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ooo zombies and magic!

I like it, can't wait to watch the castle become overrun with zombies and Astrid become a ghoul-smiting warlock!

ASTRID'S FLIGHT

tws: gore, zombies

"astrid. pay attention."

she snapped her head up from the book she was secretly reading under the table, trying to at least pretend that she cared about whatever political discussion was going on in the room.

when she was younger, she had tried to change things. she had tried to make her parents better rulers who would treat the people with respect. but it'd never ended well. one would think that a princess had some modicum of power, but one would think wrong.

the meeting went on with not much else happening, as astrid successfully zoned out without anyone noticing. after it was over, she quickly retreated to her room, taking off her formal clothes and starting to get ready for bed.

that was when it happened.

footsteps started to come up the stairs, just as she was getting into her comfy bed. she slowly sat up, wondering who could be coming into her room this late at night. the dusk meeting was over, usually her family left her alone after this.

the footsteps came closer, until something heavy slammed into the door.

astrid jumped out of bed with an alarmed cry, looking around for the nearest object to use as a weapon. she ended up picking up her bedside candle and brandishing it.

the door heaved over, splintering and breaking, and astrid was face to face with a pallor-skilled man, his skull and skin broken and brain exposed to the light, festering wounds covering his body, his torso wrapped in nothing but a ragged cloth.

the man was king marion constella- her father.

he had been ill for the past couple days, hidden away in a secret room where the doctors had been working day and night to treat him.

she screamed.

her dad was moving unnaturally, shambling towards her, blood dripping behind him with each step.

astrid backed up, throwing the candle at him, but the fickle flame extinguished mid-throw and the wax bounced harmlessly off his head.

he gave an inhuman roar, and continued to move towards her.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" astrid screamed, backing up as far as she could, which unfortunately put her against the wall.

help didn't come. the wretched, pallid version of her father continued to advance.

in desperation, astrid cried out the ancient arcane words that she had been taught by her patron, that she had told herself she'd never use in this palace for fear of being found out.

a beam of energy shot out from her hands and hit her father square in the chest.

he staggered a foot backwards, but then rammed into her, shoving her against the wall as his jaws opened wide in preparation to sink into her bare shoulder.

"HELP!" she sobbed out desperately, the blow had dazed her and her head hurt horribly. her efforts to push him back were in vain, but she managed to dexterously slip out of his grasp.

she darted for the window, fumbling until she managed to unlock it, and started to slip through it.

astrid looked down at the ground two stories down, her vision blurring. in her panic-stricken state, she was sure she could make it.

she jumped.

the last thing she would remember from that fateful day was the wind whistling in her ears, and the dreadful sensation of free falling.

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The House on Pier Point pt1

475 days since the outbreak

A New Moon was on the horizon, and thus it was seafood night, Cecelia requested mussels, and Trevor was inclined to agree.

It was November and a New Moon, a surefire sign of low tides. The tide pool basin stretched out for over a quarter mile, stone carved by the waves and sand over thousands of years and teeming with life.

Armed with a small, sturdy knife Trevor located the mussel beds and cut loose a few dozen, piling them into a bucket of water to take back to the house. The waves crashed on the shore out further, beckoning him out with the promise of good food.

Anything edible was fair game as Cecelia could make anything taste good, especially with the herb garden growing as well as it was. Trevor scooped up a few Turban Snails and a red rock crab he managed to find in a large tide pool. A large piece of giant kelp cut straight from the rock base completed Trevor's foraging.

Heading back up the hill, Trevor passed the graveyard again. It was small, four wooden monuments evenly spaced beneath a tree overlooking the beach. Robbie took great care in carving them, sanding them, and polishing them so that they could withstand the sea wind, and so far they'd held out strong.

Back to the house, Marcus was waiting for him at the gate.

"There you are, Cecelia said you were out foraging."

Trevor held up his bucket of goodies, "We're eating good tonight!"

Marcus clapped his hands and swung the gate open for both of them to enter.

The house was supposedly almost 100 years old, a manor house that was abandoned along with the whole town when everything went to hell a year and a half ago. They were beyond lucky to find it, even luckier that the people who used to own it opted to build a fence around the entire property high enough to keep the zombies out.

Inside, Trevor could hear the radio over the thrashing waves and building winds, "I repeat, those on the coast be wary of horde activity noted around Pacifica, I'm hearing conflicting reports on whether the number of zombies is in the dozens or hundreds."

Cecelia picked up the microphone, "Loud and clear, Dani, thank's for the update. How are Dustin and Geo? Are they coming back soon?"

Once she was done, Trevor presented his catch.

"Wonderful, mussels and crabs and escargot! With some of the butter Carlos made and garlic and chilis from the garden, it'll be awesome!"

