the concept of being a demon in hell minding your own business and one day some crazy powerful demon you’ve never heard of sweeps through your land and becomes king for about a month before disappearing
and then he comes back as a 40 year old human-shaped clone of that other white haired monstrosity and they’re both lookalikes of that OTHER white haired menace from a couple decades back that ran off with a human woman. and instead of ruling hell anymore he’s just living in the human world with his colour-coded twin brother in a broke ass shop that smells like pizza grease and covered in lewd posters?
and since hell has no stable monarchy and functions on usurpation rather than succession, you guys just have no current ruler, since your bum-ass king who holds the title ran off and would rather read outdated human poetry and awkwardly try to bond with his white haired son who is ALSO a pain in your neck than do his duties of being an evil conqueror. occasionally he comes down here and kills some of you but otherwise he’s just chilling topside and you can’t even usurp him because he’s still the most powerful demon and refuses to give up the role???
zanka nijiku the character of all time. hes a closeted freak. he pretends to be stuck up. he's selfless. he's an asshole. he wasn't a good enough nepo baby and said yeah fuck you actually im leaving and dedicating my life to community service via fighting monsters and also this big stick. he talks to the stick and asks it how its doing every single morning. he's known for being aloof and nonchalant but is visibly desperate for praise and lights up upon hearing it. all his coworkers know this. he calls himself an average joe. he can dodge bullets. he's gotten his ass handed to him by a guy who gets turned on at the idea of being beat up. Twice. said dude keeps coming back for more because they match each others freak to a degree thats dangerous to the public. he can echolocate. he's been terrorized by a 15-year-old chasing him around with a used plunger. he's become an unwilling older brother figure to the aforementioned 15-year-old. he has fuckass eyebrows. he's thrown himself down a well to sulk and planned on just. staying down there til he died. he has gay little tassel earrings and the darkest, saddest blue eyes of all time. im going insane.
Chapter 438: Chinese New Year Special
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Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed”
A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins”
This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here.
Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next.
👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves.
📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us:
You’re walking this road with us.
And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words.
If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity.
It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity.
You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude,
Mosab and family ♥️
