My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined Iโd be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewโmy home, my safety, my communityโwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyโll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itโs become a daily battle just to survive.
Iโve seen things I never thought possibleโstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingโmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but itโs almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iโm trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iโm reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceโjust a chanceโto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayโmy home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a differenceโit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youโre not just helping me escape a war; youโre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Iโm a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. ๐
The life I once knew โ my home, my family, my sense of safety โ has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. ๐
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary โ a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of โ now feels like a distant memory. ๐๏ธ
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive โ to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. ๐ค
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. โจ
I don't like it that my works are getting more attention on archive because nine of ten times it's just someone telling me how stupid it is. Yeah I'm well aware now leave xD.
I don't get leaving paragraphs full of hate on someone's story just because you didn't enjoy it. Fair that you didn't enjoy it. But when I don't enjoy things I leave things be and go somewhere else. I don't leave comments about that.
Vhagar's diary (The Point of view of a dragon) ((Slight spoof)
This fanfic has been dedicated to my friends, who told me to start writing and to kinda dont give a f what people think about it, tbf people will always moan.
The majestic dragon Vhagar shares her story, in a exclusive interview/tell all biography. What does she remember and what can she tell us about the past? What do we know? Vhagar tells all is part of a mini series featuring three parts of Vhagars life leading up to house of the dragon, with her ...unique thoughts and perspective!
I have always been a simple, elegant and well-educated dragon. I was born at Dragon Stone, which would become the ancestral seat of the Targaryens. The Targaryen family has plagued me for as long as Iโve been alive. From the very moment I hatched, I was wary and paranoid of those white-haired people. It was very clear to me, as with any other sane soul, that there was something incredibly wrong with them. So, naturally: I felt right at home in their presence!
I could hear the swords clash whenever Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys were around. I could smell the sweet smell of blood whenever they were near and feel the fire burn in their veins, yes all that is true. But I must admit that I never felt more comfortable as I did at Dragonstone. It is perhaps a bit childish, but I hatched there. It shall always be my home.
What did I think of the three conquerors personally? Aegon smelled funny. He smelled like cattle and he had a big dragon called Balerion. Aegon was a true Targaryen in name, and birthright, and shared this wonderful bloodthirsty mind that befitted a Targaryen. He also gave me treats whenever Visenya would look away. Aegon married both Rhaenys and Visenya, for some reason I as a dragon quite donโt understand. But he preferred Rhaenys over Visenya, unfortunately.ย
It was difficult for me when he died, Iโll admit it. I wish I had killed him for the pain he inflicted on Visenya. That will forever be my greatest regret, dear reader. I lit his funeral pyre, but I must admit it is no fun lighting a corpse that has been killed by a better, clever and stronger someone before you.
Rhaenys was a sweet boring woman and therefore never interested me, personally. But as Visenyaโs first soldier, loyal servant and beloved pet I had to see and watch how Aegon treated Rhaenys and Visenya and let me tell you it was so difficult to not breathe fire at each of them whenever i saw them together.
Visenya. Visenya was the cleverest sweetest most generous and greatest woman that ever lived and shall ever live, mark my words and count my scales! From the moment we bonded, I knew, that woman was a special soul, like me. I could tell, because these are my words, so you have to either buy them, or leave it.ย
I remember after she and I bonded; she did a victory ride, with me, soaring through the skies. I never had been bonded before, and no riderโs bond would be as strong as the one I shared with her. I always suspected that Visenya and I were part of the same soul, brought together by fate. We were meant to die together, too.ย
Aegon, the pervert, was watching us, and now that she did have a dragon, he was interested in marrying his other sister as well. Visenya was happy. I think I know why. She was finally noticed. She was finally good enough.
From the moment I hatched, I always have been in Balerionโs shadow. Quite literally. Have you seen the size of that beast? But sadly, it is true, I swear on my beautiful horns. The Black dread, they called him. He inspired genuine fear, true terror in ways I could only dream of. You must know, that I was quite the pathetic baby lizard at that time, but I grew and I grew harder out of pure spite, jealousy, and determination.ย
It was a sight to behold, the conquest. So many burning things, so many fleeing things! Visenya and I flew to Stokeworth. I never understood humans very well, but according to Visenya StokeWorth was not first in line when the gods handed out brains. They shot bolts at us until I turned the castle roofs to crisp and ash.ย
At some point, they crowned Aegon too, I canโt recall when it happened, as I donโt really care about Aegon, much as you can probably tell.ย I do recall Visenya feeding me a nice big cowhead as a thank you for my loyal servitude. I never had any friends, but she comes close to what I would consider a friend if you must know.
