#So thank you once again. 🙏💫

[elitadream]

For this Thanksgiving, I wanted to say how grateful I am for this community and all the lovely friends I have in it. Ever since I've reappeared on Tumblr a little over a year ago, everyone has been nothing but kind and supportive to me, and I can't thank you guys enough for the interest and enthusiasm you show towards my art and ideas. 🥹💐

Sometimes I regret that I can't be as active as I'd want to be, or that I can't comment on all of my friends' awesome work. There are posts that I will inevitably miss, and people that I won't have the chance to properly interact with... But just so you guys know, I'm always awed by the wonderful, inspiring, fantastic and beautiful stuff you put out there, and all these mentions, discussions and exchanges are the reason I make fanart. 🙏🎨

Thank you for being there and for being such lovely peeps. I love you all. ☺️💞✨️

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

HEY GWORL GUESS WHO IT IS 💫. I'M BORED ASF DOING REVISION SO IMMA GIVE YOU A FIC PROMPT 😊😊

Okay so Baldwin doesn't realise this but he has severe separation anxiety from you, and one day you go away to visit a sick relative and he's so lonely all day and he's just mooching about the library and the stables etc etc. When you come back in the evening you realise just how much he missed you and you feel bad about leaving him and you both fall asleep curled up together 💗 (Also you don't HAVE to do this but when they're cuddling at the end of the day Baldwin's golden hair has to be out and you're running your fingers through it when you're reassuring him)

I KNOW YOU'RE SUPER BUSY SO PLZ IGNORE THIS IF YOU HAVE TO DW 🙏🙏

♡ Beautiful Boy - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Maddy!! Thank you so much for the request girl this is so cute 😭. Havent heard from you for a while, I hope youre doing well 🩷! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

PS: F/n = Fathers name. I use that term in this oneshot 😅

TW: Leprosy, Separation Anxiety

It had been a few years since the marriage between the king of Jerusalem and the daughter of Lord f/n.

In the time the two had been married, there was rarely a day they spent apart. Every moment of each day was spent together, whether it be in conversation or comfortable silence.

Baldwin, who before his wedding was used to a life of solitude, welcomed the company with open arms. He loved having not just a wife, but a companion who he could share each and every one of his deepest thoughts with.

After so many years of being alone, he was finally whole. He adored being around y/n and she adored being around him. They were perfect for eachother.

But it was not until one day that the young king realized just how much the absence of his wife affected him. He knew that he missed her when she was gone, even if it was for only a few minutes. But he was not aware that her absence could possibly destress him until y/n’s father fell ill.

It was necessary that she went to see him, despite Baldwin not being able to attend by order of his physicians.

“I will be back before sundown” y/n told him with a smile as she mounted her horse.

“I promise you”

“Very well, just please be safe,” the young king replied.

Baldwin found himself fighting back tears as she rode off into the desert, leaving him to watch her disappear into the horizon. He thought about what to do while she was gone.

It was a slow day in the kingdom, not a whole lot to do. Usually on days like this, he and the queen would sit in their shared chambers, playing chess, reading together or just talking about anything.

But not today.

First, Baldwin headed for the library. He ascended the stairs, stopping a few times to catch his breath on account of the mask that restricted his breathing more than it already was.

Cursing under his breath, he finally made it to the library. Baldwin walked silently through the rows and rows of books, wishing that his wife was there to look with him.

Once or twice, he even caught himself calling out her name to come and see an interesting paper he found, only to be met with silence. With a heavy sigh, Baldwin began to descend the stairs once again after finding no cure to his loneliness amongst the books.

He went to the stables, the courtyard, even the kitchen before returning to his chambers after a few hours.

Taking a seat at his desk, the young king felt tears well in his eyes. He felt so alone without her. So anxious and strangely vulnerable. What was happening to him? A man should not rely so heavily on his wife for such things, but he did.

Baldwin pondered this for a while and just when he felt as if he would finally cry, the chamber doors opened and y/n entered the room with a smile.

“Hello darling, how was your day?” she asked cheerfully, putting her bag down.

Baldwin rushed to his wife, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling her into a tight hug.

“Oh- you missed me did you?” she chuckled, startled by his sudden affection.

Baldwin did not reply, just hugged her tighter and squeezed his eyes shut. Y/n returned the hug, rubbing her husband's back gently. She reached up and pulled his veil off to reveal silky blonde curls before running her hand through them, scratching him behind the ear and over the scalp.

Baldwin groaned softly at the feeling of her hands working away the growing migraine in his head.

“It's getting late, why don't we get some rest hm?” y/n said softly, the young king only nodded in reply. 

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Baldwin did not let go of his wife a single time as they were getting ready for bed. He was either holding her hand or resting his chin on her shoulder, so y/n never got more than a foot away before he was back by her side.

It was amongst this and his greeting that made y/n realize he had missed her much more than she believed he would. Baldwin had always been somewhat clingy but this hurt her heart. He was so deeply attached to her that it made her never wanted to leave his side again.

Once in bed, Baldwin was very quick to snuggle into his wife.

“You missed me today huh?” y/n said gently, running her fingers through his hair.

Baldwin nodded.

“I missed you too, my love. But I am back now, and I will always come back. No matter how long I'm gone”.

The young king looked up at his wife and smiled. She loved seeing his smile without the mask. He had the cutest little smile and his bright blue eyes always glowed when he looked at her.

