#Loria was hard

[smilesrobotlover]

I’ve been thinking about the big deities of Hyrule and decided to make designs for different deity designs.

Hylia is the Goddess of Heroes, ordered by the golden three to watch over the Triforce when they left. She is the goddess of Hyrule, though it existed when she no longer existed because she gave up her immortality to defeat Demise. So really, no goddess protects the Triforce, and instead it scattered after ocarina of time when Ganondorf tried to grab it. But yeah Hyrule is kind of a mess with no Goddess to protect it. I lvoe big bird woman but honestly, I wanted her to look like Hylians so she’s a regular Hylian with some godly designs added. Yayy.

Then there’s Labryn, the war god of Labrynna. He’s focused on war and strategy and so he has the owl insignia to kind of represent Nayru’s wisdom. He’s kind of meant to be a mixture of Ares and Athena. He’s fun! Very rageful and has no respect for Hylia or her heroes. Hope he doesn’t create a labyrinth to test a hero 😳 that’d be crazy tho

Then we got Hollow and Drumm, the dancing gods of Holodrum. I want that kingdom to be focused on entertainment so I gave them the comedy and tragedy masks which is fun. Their designs are loosely based after the oracle Din too and yeaaaah. Idk what they do but they just kinda vibe and do their own thing.

Then there’s Oshus, king of the oceans. I feel like the ocean is its own domain, it’s own kingdom. I mean in our world, the ocean is its own world, so it makes sense for the ocean here to be separate from the kingdoms on land. So Oshus is doing his own thing and watching over the world of the ocean. And I also just love him. Def adding a ton of power to him, putting him on the same level as Hylia but idc it’s what he deserves. Now, if he was so powerful, why couldn’t he defeat Bellum? Well… Hylia had Demise so…. And she didn’t survive that battle sooooo…. Tho he’s not involved with Hyrule, Oshus has a lot more respect for Hyrule and its hero after phantom hourglass :3c

And idk, I wanted to draw Loria. Idk how her world exists she’s just kinda there vibin.

[moonriver080]

【Funny Story Time】

I wrote an article for my 6 pictures

I tried to machine translate a paragraph and modify it.

But it's too long. I give up.

During Links meal breaks, the chains sometimes share anecdotes from the past to improve their understanding of each other ......

Well, sometimes it's not so much the anecdotes that are shared as it is the puzzles or the creepy pasts that are shared on reflection. (And some people seem to enjoy it.

It was a spring-flowery afternoon, and the sun was just right, and mixed with the sweet aroma of the chef's well-cooked courser milk soup, it had to be said that it was a very good soothing respite for Links, who had just finished a hard-fought battle, both physically and mentally.

Everything was just right, so Warriors let his guard down and picked a conversation that had left him a bit exhausted for the next week (Oh! Don't get me wrong, it was actually quite an interesting process and development /grin/)

Huh, how could he be blamed, after all the Warriors, who was more social than the other Links, was relatively adept at grasping the melodrama of the atmosphere, knowing when to be quiet and when it was better to have a chat.

They all understood that the team was, with the exception of certain ones, clamshells that had come to life one by one. (Or maybe some of the outgoing ones are actually clamshells.) (Aha! A new way of flirting with oneself is born.)

Anyway, this is why Warriors wave his spoon smugly (like a tiny flag): "...... When we triumphed, the streets were filled with petals and ribbons, and people clustered in the streets and upstairs and on the rooftops, and though, trampled by the war, both the roads and the .. were somewhat depressed ...... Well! That part doesn't matter now!"Warriors stirs the soup and takes a small sip (any more and we won't be able to start a conversation today, Wild, the

boy's food is gaggingly good), "...brave soldiers walk the streets of Castle Town, their footsteps without the thunder of applause that rises up at the first moment, and my beloved Epona kicks and stomps (and here it's being torn apart by sunlight) down the stone streets, edged in gold, and the streets are filled with the most beautiful and beautiful things in the world.My beloved Epona was kicking and stomping along the stone streets edged in gold by the sunlight (glared at by a certain few here), flowers were thrown from all over the place to send blessings to the soldiers, and the fallen flowers covered the whole road, Aaannnnnd!Of course~ I received the most bouquets of flowers~ No matter which way I looked, the screams were like the rising of the tides that rose up and down, and went on and on and on~"

Warriors grunts and laughs as he speaks, lifting his bangs and skimming the ends of his hair.

Gee, he's always showing off his hormones that have nowhere to go.Legend smacked his lips on his spoon, the delicious food immediately soothing his prickly nerves caused by the teasing, but ......

Putting aside some of his "preconceptions", Warriors was indeed a strong general with leadership qualities, and under the circumstances, it was only natural that he would be welcomed to protect the people, lead the soldiers, gather the divided world, defeat Ganon, and bring safety to the people.With this in mind, Legend picked out the fruit in the soup and took a bite.Looks like he's popular, that's really good. Well, yummy.

(Wild has fine-tuned for everyone's tastes, the golden apple chunks added late in his bowl are soft, crunchy and sweet after micro-cooking, rich in flavor, he had asked for some seeds long ago, but Wild said that this golden apples are produced by probability,. Hummm, Legend who is the hottest apple supplier in Hylia and Loria' smiles but does not say anything.)