"Oh, the chili peppers finally grew in?" Trevor grinned, "Which ones?"

"I'll use serranos, probably, habaneros would be too hot and I'd like to be able to taste the crab." Cecelia took a pot out from under the counter and filled it with water from a jug, "If you could grab me some tomatoes from the cellar that'd be great, I'll make crab bisque!"

Dinner was finished before the groaning started and the scent of decay was carried on the wind. Windows were shut and curtains were drawn, and the gate given one last look-around to ensure no points of entry were available. Night settled over the beaches, giving the ghouls a cover of darkness to prowl around looking for a meal.

The gates rattled, they always did when a horde came through. They grabbed at the bars and tried to get through, but they always left eventually. Sometimes in a few hours, sometimes in a few days, until they either got bored or too hungry to stay.

The night passed uneasily, the stench of human decay on such a large scale was difficult to ignore and even harder to get used to.

When Dustin and Geo got back Trevor couldn't wait to show them the new greenhouse that Marcus and Robbie were finishing up, if all went well it would be safe enough inside to grow strawberries and avocados year-round!

Trevor pulled his blankets close and tried to force himself to sleep, reassuring himself that the gates were holding steady. Everyone was fine, Cecelia had just confirmed with Dani that Dustin and Geo were fine with her, and everyone in the house was safe. Marcus was in his attic room, Carlos was in his library room, Cecelia was in her room next to the infirmary, and he himself was in his own room, safe and sound.

Don't think about Ray, or Mitch, or Leland, or Rick. They died before they had the protection of the Pier Point House, everyone here is safe.

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Whenever an artist who makes dark content gets outed as a sexual predator people will be like 'aha it was obvious something was up because their work was so dark and nasty' and whenever an artist who makes wholesome content gets outed as a sexual predator people will be like 'aha it was obvious something was up because their work was so aggressively wholesome' and it's like you know I think maybe you can't tell whether or not someone is a predator based on their artistic output.

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My name is Faraj Rafiq Mohammed, a 25-year-old young man. I graduated with a major in business administration from Al-Quds Open University in northern Gaza, and I had big dreams and boundless ambitions. In 2021, I married and had a beautiful daughter whom we named Tamara, and my vision for the future was full of hope and striving to achieve the best for my family.

I aspired to study a master's degree in my specialty, so that I could build a better future, and get a stable job that would help me provide a decent life for my family. But the dream collided with a painful reality; I lost my beautiful home, which was our safety shelter, and my job that would have opened the door to life again was lost for me.

Half of my friends were martyred in this cruel war, the other half between wounded or detained. I feel that the dream is moving away, and that danger is approaching from every side, but despite the pain and loss, I hold on to hope.

Today I appeal to you, sincerely from the bottom of my heart, to stand with me. My family is in danger, and my young daughter deserves a safe life away from this nightmare. Any help you provide will be a hand that will lift us out of this reality, and a reason to save our lives. Thank you to everyone who hears my call and gives us a glimmer of hope in this darkness.

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🍉Please don't skip!!🍉

Hello, ❤ Please bless me and congratulate me for the ceasefire by donating to me my friends, please let's achieve the goal

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I am Muhammad, 23 years old 👨‍💼 I used to live in Khan Yunis 💚 I was a university student studying information technology 👨‍💻 at the Islamic University of Gaza 🏫 But my university was completely destroyed 💣 This was my passion in life, but it evaporated in this difficult war 😭 Even my home where I spent my childhood and all my happy memories turned to ashes 😵 I became homeless, so how can I continue my life 😢? Please support me so that my passion returns🙏, and I can achieve my dream of studying again,🙏 I would like to inform you that we are experiencing a crisis of shortage of detergents or winter clothes, knowing that winter is coming🌧 with its severe cold that eats the body severely,🙏🏻 I cannot complete this message due to the many tears and pain,😢 Your simple help💸 will make a big difference in my life😙.

My survival fund has been checked by Global Mutual and @beesandwatermelons🍉.

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The campaign has been checked by the association. They are (#132 in the list of approved fundraisers from Bees and Watermelons, shared by 90-ghost, #255 in the list of approved fundraisers checked by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi), see the post here for proof.

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The war is over but our suffering is not over💔

Please donate a small amount that may save my father's life,only 18€ left to buy my father's treatment, his doctor's appointment is tomorrow, please do not ignore my message and do not hesitate to help me❤️‍🩹

Account No. 10 due to repeated deletion😭

🛑I am having difficulty communicating, please donate or share.🫂

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I beg you, I might lose my father at any time 🙏

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Hello,

I hope this message finds you well.I’m reaching out to you with hope and urgency. Could you help me amplify my desperate plea to survive?I hope everyone can support my family with any amount they can donate, or at least share my pinned post.My family depends on you and truly needs your help to make it through.