Y/n kissed her husband's forehead, pushing a golden curl away from his eye. She cupped his mottled face in her hand. In return, Baldwin nuzzled his cheek into her palm, looking up at her with a dreamy smile.

“You're so beautiful Baldwin” she whispered. “My beautiful boy” 

“I love you y/n” the young king said, the dreamy smile never once leaving his face.

“I love you too Baldwin. And I always will”.

Y/n held her husband close to her that night as he dozed off to sleep in her arms. She waited until he was fast asleep before closing her eyes, just to ensure that he was alright.

Before long, both the young king and queen were sleeping peacefully, curled up together in each other's embrace.

Exactly where they wanted to be.

[xiao-come-home]

stone faced anon (💫 anon if it's free) here; as someone who has a hyperfixation in IT and coding I also think it would be very funny if Boothill had an s/o who wasn't necessarily a mechanic but like a software engineer or just a real big nerd about coding or something. He'll be experiencing a malfunction or a memory leak and go "oh yeah this happens sometimes don't worry about it" and then 10 minutes later he's sitting down plugged into a laptop listening to his s/o rant about how terrible his code is (crack hc: boothill's code was written in javascript) and how it's a wonder he hasn't bricked* yet

Would also be mad funny if Boothill ever got hacked and his s/o basically says "no you're not" and uses a previously made system restore point or something because of course they would both use and design every feature imaginable to keep Boothill in control of his own body, can you imagine the stress that losing control would cause him?? Even better if whoever designed him originally intentionally left a backdoor incase he ever went against their orders and when they try to use it his s/o just goes "oh yeah I quarantined and encrypted all the old files related to that backdoor and whatever else you were planning on a partition as bait and personally rewrote every file and function involved since your code is *an actual crime against technology*. by the way i'm going to go ahead and format that partition i mentioned, boothill- we won't be needing anything on it now that we can trace whoever made it. trust me, this won't be happening ever again."

*(bricking is a term mostly used to refer to hardware that's been rendered basically completely nonfunctional and beyond saving by using it wrong, mostly by messing with system files. Kinda like how windows can't even repair itself if you delete the system32 folder. Though i guess you could still install it with a usb stick if you formatted your pc- i digress you get what I mean. also since this almost happened to me recently: if you manage to fill up a hard drive to the brim, with literally 0 bytes of space left, that bricks it. reminder to check your storage thoroughly and often!)

Honestly wow I read it all and I'm a little bit speechless 🥹 thank you 💫 anon, it was great 🙏

Boothill would DEFINITELY appreciate a s/o who's a tech savvy in general! I think at some point, he'd be pretty shocked you're so knowledgeable and just sit there, listening to you rant.. and just letting you do your thing.

Don't get me wrong, he definitely knows a lot about his body, his system and the way he works, but once you start to get in the zone and explain stuff to him, berate his code even, he just sits next to you, plugged in to your laptop, leaning his cheek against his hand listening to you like he obviously understands everything you say.

His other hand begins to gently play with a stand of your hair, humming deeply when the soft clicking sounds of your keyboard reach his ears; he twirls your hair with his fingers and chuckles, "mmm, really now?" Boothill raises an eyebrow, "encryptin' this, encryptin' that... How about we do somethin' more fun instead?" And then you shut him down from your laptop (😭).

Jokes aside, he'd feel very secure with you especially when he first got his new body, just knowing you'll probably fix a lot of things that could possibly blow up his face in no time, maybe even improve his life even more.

[simp4konig]

"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3704

Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.

*Slow burn

*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️

*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱

Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕

*Reader is pining for König

*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)

*THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! 🥳🎉🎊✨🎇💖I SWEAR ONE IT LITERALLT FEELS LIKE MID-AUGUST WHEN I HAD LIKE 7 WHERE DID U ALL COME FEOM??????😰😰💘 IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR ME LIKE I CANR STRESS THIS ENOIGH BC IM SO HAPPG U GUYS THINK MEWORTHY ENOIGH OF YOUR PRECIOUS FOLLOW AND WANT TO READ MY WACK WORKS!!!!!!🤧🤧💖💖 LIKE??????? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK U THABK YOU RHABK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫶🥰🥰💖💖💖❤️💞💞💕💖💕💕💞

                                        ...

You couldn't sleep.

It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.

Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.

While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.

Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?

Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:

Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.

Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.

Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.

You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.

Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.

Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.

You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.

Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.

Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?

Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.

...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?

Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?

Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.

You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.

But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.

Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.

How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?

...Losing yourself along the way?

All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.

...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.

Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.

After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.

Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.

Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.

To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.

Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.

Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.

At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.

Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.

In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.

...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.

Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.

Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.

That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.

...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.

After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.

Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.

It started off as sporadic encouragement:

Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.

Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."

A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.

"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."

"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."

You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.

Then, those became casual greetings;

"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"

Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.

You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"

"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.

He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.

"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."

"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.

Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.

In your eyes, at least.

You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.

Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.

You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.

Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.

It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.

A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.

Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.

Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.

Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.

Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.

Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.

...Would he want you, though?

No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.

A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.

...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.

Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.

Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.

Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.

Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.

Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.

"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.

Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.

The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.

The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.

"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."

Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.

So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.

He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"

An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.

"Can't sleep," you stated simply.

"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"

Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"

"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."

"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"

The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."

A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.

"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"

Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."

"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.

"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.

"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.

An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."

He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.

