#bear tamer

[hollysmakingstuff]

Circus Cthulhu! I made a tentacle bear tamer Cthulhu today!

[thebearer]

could you please write a daddy!carmy spanking blurb? she’s just been being a brat all damn day and he has had absolutely enough and ends up forcing her over his knee

absolutely. i love a spanking blurb don't look at me. esp with dom!carm ok? lol minors dni 18+ everything is consensual and pre-consented to :)

"What's the matter with you?" Carmen's tone was tired, exasperated even, eyes pleading softly with you. A look you didn't return.

Oh no, instead your lips twisted together, arms crossing over your chest furiously. You'd been like this all day- mean. Mean from the moment he'd picked you up. Mean on the train ride into the city. Mean at the store, even when Carmen held your bags for you. A permanent snarl on your lips, snapping and rude comments that left Carmen retreating.

It wasn't your birthday, anniversary, no important dates he could think of. He'd cancelled the night before, staying too long at the restaurant, but you sounded fine on the phone, especially when he made it up to you by taking you out today. Carmen couldn't figure out what was going on with you, but he was slowly teetering out of concern and edging more towards annoyed.

"Hey," Carmen tried again, hand snaking under your jaw lightly. "Baby, what is goin' on with you-"

"-Nothing." You snapped, fierce and mean, louder than you should have. The people beside you on the L cutting their eyes only for a moment before turning back to their own tasks.

Carmen's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, dropping his hand from your grasp, knee bouncing furiously. You knew he was fed up with this attitude of yours, that you'd probably be in for it when you got home- you hoped you would be. Carmen had been so busy at the restaurant. Staying late hours and early mornings, and you couldn't help but feel jealous. Absent of his affection. You tried to coax it out sweetly, yet it still wasn't working, so you decided to get it the only other way you knew how to: by being a brat and pushing him to his limit.

The ride back was silent, an even quieter walk back to Carmen's apartment. He still stood beside you, still carried the bags, still held the door open for you when you got home.

"You gonna help me?" Carmen grit, putting the groceries away.

"Why?" You snapped, rolling your eyes. "You don't know where it goes?"

"Alright, are you bein' serious?" Carmen snapped, whirling around to face you, brows furrowed and eyes bulging in anger. It made your tummy flip with excitement.

"Being serious? I mean, do you seriously not know where it goes?" You huffed, stomping towards a bag. Carmen's hand caught you by your upper arm before you could.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Carmen barked, your eyes lifting to his with a slight roll. His jaw flexed making your lips twitch. "What the fuck has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, Carmen, Christ." You huffed, yanking yourself out of his grip. "You're so annoying today. It's pissing me off."

You didn't miss the flash of hurt that fell across his face, making your heart skip. Maybe you were taking it too far. Being too mean.

Carmen's lips pressed together, shaking his head. "You just tryna piss me off?"

"Why? Is it working?" You sneered, that familiar glint in your eyes when Carmen caught them. Dark and daring, one he knew all too well. Of course this was what you were doing. Carmen rolled his eyes, slamming the fridge shut.

"Yeah, you're bein' such a fuckin' brat today. It is really startin' to piss me off." Carmen sneered, stepping towards you. "Better watch that mouth."

"Or what?" You challenged, heat of excitement pooling between your legs, hoping your excitement didn't show. "What are you gonna do? Just bitch some more?"

"Really?" Carmen tilted his head to the side. You just glared at him, leaving him scoffing. "Fine. Wanna be like that? I can be mean too." His hand was on your arm, dragging you over to the couch.

You squirmed in his grasp, huffing and pushing on his arm. "Carmen, stop, holy shit. You are pissing me off now-" You were over his knee with a slight grunt, Carmen's hand yanking your leggings down easily.

"This what you wanted? Wanted me to be mean?" Carmen's hand cracked down on your upturned ass, a loud clap that had you gasping, arching off his lap.

That delicious sting spreading over your ass, leaving you aching between your legs. You bit back a cry of pleasure, taking a cleansing breath instead before looking at him over your shoulder.

"That didn't even hurt." You sneered.

Carmen scoffed, his free hand pushing on your spine so you were flat against his lap, other hand lifting to crack down on your ass again- harder this time. You gasped, squirming as he settled in his rhythm, alternating from cheek to cheek. You keened, whimpered, outright moaned. You were enjoying yourself far too much, Carmen thought, but he didn't dare stop.