But ......Legend chewed another bite of apple chunks, looking at him like this is really unpleasant ah.Legend was disgusted by the image that appeared in his mind of Warriors riding horses and throwing flying kisses to stir up a cheering crowd of cold shivers, ah, can not think about it, a little stomach.[I'm not sure if this paragraph is translated correctly (because I read it myself as if something was wrong, but I don't know what went wrong).]

The Chef of Peace, who had been listening to the story since a moment ago and had somehow become a bit dazed, came back to his senses and looked at Legend, who was blushing a bit darkly, in puzzlement.

【If you want to know the full text, let me know, and maybe I'll translate it intermittently.】

Eggs①: (Three photos taken by Wind) (Price:?)

Confused by the first delivery of the bouquet

Link)

(Link, who was surrounded by civilians, gave flowers and scattered petals to celebrate shyness and cover his face)

(Link who was frightened by the enthusiasm of the people and hid in the Zelda King)

Eggs②:

A week later, another tea break.

Wars looked at Time, who was being chased and intercepted, and drank a cup of sweet and sour fruit tea contentedly.

Offensive and defensive potential is also different, sapling, soldiers are not tired of cheating, plan and then move, is also for the trick. (Completely strung together.)

Wind? Wind curled his lips as he held a small part of the empty cookie bag. Wars really held a grudge.

[guesswhoiamplease]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

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Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

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Donation Link 👇🏻

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May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

^^^

[darkmetaknightspussy]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

[iceemoondemon]

Urgent Appeal from Blockaded Gaza

To all those with kind hearts… We are a Palestinian family from Gaza, speaking to you from a small tent in the south of the region after the occupation destroyed our home, leaving us with nothing. Our situation worsens day by day, and prices have become unbearable amid closed borders and merchants hoarding essential goods.

We are a family with a father suffering from illnesses and shrapnel wounds, and a mother striving to care for us in these harsh conditions. My younger siblings share this tent with us, unprotected from heat or cold, and our two young nieces only dream of having food and water in safety.

Today, a bag of flour costs 300 shekels, and a kilogram of tomatoes is 55 shekels, prices that most of us simply cannot afford, pushing us closer to the threat of starvation. We, therefore, appeal to all generous souls everywhere to lend us a hand; your help may be our only lifeline.

Any donation, no matter how small, could bring us hope in these hard times. We need your support to secure the most basic necessities and to keep alive the dream of a future with safety and peace for us and our loved ones.

May God bless you and your wealth, and help you continue doing good. To offer support, please reach out via GFM (https://www.gofundme.com/f/faydxu-help-mohammed).

[kairoot]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: Suitors’ Rounds | 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱.

PAIRING ▸ prince!hongjoong x princess!female!oc

GENRE ▸ royal au, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff

WARNINGS ▸ scolding i guess?, mistreatment, let me know if I can add anything

MILAN’S NOTE ▸ enjoy the first chapter ! :p wc: 5.2k

SECTION SONG — my future by billie eilish

italics indicate flashbacks!

"How many times must I remind you, Loria?!" Lady Valenti had grabbed the poor girl by her arm, dragging her into her bedchamber.

"But, Mama, I was only-" Loria started, only to be interrupted by her grandmother seeing her way into the room with a nod to the guard outside the large double doors.

“You should not be so hard on her Adela, you were once her age.” She spoke, her tone calm and reminding as she stopped a few feet in front of the door and glanced at Loria before turning to look at her daughter.

"Is this how she will act when she is to present herself to her suitors in the future? Will she behave like an untrained canine while she is being courted?" Lady Valenti asked, rhetorically questioning her mother as she slowly turned around to meet her gaze.

Loria diverted her gaze to the floor, tears instantly glazing her vision. Her mother had been treating her this way ever since she’d expressed to her that she wanted to be a kingdom archer and not a princess. To which her mother- of course, quickly disapproved of.

She was also no longer in the pale baby blue dress her mother had sent her off in during the early hours of the day where, she’d been with her daughter, but she was now fitted in Khaki shorts and a ruffled white polo shirt- that was no longer spotless but now littered with the remnants of her time in the fields where she’d been carelessly pulling dirt and rust covered arrows out of their targets. Even her knee length socks looked as if they’d been spat on by the mud monster itself.

The preteen turned around in her seat, her curls that she’d sloppily tied into a high ponytail swayed with her movements as she faced her bedside table.

“She is not to be courted for another 7 years, why are you urging your concerns of marriage onto her at such a time?” Loria’s grandmother asked, her face subtly displaying her confusion.

“Because she wishes to be a knight.” Loria’s mother deadpanned.

“I wish no such thi-” Loria cut in, attempting to defend herself from her mother’s false claim.

“Quiet Loria! You are not to speak unless you are spoken to directly, do you understand!?” Lady Valenti raised her voice, no longer able to hold back her frustration as she turned to glare at her daughter.

Loria shrunk back down into the position she was previously at, returning her gaze back to the floor as she nodded wordlessly at her mothers outburst.

Her grandmother shook her head as she silently stared at her daughter, disappointment now evident on her features.

“You are exaggerating, Adela.” Her grandmother said, her frown only becoming more apparent.