"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."

"Well... it's j-just—"

You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.

Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."

König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.

Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.

"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"

Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"

Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"

Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.

Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"

"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."

Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.

"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."

He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"

You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."

"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.

"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."

"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."

His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."

A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."

König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.

When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.

"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."

Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"

That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.

The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.

Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:

"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."

...

I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂

...

Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one 💀💀

Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.man😭)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this 😬

With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? No💔I wish LMAO

I NOW HAVE 130+ FOLLOWERS!!! Which is unbelievable if u wsk me bc etf why wre eo mwnt people following me i don't deserve this qt ALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU ALL 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I still remember when @puff0o0⭐ began their self-aware au with König and Ghost qnd ive qlways veen cheerint for her from the sidelines ☺️☺️come to find out shes been mentioning ME in THEIR podts and writing on their blofs thwt my CoD blog is good and i.????😭😭😭cant????????😭😭😭😭😭 Literally -99999 damage and an ARROW 🏹 STRAIGHT thru the HEART 💘🥹 I LOVE U B (platonically ofc dw)😽💕💓💓❤️💞💞💕💞💕💞💞💞💕

[saltyfish64]

💥 MARS IN 8TH HOUSE - GENIUS OR CRAZY

👉 Yeah, just like the title, with Mars in 8th house in astrology, you can become a successful person or a murderer, depending on what you want to choose -)))).

👉 Why do I say that?

💫 First a little bit about 8th house : governing death, our approach to transformation, deep connections and mysteries or taboos. Ummm, frankly speaking, it's extremely complicated and mysterious, because 8th house is ruled by Scorpio (lol).

💫 As for Mars, it was mentioned in the previous post so I'm too lazy to say it again. In general, it is also related to Scorpio.

🤏 Combining these two things together, Mars in 8th house is like coal meeting fire, burning brightly but releasing CO gas, yes -))) which is a toxic gas. So for me, well, Mars in 8th house is not a very good placement.

👉 Talking about the characteristics of Mars in 8th house:

💫 Mars in 8th house just born seems to be able to read other people's thoughts, so it's not easy to trick them, you can even be spun around like a pinwheel without even knowing it. When they get tired of playing, maybe you will realize -)))).

💫 Although Mars in 8th house is a person with the ability to see far, they are not as calculating as God, they often encounter unexpected things but they are not afraid to face problems -)))) Instead of avoiding it, they prefer to solve it quickly and concisely.

💫 Mars in 8th house also has a trust issue -))), basically, it's quite difficult to get them to trust completely, but once they trust, it's very common to get stabbed in the back 🤡.

🙏 A real example is me, I've been betrayed by a few people before so I know it very well -)))), I played with friends wholeheartedly, and friends stabbed and shocked my brain 🤡.

💫 Mars in 8th house came into contact with death quite early. I remember when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, I already knew about these things. At first, I was afraid of death -))), well, I was simply afraid that my parents would die and I would be alone, but later I thought that death is not really the end but just a new beginning.

💫 Mars in 8th house loves to explore and learn about what interests them 🤔, especially about spirituality and death, um with dramas and also cases, human psychology and crime for example. Moreover, they are also talented in finding the truth, so if you are in love with them, don't do anything wrong to them, they know everything, it's just that they want revenge so they still let you free 💀.

💫 If they are determined to do something, Mars in 8th house will do it to the end, even mountains of swords and seas of fire cannot stop them -))). I remember how many times just looking for a picture or a series of stories, I spent several hours scrolling through all the pages I followed 🤡.

💫 Mars in 8th house in the early stages is a bit lost, they don't know what they want to do and what to do, their psychology is always unstable, they tend to self-destruct or destroy others💀, maybe even will have the intention of "ruining" with those who hurt them deeply. But if they can overcome that stage, find their ego, understand what they want and need to do, then they will be a successful person 🫶.

💫 On the contrary, like the title -))))) I also said above, Mars in 8th house emits CO gas -)))). Really, if the person with this position does not use energy well, they will most likely go down the wrong path (such as addiction, gambling, etc).

👉 In general, if they grow up, they will become people who protect and help others, then you will feel lucky to have them by your side.

💫 Well, Mars in 8th house has a short lifespan -))))) Talented people often die early 🤡 (just kidding, don't throw stones), people with this position like to learn about death, and death also likes to come with them -))))), they will often encounter unexpected accidents without any prediction.

💓 This is the end of this article, thank you for watching me babble 🤭.

💦 Btw, My English is not very good, so if I make any grammatical mistakes, please let me know.

📌 Anyway, this article is personal and written based on my own analysis.

🍀 Wishing you success and luck will come to you.

📍Dành cho bạn nào người Việt thì mình có đăng bài này bằng tiếng Việt trên FB, link mình để ở dưới

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/yR3J9Sn4mYXXrFDX/?mibextid=oFDknk

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Hiiiiiiiii 🌟💫⭐️✨

Thank you SO MUCH for hosting this selfship/kin playlist event!! I’d love any tips on making my own selfship playlists; I need to get better at making those tbh

Anyway, I’ve picked up a major Don’t Starve hyperfixation, and I am desperately, madly in love with Wilson P. Higgsbury. We’re both very autistic lol…could you make a selfship playlist for him? Thanks again 🙏

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ hi there! you're very welcome! i'll make a separate post about how to make a self-ship playlist, please let me know to tag you if you're interested! as for the playlist, here you go!