Instead, he let you lift you hips up, raising them so he could strike where you needed him. His own cock throbbed, knowing he was already leaking every time he saw your puffy, slick lips peeking out and teasing him. His mouth watered, desperate do dive in and lick you until you were screaming.

He'd wait. Wait until it was right. He had to finish this first- you had to finish first.

Carmen's hand tingled with every sharp smack against your ass, focusing on the center of your ass, pleased with how you'd whine and your breath would hitch.

"You gonna be nice?" Carmen asked, free hand pulling you by your hair when you didn't answer. "Better fuckin' answer me. You gonna be good?"

"Yes!" You panted. You were so close. The vibrations from Carmen's palm were sending waves of pleasure right to your core, combined with the friction from rubbing yourself on his thigh, and that brilliant sting of pain that left you throbbing- you weren't going to last much longer.

"Who?" Carmen sneered, hand cracking again, then again, sharp and purposeful. "Who're you talkin' to?"

"You." You snipped. Carmen's hand fell hard against your cheeks, actual punishing smacks that had you crying out. "You, D-Daddy!"

"That's right." Carmen hummed, continuing his pace, letting go of your hair. "You better be good f'Daddy, or I'll bring out the spoon again. You hear me?"

You didn't reply, strangled words caught in your throat while you shook and bucked over his lap, body twitching with pleasure. Carmen's hand ran over your hot cheeks, squeezing them lightly while you whimpered, lying limply over his lap.

"Ready to be good?" Carmen rasped, lips hovering over your cheek.

You nodded, eyes glossy still shuddering at your own orgasm. Carmen's fingers dipped between your legs, sliding through your slick folds while you whimpered and shuddered above him. "Good. Be good for Daddy and let me taste you."

[justa-lil-guy]

Celestial Seasonings Tea

[dragontamerproductions]

When your favorite characters finally get the spotlight

[taiga-country]

What do y’all main in splat

pulled this out my ass in like 5 minutes hope you like this splashtags were made by a splashtag generator here

[forgivenfolly]

was trying to draw val backstory stuff through the fucked up Whimsy Lens val's own memory is filtered through but then i realized i am several hundred layers into "detailed character lore i have never once posted about" that i forgot this is just going to look like they were eaten by a bear. as a child. that didn't happen th

[colin-creations]

Digimon Nightmare Offensive synopsis. Yes I am doing this. Probably gonna start a new blog here too.

[twstchaos]

Original Character: The Spirit Tamer

Introducing: The Spirit Tamer

Technical Information

Name: Tamannuk Arlooktoo

Japanese: タマナック・アールクトゥー

Romaji: Tamanakku Arukutou

Nickname(s): Polar Bear (Floyd), Monsieur Guérisseur (Rook)

Biographical Information

Gender: Male

Pronoun: He/Him

Age: 18

Birthday: September 21

Starsign: Virgo

Height: 164cm

Eye Color: Storm Gray

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Homeland: Nuti Tâvani

Family: Mother, Father, Sinnatomak (Younger sister)

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Professional Status

Dorm: Savanaclaw

School Year: Third

Class: 3-E (No. 3)

Occupation: Student, Training to become an Angakkuq (Shaman)

Club: Mountain Lovers Club

Best Subject: Animal Linguistics

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Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Dried Meat/Jerky

Least Favorite Food: Anchovies

Dislikes: People touching his things without permission

Hobby: Meditation

Talents: Wood Carving

--

Appearance:

Tamannuk has dark hair pushed back with strands framing his face with a pair of braids tucked behind both ears. He has storm gray eyes with a dark complexion. Overall, his features present androgynously.

Tamannuk wears the white dress shirt under the standard Savanaclaw school vest with the gold-lined black pants. Instead of the school-issued black blazer, he prefers to pair his uniform with his white-furred gray parka, still choosing to wear it in the heat as well. Do not ask him where his dorm armband is, he lost that many semesters ago. Tamannuk’s dorm uniform consists of the standard dark-yellow shirt and worn-out jeans. Again, he prefers to wear his furred parka instead of the dorm’s vest. Much like the rest of his dorm, he wears the bandanna wrapped around his waist. For both his school uniform and dorm uniform, Tamannuk wears black steel-toe boots.

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Personality:

Tamannuk is a fellow of few words, preferring silence over noise. He tends to stick by himself, but for the few people he is close with, Tamannuk has a never wavering loyalty, unless they have wronged him to the point of no forgiveness.

