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Chat Log Name : Pinkie Promise Kisses

Chat Log Description : The Trapper with a s/o that got hit with his attacks after being used as a human shield by a teammate!

Online Users : The Trapper ( Evan MacMillan ), Reader , Meg Thomas

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : OOC Evan MacMillan, Murder / implied patricide, Second POV, minor description of injuries, Implied abuse. ‼️

A/N : Inspiration by @darkdevasofdestruction

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You were gentle, very gentle. You were a neighbor’s child, you came from an old money family. He had created a childish vow to protect you from danger since he had developed a sort of puppy love for you.

Always you and him seemed to be attached at the hip, going everywhere with each other. He would listen to your quavering voice speak about your nightmares about a suffocating dark fog. He always knew about your fear of spiders but they seemed to always heighten after you’d have those inconsolable nightmares.

You discovered a new resting place which was a willow tree with the perfect shade alongside a lake. A perfect place to hide away from reality. The soft rays of the sun had glittered on the green lake, it was Evan’s birthday. His father gifted him with a broken jaw, his eyes were red and baggy from trying to hold in the tears but utterly failing when he reached you. You had given him a small sketchbook that was the greatest quality during the time and tried to ease his pain.

A couple months later, his jaw was healed.

Your heart continued to break whenever he came to you with bruises on his face. He’d always made excuses for his father, wanting to show to you or to himself that he was strong.

“Here.” he said, slipping a ring made from the shepherd’s purse plant on your finger. “Do you like it?”

You smiled, admiring the ring. You exclaimed,”I love it!“ Evan felt the soft, warm hug from you, he wanted you to smile forever.

The day when he found you in the lake was when he died along with you. The clouds were unnaturally gray, he headed towards the safe area where he could be himself and you’d be his frequent muse for sketches. Something was extremely wrong. You’d always be on time, you always were. His eyes widened seeing you floating in the lake.

Why were you the one that was taken from him, what did he deserve for good things to be stolen from him. His heart continued to break as he reached you, the pages of the shared sketchbook were floating in the water. You were discarded in the lake like you meant nothing, he pulled your soaked body to the soaking dirt.

It started raining. He sat beside you for a couple of moments, taking out a beautiful engagement ring from his soaked pockets.

The papers about your death were filled with lies. You didn’t drown, you’ve been murdered. He knew who had murdered you. The one person who harmed anyone who’d gotten in his way. You were his hope and his dreams. Was this fate’s way of saying that he didn’t deserve anything?

He changed. He wasn’t a weak boy from his youth.

Evan was now an enforcer for his father and the mines. The hazy memories of his childhood were fading but he kept scraps of a homemade sketchbook; some pages were wavy from the dried water but they were all sketches of you.

The spiraling thoughts consumed him as he had nothing anymore. Crinkled newspapers sat beside him that talked about his estate. His mines. The dried mud covered his hands, he’d been playing the same vinyl on loop. Nobody could know about what happened in the incident in the mines since they were replaceable. Deserving the worst since they were just maggots, insignificant and unfulfilling.

The record would slowly come to an end and Evan heard the groaning and the constant mumbling of his name from someone wounded from down the basement stairs.

The porch door creaked open, the fog was slowly surrounding the MacMillan estate.

He heard it, hurrying out of the house.

It couldn’t be you. You were dead. The screams of your voices echoed from the fog as he couldn’t pinpoint where it started and ended. It suddenly stopped. He saw you, running towards him from the fog.

It couldn’t be a dream. The spiraling thoughts of worry continued to fade and he couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms.

It was a mistake thinking that you would be alive again in his arms.

The next thing that he knew, he was trapped in a hellish realm without you in his arms.

Wiping the dried blood from his cleaver. He heard it again. It couldn’t be true, he was fooled once but this time he wouldn’t be fooled. But he heard the generators popping to represent that someone had failed in repairing the generator.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, it was you but you were dead; he carried you away from the water all those years ago.

Your hands burned from the shock of mistakenly wiring the wrong wire. The heavy boots made the wooden flooring creak out when you tried to reattach the wires expecting to see your remaining teammate Meg instead of the man who seemingly slaughtered your teammates without mercy.