Lady Valenti was still as she stared at her daughter through the vanity mirror that she sat in front of. She felt the slightest bit of pity for a moment, watching as her daughter frowned at the polished marble floors, and fought back her tears. Despite her tick of pity a disappointed scowl remained upon her features.

“You are of no help to the cause either, Mother. She wishes to play with weapons and practice in the fields as though she is training to be in battle, as though she is a prince! And you are teaching her how to do it as if it will be useful to her in her future. I will not allow her to trash her rank and attempt to be something she is not.” Lady Valenti said with finality as she turned her head away from the mirror and towards her mother.

Tears welled up in Loria’s eyes once again, threatening to spill but she held them back. Hearing those words and receiving that kind of treatment from her mother was nothing new to her. It was not the first time she’d done this and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

“Your Majesty!” One of Lady Valenti’s hand maidens came hurriedly into the room, distress and concern written all over her face.

Both Lady Valenti, and her mother diverted their attention to the girl. They wordlessly waited for the girl to continue and explain her sudden urgency, worry making its way onto their own faces.

“It’s- Qu- Queen Minjae of Aurora, she has been transported to the medical wing, she’s been wounded- fatally!” The girl stresses.

The last few words of her sentence were barely processed through Loria’s grandmother’s head as she immediately made her way out of the room. Urgency in her steps as a guard made his way behind her, barely catching up as she turned a corner heading straight towards the palace’s medical wing.

Loria looks up at her mother, confusion and worry written all over her face.

“Watch over Loria, I will go see to her Majesty. Do not let her out of your sight.” Lady Valenti says to the hand maiden that had remained in the room after giving her the news.

“Yes, your Majesty, as you wish.” The girl bowed in obedience as she turned her gaze to Loria, who watched as her mother hurried out of the room.

Minjae, it was a name she had heard before but wasn’t familiar with. But Loria assumed she must have been pretty important considering the title she held. Queen Minjae.

-

Even now, 7 years later- her mothers mistreatment and emotional abuse remained consistent. Loria was 20 now, and with that the threats and lectures were only getting more intense. However her mother’s nagging wasn’t all that remained.

Loria's passion for archery did as well.

She stood in one of the many grassy meadows of Aibira, one not far from the walls of her Royal estate, her curls hanging loosely in a low ponytail as they danced with the breeze.

Her arms were occupied with the large bow that she was steadily pointing towards one out of 3 targets standing a few yards before her, her form perfect, her body still and one of her eyes squinted closed as she aimed for the perfect 10.

Loria took a deep inhale, her index finger ticking in preparation to release the arrow she held.

"Your Highness!" A shaky, almost panicked voice called out.

The sudden intrusion startled the princess, resulting in her releasing the arrow carelessly. The arrow flung sharply in whatever direction it wanted rather than the one she’d so carefully calculated.

Loria's head snapped in the direction of the anxious tone, hearing the subtle “thwump” of the arrow she’d released hit what she hoped was one of the targets.

A young woman ran towards her, the edges of her washed blue dress bunched into her fists so that the skirt of her gown would hang above the threatening grass.

"Helena?" Loria questioned, making eye contact with her one and only lady in waiting. Questioning her by a simple call of her name and a confused expression to top it off.

"Loria!" Helena called for her by her first name when she got closer. The maiden stopped abruptly, bending over slightly as she tried to catch her breath. She exhaled before speaking again.

"Lady Valenti, your mother.. Wishes.. Wishes to see you." She managed to get out, her breathing slowly but gradually stabilizing.

Loria scoffed in disapproval, intending to ignore her maiden's message the second the words “Lady Valenti” had left her lips. She turned back towards the targets she’d been practicing with and smirked to herself.

"Bullseye.” She whistled proudly, observing the arrow that she thought she’d inaccurately released, pride bubbling in her chest as she looked at how the fine arrow pierced the target before reaching for her quiver to retrieve another arrow then walking a little ways to line up with the next target.

"Loria, she-" Helena started, but was interrupted by Loria’s taunting question.

"Do you think I could stick another one like that? Shall I close my eyes this time?" She asked with a small smile before closing her eyes and pretending to ready her arrow for the target. Whatever it is her mother wanted could wait. She was almost positive it was something about her royal duties or some other lecture that she could not stand to hear right now.

Helena swallowed hard, trying her best to urge the Princess back into the palace where she assumed her mother was growing more and more impatient until the point where she’d eventually-

"Loria Valenti!" Loria’s mother wailed, nearly shoving poor Helena as she stomped her way over to her daughter.

Loria groaned to herself before turning around once again to face her “evil” mother’s wrath.

"Mother.. I-” She started, closing her eyes with a sigh before they shot back open at the feeling of her Mother’s polished nails digging into the uncovered flesh of her arm.

"I recall telling you to return to the castle before 12, or was I hallucinating. Or perhaps I was talking to the WITCH pretending to be my daughter, hm?” She spat gritting her teeth, anger evident in her voice as she yanked Loria back towards the castle.

Loria’s breathing was heavy as she attempted to release herself from her mother's clutch. Her struggles only resulting in her mother’s grip getting harsher, her skin was tan but the bruises from her mother’s nails would surely be visible.

Her words of protest were left unheard as her mother forced her into the palace. Helena followed sheepishly behind the two.

