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âhey I'm Saya pronouns are she/her and I'm 19 i enjoy reading and writing of course because that's what i do here but I'm also great at disappearing at certain times but hope you enjoy our content<3
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âHiya I'm Betty,18 years old and my pronouns are they/them. I'll sometimes do drawings for some fics as well(if you want to see my art my art accout is @bettyblixen11 and all art that was once posted here has been moved to this acc
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From a hospital bed... Najah is calling out to you đđ„ș
My name is Najah.
I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room.
I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for me to return
Today, I'm writing to you with a tired hand - but my hope is not tired
The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve...
But time is not unlimited, and support is the difference
Just imagine for a moment:
70 people.
70 hearts.
7O simple decisions to giveđ
Only $5 from each person
An amount you might not even notice in your daily lirfe...
But here, in this bed,
it is a new heartbeat, a chance to stand again, the beginning of healingđđ„ș
The pain is hard...
The waiting is harder..
But the hardest part is knowing survival is close, yet still needs one small stepđ
I'm not asking one person to carry everything alone.
Just 70 small lifeđ„șâ€ïž
people who believe acts, when combined.
that create
With your support, I can rise,
With your support, I can return to my dreams.
With your support, my name - Najah - can truly become "success" 6
Please don't scroll past in silenceđ
Share. Donate. Be one of the seventy
You might be the one who completes the hope.đ
Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah
She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.
Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her
Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her
Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!
Campaign verified:
@gazavetters (629)
@90-ghost
@el-shab-hussein.
Help us before it's too late. Your support could save lives.
Two donors gave her hope during her illness. Now itâs our turnâevery donation can change her life. Join us and make a real difference!đ„șđâ€ïžđ
Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.
Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.
We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.
Help Ayaâs Family in Gaza
Hello. I am Halina, a friend of Aya in the United Sta⊠Halina Kraft needs your support for Shelter and Hop
Larper moment incoming but had this random idea pop into my head for a cod y/n insert like
What better way to make y/n ambiguous other than covering their whole face with a cloth thingy [I have no idea what Krueger's head mask is called I'm sorry]
Clearing out the inbox so if you sent in a req sorry for not getting to it [but tbf most of them were sent when they were closed sooooo it's alr ig lol]
Hello, I am Ahmed, 20 years old, studying computer engineering. I had big dreams and ambitions, but because of the war, I lost everything đđ
I was exposed to many dangers đ
Last January, the occupation ordered us to evacuate our house, and I am the sole breadwinner for my family. We were displaced on foot for a long distance under the showers of bullets and rain. From that day until today, I have been homeless, without shelter, and without work. Our house was demolished, I lost my car, and my university was bombed by the occupation, so I want to complete my studies and education and build my dreams again đ„čđ
could i request smau of miles edgeworth and klavier gavin(u can add others too) reaction to reader being jealous?
Finally free from irl stuff so I can get back to work hehe. Just kept Edgeworth and Klavier bc tbh...jealousy fics are my worst nightmare and went about it a bit differently bc I hate the "omg someone interacted with you?? Grr I'm now jealous and possessive" troupe for multiple reasons so hope this will still work
Please Replog Or Donate For My Family and my cat đđđ
I am reham, his condition, and all the families of Gaza are very difficult, they do not have the necessities of life, no medicine, no food, no health, no education, nothing but death and destruction I appeal to everyone who sees my campaign to stand by my family, Whether by donating or sharing the story with your friends to raise an amount that will help my family get out of Gaza safely đđ
I am a nurse at Nasser and Al-Khair Hospital in Khan Yunis I also used to work for Dentist K But at the present time, I have lost my job, which was a source of income for me and my family in the past, and now all I will have left is the donation link that I made in order to help my family, about thousands.But it takes time I hope to achieve the goal of my campaign.
I also want to do charitable work and spread the first aid course to children and women because we really need that urgently at the present time because of this war and genocide that we are exposed to.I lost my brother because of this war, and I really miss him. The loss is painful.
My mother is sick and needs treatment, and my little brother, whose name is Ali, suffered from jaundice due to the food contamination to which we were exposed. Your donation, I use it for my family and provide them with healthy food.
