A bit of fortunate new and unfortunate, this blog will be archived and will no longer be active.
However! All works will be placed under another blog @aeonstale, this includes past works as well. This has been a wonderful journey in this blog but I feel overwhelmed with having to post regularly in three blogs, so for the sake of my mental health and your patience I will be moving blogs.
Sorry for the inconvenience this might have caused, and have a nice day!
Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.
I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment This was after he was shot by an Israeli drone He was critically injured in his feet.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
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┆彡 summary. sunday being a boyfailure
┆彡 cw. not proof read ﾉ spoilers for sunday possible story quest ﾉ slight gore ﾉ trying to get a grasp on sunday's personality ﾉ sunday is just a big loser who's in love lmao. 600+ words .
Formally known as the Oak Family’s head, Sunday was a many man. A brother, though he had failed at it multiple times yet always tries to do his sister right. A man with high responsibilities, in which he lets them deteriorate his health with each paper added to the already growing pile.
But what Sunday wasn’t—a free man.
Tied down by his title, worshiping a dead god, and seemingly never getting rid of his exhaustion. Stuck in a loop of work, work, work and the occasional rest. Sunday never had much, but he had his sister. And he had you.
Sweet wonderful you, Sunday swears he has never felt the need to abandon all, just for you. To hell with his work, your endless stories were far more interesting, far more alive. Sunday knows indulging in desires will only result in issues further down the line, but could anyone blame the man? Could anyone look at your beauty and ignore it?
Sunday knew himself as a restrained and patient man, yet the slight touch of you—the feathery breath of yours caressing his cheeks as you kissed him goodbye on your way to your new adventure. —made him mad with love. Finding it impossible to get back to work without another kiss, then another, then one more, he swears that it was the last yet when you are 20 minutes late to your appointment you guess it was never just ‘one more’.
Sunday knew you were loyal, he knew you would never harm him, he knew you would stay by his side. Yet sometimes he wishes you aren’t as tied down to him as you are. The disaster that took place the eve of the charmony festival is proof.
Never would he have confessed, never would he indulge himself in you, never would he have loved you (No, the correct one would be ; never would he have let you love him.). If he had known you would stick to his side, despite his wrongs, despite his crimes, despite him.
Never would he have murmured those three words in the dead of the night, only the stars as the sole witnesses, your face cradled in his hands. Words of endearment weaving his hearts and yours together.
Had he known you would’ve stepped between him and your friends, your companions—your found family. Sunday never would have.
And yet, as you fight those you hold dear—making your choice. Sunday felt pride swelling his chest. An ugly feeling of happiness, all because you chose him. All because you sided with him.
He swore to give you all. To tear his heart from his ribcage and give it to you. That ugly sense of joy he felt, joined by grief as you were struck down. Maybe it was his fate, the punishment meant for all his deeds.
A necessary act to reenact order.
And selfish as he was, Sunday wished for more. Prayed for you, and the eternal oasis that awaits you both.
And on the eighth day, Sunday was no more.
But on the Astral Express, he was whole. Tedious details on the story of his new coming, Sunday only new he was whole once more as he stood by your side. His outfit is carefully selected by you.
The hands that were cold just before were now warm as he held your own. Amber eyes taking in your beauty, your smile—oh how he missed it all.
It’s okay, you reassure. I’ll always stand by your side, you add.
I know, he affirms. You always do and I'll always stand by yours, he added.
And as you ramble on of your newest adventure, eyes sparkling as those stars who bear witness to his love. Sunday thinks.
Perhaps the order he was so obsessed with attaining was beside him all along, that perhaps the one he needed most was already his.
Sunday maybe will have those answers. But for now, he’s content with you.
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🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.
Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.
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I write to you with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. After 188 days of displacement, constant fear, and struggling to survive, we managed to escape with our lives and reach Egypt. But the pain didn’t stop there. Just yesterday, we lost my children's grandfather 💔, not due to direct war, but because of malnutrition and the lack of basic life necessities. We couldn’t save him, just as we couldn’t save our home or our dreams.