Grabbing your sketchbook and feeling the wind glide through your hot skin to try and calm you down. Your heart still pounded with fear but it eased down when you saw Meg. A light smile appeared on your lips as it would soon fade quickly, replacing the smile with a twisted face of agony. Meg must have misstep or even stopped herself from tripping and accidentally pushed you since now your leg was now ensnared in the mouth of bear trap. The tears swelled in your eyes while your trembling hands tried to pry open the rusted bear trap but it was futile; with each try the rust of the bear trap’s teeth seemingly dug further into your skin.

Your screams echoed throughout the area, the blood on your fingertips dribble down your trembling wrists. Still trying to release your mangled leg from the bear trap. Standing above you was the man who had murdered your teammates to please the unknown force that kept everyone bound to suffer the same fate.

He threw you over his shoulder while you kicked and struggled to get out of his grasp. Your eyes saw the rusted hook, awaiting to accept the rusted hook but no hook came to embed itself into your shoulder instead he seemingly tried his best to gently drop you down on the porch stairs of the now ruined Macmillan estate. He pried off the mask that had stopped him from seeing your face fully—but a quick and sharp gasp escaped his lips; invisible tendrils tightened.

Your eyes widen seeing Evan—your Evan. His face was covered with soot, a mixture of dried and wet blood and a slight thick layer of sweat. His dirtied hands wiped against his ruined green rubber overalls as his hands tightly wrapped the bandages on your mangled leg. He left for a while—after a time the gust of wind alongside a distant scream echoed throughout the ruined estate.

The hot tears dribble down your face as you weakly hit his back when he threw you over his shoulder.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Stop moving around, Evan!” You sobbed. “It hurts!”

“You’ll be alright.” He walked around the ruined estate. “You’re the one that’s moving…undoing the bandages.”

His rough hand gently touched the piece of your mangled leg— each step he took caused a subtle knowledge that both of you knew, you couldn’t leave and this wasn’t the childhood house that you remembered as it was distorted and in ruins.

You let out a gasp when he set you down, staring at the open door that led into eternal darkness.

“Are you going to be alright, Evan?” You asked.

“I’m alright knowing that you’re alright.” He held your hand. “I know that I can’t do anything to stop this but you’re alive…you’re alive and I get to hold you.”

His scarred arms held you before gently nudging you into the abyss—it’s happening again, the wounds healed on your leg and landing in the same spot like always.

Sitting on the sliced log in the woods next to a burning campfire.

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Murkoff therapy session:

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Past and present in one image

My family was stable, we lived in peace, and now all we know is the sounds of explosions and the smell of corpses in the streets. We are escaping death every moment. We struggle to get food and drink, as the video showed in a previous post. Video link:

My eldest son Zain's first year at school was a joy for his school, friends and teachers. His life was like the life of any child who dreams of everything beautiful.

My second son, Yahya, was in his first year of kindergarten,and he would wake up early, happy to go to his friends and play.

Or do they now wake up to the sounds of planes and explosions and feel ashamed when they stand in line to get food or water? A terrible difference between our lives in the past and the present. A year between our stable life and the life of war, no education, no games, no life, no security, and no source of income. How long, world, where is humanity, where are the rights of my children? I hope you will donate. As much as possible, my family and I want to leave Gaza. I want my children to have a life that suits them My friends, donate as much as you can.

Post my story. Your friends may be able to help my family and donate or spread our story. I trust anyone who has a heart and humanity.

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Haii

Can u make Michael x fem flesh avatar reader?

(vast if u feel uncomfty with flesh qwq)

Some dating stuff or smth

Chat log name : Best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!

Chat log description : just a bit of headcanons + excerpts with Pre-spiral Michael & Spiral! Michael with his Flesh avatar lover!

online users : Michael Shelley, Female flesh Avatar! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : Implied cannibalism, Self-mutilation, descriptions layers of flesh, body issues.‼️

‘Calm down, Michael,’ he thought. ‘It’s just a diner. That so happens to be run by an avatar of the Flesh.’

Your hands finished scrubbing away the blood from the cleaver; prioritize the meals for having fresh produce. Using the knife to cut open the meat, revealing the bloodied bones and the nerves that were intricately wrapped around the bones, peeling off the skin.