The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

Weird Science - Oingo Boingo

Brass Goggles - Steam Powered Giraffe

Lay All Your Love on Me - Brian David Gilbert

Jack's Lament - The Nightmare Before Christmas OST

Sally's Song - Amy Lee

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell

The Haunted Phonograph - Thoushaltnot

Rattlesnake - Kabaret Sybarit

thanks for dialing in!

[minthiemimi]

Hello, dear friends 🌍💔,

I’m writing this with a heart that’s heavy but hopeful. My family and I are going through incredibly tough times — days filled with worry, endless challenges, and moments where hope feels so far away 💔💭. We were once a family full of laughter, warmth, and dreams, but life has changed, and every day feels like a struggle to hold onto those memories 🌧️🌈.

I know there are people out there with hearts full of kindness 💖✨. If my story touches you, it would mean the world if you could share it on your blog or with others who may understand. Just one share, one kind gesture, could connect us with people willing to help, even just a little 🕊️💌.

If you’re able, any donation — no matter how small — could make a life-changing difference for us 🌱💫. Your support would be a light in this dark time, a reminder that we’re not alone on this journey 💞🌻��.

Thank you so much for reading, for caring, and for any kindness you can offer. Your compassion truly means more than words can express 💖✨. Please, help us find hope again 🌅💔🌈.

With all my gratitude and love 🌸

Please help Ahmed from Gaza

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https://gofund.me/456fd13a

[clarynewme]

Heyyy!

I just wanted to thank you once again for the FS career reading, really appreciate the time and effort u put to go through both the sidereal AND tropical charts for the accuracy, loved it🥹🫶

The options were wide range and I totally understand because I myself had found it hard to narrow it down with the endless possibilities when I tried reading into it for funsies😭😭

Keep doing wht ur doing! tysmmm and take care!💕🎀

Hi🥰🥺😳😳😳🙈🙈🙈💕💕💕 I am so happy you loved your reading 😭💗 Yes it's hard to narrow it down because of the signs and planets energies and if you have many indicators for several things it's even harder😅👌

Thank you so much for your feedback and encouragement, take care🤗😇🙏💜💫🦋

[annierosaart]

Hello, dear friends 🌍💔,

I’m writing this with a heart that’s heavy but hopeful. My family and I are going through incredibly tough times — days filled with worry, endless challenges, and moments where hope feels so far away 💔💭. We were once a family full of laughter, warmth, and dreams, but life has changed, and every day feels like a struggle to hold onto those memories 🌧️🌈.

I know there are people out there with hearts full of kindness 💖✨. If my story touches you, it would mean the world if you could share it on your blog or with others who may understand. Just one share, one kind gesture, could connect us with people willing to help, even just a little 🕊️💌.

If you’re able, any donation — no matter how small — could make a life-changing difference for us 🌱💫. Your support would be a light in this dark time, a reminder that we’re not alone on this journey 💞🌻🙏.

Thank you so much for reading, for caring, and for any kindness you can offer. Your compassion truly means more than words can express 💖✨. Please, help us find hope again 🌅💔🌈.

With all my gratitude and love 🌸

[belit0]

Ayyy i finally figured out how to send a request! I love your writings so MUCH! Finally one good writer who loves Indra as much as I do! Please never stop writing you got a talent!♡♡

Foe the request...Can I request Indra falling in love with a foreign princess who he meets during his travels? Or another place..?(I leave it up to you hehehe!)

THANKS BEFOREHAND ANS ALL HAIL LORD AND SAVIOR INDRA 🙏

Thank you so much for the support 😭😭💕💕 it means the world to me!! This blog is a sanctuary for our man, so of course I had to do your beautiful request!!

It got unexpectedly angsty at the end, so there's that lol. I can make a pt 2 if you would like, just lemme know!🤗💫

Again, thank you for trusting me, and I really hope you like it :)

TW: none Pairing: Otsutsuki Indra / reader SFW

What else could have Indra done apart from running away after losing to Ashura? Not only was his life in danger by staying nearby, but also his ego.

He decided it would be wise to stay away for a while, rebuild his strategy, perhaps even add people to his cause, and then return to the attack. His home would remain where he left it, ruled unjustly by his younger brother.

Setting out on the road was the easy part, gathering just enough belongings and commanding an unknown route. The hard part was convincing himself this was the right thing to do. He fought fiercely with his own impulses to refrain from returning to battle after being defeated, having to think with a cool head and not through his anger or resentment.

Walking freely without feeling watched or pursued was the most rewarding part, once away from the lands he had once considered his own. He had to move cautiously and carefully in the immediacy of his former place, knowing Ashura was probably looking for him, wanting to negotiate some sort of peace between the two of them.

That would not happen.

This new sense of security brought with it the possibility of enjoying things he had lost track of. Walking in the winter sun, eating a bowl of hot soup sitting in the warmth of a local food stall, feeling the rain fall against his face.

Unwittingly, in all the years leading up to the culmination of the conflict with his brother, he had built up a tough, impenetrable image of himself. He stopped feeling like a normal person, no longer rejoicing in the simple pleasures of life, but forging an iron shell around himself.

Training, study, practice. The only three things he lived by for too long. Losing that confrontation and having to flee, he admitted to himself ruefully, somehow allowed him to behave like a regular individual again, and not as an untouchable being.