The rest of my family is still trapped in the war, suffering the same harsh conditions that led to the passing of my children's grandfather. We are here trying to build a new life, but we have lost everything. We lost our home, and my children were deprived of their schools and universities. Even my eldest son, who worked so hard to build his future, lost his job and saw his dreams shattered.😔
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I am 40 years old, divorced, I am writing to you and I am very ashamed to ask for help. I have a child named Mary
I don't want to lose her I have lost my house and we have lost everything for us and I have no source of income to spend on her and on myself and I am the one who supports my child we live in a tent and the harsh conditions we are going through forced me to ask for help from you.
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This is Saleh al-Din and her brother Huda, the children of my sister, who was not three years old, and they are now between a conflict between hunger and bombing in northern Gaza, which means from the war since October 7, Saleh and Huda has not seen their child. Saleh was flying over him. Saleh was shouting over him when he screams and says throw playing here. He wished a game to play instead of hearing the sound of shelling and feeling hungry, so I wish everyone who has a living conscience by participating in the publication or donating Saleh, Huda and the rest of my family so that we can live their child❤️💔
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✦ — summary: domestic moment with genshin men. al-haitham / kinich / neuvillette.
✦ — cw: mention of injuries (kinich) ⁞ suggestive (neuvillette) ⁞ ajaw being an opp ⁞ mentions of intimacy but nothing nsfw (neuvillette) ⁞ 1.3k wc ⁞ just testing some layouts ⁞ not proof read we die like tingyun ⁞ a ref to a manhwa (neuvillette).
AL-HAITHAM — SLEEPING IN.
The morning’s sunlight peeked through the drawn curtains. Two sleeping figures were tangled in a mess of blankets.
Al-haitham’s arms encircled around your waist, pressing your back further in his chest. Soft snores coming off you as he sleepily admires you. Your eyelashes resting on your cheeks, fluttering just the slightest as you begin to awake.
He only continues to stare, his eyes often glancing down at your lips. He leans in closer, until your lips ghostly touch his. He presses a kiss in the corner of your lips, moving up to your cheeks. All while you stir and struggle to wake up.
“G’morning love”, he whispers against your skin. His hands kneading at your hips, drawing odd shapes and pinching you when you start to fall back asleep.
You groan, shifting to face him. He lets you, loosening his grips until you comfortably hide yourself in the crook of his collarbone. “Mornin’...” you groggily greet. Your own hands pushing him back into you. He was comfortable.
Al-haitham chuckles, adoring you even more. “You’re adorable.”
You enjoy these moments.
Moments where you get to experience the softer side of Al-haitham. The side which only you are privileged to see. Contrary to the usual snarky remarks his mouth breathes, soft words laced with un-denying love and affections spill out whenever you are in the privacy of your home.
You hum, almost melting into him.
Until he ruined the moment, “You need to get up, you have work, remember?”
“Al-haitham!! Who cares, I’ll call in sick and spend the day with you in bed.”
“Seems like a good plan.”
Even though he will never admit it, Al-haitham loves moments like these. Maybe skipping work is worth it if it means he gets to hold you more.
KINICH — COOKING TOGETHER.
“Ingredients?” hands on your hips, you smiled at Kinich.
“There.” He jabbed his thumb towards the row of ingredients. “Did you go blind when you woke up?” Always the extra comment with Ajaw.
“Aprons?” Ignoring the flying pixels, you continued on with your checklist. Kinich looked you up and down, eyes lingering on the ‘Kiss the cook’ apron you were currently wearing. “Check.”
“No it’s not! You aren’t wearing yours!” turning around you reached for the bright pink apron resting on the counter. And just as you walked closer to Kinich, the latter took a step back. This continued on until he was back to back with the wall.
An obvious displeased expression could be seen. He eyed the apron as though it just killed his family. “No.”
“Come on, it'll be funny! ” you pushed the apron on his face. Giving him your best convincing smile. “Pretty please?” batting your eyelashes at him, trying to muster up a kicked-puppy look that will push him to wear the apron.
Kinich groaned as he took the apron from your hands, looking between it and your pleading eyes. And with a defeated sigh, he put it on.