Castles fell at our feet, men begged us for mercy, they screamed prayers at their gods as I and the other dragons soared above the skies of Westeros, teaching it the meaning of โFire and Bloodโ. It felt great to be a part of something bigger than me, something that I would know would last centuries. Something that I would know would last long after I had left behind this, earthy crispy shell of a ball.
It was great. But like all great things, this came too an end.ย
The Dornish people killed Rhaenys and the dragon Meraxes in Dorne. Aegon never was the same after their deaths, neither was Visenya. There was this hole left in her soul that no dead body could fill. We went on a beautiful trip to Dorne, avenging the fallen Queen and her dragon. I did not care much for revenge; I was just happy to be invited and to taste Dornish.ย
Aegon died in 37 AC, and I was invited to light his funeral pyre. I did so with great pride and effort, happy to see the flames lick away the remains of that man. Visenya had again lost something very dear to her, and she remained close to me. The eldest of the three, yet the last alive.
In 41 AC, I saw my birthplace again. Visenya had taken me back to Dragonstone, when Aenys, one of the sons Aegon had fathered, named another Aegon, the prince of Dragonstone, which made him the heir of the Targaryen kingdom we just conquered. I pray to their โgodsโ whatever these might be, that this is the final man named Aegon in the Targaryen dynasty, as this dragon already finds this incredibly confusing.ย I understand my lady was very upset. We passed the moon, and it turned red, according to witnesses. Well, those had a little bit too drink, I think. I did not see such a thing.ย
It fell from the skies and shattered. I did see that. But what they claim? No thatโs a lie, my apologies.ย
The rest of the tale that follows is the tale of the maesters, of corrupt men writing on powerful women. I would not speak ill of the dead, though I do so with much pleasure, but my Visenya was no evil woman. She was gentle with me, she was good and kind. She had given dozens of reasons to burn her sister and brother alive, jealousy being the main one. I must admit, perhaps time erased all the horrible things Visenya did, and only made her sweet in my memory. I do not see Visenya as some beacon of goodness. I see her as any dragon should see their riders: Once upon a time, I was confronted by a girl who stared into my eyes, tears running down her face, begging for a chance to become a Queen. And I gave it to her.
As a dragon, it is hard for me to remember all this stuff. I did not become attached to much humans in my lifetime. Most I ate. But Visenya was unique for I felt we had a connection. A deep connection that threw us together and bound us.ย
It was terrifying watching Visenya visit me, every time a little thinner, and a little thinner. I once shared my cow with her, but she did not like the meat, I think. Visenya was declared dead in the year 44 AC, but she died much earlier, I tell you. I watched her die, multiple times a day, multiple times a year, until I finally felt this, horrible emptiness. I wept and screamed, breathed fire until I had blackened the walls of dragonstone, but none of it mattered. I knew she was gone. Nothing could bring her back. I felt alone, truth be told.
At that moment, all I wanted was to join her. We should have died together, fighting as warriors. They call my lovely lady a Kinslayer, perhaps a Kingslayer and a murderer and an unfaithful witch. Well, let them, I say. My lady remains one of the most iconic queens of the Targaryen dynasty, and I shall forever be proud she was my first rider.ย
She was amazing.
Not as amazing as me, but be honest: Who even can be?!
Vhagar's diary ends here. A part two might be in the works, I love vhagar very much and i like imagining her life but clearly she forgets/misremembers things and its so fun to write something else for a change.
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Kinktober Day 27: Modern Alpha!Aemond Targaryen/Omega!Reader + A/B/O + Breeding Kink
a/n: from an anon request for kinktober! ๐
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, a/b/o dynamics, breeding kink, p in v sex
Word Count: 695 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of the Dragon or Fire and Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated โค๏ธ
Aemond has always harbored suspicions that you arenโt the beta you claim to be. Youโve been best friends since the start of university and heโd like to think heโs earned your trust by now, and if not that, at least your honesty.
Thatโs why, when he comes over to your flat to study for an upcoming midterm, he decides to โharmlesslyโ peruse your fridge.
And he hits the jackpot.
Heat suppressants.
When he doesnโt immediately return, you head out after him, freezing in place when you see your heat suppressants in his hand.