The familiar bell chime echoed throughout the now deserted diner, wiping your wet hand on the black waist apron. Grinding the meat in the old fashioned grinder; the delicate nerves of the hand held the muscle and bone together, covered together by a layer of skin. The ground meat was perfect to make a burger for today’s special.

🥩 You and him often eat somewhere else—never your diner after he found out that the ground meat for burgers was made from your hand and occasionally areas of your body that didn’t fit the ideal perception that you knew since it was just rotten bits of meat.

🥩 You and him who try to have separate things—he tries to open you up to not just be an avatar of the flesh despite you being hugely content with being one with the flesh; just bits of muscle attached to bones. Michael’s dates are always in a cafe or somewhere cozy where it isn’t as suffocating for you or him.

🥩 He often signs both of you up for baking classes since he wants to spend enough time before he goes away on a special trip to Sannikov land—he promises to get a souvenir for your unofficial anniversary.

Disgusting. Molded. Your eyes took in the sight of each grind from the grinder, the meat was never the same; not the simple red strings of meat that came out.

You heard the familiar noise of the bell chime as your stomach tied itself in knots and knots. You blinked for a second; meat had turned into a coffee cup. The diner that was graciously gifted with the antique meat grinder turned into a cafe. You were no longer standing, now sitting across from Michael—this wasn’t your Michael.

“Michael?” You asked.

Michael’s lips moved as if saying something but no words escaped his lips—a delayed speech that came later.

“Yes?” The voice replied.

It has to be your Michael, right?

A metal clink was place on the wooden table of the newly formed cafe, it was the souvenir that he had promised all those months ago. You looked at the souvenir—it was your Michael!

🌀 You tried to get along with the new Michael but it feels wrong—like it was as if the very muscle of your Michael was replaced with this…this entity called the distortion.

🌀 You often start the dates and try to see if he’s still in there but it often doesn’t work to your disappointment. Yet, this Michael unknowingly starts undoing your progress of being somewhat normal.

🌀Michael occasionally enjoys playing tricks on you when you aren’t looking since he like playing around with things that aren’t his meals.

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Help Osama and Siwar survive🙏

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We need to raise €3000 This is to buy a tent worth €1500 The rest of the amount is for living purposes

We are approaching winter, and the weather becomes very cold at night, and the tent is not suitable for living and can withstand the rain. We need to buy a new tent to protect my children from the rain and the cold of winter.

Without your help, I will not be able to buy a new tent because buying a tent is very expensive and I cannot afford the cost.

In addition, the costs of living are very difficult, and I am unable to provide my family’s needs because everything is expensive, including food, clothing, and drink. All of that requires money, and I cannot afford it.

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Hello dear, help me with a donation or if you can't do that just a small request. Can you share the link with someone you know on social media or ask them to share it? My dear, you may not imagine how grateful I am. Thank you from here forever and from all my heart❤️ for reaching our goal Whatever your donation, even the price of the cup of coffee you drink, will contribute to saving a person’s life.

https://gofund.me/eb1d4499 please 🇵🇸🇵🇸

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Donate if you can!! Ft. Ceramic cats from this post

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Hihihi!! Requesting for kinktober, can I ask for Elden Ring Vyke with breeding kink and creampies, with the reward add-on? :D I love ur works!!!

• LIVESTREAM NAME : Loved by the god, Loved by none !

LIVESTREAM DESCRIPTION : You came down to humanity and became infatuated with a certain knight who treated you kindly.

★ STARRING : Vyke, Lansseax! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNING : MDNI 18+ , Second POV, Slight Plot, OOC! Vyke, Soft sex, kissing, Breeding kink, Creampies, Slight Dom! Reader. ‼️

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The soft fabrics draped over your new mortal form while the metal gauntlet held your hand. This was mortality, two legs, two arms, torso with a beating heart filled with blood that coursed your body and your head.

Soft life breathed into the lungs while gold was carved into your mortal skin that tried to mimic the scales of your dragon form that was created by the light. Your eyes looked up at the sky to the burning ball that was cradled to the knight dressed in metals with a vibrant cloak that he unclamped to drape over your shoulders.

“I thank you,” you said. “You are upmost kind to me, sire?”

“Vyke of the roundtable, my liege,” he replied.