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Background:

From the moment of his birth, the elders of Tamannuk’s tribe saw that he was destined to become the next angakkuq, spiritual guide. The moment he turned of age, Tamannuk was taught the spiritual ways of their people. At the age of ten, his mother gave birth to another child, a girl, whom they named Sinnatomak. Several years later, he received a letter of admission from Night Raven College to attend their prestigious academy, and he has attended for the past two years, going into his third.

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Abilities and Unique Magic:

Because of his lifelong education, Tamannuk is very educated about both spirits and animals.

Tamannuk’s Unique Magic is called “Great Spirits”. His magic, aided by his knowledge of spirits and animals, allows him to mimic the abilities of an animal spirit he has befriended. In order to gain the abilities of an animal, he must hold a ritual. During this ritual, Tamannuk is able to contain the spirit of the chosen animal into his amulet for a single day. To change the contained spirit, he must release it before completing another ritual to call upon another spirit.

Incantation: “I ask now for guidance. Take my hand and lead me. Give me wisdom and give me strength. Great Spirits.”

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He is twisted from Denahi from Disney’s Brother Bear.

More information will come out in the future~

Disclaimer: I am not of Inuit descent, so if you are and notice anything wrong, please tell me!!!

[fgrobichiko]

They want shit less tense than the very hungry caterpillar

do you. do you even want a story

[typewriter83]

AAAAHAHAHHA YOU REMEMBERED, I remember that by that time I read that part over and over and couldn't stop giggling and kicking my feet. Btw I'm still waiting for that spanking🗣️

Cof cof if it's with a belt, even better cof cof

Wait who said that

I’m often very critical of my work, it’s never good enough, never polished enough, the dialogue is off - something is always wrong.

But there are a few scenes that I’ve written that I love and revisit just to make myself giggle. This scene, this bratty scene still makes me laugh, and I wrote it!

Will brat tamer Joel return? Where we left off in LtW, Ellie is pretty traumatized. She has a lot of pain to sort through, and that will take some time. But that being said, our sassy Ellie will be back, giving her mountain man guard dog a run for his money!

A belt?? Dear lord sweet cub - maybe you need a spanking 😉

🫶🏻

[rshredm]

RSH Bear Tamer

Stable Name: Bear

Breed: Irish Draught (In Game Warlander) Gender: Gelding (In Game Mare)

About: Bear is a solidly built gelding, with plenty of character and a willingness to please. Purchased from an auction, his powerful build, and calm sensible nature - and his potential for jumping had Tobias interested from the get go. While he may not be the fastest horse, he has a calm sensibleness that means that he isn't likely to cause too many upsets. Couple this with a long stride that can positively eat up the ground, whether he's being used for trails, or across the country, he can cover the ground easily and efficiently. Jumping he can get a bit sticky depending on the size of the arena, but he always approaches his job with willing. He is also one of few horses trained to be ridden side saddle rather than astride.

[thebearer]

More thots with the wooden spoon plssss

minors dni 18+ ahead also here is the original wooden spoon ask

Carmen knew he was in for a long night when he called you earlier. Your huffy little tone, pouty and surly when you picked up. The click of your tongue, short sighs, and mumbled words.

He moved around the kitchen, shoulders tight and jaw clenched, trying to ignore every snippy comment you shot his way.

"Well, if you wouldn't work so much..."

"I already did it. I knew if I waited for you it'd be another month."

"Whatever, Carm, you know I'm right."

If Carmen saw you roll your eyes one more time, he swore he was going to come unglued.

But then again, he knew that was exactly what you wanted.

It's why you were pushing him; why you stayed in the kitchen, frowning when Carmen just hummed at your mean little comments. He knew you were trying to get a rise out of him, get him furious so he'd be mean when he fucked you.

You were leaned against the kitchen island, lips twisted in a tight snarl, eyes scanning Carmen's movements while he chopped the vegetables furiously. Your lips twitched, knowing you'd got him worked up.

"What kinda pasta you want?" Carmen grunted, knife slicing through the garlic.

Your lips curled, hiding behind your glass of water. The final blow to his patience, and you knew it. Sure to get you exactly what you wanted. "I'm not hungry." You said flippantly, sighing and walking over to your phone on the counter, scrolling through it.

Carmen paused, body freezing and hand gripping the knife. "What?"

