time? Hamas leaders were hiding in graves and wrapped in shrouds?
Palestinian men and boys in Gaza describe the torture, humiliation, and dehumanization that they suffered during their time as captives of the Israeli occupation forces. “They forced us to make dogs’ sounds,” one man tells the camera. “If you refused to do so, they would beat you.” Another tells the reporter, “When they saw us falling asleep, they would come with a lighter and burn our backs with it.”
“Every hour was like years,” the same man says. “The torture was unbelievable.” Reports have emerged in recent days of mass roundups, torture, and execution of men and boys in Beit Hanoun and other parts of north Gaza. Detainees were identified by loved ones and others in the community who recognized them from the photos the occupation forces have been releasing.
As more footage and testimony are released, the depth of the horrors inflicted upon our people in Gaza are being brought to light. While we may never know the full extent of those horrors, what we already know is enough for any person of conscience to be able to identify as war crimes that are as depraved as they are systematic.
“My message for the world is to look at those detainees,” the final detainee tells viewers. “We are respected people. We are not animals.”
A little girl died from hunger in Khan Younis, southern Gaza, despite being in the area where aid trucks are distributed. Another family in the north in Gaza city was forced to eat a donkey, which for many in Palestine is inconceivable culturally. Bisan says there isn't even water (clean OR dirty) for them to drink or wash with.
i am currently so obsessed with jjk you have no idea.
— reunited again
: sukuna could not love, he thought he couldn’t but you proved him wrong.
sukuna didn’t believe he was capable of love. he was the king of curses, a being made and fuelled by hatred.
he was always seen with a scowl, a smirk perhaps on a good day, or when he’s fighting a particular interesting opponent. other than that, days were mundane for him.
of course, that all changed when you entered his life. a young one with a cursed technique that allowed you to fight on par with him.
you were interesting and sukuna was interested in you.
during the times the you and sukuna weren’t fighting each other, you fought others instead. the heian era dominated by both of you. if anyone back then were to hear either of your names, they were either angry or scared.
some days, you would drag sukuna out to a village, wanting to explore the place. people bowed their heads as you passed, sukuna always ahead of you.
“hey sukuna, try this dango!” you waved the treat in front of him, grinning brightly. the king of curses gave you a bored look before he eventually snatched it out of your hands. you watched in anticipation as he ate one of the balls, wanting to get his opinion on it. if he hated you, you would just kill the store owner.
after a moment of thought, sukuna passed the stick back to you.
“it tastes disgusting,” he spits. you pouted and disintegrated the rest of it. you turned away from the store, too disappointed to kill the owner.
“man, you don’t like anything do you?” you mumbled, kicking a stone away like a child. sukuna almost grins at the sight.
your statement wasn’t true. he liked fighting, he liked the fear in people’s eyes when they saw him, he liked humbling the jujutsu sorcerers who wanted to kill him. he eyes flicked to your figure, walking just a step behind him as you mumbled something incoherent.
he liked you too.
the fact was confirmed when he found himself running to catch your body as you fell with a sword through your abdomen. he watched as blood poured from your mouth.
time felt disoriented as sukuna saw the life in your eyes begin to fade away. he couldn’t do anything to stop it, couldn’t do anything as your body went slowly went limp, couldn’t do anything when you told him three words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
you died without sukuna telling you how much you meant for him. you died with his heart in your hands. you died unknowing that you taught sukuna how to love.
sukuna finally believed he was capable of love, and at the same time, he’d also become capable of tears.
when sukuna awakened in itadori yuuji’s body, he was met with a familiar sight.
you were as beautiful as the day he lost you, if not even more so.
you stood in front of a younger black-haired male, glaring at him with those eyes he loved so much. “megumi, retreat first.” the male obeyed, running in the opposite direction.
you were afraid that sukuna would follow him and you were ready to put your life on the line to protect the first year at all costs. in your clenched fists, cursed energy was pulsing, ready to activate and take sukuna on if needed.
sukuna and you stared at each other, neither of your moving. your heart was pounding against your rib cage. fear or adrenaline, you didn’t know. what you do know was that you needed to stay alive until gojo arrived.
the king of curses took a step towards you, you took three steps back.
“you do not remember me,” sukuna said, his voice much softer than you expected.
you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “you’re ryomen sukuna, king of curses,” you state.
sukuna shakes his head. “so this is how the gods wanted it to be.” he couldn’t help but let out a deep laugh. his voice reverberated through the air and you felt uncomfortable. sukuna took another step towards you, then another and another.
you backed away slowly, cautiously. one wrong move and you’d be dead.
