Hello! I'm an author on Ao3, under the name of swordfightinggoose, and I wanted to briefly introduce myself and what I do.
My primary focus right now is my MHA isekai fanfic called "Isekai My Ass," focused on a high school boy as he traverses the slowly changing world of My Hero.
I also have a second work, an ongoing collection of poetry on various topics, but it isn't a focus and more so serves as storage.
Eventually, I plan on posting my passion project "Gated Harvest" as a full web novel starting on Ao3 and branching off to other platforms, but that's very much a long term goal and won't be for a while. As of now, I plan for there to be no paid chapters, and instead relying on small donations to help support my writing- potentially bonus side chapters and AU content as an incentive/a thank you for supporting me! I aim for chapters to be posted on Ao3, Webnovel, Tapas, etc.
That's all for now! I work full time so my schedule will be irregular, but IMA's entire plot is outlined- it's just a matter of finding time to write. If you'd like to see more from me, you can find me under the same name on Bsky and as @pastryinvasion everywhere for art of IMA's MC Ryker!
the panster vs. plotter debate is all fun and games until you literally have to outline your chapter frame by frame because the characters will otherwise be trapped in that same gas station from chapter 1 until chapter 50
Got the urge to draw, so here’s all members of Class 1C mentioned in @swordfightinggoose’s (my) MHA isekai fic! None of them are… particularly relevant, at the moment, but thinking about the crested gecko of man that is Takahashi made me want to design them:)
"I am a mother of five children, and we are currently under bombardment in my area, Khan Younis, in the Gaza Strip. Please, help us! Save us, donate and support us so I can survive with my children. The situation is catastrophic—there is no safety, no escape. Every moment could be our last. Don’t leave us alone, we need you now!"
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a mother of 5 children, living with my family in a tent after the war destroyed ou
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Hi my name is Mickey and I'm raising funds for:
Suheila, who is a m… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Suhaila's family in
I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.
Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨
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Hello,
thank you so much for reaching out- I don’t have much reach, but I am more then happy to help you with this. I don’t have an income right now because my job is separating me, and because of that I’m not in a spot to be donating right now. I’m really sorry I can’t do much more than this, but I hope that my repost finds even a few people who can. I’ll keep praying for your safety and happiness.
Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.
I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.
💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.
🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.
@sajagz, thank you for listening.
Even gentle support creates strength.
From one heart to another — thank you 🤍
hello! I don’t have many followers or practically any reach, but I am more then willing to do this simple thing for you. I’m in the process of being separated from my workplace and don’t have any income source, so I’m unfortunately not in a place to donate myself- I know it could never replace financial aid, but I will continue to pray for your safety and laughter. I’m so sorry that can’t do more, and I hope that my actions help even the smallest amount.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.