"I cannot, to this day, fathom why you must partake in such hobbies, Loria. It is not princess-like, you are behaving like a prince in training!" Lady Valenti yelled, shoving Loria towards the stairs that were routed to her bed chambers.

"It is not about being “princess-like”, it's about being me, Mama! Indulging in my passion and my gift!" She retaliated, trudging up the steps.

"Will you inform your husband of such intentions, then?" She retorted, walking past Loria and making it into the room before she could.

Loria scoffed, stomping into her room with irritance evident in her body language. Helena entered behind the two with her head slightly lowered.

Lady Valenti called for the dress maidens by a ring of a bell. One by one 4 maidens made their way into the large room. One for her hair, one for her face, another for her scent selection, and the other for dressing and fitting.

Loria slumped sideways in her vanity chair, groaning and covering her face with both hands. She was slouching, which her mother was quick to notice and reacted with a stinging smack on the girl’s arm.

Loria purposely delayed her reaction, the sting of her mother’s hand only irritating her more as she cut her eyes at the woman, anger brewing in her gut.

"Will you sit like a man as well? Straighten your back and align your shoulders as you were taught Loria."

"Perhaps I will." Loria mumbled, earning her another smack to the arm.

“She is due for a bath, clearly. Wash her and have her dressed by 3 pm. Her suitors will be arriving by 4.” Lady Valenti ordered, turning towards the dressing maids and glancing at Loria once again with a disappointed scowl before leaving the room.

She slouched in the seat once again, sighing while fighting back a dramatic scream of frustration.

“At least you’ll be a Queen, Lo.” Helena gave her a small smile before stepping back to allow her room to stand.

“If she isn't dead by the time I am crowned she will continue to nag me. Though I don't doubt that even by the means of death she will resume her haunting.” Loria responded, an unamused look on her face as she walked down a shorter hallway towards her bathing room, all 5 maidens following behind.

“My lady, I’ve heard through the grapevine that Prince Evrin of Kairos will be on your list of suitors today.” One of the dressing maidens spoke with a fond smile as she ran the plush sponge across one of the princess’ shoulders.’

“Who is that?” Loria asked, her sarcasm seeming to have flown over all the lady’s heads as they all paused in hesitation for a moment. Letting an awkward silence settle over the room before Loria spoke up once again.

“I’m only kidding..” She clarified.

The maidens forced their laughter before resuming their activities and conversation.

“He’s really dashing isn't he? I’ve yet to see him in person but I hear he's quite handsome and polite.” Another comments, nearly swooning as she imagines him as the perfect prince charming.

“Right.. well. I’d rather get this whole thing over with as soon as I possibly can.” She sighs. “I dread spending over 5 minutes with any man no matter how dashing.” The princess said, disinterest heavy in her tone as she suddenly stood up, water splashing and startling the maids who stood up just as quickly after her.

“Shall I be dressed?” Loria asked, throwing a thick chrome laced robe over her shoulders before slipping into her slippers and exiting the room.

“Of course, my lady. As you wish.” Helena said, nodding at the dress maidens towards the direction of which she was headed.

-

Staff shuffled around the Valenti home like mice. Loria sat on one of the plush seats in the sun room. Doing breathing exercises as she struggled to exhale properly, the corset and tight lining splayed across her torso making the task more difficult than usual.

“Quickly, everyone. Everything must be perfect.” Lady Valenti announced wearing a proud almost eerie smile on her face, seeming to be enjoying the torture and pure agony of her eldest daughter.

Frustrated wasn’t even the word to describe Loria’s current mood. She attempted to pull the dress as far away from her chest as she could, eventually giving up.

“Cheer up, flower.” Her grandmother spoke across from her. She gave Loria a reassuring smile, the girl’s face straining as she tried to return her grandmother's kind gesture.

“The stabbing corset and itchy pearls and diamonds will all be worth it, bloom.” Her grandmother said, turning to look out towards one of the many windows in the room.

Loria gave her grandmother a gloomy look, trying to see things from her perspective. Or in other words figure out what exactly she meant by that. No matter how old Loria got, she’d always see marriage the way she always had.

A trap. Prison. Something those of royalty did only for power.

She wanted to be free. Free to do whatever her heart longed to do.

“Will Father be here?” She asked her grandmother, but her mother answered instead.

“Your Father will not be joining us today,” Lady Valenti said.

“He has many things to do.”

“But when does he not.” Loria grumbled, adjusting in the hard chair.

“What was that, dear?” The Queen hummed, fixing her hair in the main room’s mirror.

“Nothing,” Loria scoffed. “Where is Celine?”

“Off to her pianoforte lesson.”

“And Jade?”

“Latin lesson.”

“And will my sisters be joining me today?” Loria asked, folding her arms.

“Dearest, Loria. Your questions will stir up a headache if you continue. Now— Helena, did I not tell you to pin the girl’s hair up?” Lady Valenti’s eyes nearly popped out of her head seeing Loria’s curls cascade down the sides of her bosom.

“Your Majesty, I—“ Helena started, getting up from her place next to the main room’s table. She put down the bowl of fruits, rushing to the Queen’s side.

Lady Valenti’s hands came to hold the sides of her daughter’s face, examining her head.