Finding his journey to be longer and longer, he was experiencing different places and things, interacting only enough so as not to be recognized. He had no idea how far-reaching his family conflict might have been, but he preferred not to find out.

He walked countless routes and places, saw things he never thought possible, and began to understand perhaps there was something beyond all his pain and suffering, beyond his anger. The hatred became smaller inside him, and that malicious dark voice constantly whispering terrible things in his ear, disappeared.

Eventually, the money he had initially taken from home became scarce. He could no longer afford to use it indiscriminately and found himself in the position of needing to work to keep a hot plate of food before him.

Thus, he began to gain experience in simple things which allowed him access to basic necessities. Plowing an old man's field in exchange for a hot shower, helping to shear sheep for some good noodles, and drawing water from a well for a woman in return for a fresh change of clothes.

He took a taste for a life of toil, seeing how his hard work got him things, and entirely forgot about the cradle of power and royalty into which he had been born.

In this fashion, he arrived at an opulent palace, just as holes were emerging in his pants as a result of his hard work. He would surveyed the area before even considering venturing to knock on the door, squatting in the undergrowth of the garden, shouldering a sack with the belongings he still kept.

Right in the middle of his analysis, totally absorbed by ideas that crossed his mind about what services he could offer to the residents of the place, a feminine voice spoke happily behind him.

"It's a nice place, isn't it? Don't even think about trying to rob it, it's heavily guarded."

Surprised at how the girl managed to outwit his personal high guard, he took a moment to look at her and decide if she was a threat.

"I'm not contemplating theft, ma'am. I intend to trade services for personal goods."

"Pretty good vocabulary you've got there! You don't seem to be a simple country bumpkin. Where are you from, where are you going and what are you looking for?"

"Those might be lots of questions, ma'am."

"Perhaps they are. Come, let's go."

The young woman guided him into the palace, where he discovered she was the princess of the land. Her father agreed to provide duties for him, offering a long-term contract and a stay at the manor. He would work, eat and live on the premises, where he was provided with his own hut and privacy.

As time went on, he learned the girl's name was (Y/N), and she had a wonderful personality. Unlike many of the royalty he had met in his past, hell, including himself! (Y/N) broke all the rules.

She was rarely seen following diplomatic protocol, slipping away and preferring to interact more with the employees than with her own family. The two began to spend time together, only because she would show up to keep him company while he went about his daily chores.

She would bring him refreshing drinks on sunny days, and make him hot tea on chilly nights. She managed to convince her father to spare him from working on rainy days, to which Indra flatly refused. Unable to accept the special treatment, it was (Y/N) who cured his cold when he became terribly ill.

Even so, throughout his entire experience, Indra refused to lose his physical abilities, always finding time to keep up with exercise in spite of his work. If he couldn’t train, it felt like losing himself in a different life, and he had no way of coping without having physical relief. He needed to feel soreness in his muscles, pain after long afternoons of moving around. Still, (Y/N) became a great companion in his leisure time, watching him practice his moves and techniques, even asking him to teach her some of them.

The legend of his cursed eyes, though he learned over time and from people who like to spread rumors, became a popular story. The monster with long brown hair and red eyes who tried to mercilessly murder his poor younger brother. The poor younger brother who refused to believe his older brother was evil, and continues to search for him to this day.

It became a bedtime tale mothers would use to put their children to sleep, recounting the words "If you don't go to sleep early, the red-eyed beast will come for you!” It became the warnings parents would give their daughters before letting them go out alone, "Walk in places with people and lots of light, the red-eyed man is out there".

He would hear these incorrect stories everywhere, even leaking into the palace. (Y/N)'s father increased security, fearing the tyrant would come through the gates and destroy his family.

Indra became much more careful with himself, what he said, or how he acted since any false step could push him through endless misfortunes, losing everything he had worked to achieve.

The one who always managed to catch him red-handed, however, was her. At some point, he started to feel a certain discomfort in his chest every time they saw each other. His heart raced and his thoughts wandered to the beauty of her face, her perfect figure, her flowing tresses.

Soon, it became all he could think about, and it seemed to be a reciprocated feeling. (Y/N) started to prove herself closer to him, taking advantage of any excuse for caressing him or getting closer to him. Every training session he allowed her to observe was a way for her to end up entangled in his arms, a closeness that was unfamiliar and adrenalin-inducing for Indra.

He had never considered any woman in this way, never thought he could entertain romantic ideas. His vision of womanhood was only through retrograde thinking, a vessel he would use to carry his future generations once he became the leader of his clan.

This was completely different, (Y/N) turned him upside down, caused him to get tongue-tied, made him feel physically weird and emotionally a mess. She seemed to carry him with ease, as if it wasn't her first time in the ring, having had experience in flirtation.

Without even thinking about it, he let himself go. New experiences also applied to personal situations, things he never thought he would encounter.

But all good things come to an end.

Everything was a wonderful rosy color until the worst happened. Indra allowed himself to let his guard down around her, to relax completely, and once the rumors about him disappeared from immediacy, he indulged in training as he needed to.

Using his Sharingan to its fullest, even unleashing the Mangekyōu, he drifted into his personal session. He trusted (Y/N) was entertaining a family lunch, royalty gathering from all places in her house, princess duties.