He removed his helmet, kissing your cold hand that had been extended for a proper greeting of loyalty—yet it was a tradition in dragon to kiss the hand of a sworn lover.

A sworn lover whose words are filled with sweet molten gold that rivaled the wines in the wine cellars.

You both ate in the same room, drinking the wine from the jeweled chalices while you tie the slash around your scraped knee; the dried golden blood spilled down your knee.

His hands undid the sash, kissing the hardened scab then his eyes shined like the midnight—pleading to continue kissing your sacred legs to the core.

“You may continue, Vyke,” you said.

It felt as if a gentle beast had overcome him, peeling away the layers of cloth that covered your sacred skin—for a tarnished make love to a god was unheard of but nobody was listening—no god would forsake him, his beloved god that he intended to bed in his chambers. On the sheets of rough bedding, he wished that he could bed them in a proper way with the finest fabrics.

Your hand were interwoven with his hand, your legs were hitched up around his hips. His forehead pressed against yours, the art of love—his kisses became sloppy while the saliva trickled down in a little pool on your collarbone.

Your eyes stared into his eyes, his face was flushed and the distant sound of the bed creaking became a distant lullaby while his kisses repeatedly scattered around your neck; leaving marks, he was a starved man for once.

His lips repeatedly scavenging your skin while your lips kissed his cheek, sides of neck. The candlelight was burning faster than usual, wax hardened while your free hand gripped his back— nails scratching his back and hot breaths interwoven within each other.

“My—“ He groaned, weakly. “I beg you…allow me this…I beg you…”

Your hand caressed his face and moans left your lips as he continued—and continued till he bursted. A soft sheen of sweat covered your bodies but he didn’t stop—carefully thrusting in and out, kissing your already marked neck and feeling the liquid dribble down your inner thighs onto his.

“Just a bit more—“ He held your warm face. “ My liege, teach me more incantations…”

Your lips finally kisses his; locking his and finally sharing the halves of your sacred dragon incantation. His body clung tighter to your soft skin and he continued to thrust deeper—deeper, more of your shared broken moans escaped into the kiss.

“My liege.” He kissed your now trembling neck. “Let me…I beg of you, let me keep this inside of you.”

Your forehead rested on his shoulder while he continued whispering in your ears if it was possible to even bear another life within your core and how regal that you’d look so full with his liquid within you.

“We must try, my liege,” he pleaded.

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Hi! 👋 We're reaching out with a heartfelt message of hope. My wife, Diana, our two young daughters, and I live in Gaza, where we face daily struggles in an environment filled with conflict 💔. We've just launched a new GoFundMe campaign to help us escape this danger and find a place where our family can live in peace. Your support, even by simply sharing the link, would mean the world to us. Thank you for reading our story, and for any help you can give ❤️🌸.

Please take a moment to check it out: [https://gofund.me/4f370b48]

Donate if you can ft. Two pictures of dogs and a sea otter

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donate if you can 🍉 ft. cat pictures from Pinterest

i don't know if anyone reads the longer posts i make, so i'm going to try to keep this short and hope that it encourages more people to read.

these kids are zaen and yahya. they're kindergarteners. they were really excited to start school but i don't think it needs to be said what happened afterwards. now they're trying to help their parents collect necessities in gaza.

i'm not going to write paragraphs appealing to the humanity of those reading it. i know it exists. instead i'm just going to tell you about the family and their goals.

this is the shehab family.

zaen and yahya's father is mohammed @mohammedfamily-blog; their mom is @hyamshehab92 who has reached out to me a few times.

their previous fundraiser was shut down; they lost all the money they'd been able to raise and are now trying to start over.

they have been vetted by 90-ghost here and are #127 on the gazavetters spreadsheet.

reblog this post. i'm not asking, consider this as me begging on their behalf. reblog this post even if you can't donate. please. and if you can, donate. if you want writing commissions in exchange, i'll do those for you. send me your donation receipt and i'll do 100 words for each €1. whatever prompt you want. they only have €1760 raised; they need €60k. they'd managed to raise around €17k when their previous fundraiser got shut down.

i'm putting the important links below, for ease of access.

thank you from the bottom of my heart for whatever you can do for this family.

🍉 @mohammedfamily-blog 🍉 @hyamshehab92 🍉 vet (127) (+) 🍉 gfm 🍉

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• LIVESTREAM NAME : Sugar Bones Taste Sweeter!