I have been afflicted with a great emptiness and depression because of his distance from me. I hope you pray for him too, may God have mercy on him. đđ„șđ
Writing drabbles that I might turn into fics later on part 69 - Mod Betty
Ravage somehow could always sense when you're feeling overwhelmed, it's like a 6th sense or maybe she has similar telepathic abilities like Soundwave.
Whenever she can sense you in distress she walks to your room,jumping on the bed,laying on top of you and laying her head in the crook of your neck,serving as a weighted blanket. That in combination with her much stronger purring help ground you. She doesn't mind you clinging to her,she'll just stay there until you fully calm down
Hello, is it alright to request Desmond sycamore/Descoleâs reaction to learning reader is asexual headcanons? Particularly one who is sure of and has always been comfortable with being ace. Itâs alright if you canât get to this or not really feeling like writing it. Thank you for reading regardless and I hope you have a magnificently lovely day!
DAARRLLING GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL/ref, but seriously, tho slowly getting in the groove of writing again,life made me deal with a lot of stuff so sorry for starving you all for like a year
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âąTags: gn!reader, ace reader[obv], talk of sex but no smut, reader is Descole's assistant, this is mainly Descole but Sycamore is briefly brought up too
âąWords: 1.4k
[Art is made by Mod Betty]
You were always sure of your identity, of who you were and no one could ever make you doubt that about yourself but that has never stopped people from trying to twist things,to make it seem like you're broken or confused,that maybe you haven't found the right person yet. When you were younger they would just tell you that you're too young to know that,too immature to fully fathom the idea of intercourse but seeing as you grew older and âdidn't change your mindâ like they'd hoped you would,they start talking about your hypothetical ideal lover that will âchange youâ. Sure, there will be a âright personâ for you but not the one they expect. The right person will be that special someone who understands you,who doesn't pressure you to be something you're not. But it's hard ,you swear everyone around has an insane libido or something because every time you tried dating or even thought of dating, there's always that nagging feeling of expectation. Expecting something more intimate,like what you have, isn't enough. It irked you to the point that you almost gave up on dating entirely. KeywordâŠalmost.
There has been someone who caught your eye, quite a fascinating character you've never seen before, someone so..not ordinary. Desmond,or Descole as his villainous title, was someone you never thought you'd be friends with,let alone be attracted to. A seemingly normal gentleman actually having a double life as a villain? It almost doesn't feel real, but here you were. You weren't exactly sure what attracted you to Descole. As Desmond, he was a sweetheart,the embodiment of something sweet that melts all your senses,or maybe that's just his cake shaped and scented hair that is making you think of sweets at the moment. Regardless, his kind and polite nature was charming and a very much real part of him. However, his alter ego is certainlyâŠsomething.It's like he's a completely different man-selfish,mean-spirited,always scheming. Even then, there's still something about him that gravitates you towards him. Sure people see you as his lackey and just as evil but each time you talk with him,be in the same room as him,listen to his thoughts and plans you can sense something deeper, as if he's hiding something, as if he isn't this evil mastermind he paints himself to be.
Maybe his oddity is what attracts you to him. Maybe it's the hope that because of his out of norm personality, he'll be the one to accept your queerness that others deemed unworthy of love and acceptance. Sure, you didn't need anyone's validation to love yourself, but it still sometimes stings when you get rejected over and over again. What you didn't expect was the fact that the masked man was also interested in you,his gaze always lingering on your form, as if analysing something, as if you're some kind of puzzle and he plans to solve whatever enigma you seem to be to him.
It was slowly getting dark,sun setting, painting the sky an orange hue that seemed to make everything seem so warm despite it actually getting colder. You and Descole are sitting on top of a rooftop, âa perfect place to unwindâ as he called it. All of it felt so cheesy,you wouldn't be surprised if he confessed right here and now. And your suspensions would be proven correct.
He scoots closer to you,not enough where you're touching but definitely closer. You turn towards him: âSomething on your mind?â You ask,a bit nervous yourself. âYes,there is something I've been thinking about and I find it pointless to delay it any longerâ he says,turning his head to look at you âFor the past couple of months you've been driving me mad,I wasn't sure exactly what it was about you,it was infuriating yetâŠI found myself fond of the feeling,the yearning. It felt as if my existence would be meaningless without your presence.â He pauses,thinking for a second before removing his mask,eyes locking with yours. âI've watched you,your every move when you're around me,every glance,every word,every touch. It was intoxicating at this point ,I couldn't keep this feeling locked up inside me forever, to be quite frank you were the hardest puzzle to solve but allow me to indulge by listening to my solutionâ.