You had to admit it clashed on him. Suppressing your laugh, you regretted not bringing a kamera to capture the moment.
“Simp!” Ajaw wheezed at the sight of Kinich's serious face clashing with the bright pink apron. His pixelated body was twirling as he couldn't stop the laughs from escaping him. “You look so dumb! Maybe you should add a frilly hat and say in a cutesy tone ‘of course master!’ C’mon say it with me! Of course mas—” Ajaw didn’t have the time to finish his sentence before he was shoved into the oven, Kinich turning on the heat.
“Hey wait, you aren’t actually going to cook him?”
Kinich only stared dead in the eye, “I always wanted to taste dragon's meat. Do you think it will have a trash type of taste? Considering this dragon I won’t be surprised.”
With no hesitation, Kinich slowly turned up the heat in the oven. “You ungrateful scum! How dare you do this to your almighty dragon! Hey– Kinich! Let me out, it’s getting hotter!”
The distress calls were muffled, but you could hear Ajaw clearly. (with his normal volume, you bet you could still hear him even from miles away.) Exasperated, you sighed. Placing your hands on Kinich’s shoulder, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, let him out, I’m sure he learned his lesson.”
“Another.” he muttered, “Huh?” What did he want? More of what?. “Another kiss and I’ll let him out.” blinking twice, a giggle erupted. You held his face in your hands, bringing him closer to you. Your lips finally on his. Kinich savored the moment. Ignoring the distant cries of the annoying pixel.
He already turned off the oven, it’s fine if you stayed like this for a while. No?
NEUVILLETTE — BATHING & GOSSIP.
The Ludex has many duties. Some leave him with a heavy burden to carry. Many times has the Ludex questioned the very foundation of justice. Many times Neuvillette wished the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale would deliver a different judgment.
Neuvillette was convinced if he didn’t have you by his side, archons knew how crazy he would have turned.
But he had you. He had you to sooth his cries in the midst of the night, he had your sweet voice whispering words of love— lulling him back to sleep. Neuvillette had you to anchor him. And he will forever be grateful to have met you.
Another way you used to relax him, was coaxing him into taking a bath together.
He had been intimate with you many times. But somehow, taking a bath with you felt more. . .emotional.
Not the sexual intimacy you often experienced whenever the mood was right, no. This was more.
And his belief was reinforced as your fingers combs through his hair. Shampoo being gently massaged on his scalp. The Hydro dragon caught himself falling asleep too much he had lost count.
But could anyone blame him? Neuvillette was smitten by you.
“Enjoying yourself, handsome?” Has he mentioned how sweet your voice was? Neuvillette feels as though he mentioned it too little. Leaning into your touch, the man hummed, “I would die before I ever not enjoy your touch my love.”
“Ever the charmer, maybe you could give a few tips to Maxwell.” you giggled, recounting about Maxwell who sucked at flirting with his crush. Neuvillette could recite every rumor that circled around in society in the past months.
You always kept him updated, sometimes barging in his office during working hours (he never minds. He actually thanked you for giving him a breathing moment to forget about all the paperwork and trials.) retelling how you overheard a couple recently broke up due to one of the partners cheating and taking all the money their partner gained through hard labor.
(“You might want to expect a case about this! And promise me when you do, give me ALL the details!”)
Neuvillette finds himself indulging your little hobby. Giving you small details from cases and moments during trials.
(“About the cheating scandal from last week, apparently the one he cheated on with was the step-sister of his girlfriend. And what more, the step-mother was the one behind the money stealing.”
“No way!! Poor girl, I hope she is better now..”
“Oh she is. I checked up on her earlier this week and she had found a better man. Black hair and red eyes. As for her family and partner, the step-sister is currently working as a maid and the step-mother was charged with murder of her deceased husband and attempted murder of her step-daughter. ”
“Gasp! Oh you have to tell me everything that went down!”)
Neuvillette was content with indulging you, but he was happier to listen to your sweet voice.
“Love, could you tell me more about your day? Or just anything will do. I would like to hear your voice more.” you chuckled quickly agreeing and going on a tangent.