LIVESTREAM DESCRIPTION : You get hired as a fake girlfriend for Billionaire Bruce Wayne till it isn’t fake anymore…

★ STARRING : Bruce Wayne, Fem! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNING : MDNI 18+, NO PLOT, Fake relationship, Female anatomy for the reader, Begging and Praise kink, Restraints/Padded cuffs, Crying/Dacryphilia, Second POV, OOC! Bruce Wayne.‼️

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It was only meant to last a couple of months till you got on the right footing with your landlord.

Another job would help—you should’ve tried for a normal job but it was easier to be a girlfriend for hire. It paid well occasionally and today there was a new person who wasn’t a frequent customer but he was wealthy—very wealthy.

It didn’t click for a bit—it must be a scam, right? The Bruce Wayne didn’t actually buy your services…

You felt extremely underdressed, despite wearing your semi-finest clothes since he somewhat wanted casual attire for the ‘first’ date, supposedly. He wore a simple button-up, sleeves rolled up revealing his silver watch and surprisingly he was easy to speak too not like the others.

The second date was nonexistent since your schedule was booked—tight and unable to swap appointments around till the third date…

Well, it wasn’t a third date, but rather a box from a wealthy designer that you had bragged about once appeared in your mailbox. You made room in your tiny apartment that you tried to keep clean and opened it to see a dress—your dream dress that you had constantly looked at through commercials and billboards.

The folded letter fell to the floor while you read the text—a reason for the dress was to be his plus one to a charity event.

His hands zipped up your dress for the charity event again and a light smile graced your face—seeing that it was tailored to your measurements and highlighted the portions of your body that you enjoyed.

After several champagne glasses it felt like you were stepping over your feet in the matching heels. Bruce’s hand always remained wrapped fiercely around your waist while your neck was decorated with the finest necklaces with gemstones that you loved, your wrists were decorated with bracelets.

It only felt like it was only a moment before he took you towards one of the spare condos he purchased while his lips kissed the fire trail from your now naked neck. He tore the dress to shred, revealing the matching set that he had tailored to your measurements and in the fabric that you enjoyed being in.

“Come on.” He kissed your lips, tasting the lip gloss. “Baby, just a bit more. You can handle it, you’re my good girl.”

Your voice turned into broken gasps and moans—trickling of saliva dribbled down your chin from the kisses that smeared your lipgloss.

Your hands weakly tugged on the padded cuffs that he put around your wrists to the headboard. He pulled out for a couple of moments causing a sharp whine to escape your lips that got the reward of his calloused thumb rubbing your throbbing clit before pulling away to his calloused hands lifted up your backside to softly kiss a trail of fire to your inner thighs.

His fingers gently spread you open and inserted himself back in, wiping away the tears that dribbled down your face.

“No more crying, baby,” he said. “You’ll get used to me.”

He adjusted your position, bending your knees to reach your chest. He continued thrusting, trying to be as gentle as possible while the cold of his silver watch caused a slight shiver running through your boiling veins.

“Such a good girl for me.” He smiled and continued to gently rub on your clit. “Taking me.”

His rough hand played with your chest since his lips had occasionally kissed your sternum. He continued being sweet despite the squelching noises of smacking your hips together—feeling that your bones were going to pop out or bruise from the insides.

The groans escaped your cracked and smeared lips but he kept it quiet, repeatedly kissing your lips that incoherently begging for him despite him reaching places that other customers couldn’t.

“Quit, baby.” He repeatedly kissed your nape. “Do it for me…So good to me, aren’t you, baby?”

Your head tilted forward, your mind couldn’t piece together what he said as it was too focused on getting ruined by him.

“Ye-yes,” you mumbled.

“Can’t hear you.” He continued to hit that specific part that made you see stars. “Be a bit louder for me, baby.”

The words felt like they had become metal, unable to say it but it felt right. It felt right—no words remained except incoherent words of pleas to him and mixture of praises with promises of a better life.

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🍉 ⸝⸝ HELP MOHAMMAD , MONA AND THEIR FAMILY !