Two thick strands of hair were pulled back into a flowery ribbon with the rest falling past her shoulders and wavy bangs separated, framing her face.

“Mother, stop!” Loria swatted at the Queen’s hand, trying to move away from her touch.

“It was my idea. Not Helena’s.”

“I should have known.” She scoffed, standing back up straight.

“Uhm, Your Majesty. The suitors have arrived.” One of the servants spoke, peeking their head through the rather large doorway.

The Queen gasped, hurriedly taking her place next to her daughter’s seat.

She cleared her throat, smiling, “Please, bring them in.”

The servant nodded, turning to the doorway. He beckoned someone towards the room before taking his spot again.

“Now presenting, His Grace, The Duke of Aldric.” He announced just as a man with piercing blue eyes walked in. His hair brown and curly with some strands lighter than others.

“What on Earth would a Princess want with a Duke?” The Queen mumbled, giving the Duke a strained smile.

He wore a cocky smirk, standing a few feet away from the Queen and Princess.

“Your Majesty. Your Highness.” He bowed slightly, his smirk growing even wider now.

Loria gave the Duke an uneasy grin, watching him step closer to her. He held his hand out to take hers, to which she hesitated a bit before forcefully bringing her hand up to meet his. He gently took it and brought it to his lips.

She nearly hurled but kept herself together by a gentle smile and nod of her head.

The Queen stepped to the side, giving them both some space.

“I hear you are the athletic type.” He squats down to where her legs are, but not before letting his eyes roam her form on his way down before meeting her eyes.

Loria hummed, raising an eyebrow. She leaned away from the Duke slightly, the uneasiness in her stomach refusing to subside.

“I mean, I’ve seen your form in the garden.. So your stamina should be great, yes?” The Duke smiled, comparing two completely unrelated circumstances just to be a pervert.

Loria gasped, her hand raising to land a harsh smack to the Duke’s cheek.

“Loria!” Lady Valenti exclaimed, immediately standing from her seat.

The Duke was dismissed as he quickly walked out, holding the side of his cheek, face beet red.

“His question was rather inappropriate, Mother. Was it not, Gram?” Loria turned to her Grandmother who seemed to be more interested in the book in her hand than her granddaughter’s dilemma.

Loria scoffed as her mother shook her head. She signaled for the servant by the door to let in the next suitor.

This one was a Duke as well but seemed a bit older than the last. He appeared solemn, walking in long strides.

He did a quick neck bow before heading straight toward the Princess.

Loria’s eyebrows raised in surprise, stunned to see the man in such a hurry.

“Your Highness,” He began, his voice deep and gravely. “I’ve heard many say you find joy in archery. Is that the truth?”

Loria cleared her throat, “Yes, it is the truth. Did you think otherwise?”

She was only 2 suitors in and already wanted to send all of them out on their heels, whether they got to see her or not. She knew that their questions would just be on the topics of her athleticism or whether she was able to carry a child.

“Yes.” He replied honestly, flaunting a nearly forced smile.

“And may I ask why that is your Grace?”

“Well, because you are a lady, Your Highness. A weapon should be left in a man’s care. Wouldn't you agree?” He asked.”

“If I agreed, I wouldn't prefer to be out in the fields practicing, rather than spending my time talking to you right now, would I?” The princess responded, giggling at herself as the duke awkwardly chuckled along with her.

Her mother squinted at her, fighting back a scowl from her place not far from Loria’s side.

“I’m only kidding, but I am curious as to why you’d think such a thing. Is it because you believe a man is more capable of handling deadly weapons and poisons rather than a woman, I suppose?”

“I-“

“Have you ever wielded a bow and arrow, your Grace?” She asked, tilting her head. A smile slowly crept onto Loria’s face as she watched the Duke quickly grow embarrassed from being put on the spot.

“Well, um-“

The Queen sighed from her place beside Loria, her hand coming up to pinch her nose bridge. She shook her head once again before waving the Duke out, the servants coming to escort him.

Loria felt exhaustion creep up on her. She was ready for the day's end already. The dreadful day that consisted of her drowning in expensive jewelry with a dress that nearly crushed her ribs and deflated her lungs. The day where her freedom would be taken away from her. Just to please everyone but herself.

She leaned her head against her hand, rubbing where the tension grew in her temples. It was going to be an eternity before she could see the green fields again.

The next few suitors did just what she thought they would do. They questioned her actions as a lady, wondering why she would rather be outside climbing in trees than remaining inside with her lady in waiting, sipping black mint tea and wine while eating fancy midday meals.

Some asked how fertile she was, wondering how many children she could bear. If her personality was not up to par they'd settle for her womb instead. All of it was making Loria want to vomit but she wasn’t surprised in the slightest by their words. Men in general were one of the many reasons she refused to be married. They were so simple minded and all wanted the same thing from what she’d seen.

She was hardly responding to any of them, humming only when she needed to as she hardly made eye contact with the least of them, she was growing bored. Not like she wasn't from the start but even more so now.

“Now presenting, His Highness, Evrin Remington, the Prince of Kairos.” The volume of the servant’s voice knocked Loria out of her trance as she sat up in her seat, readjusting her posture. Noticing how even Helena did the same from the corner of her eye. Even going as far as to smooth her dress out and cradle her breasts before pushing them up.