“very well then, i’ll help you to recall.” in a blink of an eye, sukuna was in front of you, pressing his middle and ring finger to your temple. then, you saw it.
memories of you in your past life with sukuna played before your eyes. it was like watching a movie, except you were the main character in each and every scene. everything rushed back you and when you came back to your senses, you realised you were in sukuna’s arm.
the king of curses would have never allowed anyone to touch him. they would be killed in an instant. but as you laid in his warmth, you realised you weren’t just anyone.
“missed me?” sukuna smirked.
you blinked back tears you didn’t even know you were holding in. sukuna’s hand wrapped around yours while you processed what you’ve just witnessed.
after so many years, the two of you were finally reunited, albeit under different circumstances. but nonetheless reunited.
and this time sukuna thought to himself i won’t let you go so easily again.
an intro to this character will be up soon!! feel free to send any ask regarding him
— yandere boyfriend
: how would having a yandere boyfriend who’s only purpose in life is you go?
yandere boyfriend who’s been your best friend since middle school, always wanting to sit beside you, play with you during recess and help you out with your homework
. yandere boyfriend who would regularly walk you home, beaming when one day your mother invited him inside
. yandere boyfriend who was quick to intervene when he saw the mean girls picking on you, pulling your hair and saying rude comments that made you cry
. yandere boyfriend who didn’t hesitate to punch them rather harshly in their face before rushing to comfort you
. yandere boyfriend who took up boxing classes to be able to protect you when needed
. yandere boyfriend who followed you to your high school, now much more aware of his feelings for you
. yandere boyfriend who scowls when he sees someone hitting on you on your very first day, a senior at that
. yandere boyfriend who approached the person alone that day, beating the crap out of them for even thinking that they could have you
“it’s disgusting to see how a pig like you could even fathom the thought that they would want you.”
. yandere boyfriend who threatens the now bloodied person into silence, warning them that if they ever approached you again, they would be met with his fists
. yandere boyfriend who scares off everyone that tries to befriend you, who can’t handle it when your attention isn’t solely on him
. yandere boyfriend who becomes more affectionate with you
. yandere boyfriend who confesses his undying love for you during valentine’s day, preparing flowers and sweets you liked in order to guarantee you reciprocating his love
. yandere boyfriend who is ecstatic when you accept, pulling you into a hug and giving you a kiss on your cheek
. yandere boyfriend who becomes ten times more protective and possessive, never wanting you to leave his side
“it’s my job as your loving boyfriend to protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you.”
. yandere boyfriend who graduates high school with you still with him, deciding to go to the same college you wanted
. yandere boyfriend who’s affection for you starts to grow even more suffocating once you enter college, breathing down your neck 24/7
. yandere boyfriend who you would get into arguments with whenever he sees you talking to someone that isn’t him, even if the person was your professor
. yandere boyfriend who soon becomes controlling, never letting you go to parties or out with the little friends you had
. yandere boyfriend who you had had enough of, it has gone too far when you find him beating up a random guy who was simply guiding you to your classroom
. yandere boyfriend who gets on his hands and knees to beg you not to leave him
“my darling, i would do anything for you. you can’t leave me like this. not now, not ever!”
. yandere boyfriend who finally snaps when you turn your back to leave his dorm room, immediately lunging forward to restrain you
. yandere boyfriend who doesn’t allow you to leave until he hears “i love you” from your mouth
. yandere boyfriend who just needs you to stay with him so won’t you?
haven’t written for so long so please accept this crumb of writing 😸
— together
: riko’s death and toji’s words took a toll on geto. how do you comfort him?
geto suguru knew he was fucked.
he knew he was fucked when he witnessed riko die in front of him. he knew he was fucked when he conversed with fushiguro toji. he knew he was fucked when he returned that night, images of the day’s events still flashing through his mind.
he was spiralling.
geto stood in the shower, letting the cool water run down his body. white noise filled his ears.
it’s too loud. it’s too loud. it’s too loud. it’s too loud. it’s too—
“suguru?” geto snapped out of whatever trance he was in. he turned, facing you. he took note of your uniform, how it was bloodied and crinkled. he hoped the blood wasn’t yours.
you stood there, staring at him. his eyes looked exhausted. dark circles were prominent underneath.
you had just returned from a mission against a grade one curse. it was a tough fight but you managed. you’d heard from principal yaga of what had happened and as the lover of the two strongest sorcerers, you were worried. you were aware gojo had been busy with more missions, now that he’d unlocked a greater power. he didn’t have time to be there for geto.
but you did.
and that was what you were doing right now.
silently, you stripped as geto turned away to face the wall. when you were bare, you approached geto and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your right cheek against his back.
the two of you were still. you felt geto relax against you. he closed his eyes, trying to find comfort in this moment of tranquility.
after a while, he turned his whole body to embrace you from the front. he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
“suguru…” your voice was soft, gentle. “everything will be fine. i’m here.” geto gripped you tighter, body shaking slightly.
he’s crying you realise.