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Mohammad and Mona , 26 and 24 respectively , are currently going through a heart-wrenching situation as a small family of four , which includes their 5 and 6-year-old daughters Tuline and Iman. Their mother , Mona , finds it extremely difficult to bring food to the table and her children are living under the fear of those tormenting sounds of missiles everywhere. They mentioned that the border crossing is going to open in less than a week or two , which is beyond terrifying and they need your help.

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if possible , please place your donations towards their gofundme page and help them reach their goal of €30k ! Fundraiser by Mohammed Gebril : Help this family to get out of Gaza if not , re-sharing this post to those who can help would make the process faster ! also follow their blog under the handle @monamohammed3 to help them reach out their voice to the capable. there's no backing down until Palestine is free !

— Sea Lxght.

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Our goal was survival, but now survival defines our existence! 🇵🇸🍉

Please don’t rush through this text, read it carefully:

We are living in extremely harsh conditions, where our tent has been severely damaged and no longer provides the necessary protection.

The cost of building a new tent right now is about 1000 euros, and it is an essential shelter for our family, which is suffering from difficult living conditions.

We also face a severe shortage of food, especially basic items like flour, which has now reached 100 euros. Securing daily food would help improve these conditions.

My brother Samer is suffering from the absence of essential medications for stabilizing his health, and their cost is extremely high.

I would like to express my sincere thanks to everyone who has supported my campaign and contributed to alleviating my family’s suffering during these tough times.

The art you see is by the talented artist @ardentblooms , who offers custom commissions in exchange for donations to support my family. Your support means so much to us and shows that art can be a true way to make a difference.

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@gazavetters , my number on the list is (#75)

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Our important links are here

Your support could be a lifeline for our family in these difficult circumstances. 🙏💜

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Chat log name : Fire walk with me

chat log description : A short piece of what could have been.

‼️ CONTENT WARNING : Dead Bruce Wayne, OOC! Alfred, Grieving, and No proofreading‼️

It happened again. A death of a Wayne in crime alley on the forgotten anniversary of the murders of Martha and Thomas Wayne.

Alfred could only watch to the funeral procession, once a private affair was skinned and turned into a mockery of a life that never lived. The man, The boy that he loved and cared for, being torn apart once more by the media; vultures awaiting with their talons and beaks that picked the decaying flesh, ripping apart his fragile son that somehow hid in smallest places in the manor and followed him like a miniature shadow.

His fragile son who he found curled up next to the cold tombstone of his parents and begging for them to return to him and promises to be a better son was now just a meal for the news and tabloids to eat before discarding him to find its next meal.

His glossy eyes watched casket slowly be covered with the fresh dirt. Watching the dirt cover the boy who was trapped in crime alley holding the bits of pearls from the broken necklace, it’s final. There’s no resets. There would be no more patching up wounds from villains, no more reminding him to drink the occasional water or eat meals.

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⛔ please help my family don't skip 🛑

Hello, My name is Ahmad Mohammed Hassan Salah, a 33-year-old man from Gaza, Palestine. Under the sky of Gaza, amidst the war and shelling, begins my story. I lived my life in the northern part of Gaza with my wife and three children, dreaming of a secure future for my small family. Nada, my seven-year-old eldest daughter, loves to draw, though her colors have disappeared amid the rubble 🎨💔. Mohamed, my five-year-old son, still dreams of playing in a garden untouched by bombs 🛝💔. As for Huda, my two-year-old, she has started uttering her first words amid the sounds of explosions 🍼💔.

The tragedy began one night of the war when I was forced to leave my home under continuous bombardment 💣😔. I carried my children and my anxious wife, running through the debris and darkness in search of a safe haven 🌪️. Our journey was fraught with dangers, as we left everything behind: our home, memories, and even our money and food 🏚️💔. After a long journey, we found ourselves in southern Gaza, where we set up a small tent as a temporary refuge ⛺😞.

The tent, small as it was, became our new world. Without mattresses to shield us from the cold nights or blankets to protect us from the rain 🌧️❄️, life was harsh. The children slept on the ground, and I struggled to provide any food to feed my family 🍞💔. But the war showed us no mercy. After only three months, we were forced to move once again, this time to central Gaza. The Israeli army described it as a "safe zone," but the shelling followed us like an unrelenting shadow 💔💣.