Even her grandmother diverted her attention from the book she’d been so immersed in to look towards the double doors. Loria rolled her eyes at this.

She glared towards the doorway, her nose flaring in frustration. She was tired of sitting still. The weariness was getting to her.

Her eyes widened slightly and a crumb of the heavy exhaustion she was previously feeling wore off as she made eye contact with the rather tall man making his way into the room.

It wasn’t his height that caught Loria off guard but the way he carried himself. In confident strides. Much different from the others she'd seen. He walked with actual confidence rather than cockiness. The smile he wore was not one of faux pride but gentle, welcoming even.

His skin was dewy and bronze, melanin glazing his tone as if he'd been kissed by the sun goddess herself. The golden earrings he wore complemented his tone quite well.

His jaw and eyes were as sharp as one of Loria’s arrows, making his face appear well-sculpted. He looked as if he were conceived from true genuine love rather than just a loveless session of intercourse with only one intent of bearing a child for an heir.

After giving a polite greeting to her mother and grandmother he finally turned and made his way over to Loria, holding her gaze as he greeted her. He walked toward her slowly, one corner of his lip curved into a small smile.

Loria noticed the ink that was etched onto his hand in multiple different yet repetitive patterns when he reached for hers. His lips met her skin just like it did with the Duke. Only the Prince’s lips were softer, more pillow-like and didn't smoosh sloppily onto her delicate skin. His deep cupid’s bow pressed to the back of her hand multiple times.

“Your Highness,” The Prince spoke with a strong accent rolling off his tongue. “It’s an honor to be here with you.”

Loria didn’t respond but she kept her eyes on his. He smiled at her borderline dumbfounded expression, taking a seat next to her.

“Princess,” He held onto her hand tightly. “I will be crowned King soon. I’d like you to rule by my side..”

“Straight to the point huh..” Loria’s inner monologue said before her eyes widened a bit once again, “Um, I don’t-“

“Think about it. We’ll talk more when I’m courting you.” He chuckled at her expression. Her face remained the same, confusion spread across her features. He seemed sure that she was going to pick him.

He stood up after admiring her for a few seconds. Bowing one last time, he turned to leave.

Loria noticed a section of white curls that ran among his natural dark ones, had he dyed it? She wouldn't dare to say it outloud but she found it rather enticing. Her eyes remained on the spot of hair until the Prince turned to look at her again. He sent her one last smile before disappearing out the door.

Everyone in the room seemed to exhale at once when the prince was out of view, except for Loria. She glanced over to her mother who was already looking at her. She was hiding her grin behind the book she was “reading”, her eyebrows raised with a knowing look.

The Princess shook her head a sigh escaping her for the 10th time.

The next suitors were just as annoying as the first few. Though, this bunch was an older group. Older than the second Duke that approached Loria about being a lady.

Most of them looked old enough to be her grandfather.

“Can we just bring in the last one please? I’m exhausted, Mama, we’ve been here for at least 3 hours and I’m in dire need of rest.” Loria’s body slumped in her chair as she fanned herself with her manicured hand.

The Queen sighed, handing her daughter a nearby paper fan.

“I suppose we could. Send everyone out and bring in the last suitor, will you?” Lady Valenti said, knowing full well she’d only agreed because she was sure her daughter had chosen Prince Evrin.

The servant obeyed with a quiet “Yes, your majesty” before entering the halls to escort everyone else out. Loria giggled at the sound of middle aged men groaning and protesting.

They had all been sent home without meeting the Princess.

The servant entered the main room again, standing closely by the door.

“Your Majesty. I present to you, His Highness, Hongjoong Kim, the Prince of Aurora.” Even the servant seemed to have grown tired from announcing all the names and putting up with the suitors’ nonsense.

“What a lovely name.” Loria mumbled to her mother. The Queen hummed, going back to her book to give privacy.

In walked a male with jet black hair. It was sleek and straight, two strands laying against his forehead while the rest was pushed back.

His face was on the softer side, and he was much shorter than most of the other Princes she'd encountered but he still appeared intimidating nonetheless.

There was a large distance between him and Loria as he didn’t want to intrude on her personal space out of respect.

“You don’t have to stand 2 yards away from me, you can come closer.” She giggled, signaling for the Prince to move closer.

He let out a small chuckle, walking with his hands tucked behind his back.

He stood in front of Loria for a moment before taking her hand and giving a slight bow. She expected him to kiss it like everyone else, but he didn’t.

Her hand did linger in his for a moment as he examined it, sending sparks through her body. She shifted, the foreign feeling confusing her.

“So you’re into archery?” He finally spoke, dropping her hand gently.

There was a short silence as she lingered on how his gaze had settled on her hand for a moment before he released it, perhaps he was looking for scars or grime? Or was it for another reason.

“How’d you know?” She tested, seeing if his obvious question and his focus on her hand had any correlation.

He smiled, tilting his head and squinting a bit.

"Well it is the talk of the town, about how the Princess of Aibira is much more interested in having an arrow between her fingers rather than a ring. But any experienced archer would tell based on how the joint on your left index finger is slightly calloused, probably from your arrows, no?” He raised an eyebrow. Loria’s eyes widened slightly at his attentiveness. So that's what he was looking at.

“You also pointed out my distance from you in yards.. Rather than meters, which people typically tend to measure in."