“you can cry. don’t worry, i won’t let go of you.” you weren’t really a good comforter but you knew geto needed you now. needed someone he could rely on, someone he trusted. he cried a lot, sobs escaping him one after another. the sight of him so vulnerable made your heart clenched. this was what he was going through.
the shower had already stopped running now but you felt water dripped down your back. your hand reached up to geto’s hair, stroking it.
“y/n, i don’t know what to do,” geto muttered.
“we’ll figure it out. all three of us.” you pulled away from geto, cupping his face in your hands. “you’re not alone sugu. satoru and i will always be here.” you smile at him, using your thumb to wipe away his tears. geto stared into your eyes, seeing the immense amount of love in them. he couldn’t help but smile too.
after a few moments of the two you just staring at each other, you clapped your hands together. “okay, let’s finish showering. satoru should be coming back soon so let’s all just cuddle together and watch a movie!”
geto’s eyes softened as he slowly nodded. “sure.”
when gojo opened the door to the shared dorm, he found you and geto snuggled comfortably in bed. geto’s arms were snaked around your torso. your face was covered by his long hair.
gojo breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of you two. he walked towards the bed, glancing down at his lovers. you suddenly shifted, aware of another presence in the room.
when your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. “toru…” you muttered hazily. gojo lowered down and kissed your forehead.
“hey.” the male then leaned over to place a kiss on geto’s forehead. “is he okay?”
you looked up at gojo then back down at geto. you smile solemnly. “not right now but he will be, hopefully.”
gojo nodded. “i should’ve been there,” he mumbled, guilt and worry laced in his tone.
“what has happened has already happened. it was no one’s fault satoru. i hope you know that.” you reached to grab gojo’s hand. “now come on, clean yourself up and join us.”
gojo chuckled and jokingly saluted. “whatever you say.”
Would you do daki with a reader who has a skin condition that makes it where he can't go out side in the sun because they can't heal from damage made by the sun and because of this they where actually mistaken for a demon by demon slayers
daki x gn!reader
cw : fluff and maybe a bit of violence
hi anon i didn’t know which gender you wanted the reader to be so i hope that gn!reader is ok!
— fragile beauty
: how would daki treat the reader with a skin condition? and how would she protect them when they were accused of being a demon?
- you were born with a unique and rare skin condition that led to you being unable to be seen in the sun.
- when young, your father left you after finding out about this.
- a freak was what he and many others called you.
- only your mother, an oiran in the red light district took care of you. she never left your side and tried to always be there for you despite her busy schedule.
- you didn’t mind being alone but you wished others wouldn’t come bother you about your condition.
- one day, your mother bursts through the door of your house, startling you.
- she quickly explained that there was a new oiran with exceptional beauty and had a similar condition to yours!
- “i’ll introduce you to her tomorrow night!” your mother exclaims gleefully. she hoped that the two of you would be friends, seeing how the oiran was around your age.
- the next day came and your mother spent her time helping you look presentable.
- you were indeed an attractive human due to your mother’s appearance and you guessed your father’s looks were quite okay as well.
- the two of you walked to the kyogoku house, your mother’s workplace.
- when you arrived, you were greeted by the sight of beautiful young lady dressed in a traditional kimono. her hair was put up in neatly and her face had simple makeup on.
- to say you were blown away was an understatement.
- when you and your mother settled down, you greeted her shyly.
- immediately, daki was intrigued by you. you had a pale complexion and looked extremely frail. you reminded her of gyutaro.
- the two of you began talking and managed to hit it off. both of you talked about the “similar” situation you were in.
- your mother was very pleased that you managed to actually make a friend.
- this friendship blossomed into something beautiful. the two of you often went for walks at night when daki wasn’t busy.
- daki knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. she’s a demon, for gods’ sake and she was supposed to be eating you!
- however, as time passed and you grew closer, daki realised that she couldn’t leave you alone. was she falling for you?
- one night, during your usual walks, you ran into a group of demon slayers.
- apparently, they had heard about rumours revolving around a certain person. and that person was you.
- a few locals of the red light district had informed the demon slayer corps that they suspected you to be a demon due to your refusal to step out in the sun.
- they ran towards you with sudden speed, unsheathing their katanas and pointing it at you.
- you were startled and out of instinct, you hid behind daki.
- seeing you so scared made something snap in daki. absolutely no one was allowed to hurt you.
- daki’s obi sash appeared from her back. without warning, her sashes sliced up all the demon slayers. it all happened in a split second.