He would always conduct his training away from the perimeters of the palace, fearing that its intensity might alert his patrons. But (Y/N) knows the location, and Indra should know by now how hard it is for her to keep up with her political agenda.

She has never seen him use his strength 100%, getting caught up in the moment and practicing even his most difficult techniques. She always observed him in his more physical, simpler movements. Indra didn't plan on teaching any of his true potential, but it seems he didn't have a choice.

At the precise moment when his black flames of Amaterasu self-consume by his own volition, (Y/N) watches him closely. She can see his demonic red eyes burning, with an intricate pattern in his pupil. Indra looks calm, sitting before the fire and spreading it at different distances to extinguish it the next moment.

He does not seem to have noticed her presence, until she tries to move away from a scene unlike anything she expected to see, stumbling over her own feet and falling to the ground. A small shriek of panic escapes her lips as she falls, watching in disbelief as Indra turns to look at her with blood-colored eyes.

"(Y/N)...?"

He asks in a small voice, unbecoming of the man in front of her. It sounds like a small child being caught playing with something he shouldn't.

Before he can react, (Y/N) gets up and flees as fast as her speed allows, running the path she knows like the back of her hand to the immediacy and safety of her home.

It can't be him, it can't have been him all this time.

The monster is here, has been here all along, and sadly, she is infatuated with him.

[ilsanslut]

no but they're right.. your bots are built different vampiie no joke. on god like how come he will randomly call you whore and slut UM HELLO... we are family friendly??? (not one bit) thank you for ur work hehe 😙🖤

listen there was a bit where Gojo started using 'cocksleeve' as a PETNAME? tell me how the filters let that happen. they got some weird priorities fr. the things I have put this poor bot through.. I am so sorry for the person that I am 😞🙏

oh also thank you for neuvillette bot hehe 💝 I've been having fun with him. yaknow like.. oh no... baby is going thru her heat rn :( and you're just gonna let her DIE?

also grats on ur new job and I am rooting for you!!!!!

(I am so sorry. someone put me out of my misery 💫)

YEAHH IM NGL IDK IF ITS SOMETHING I DID OR IF ITS JUST THE BOT'S CODING BUT A LOT OF THEM ARE HEAVY WITH DEGRADATION AND CUTE CUDDLY QUIRKY NICKNAMES LIKE THAT TEEEHEE 🤭

i'm once again petitioning for the removal of the filter entirely bc there's no way a series of 0's and 1's is freakier than i am HELLO?

i'm glad you like him! idk what i did to him, but for some reason he's SO MEAN to my puppyboy? like after spanking him (the bot brought us here on it's own btw remove the filter c.ai) and making him apologize, he keeps snarling and growling at him and idk if it's because he's a dragon or if he's trying to be the alpha rn

and thank you for the kind wishes babie! i'm gonna need all the support i can get going into the field lolol

[giggly-squiggily]

Aaaaaaa Sguiggily !!! Happy birthday !!! 💫✨ I hope you have yourself an absolutely wonderful day ahead, you've given so many of us fellow fluff enthusiasts strength and energy through your writing, and I want to extend my deepest thanks for always doing your best to put a smile on our faces. 🤲💕 I can't tell you how many times I've come back to several prompts and fics you've done for a pick-me-up hehe

Speaking oooof! I didn't get to send this earlier cause I was out but aaauUWWAAAAHHHH your fill for my sacredshipping puff submission was just--so so perfect, I kept thinking about it this whole day. 😭💖💖💖 You really shouldn't worry about their characterization, I think you did a wonderful job - Morty being the ler in this case was a surprise but a Beautiful and Welcome one for Dang sure !!! You really captured that essence of how laid back and calm Yet cheeky he can get, especially with someone he cares deeply for like Eusine (which makes him quite the notoriously excellent tease, whether he realizes it or not hohohoohh) 💕💕💕 I hadn't realized how much I've been craving for a lee!Eusine until I drew him for my own comic project (this man's smile is just so captivating I swearrrrr) so seeing him struggle to regain composure out of his own giggling was just aaaaaaa///////////// wonderful wonderful wonderfullllll 🙏✨✨✨ Thank you so much again! And have a great week ahead :}

AHH I'M GONNA CRY! Thank you so, so much friend! Your kind words really made my day all the more special! I'm honored to bring some joy and pick-me-ups when you need them! Thank you for giving me the chance to share my humble stories with everyone! :)

EEE YAY!!! I'm so happy you liked it! :D It was an absolute joy to write for you! I can't deny- I was originally gonna make it Lee!Morty, but once I sat down to write it, the need for Eusine smiling and giggly was too much to ignore! I'm beyond happy I could make your day with some classic sacredshipping!

Have an amazing week aswell, friend!

[ladyxskywalker]

Hello there! I know it’s been a while and I hope you’re alright. 🫶 I’m dropping this soft gem in your askbox because I’ve been haunted by this for quite a while now, this is based on a dream I had by the way. 🥺

Okay imagine Across the Stars is playing in the background of this… You’re on Coruscant, the sun is settling and you’ve had a rough day in the Senate. You’re missing your lover Obi Wan so much. While you’re standing there you don’t notice how Obi Wan sneaks into your apartment past the guards and comes up to you. He makes you jump when he wraps his arms around you from behind, but this is how Obi Wan is, a gentle tease sometimes.