She smiled slightly, clasping her hands together.

“I do have a passion for archery. But from your knowledge, I’m assuming you do as well?”

He hummed in response, his hands retreating to their place behind his back.

“Of course he does, he is a prince, Loria.” Her mother cut in with a kind smile towards the prince, but Loria could see the pure spite behind it. She was trying to say something.

Loria ignored her mother, not even looking her way, “Do you really? Or are you just saying that to sway my favor?” She squinted her eyes in suspicion.

He raised one of his hands, showing where his finger had been cut by multiple arrows.

Loria was stunned once again, her mouth opening to speak.

“Well, I think it’s time we wrap things up. Wouldn’t you agree, Your Majesty?” Loria’s Grandmother had interrupted her.

“Hm. All this bow talk is giving me an agonizing migraine.” The Queen set her book down, standing from her seat.

Loria’s eyes remained on the Prince. He gave her a nod before bowing to the Queen and turning to leave.

Even hours later, at dinner and when she was preparing for bed, Loria’s mind wandered to her last suitor. She didn't get a chance to say all she wanted to say but she was sure she'd see him again.

“So, do you have someone in mind?” Helena asked, brushing the Princess’s hair.

She looked in the mirror, her eyes meeting Helena’s.

“I’m not sure. But my interest is piqued. Surprisingly.”

Helena hummed, continuing her gentle strokes.

Later that night, Loria went out into the garden during one of the few moments the castle was still and quiet.

She sat the dim lantern next to her in the grass as she lay on her back.

Looking up at the twinkling stars, she couldn’t help but to think about the Prince of Aurora. About their conversation.

He was the only one who’d seemed to capture Loria’s attention but not only because of his looks. Everything about him.

He didn’t bombard her with questions about children or being the new Queen. He didn’t question her athleticism just to tell her she wasn’t ladylike. The Prince had observed her without even speaking.

She’d never found herself thinking about any other man as much as she thought of her father.

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SYNOPSIS ▸ Loria B. Valenti III, the crown princess of Aibira harbors a deep passion for archery along with a strong disinterest of marriage. Loria faces the pressure of needing to find a beneficial royal suitor by the wishes of her family, in hopes of bringing the Kingdom of Aibira an increase in alliance and power. The princess meets 2 potential suitors, but only one of them seems to get her attention. Hongjoong Kim, crown prince of Aurora succeeding in his goal of courting her highness by his reciprocated passion for the arrow between his fingers. Much to his dismay the other suitor, Evrin Remington crown prince and king to be of Kairos is adorned with wealth, knowledge, power, and his heir to the throne appeals to the royals of Aibira. His and Loria’s marriage would bring many benefits to her and his country. Despite the circumstances Evrin has yet to give up on Loria, his greed and desire for the princess drives him to form an alliance with those closest to her, the goal being to remove Hongjoong and make room for himself. Will they succeed?

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[lorwolfofficial]

We're back! Apologies for the radio silence over the past few months, we're pleased to say that JimJim's arm has been healing well and is almost entirely recovered. Our team has been hard at work building, testing, and creating art assets for the achievement system - and we're pleased to announce that it will be launching today as soon as the scheduled maintenance has concluded!

We've also taken this time to go back and address some of the bugs and issues that have been reported. Recent code changes have been recorded in the latest Patch Notes 1.1.6.

It's finally ready; achievements have just landed in the world of Loria! Players can track their progress as they complete goals and unlock achievement-exclusive rewards through everyday, regular gameplay. Navigate to the Achievements page from the Den menu:

Achievements have been divided into four subcategories - General, Gameplay, Professions, and Den. If you have an achievement reward available to claim, it will display as a small red dot next to the tab name.

General: For completion of general gameplay tasks such as achievements completed, weekly activities completed, etc.

Starter: A category to help onboard new players to the game. Apparel items awarded in this category are not soulbound, and can also be purchased from Marvin's Mole Market.

Gameplay: Includes Arena, Campaign, Gauntlet, and Pageant tasks and awards several different exclusive apparel sets and recipes.

Professions: Covers every profession and awards weekly event vouchers.

Den: A category for miscellaneous tasks such as inventory management, wolf breeding, etc.

Completing an achievement may grant any of the following: Achievement points, Moonstones, Pebbles, Forum titles, Companions, apparel items, food, materials, and more. (As a side note, this update has almost doubled the total number of official game apparel!) Once an achievement has been claimed, it will be sent to the player via Notifications.

Achievement points and titles will display below a player's profile within the Forums. Titles can be set from the Account Settings page.

Some final notes:

Due to this being the very first iteration of Achievements, the majority of player progress made prior to this update can not be backdated. Achievements such as profession and companion level will be updated automatically by the system. Moving forward, players should expect some adjustments as we continuously work to ensure a fair and rewarding experience. We've set the rewards and requirements according to the predicted data of an average player who logs in over the course of a year, but this may change as more players engage with the feature and provide feedback. Some achievements will be met relatively quickly, while others are to be earned over paced regular gameplay. We plan to add even more achievements and rewards as the site and its features grow to ensure the average player always has something to work towards. We welcome any and all gameplay suggestions from our community to be posted in the Suggestions Forum.