- you stood in a daze, not believing what you were seeing.
- “daki?”
- you calling out her name make her snap back to reality. she saw your bloody body and began stuttering out an excuse.
- “a-ah, y/n, i can explain! i.. uhm..”
- you embraced her. “it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.”
- truth be told, you already suspected that daki was a demon. you didn’t really know how to explain it, it was just a gut feeling.
- “i don’t care that you are a demon daki, because you never hurt me or my mother.”
- daki blushes.
- “you accepted me with this condition of mine so i will accept you!”
- the girl didn’t know what to think. your warmth engulfing her and the words you’d said left her speechless.
- “i-“
- you kissed her on the cheek, cutting her short before pulling away from the hug.
: how would alhaitham and ayato comfort their insecure s/o?
ALHAITHAM
when alhaitham sees you in the mirror staring at your own face, he sighs. you’ve done this countless of times since the two of you started dating.
a while ago, you’d admitted to alhaitham that you felt insecure of yourself. you kept complaining about the features you have and whatnot. alhaitham could only listen silently, not wanting to seem insensitive and interrupt you while you were ranting.
alhaitham isn’t one to go for looks. he solely believes that a person’s qualities lies on the inside, not the outside. however when it came to you, in alhaitham’s eyes, you were beautiful inside and out.
he knows and is aware that he had a way with words. alhaitham isn’t the best at expressing himself through words, opting to show affection through actions.
but he’d try for you.
alhaitham approached you slowly before wrapping his arms around you. “my dear, you know you’re beautiful, right?”
you, already close to tears due to all the bad thoughts in your mind, sniffled.
the man continued. “throughout my life, i have never seen anyone with your beauty. your features are so unique and beautiful that i can’t help but fall in love with them.”
alhaitham delicately lifted your chin, your eyes meeting his. he smiled softly, a smile reserved only for you. carefully alhaitham brushed away your tears before kissing your cheeks.
“everything about you is perfect. your beauty is incomparable, my love. i’m very lucky to have you by my side,” alhaitham says, turning your body towards him. “if you saw yourself through my eyes, you’ll understand what i mean.”
you finally crack a smile, albeit slightly crooked, before lightly pushing him away. “stop it. it’s so weird having someone so authoritative say such words.”
alhaitham replies, “i’m only speaking the truth. i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”
you laugh.
indeed, alhaitham would always find you amazing. even if you deny it, even if you forget it, he’ll be there to remind just how perfect you are to him.
AYATO
nobody can understand kamisato ayato, the ever refined and elegant head of the kamisato clan. it’s hard to tell if he has hidden motives behind his actions.
many people are cautious around him. even you, his cute little s/o. though it’s rare.
everyone in inazuma views this man like he’s some deity. and you can see why. ayato is responsible, graceful in his words and actions and most of all, he’s beautiful.
this is why you can’t understand why ayato chose you out of all people to be his boyfriend.
you didn’t come from a distinguished clan, just some small humble family living on the coasts of narukami island. you’d met ayato while he was roaming around the island. the two of you hit off and your relationship progressed into what it is now.
ayato didn’t care about your upbringings or family. he didn’t care that you weren’t some prominent figure in inazuma. he loved you for who you were.
the other clans, however, couldn’t accept you.
they said that you had nothing to offer. you didn’t have status, you didn’t have money, you didn’t even possess the ability to bear children.
everyone in the elite society of inazuma despised you. and you just sucked it up
because you believed that what they said about you was true. and that led to endless nights of you crying yourself to sleep, wanting to drown out all their voices in your head.
at first, ayato was oblivious to this all. the nobles didn’t dare talk bad about you in front of him because they know what’s he’s capable of. but once he leaves, they stab you with harsh words.
it was thoma who informed ayato about everything and without a moment wasted, ayato rushed to you.
at the time, you had already fallen asleep. ayato quietly crept up to your bedside. he notes the tear stains on your cheeks and promised to make the nobles pay.
ayato gently peppers your face with soft kisses, waking you up in the process of doing so.
“ayato..?” you mumble half-asleep.
“it’s me darling,” ayato says back in a tone so soft that it almost makes you cry again. “i’m sorry i didn’t realise earlier.”
you sat up and ayato sits on the bed.
“i’m sorry ayato. i just don’t think i’m worthy. those elites are right, i don’t deserve to be beside you. you’re so amazing and i—“
“— am amazing too,” ayato finishes for you. he cups your cheek and brings your forehead to his. “no matter what they say, no matter what they think, no one is worthy of being my partner other than you. no one.”
you can’t help but cry again.
yes, nobody can understand kamisato ayato. however, now you can, even if it’s just a tiny bit.