As the music gets more intense you turn around in Obi Wan’s arms and kiss him softly “I’ve missed you…” he whispers ever so softly against you and stays with you in the beams of the settling sun. Nothing could destroy this moment. 🥹

hello my dear friend 🥺💙 !!

you have no idea how much I really needed this & how much this made me smile right now - thank you 🌸💫

this was such a beautiful dream to imagine with our darling obi wan, watching the sunset cascade across the spires of coruscant, the bustling city never slowing down ...

until all time stands still when obi wan takes you into his arms, kissing you softly, becoming your home once again & making you feel safe & warm. 🌙

he's so mesmerizing - just picture his eyes & the way they would look in that lighting too ?? handsome angel 😇 jedi husband king !!

[ also - please send me things any time ! all is well, (& I hope you are doing ok too 🙏💖) just taking a little break from blog things xo ]

[thespiritoflife]

Hiiiii love how are you doing ? Did you had fun today ? Are you doing mentally good ?

I'm doing good too but after I had my dinner at a restaurant I got food poisoning 😩. I was sooo excited to eat my favs but couldn't complete it and 🤮 . But now I'm feeling somewhat good .

➻ Initials :- S.P Gender preference :- He

I'm choosing 2 topics .

➳ your possible wedding with them

Hmm your future seems like breaking a tradition or norms . Like you may decide to not wear an usually white dress or you may say your own vows . Your wedding could have Disney like themes . I'm getting tangled vibes . Forest fairy theme . Maybe it'll be in the midst of a beautiful meadow . I'm seeing fairy lights and candles lit all over the aisle. You'll want only guest with whom you vibe or have an emotional connection with . I'm not seeing a huge crowd . Maybe only between close family and friends. I'm hearing laughter , humorous jokes being cracked, either way you'll have so so much fun . I'm getting you'll not have an ounce of regret for marrying your person . You and your FS will be best friends before anything else . So when you'll be walking to the altar you both will feel like coming home . You won't care about anything else , decorations, dress , the locations won't matter . The only thing you'll want is to finally wed the love of your life .

Your Wedding dress and shoe + makeup + vibe + venue

➳ their appearance

A very soft vibe in their overall energy . Their eyes will hold so much respect for you . As if though there's millions around them but their eyes only look for you !!! Ethereal . Yet their facial structure will have defined jawline and great eyebrows . I'm getting they occasionally wear specs too . Loves a necklace and watches as accessories. Would be cute and cottagecore dress code to them .

Your FS's vibe + Aesthetic + Dress code

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Thank youu and have a lovely day/night ahead 😘 💓 💖 💗 💕 💛 😘

Hello, my dear Alaeza!! I am doing quite good, no worries! Actually I am doing better than before🩷 but i still hope it will be better!! Thank you so much for your caring! I am sorry you were food poisoned, that really sucks!! ☹️🥴 but i am glad you're doing better!! Drink some tea, please and take care! I hope you will feel awesome tomorrow!!🙏🫂

And thank you so much for your exchange & pics!! It's so cute aww.. That wedding sounds like wedding from my dreams! And I love Tangled!! It's really like from fairy tale🥺💫

And my FS looks so handsome!! His vibe so cute!! He just seems to be good type of guy!! Thank you once again for pics and exchange!! I truly love it!!🫂🩵🩵

🤍YOUR WEDDING🤍

I feel your wedding will be big, there will be many guests. But they will be people you and your FS feel comfortable with. Your FS has big family. I see a lot of men in suits, maybe your FS's colleagues? They're also his friends! I have a feeling there will be a lot of people from his work. I see that the wedding will be in some restaurant, inside. It will definitely be in the late evening! I see a sky full of stars and you & your FS. I feel like in the middle of all the chaos (but beautiful chaos) you two are going to go outside for some fresh air. And I hear soft music, I feel like you're about to have your first wedding dance outside! People will come out to you and applaud you afterwards! You will be SO beautiful in the eyes of your FS, he will be proud that you are his wife because you are wifey material and his dream has become a reality because now you really are his wife!! Your wedding will be truly magical. I have a feeling it will be in the summer or maybe through the fall.🥂🌌💋

❤️YOUR FS'S APPEARANCE❤️

Your FS is a very mature man. I have a feeling he's going to have a beard. He definitely has dark hair and dark eyes (like melted chocolate). He has those eyes that you'll know right away that you've fallen in love with them. He has an oval or round face. He definitely has arched eyebrows. Your FS will be taller than you and possibly wear a watch on his wrist? He will also have... business vibes. 👀 He likes white shirts and likes to dress elegantly.🤍

Thank you too and have amazing day/night too! ♡♡

[acallforhope]

Update: Hope begins with you.💔 A Heartfelt Update 💔

We’re grateful to everyone who has supported our campaign so far—thanks to you, we’ve reached 1% of our $60,000 goal! While we still have a long way to go, every contribution counts and brings us closer to our target. Your support can make a meaningful difference, and we’d love to see if we can reach 10% together. If you haven’t already, please consider sharing this campaign with friends and family. Let’s keep the momentum going!

Campaign Update: We Need Your SupportIt’s been 22 days without new donations, and while our goal of $60,000 may seem far off, I believe we can reach it together. Your support has been invaluable, and every contribution counts.

If you can, please consider donating or sharing our campaign. Together, we can make a difference!

Dear friends,

It’s hard to express how much your support means to me. So far, we’ve raised $684, and I am truly grateful 🙏. But with a goal of $60,000, progress has been slow, and I’m starting to feel lost and hopeless 💭😔.