Thank you so much.

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not whump but I made some good lentil soup for dinner.

1 pound soaked lentils

1 pound hot Italian sausage

6 cups broth

1 diced zucchini

1 diced onion

1/2 cup diced carrots

2 cups diced spinach

1/2 cup diced celery

1/4 cup tomato paste

Oregano, basil, thyme, salt, pepper, paprika to taste

Brown sausage in a stock pot, then throw in all your veggies and saute for a little while until beginning to soften. Deglaze with broth and put the lentils in. Bring to a boil then simmer covered until lentils are cooked, season to taste. Can and should be halved if you aren't feeding a family of five for two meals.

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My name is Ahmed, and I’m from Gaza. During this war, I’ve been finding tiny, helpless animals under the rubble—puppies and kittens who have lost their mothers, crying from hunger and shivering in the cold.

These innocent souls have no one to protect them, and their suffering is heartbreaking. They’re not just animals—they’re lives in desperate need of care, warmth, and food.

Your support can help me save them. Together, we can give these voiceless creatures a chance to survive.

Please, click the link to help. Even a small donation can make a world of difference.

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Hello, dear friends 🇵🇸

💔 Thanks to your incredible generosity, we’ve reached our goal of $11,500! 🎉 Your support has brought us closer to rebuilding our lives, and we are beyond grateful for every contribution.🙏🏻

As we continue this journey, we’ve set a new goal of $12,000 to address more needs and secure a better future for our family. 🎯 Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to making this dream a reality.💓

Let’s continue 2025 with hope and togetherness. Your kindness today can transform our challenges into opportunities for strength and renewal.✨

❤️🤍💚🖤❤️🤍💚🖤

Please help us and share the 🙏🏻 campaign link:

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With heartfelt gratitude,

Majed and his family ❤️

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Dear friend 😊,

As the ceasefire is coming, I am overjoyed that the war is over, but my heart aches for the loss of my children's father. 💔

I need your support, my friends, to reach the goal of $5,000 to secure the safe return of my family and buy a new tent, as our current tent has been eroded and is no longer suitable for disassembly and reassembly. 🙏

https://www.gofundme.com/f/struggle-of-a-mother-for-survival

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Hello, dear friends 🇵🇸

💔 Thanks to your incredible generosity, we’ve reached our goal of $11,500! 🎉 Your support has brought us closer to rebuilding our lives, and we are beyond grateful for every contribution.🙏🏻

As we continue this journey, we’ve set a new goal of $12,000 to address more needs and secure a better future for our family. 🎯 Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to making this dream a reality.💓

Let’s continue 2025 with hope and togetherness. Your kindness today can transform our challenges into opportunities for strength and renewal.✨

❤️🤍💚🖤❤️🤍💚🖤

Please help us and share the 🙏🏻 campaign link:

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With heartfelt gratitude,

Majed and his family ❤️

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Dear friends, 🌟

I hope this message finds you well. This is Mahmoud Jihad, hailing from Gaza. Recently, we experienced a devastating loss—our home 🏠, my university 🎓, and everything familiar is gone. Currently, my family and I are living in a flimsy tent 🏕️, struggling to get by. I was pursuing a degree in Information Technology and supporting my family, but now we're facing extremely difficult circumstances. 😔

We find ourselves trapped in Gaza amid massive destruction 🏚️, and winter has brought with it the biting cold 🥶. We urgently need your immediate help to get through these tough times. 😭 Every donation, regardless of size, can make a tremendous difference. Your support is a beacon of hope in these dark times. ✨

Our campaign is progressing slowly, and no one has donated to us so far. 🥹 We desperately need your urgent support to overcome this crisis.

Our campaign is verified by:

@beesandwatermelons ✅#190 and

@gazavetters ✅#63.

You can support us through this link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01 💔

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. Let's come together to rebuild our lives. 🙏❤️

Your kindness and support mean everything to us. Your donations will directly help us rebuild our lives. Thank you once again for your incredible support! 🌹

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Hello my friend I send you while I’m broken and broken Now my child is lying in intensive care between life and death and she needs a lot of expensive medicines because of the lack of medicine and treatment, my friend I hope you feel me and don’t ignore my message A donation of $50 contributes to buying treatment for my child and keeping her alive I beg you don’t ignore my message 😭💔

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🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️

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Hello there! 🌷💖

I hope life is treating you kindly 💕

I’m reaching out to ask for your help in sharing my family’s story. 🙏🏼

Could you please reblog my pinned post or contribute $10 to help us rebuild our lives and secure the care my baby, Adam, urgently needs?

Your support, whether by spreading the word or donating, means the world to me and my family. Together, we can overcome this hardship. 🌼

Thank you for taking the time to read this 🌸

🌿✨💖

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