New Recipe Search and Mining Ore

A new search, sort, and pager feature have been added to both the Crafting and Cooking professions. Now, players can easily search and sort through their ever-expanding list of recipes without having to scroll through the entire page.

It's time to collect all the shinies - precious gemstones can now be mined throughout the caves of Loria! Players can now rarely find Sapphire, Ruby, Amethyst, Citrine, and Emerald gems. As of now, these gems can be used to craft the exclusive Achievement daggers. We plan to release many new crafting recipes and apparel items featuring these rare gems.

New Breed Sneak Peak

Shown above are a couple sketch ideas for Lorwolf's upcoming wolf breed - Direwolves! We're aiming for this breed to be big, bulky, and powerful; with massive fangs and a short bob-tail. It will be similar to lynx cats in appearance and will have a special affinity for nature and ancient magic.

In other news, our annual Black Friday sale returns next week; more info about that will be coming soon! Thank you for sticking with us, especially when development may seem slower than usual. Our small yet passionate development team is committed to bringing the best experience to our players. We are so proud of how far we've come, and we want to thank you for your continued patience.

Moonsblessings, Alaunis, JimJim, and Swell

[mimicmew]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

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May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

[lizardkingeliot]

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Okay... so. Who wants a lil (slightly nsfw) teaser from chapter two of until i come back from the dead for you? I'm tentatively planning on posting next Friday so fingers crossed! 💖

—

Eliot reached for a faded green tile, but before his hand could make contact the sound of footfalls on the puzzle drew his eyes quickly upward. And his hand stilled over the tile. And he pulled it back to rest in his lap slowly, slowly. “Hey,” he said, pulse in his neck fluttering at the sight of Quentin, his half-open shirt. The one he hadn’t bothered to do up all the way after they’d finished fucking around hours ago.

“Hey,” Quentin said, looking entirely at home in his new Fillorian clothes. All soft linen in shades of brown and dusty blue. Hair tied in a loose knot on the back of his head, a little smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “So I was, um—I was wondering if you, uh…”

Quentin tucked a stray tuft of hair behind one ear, averted his gaze. Bashful in a way Eliot couldn’t help but find fucking <i>adorable.</i> Jesus. A little stirring between his legs when he remembered that bashful mouth stretched around his dick before the sun had come up that morning.

“You were wondering if I, uh…” Eliot’s mouth twitched in a smile, fighting the sudden urge to lunge forward and pull Quentin down onto the puzzle. Pin him wriggling and hard against the half-formed pattern and swallow him goddamn whole.

“You know, like, uh—if you wanted to… make out. Maybe, um—”

The smile on Eliot’s face instantly transformed onto a full-on, pearly-toothed grin. “God, look at you—”

“You don’t have to—” Quentin frowned down at Eliot with his entire gorgeous grumpy perfect face. Brows knitting so tightly together it was like they were trying to fuse. “You don’t have to be a dick about it, okay, just—”

“Hey, no, I’m not…” Eliot drew a breath, huffed it out. Reaching forward and gripping one of Quentin’s pant legs, giving it the softest tug. “Just—god. Look. Uh…” He tossed the sketch in his hand to one side, didn’t give a shit if it floated away all the way to Loria. The pattern didn’t matter. They could dream up a thousand more patterns just like it tomorrow. “Come down here with me. There’s something I wanna tell you.”

[festaventurine]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

please do help them ;;

[achingly-shy]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

[lunar-wandering]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

[guesswhoiamplease]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

^^^^

[craftykit1]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

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[thegempage]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

[here-sean-once-was]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Peace and blessings be upon you,

In a small corner of the world, where pain mingles with hope, lives Mohammed Al-Khaledi's family, experiencing a tragedy that words can hardly describe. Mohammed, a young man in his twenties from Gaza, dedicated his life to working hard to provide for his small family. He worked as a freelancer day and night, spending years saving for his modest apartment and preparing for his wedding, all amid the daily challenges of life in Gaza.

But these simple dreams he built through hard work were not spared from the ravages of war, which left its painful mark on every home. While Mohammed was trying to secure his family’s needs during the recent conflict, a shrapnel wound struck his head, leaving an injury that has greatly affected his daily life.

His beloved wife, who stands by his side despite all the hardships, is now carrying their first child, living with an unimaginable worry about the future. The home that should have been a sanctuary of warmth and safety has become a symbol of the suffering caused by the war and the memories of fear.

Despite all this pain, Mohammed has not lost his faith or hope. He now needs your support to overcome this difficult time. Your donations will help with:

Covering the medical expenses for Mohammed’s treatment so he can return to his family in better health.

Providing for his pregnant wife and ensuring a safe delivery for their awaited child.

Rebuilding a dignified life for his family, who long only for peace and stability.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference. We know that the world is full of kindness, and your big hearts are capable of helping alleviate the suffering of this brave family.

Let us stand together in support of Mohammed and his family, and be part of their story of hope and resilience.

"And whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved all of humanity." Donate now, and be the reason for restoring life to this grieving family.

Donation Link 👇🏻

https://gofund.me/b9131d32

May Allah reward you and bless your generosity.

Hi! I will help in any way I can! As im not able to donate at the moment I will share your campaign!

For anyone who is able to donate this is the direct link to the gofundme