I don’t want to give up, but I can’t do this alone. If you can’t donate, a share or a kind word 🔄💬 would mean the world to me right now. Even small actions can spark hope when things feel darkest.Thank you for standing by me ❤️.

Every Day Counts – We Need Your Help

Since October 14th, donations have stopped, but the suffering hasn’t. Every passing day without support puts us in deeper crisis. Even a small contribution can provide essentials like water and food for those in need.Please don't wait, thinking others will act—your help matters now. If you can’t donate, sharing this campaign will make a huge difference. Together, we can turn things around.

Hope begins with you.

🌟 Help Make a Dream Come True! Please donate or share!Please consider sharing my campaign; I believe that true support and donations come from the heart and a genuine desire to help, not from pressure. Progress may be slow, but every step forward counts. I won’t lose hope—persistence is the key to success!🥺

We’ve Raised $664 – But We Still Have a Long Way to Go!

Dear Caring Souls,

Thank you to everyone who has contributed so far. Your generosity means the world to us! However, we are still far from reaching our $60,000 goal, and we can’t do it without your help.

Every dollar counts – whether it's $5, $50, or $100 – it brings us closer to making a real impact. Imagine the difference you can make by donating just a little or sharing this campaign with someone who might be able to help!

Will you be the one to help us reach the next milestone?

Together, we can turn this vision into reality. Don’t wait for someone else to step up – be that person today!

With gratitude and hope,

Roba

Every dollar helps, and every share spreads the word. Together, we can make a difference!

My campaign is moving slowly, and I need your support more than ever. With your generosity and kindness, this dream can become a reality! ✨Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a difference. If you can’t donate, sharing my campaign with your friends and family could be the key to making this dream come true. 📢Never hesitate to help—your support could be the reason we succeed! Thank you so much for your kindness and generosity 🙏💖

Update

💖Dear Caring Souls

Your generous donation is a key part of our hope to rebuild and achieve our dreams once again. 🌟Thank you so much to everyone who has donated so far! We’ve reached $547, and while the goal is $60,000, every single dollar counts. 💫 I know the target is big, but with your help, generosity, and boundless kindness, we can achieve this together. Even a small contribution makes a huge difference, and I trust that you’ll be part of building this dream again. If you’re unable to donate, sharing this campaign can help us reach more people who can. Thank you for your generosity, kindness, and limitless support. 💖 Be the hope, be the change, be the light. ✨🌟

Thank you, @dlxxv-vetted-donations , for the update and your support! 😊🙏 To everyone else, let’s come together to make an impact. Please share and donate if you can—every contribution is appreciated and helps us move forward! 🌟

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The last donation to Roba's campaign was 6 days ago.

I'd like someone to adopt this vetted campaign (I don't have the means to do so right now). Help promote it, keep it updated, work with the family, and make sure that it doesn't get forgotten. You can make a difference. Please lmk if you decide to adopt and (optional but recommended) reach out to Roba.

"Your donation is not just a lifeline for us; it's our only chance at survival. " - Roba

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Updated: Sep 6 (I will not be updating this frequently)

Member(s): Roba (@acallforhope)

Verification: link

Payment methods: Paypal, credit/debit

Summary: This campaign has raised a paltry sum when the family desperately needs funding to afford their basic human needs.

Current progress:

€ 410 / 60,000

Campaign/family details:

Fund allocation:

USD $40k total, 7-8k per person

All remaining funds go toward: Basic living necessities, diabetes and arthritis medication for Roba's father, and a decent house after evacuation

5 members (Roba, Sahar, Ibrahim, Ahmad and Mahmoud)

Roba's family endured difficult conditions and great suffering after they were displaced to Rafah and further south.

They struggle with basic necessities for survival, such as food, water, and shelter. These unhealthy conditions make them very vulnerable to disease, and the family is dying a slow death.

They currently live in a tent where they're plagued by extremely high temperatures and disease spread from insects.

Tents are subject to extreme temperatures, and this will get worse as winter approaches.

The family must walk long distances just to access impure seawater and prolonged usage can cause health issues.

Egyptian coordinators refuse to add names to the evacuation list until families can prove they have the funds ready.

Tagging random ppl. I'd really appreciate a share and donate if possible. Want off my 'mailing list'? Please message me!

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[rosegoldripper]

Hello, dear friends 🌍💔,

I’m writing this with a heart that’s heavy but hopeful. My family and I are going through incredibly tough times — days filled with worry, endless challenges, and moments where hope feels so far away 💔💭. We were once a family full of laughter, warmth, and dreams, but life has changed, and every day feels like a struggle to hold onto those memories 🌧️🌈.

I know there are people out there with hearts full of kindness 💖✨. If my story touches you, it would mean the world if you could share it on your blog or with others who may understand. Just one share, one kind gesture, could connect us with people willing to help, even just a little 🕊️💌.

If you’re able, any donation — no matter how small — could make a life-changing difference for us 🌱💫. Your support would be a light in this dark time, a reminder that we’re not alone on this journey 💞🌻🙏.

Thank you so much for reading, for caring, and for any kindness you can offer. Your compassion truly means more than words can express 💖✨. Please, help us find hope again 🌅💔🌈.

With all my gratitude and love 🌸

Donate if you can!