More than a year has passed, and my family and I continue to live under bombardment and destruction 🌋💔. Each day brings with it a new story of suffering. Food is scarce 🍽️, water is contaminated 🚱, and fear never leaves my children's hearts 😔💔. Nada has started asking, "When will this war end?" 😢. Mohamed tries to comfort his mother, who weeps in silence 😭💔. As for Huda, she knows no world other than one filled with terrifying sounds 🥺.

I also suffer from a chronic illness, and I have a medical report confirming my condition 🏥💔. However, the pain of my illness is less than the anguish I see in my children's eyes 💔😔. I try to be strong, but I sometimes break down when I cannot provide food for them 🥺. My wife stands by me, trying to bring hope, but even hope has become a rare commodity 💔.

Amidst the devastation, I want to send a message to the world: "We are human. Our children deserve a better life. We just want safety. All I want is to sleep one night without fearing that my children will wake up to the sound of explosions." 🙏💔

Due to this ongoing suffering, I appeal to the world through Tumblr to raise donations for my family and for other families experiencing similar circumstances 🌍💔. If you are able to provide any assistance, no matter how small, it would mean so much to us 🙏🫂. You can help by donating food, clothing, or even essential medications that we desperately need 💊🛒. I kindly ask you to share our story on Tumblr, because spreading it may reach kind hearts all over the world—hearts that can offer help and save the lives of my children and the children of Gaza from this hell ❤️🕊️.

My story is not just an individual one; it represents thousands of families in Gaza living in conditions that are unimaginable 💔. The question remains: How long will this suffering continue? And will the day come when Nada can draw a sun without it being covered by the smoke of war? 🌞✏️💔

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I WOULDN'T FORGIVE ANYONE WHO IGNORES MY FAMILY'S URGENT PLEA‼️

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I'm Layla, a dental student from Gaza. My family and I were displaced from our home under bombs and bullets, leaving everything behind without any belongings or necessities. I'm reaching out to ask for help to afford shelter for my family and to buy them essentials. This is urgent, as winter is approaching, and I need to secure a tent or any shelter for my family before the rain and its difficulties begin.

If you could help with any amount by sending it to my kofi, I would really appreciate it. Please try to make it as soon as possible [ funds will reach directly to me]

If you can't donate, there are still ways to help—please reblog this or share it with your friends or family.

I’ve attached a pic for where I am right now and a video; please watch it with the audio on to hear the sounds of bullets we experienced. It was a direct threat that forced us to move from place to place without finding a safe place.

PLS DONATE ASAP!!

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In the heart of the siege, even bread has become a dream. 🍞💔

In Gaza,hunger is no longer just a feeling; it has become a constant companion, a heavy shadow that follows us at every moment.🕊️

My family of 13 has been worn down by the merciless hunger, and searching for our daily sustenance has become a daily battle. ⚔️🥀

Yesterday, desperation and need drove me to go out in search of a loaf of bread.

What I found was not a "queue," but a scene that resembled a battlefield:

Endless crowds 🧑‍🤝‍🧑👩‍👩‍👧‍👦.

Screams mixed with fear 📢😟.

Eyes burdened with pain 🥺💔.

Every step was a struggle against a tide of hunger and humiliation 💨🌪️.

And in the end?

I returned empty-handed, carrying only shame and sorrow. 😔🪫

My children waited for me with small hopes, their eyes asking

Did you bring us bread ?

But I had no answer. 🥖💭

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The war is not just in the bombs that destroy homes 🏚️💣,

but in this daily humiliation as we try to secure our basic right: food. 🍽️

This is not a "flour crisis."

It is the voice of an entire community crying from beneath the rubble:

"We are human, don't we have the right to life?" 🌍🕊️

Will there be a day when my children live without fear? 😔🌟

Will the dawn come when we are freed from this hunger? 🌅🍞

Our hope in God still stands 🙏✨, and our call to humanity is:

Wake up, before we become just a memory in the pages of history. 🖤📜

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Urgent help 🙏 📣

I stand on the rubble of our home, but my heart is filled with hope. I need your help to leave Gaza and complete my education to build my future. Every donation, no matter how small, will help me achieve my dream. Join us on a journey of rebuilding

GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01

Thank you for your support. Every bit of your kindness means so much to me 💔

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