You tried to focus on his words, but your mind and eyes drifted. His eyes were a rare sight since he usually has them covered up by the mask and rarely do you ever see him in his Sycamore persona.His brown eyes seem to pull you in without even trying, as if casting a spell on you , as cliche as it sounds ,when you see him staring back you blink,snapping out of your trance âoh uhm yeah right, what secret about me have you uncoveredâ you respond,trying to act calm but your mind is already racing. âWould it be so bold to assume that you share my feelings? That you also yearn and await someone?â Damn him and his scarily good analytical mind because he hit the nail right on the head. âYeah,what about it?â You grin,trying to ease up your nerves and hopefully save yourself from a possibly humiliating situation. âWell I was hoping you'd accept my offer for partnership, and no I do not mean in the assistance you've already provided me,but something more than simple acquaintances or friendsâ he said,stretching out his hand towards you âSo what do you say? Do you accept it?â He asks,looking right at you.
âOf course you would!â You think to yourself but there was a nagging feeling ,one you knew too well. You couldn't keep this from him,you have to tell him,for his sake but most importantly,yours. âI will but you must know one thing before we do thisâ you say âI am not interested in⊠intimacy, quite frankly I don't see the appeal of sex in general and no I will not change my mind or change everâ you say confidently,analysing his reaction âGo onâ he says,as if waiting for the big reveal even though you just said it point blank âIsn't it obvious? You're not gonna be sexually intimate with me in this relationshipâ you say,a bit confused. âI see no issue with that,were you worried my feelings would magically change because of this?â he asks,genuinely dumb founded. âI mean,yeah? Everything is centered around sex one way or the other, everyone expects it at some point in their relationshipâ he only sighs ,shaking his head âSilly you,i should take offence for the fact you believe I have the same primitive mindset as those ..simpletonsâ he takes your hands in his before speaking again âI do not care about such things,it is and will always be your choice if you wish to partake in it,I do not expect it from you, ever.If our relationship cannot blossom and thrive without such carnal desires what even is the point?â he asks,holding your hands a bit tighter âAre you sure?Because I don't want you to suddenly change your mind mid relationship and just waste both of our timeâ seems like your words struck a nerve as he pinched you playfully âFool! To think you'd doubt me,who do you take me for?I know deception is kind of my thing but do know that I never plan on deceiving youâ he says and suddenly it's like his personality switches,he's still Descole but at the same time,he's also Sycamore.That kindness and gentleness never left when switching identities.You didn't have the words to express what you're feeling,shock,happiness, relief, it's all flooding you at once.
The man stares at you,awaiting your response. You simply laugh,pulling him in a kiss. Lips crashing against each other with so much love it left you both breathless yet yearning for more. That's when you knew he was the man you loved, the man that loved and accepted you,your natural self. And with that thought, you kissed him again as the sun set completely, enveloping you both in darkness as the feeling of your connected lips being the only evidence of each other's presence.
Hello my friend, please give me your attention to reply, I really need your help, pleaseI am Ahmed from Gaza, specifically the town of Al-Qarara. I have a family of 6 people: my mother, my father, my wife, and my two children. My mother has high blood pressure and diabetes, my father has high blood pressure, and my daughter has a chest infection. She needs a vaporizer and treatment. I now cannot find a place to shelter me. I am homeless. Please save us. Help me and my family, please
The war has returned again, Gaza is under bombardment and my area is being subjected to heavy shelling. We have lost hope in our rights. We must evacuate this city where there is no security. Donate to my family again, you are our only hope.
Donate here
raised 50$/10000$
My name is Hamza, I am preparing this campaign to help the family of my sick friend Shafiq
wh⊠Hamza Amer needs your support for Help fund
đž From One Motherâs Heart â Please Read đž
My name is Saja. Iâm 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 â from her first smile to her first steps â 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 â a fragile, breathless moment â 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 â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm 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 daughterâs life.
And even now â especially now â 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 Iâm 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.
Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs 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:
đ€ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
đ€ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
đ€ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
đ 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 didnât have to live t
If you canât 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 youâve never lived through war.
But if youâve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them â then you understand more than you know.
I donât want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youâve read this far â 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 itâs a lifeline.