โWhy do you have all these in your fridge?โ Aemond asks, feigning nonchalance.
โMust be Saraโs,โ you say, a little too quickly for him to completely believe you, โShe left behind a bunch of stuff before moving in with Jace. Iโll call her.โ
He approaches you, a little smirk playing on his lips, voice a low purr, โAre you sure theyโre not yours? Something in me tells that youโre not being entirely honest with me right now.โ
โPlease donโt tell me itโs your โalpha sensesโ, Aemond, we both know thatโs not a thing,โ you say, dodging the question as you duck under his arm to grab something from the fridge.
You let out a little gasp when he gently grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. For a moment, you canโt help but admire him: his sharp nose, his eyes - one misted over and the other a brilliant shade of blue, his scar, his chinโฆ Aemond smirks at you, leaning in close.
His breath intermingles with yours as he questions, โLook me in the eye and tell me theyโre not yours.โ
You feel like there are butterflies in your stomach, slick pooling between your thighs at the sheer dominance in his voice as you manage to mumble out, โNotโฆ Mine?โ
โYou and I both know thatโs a lie, little omega,โ he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck and scenting you, โItโs masked, but itโs there. Like honey and sugar.โ
Your breath quickens at the way Aemondโs lips ghost over your neck, your resolve weakening as you admit, โI pretend to be a beta to keep alphas away.โ
Aemond nods in understanding, pulling back for a moment, โThatโs fair. But answer me this, little omega,โ the low timbre of his voice sends a shiver up and down your spine, โDo you want to keep me away?โ
You swallow thickly, eyes moving from his lips to his neck, before you shake your head, โNoโฆ Iโฆ Iโve been lying to myself about how I feel for you.โ
โWe both have,โ he says, a more gentle edge to his voice now, โI want you so bad, sweet girl. I always have. Will you let me have you? Will you let me be your alpha?โ
You nod, relaxing into his kiss as he presses his lips to yours, desperately tugging at your clothes and his own, wanting there to be nothing between the two of you. Itโs all a blur as you manage to get back to your bedroom, Aemond laying on top of you, his body pressing against yours. And gods, when you feel him inside you, stretching you out with his cock like youโve never been before. You can feel the head of it brushing against spots inside you that you didnโt even know existed as he lifts your thighs, leaving your legs to dangle over his shoulder as he pounds into you, hips snapping against yours at a breakneck pace.
โGoing to breed you, little omega,โ Aemond rasps as he leans in to kiss you, his lips ghosting against your claiming gland, โGoing to watch you grow round with my pups, and then fuck another one into you. You want that, donโt you? You want to be my omega.โ
โYes, Aemond, fuck,โ you all but sob as you reach your peak, clinging to him desperately as he fucks you through your orgasm, โGods, Aemondโฆโ
He bites down on your claiming gland, making you cry out his name as he edges closer and closer to his own peak, rutting against you frantically, โYouโre mine now, my love.โ
....I am not gonna forget how he just barges into our room LOOKING FOR THOSE PILLS ๐๐๐ his senses ain't a senses no more that is pure:โจ๏ธ I saw and I knowโจ๏ธ AND EVEN THEN WE STILL TRIED TO DENY IT ๐ญ
reader: ...๐งโโ๏ธ
Aemond: ๐งโโ๏ธ...u are lying to me
reader: ..idk what u talking about ..that aint mine..
i got second hand embarrassment when we still denied it and then just flat out CONFESSED cuz this man grabbed us like we were nothing .. .
he dont gotta choke me to get me to bed ..I will wllingly lay myself down ..
could i request werewolf dividers, similar to the set of vampire ones you did?
hi! And sure, I was excited to see this (if I had to pick one to be, Iโd be team werewolf)! I would love to do a set that matches the vampire ones - I hope you like these ๐บ๐ Thanks so much for sending this in! ๐
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hi by any chance do you have any ghostface dividers? Iโve been searching for them everywhere but canโt seem to find any. If your requests are closed, then please completely ignore this๐
oooh yes! I am excited for all of these Halloween-y requests. These were a lot of fun to make - I took some liberties with the vibes on some of them, hope that is ok! ๐ ๐
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hey!! can i request a few dark/grunge aesthetic dividers? red and black preferably! the hex code for the color that i would like is: #bf0405 <3 thank you!!
hi - sure! I have variants of each in the two different colors, hope you like these! ๐คโค๏ธ
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