The edge in his tone made your spine tingle, biting back your grin. You were happy your back was to him, elbows propped on the counter, scrolling through your phone.

"I'm not hungry." You huff, rolling your eyes, still flicking through Instagram. "You didn't even ask me what I wanted."

"Are you-" Carmen stopped himself, eyes closing, taking a cleansing breath to calm himself. He'd nearly given you the reaction you'd been looking for, been hoping for. The way your eyes lit up, gleaming with victory. His lips pursed. He wouldn't give you that satisfaction.

Your shoulders deflated when Carmen turned back around, turning the stove off and moving the pans. You bristled, turning back to your phone, leaned over the counter, angrily swiping through your phone. Of course Carmen wasn't going to give into you, he wanted you to ask- which you hated. Less fun that way having to ask him to put you in your place.

You were pouting, slumped over the island, furious. Carmen could feel it, his own tension brewing. He lifted the wooden spoon, twirling it in his hands for a moment before he decided to relent. You wanted to be put in your place? Fine, he'd do that for you, but he knew you wouldn't like it this way.

Carmen crossed the kitchen quickly, you looking over your shoulder when you felt his looming presence over you, only for a moment before his hand was on your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to hold you in place.

"Carm, what-" You craned your neck, his free hand shoving your pants down to your ankles, wooden spoon between his teeth.

You felt your heart drop, the familiar pulse of excitement jolting from your chest down to your core. "Wait!"

Carmen didn't lifting the spoon, sending it on your ass with a wallop that had you squealing. You despised the wooden spoon, worse than the metal spatula Carmen normally favored. It was hard and small but unforgiving, packing a sting that ached and left you longing to rub it out, jumping from foot to foot to avoid his calculated spanks.

"Carmen!" You whined, reaching back. His free hand caught your wrist easily, pinning them to the small of your back.

"What? This is what you wanted, right? Why you're being so fuckin' mean and bratty?" Carmen growled, two flicks of his wrist that had the heavy spoon falling under your sit spots.

You howled, twisting away, hoping Carmen couldn't see how dripping you were. He could, of course, mouth practically drooling at the sight of your puffy, slick lips peeking out at him.

"Who're you talkin' to?" Carmen tilted his head towards you, tapping the spoon playfully against your ass.

"You." You huffed, frowning.

Carmen brought the spoon down four times, alternating cheeks until you were crying, teary eyed and pouty. "I'll try again. Who. Are. You. Talkin'. To?" Carmen annunciated each word with a smack of the spoon.

You whined, stomping your feet petulantly. It made Carmen's cock throb. "You, Daddy." You huffed, looking over your shoulder shyly at him.

"Are you sorry?" Carmen tapped the spoon again against your sensitive, burning skin.

"Yes." You sighed, bleary eyed and head swimming. You were throbbing, thighs pressing together and ricking for any sort of friction. "I'm sorry."

"You sure? Not sure I believe you with how mean you've been." Carmen grit, bringing the spoon down again. It was lighter this time than the others, but still left you whimpering.

"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You pleaded, twisting in his grasp. "I'll be good, Daddy, I promise."

"You promise?" Carmen's eyes were dark, brow lifting, head ducking down to see you fully. Tears streaming down your cheeks, gathering in a pool beneath the granite. Your head bobbed, lip jutting pitifully.

"Fine." Carmen let go of your wrist, stepping back while you stood, rubbing the sting out of your splotchy skin of your ass. "Prove it. Show me how sorry you are." His hands fumbled with his jeans, shoving them down.

Your mouth watered, trained on his cock while he pumped it a few times, sinking to your knees and shuffling towards him.

Carmen tipped his head back, sighing lowly when your tongue glided on the underside of his dick. "Good, fuuuck, good girl."

[wildbeautifuldamned]

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[just-some-user-hunny]

The Cannibal bonded with a bastard targaryen reader ...

This is heavily inspired by @mangled-parasite writings on their yandere hotd stuff. I wanted to go more in depth about the relationship a bastard princess reader would have with the cannibal, because the dynamics could be so diverse and interesting. The cannibal is a really interesting dragon to me as well, he's not been tames nor shows any interest in it, so I always wonder what he'd be like with a rider!

(fem! Bastard princess reader X the cannibal)

. If you are bonded to him, he would be ruthlessly protective over you. He can feel every flicker of distress and discomfort from you, and he bares his teeth like a guard dog at whoever draws too close. Once he had decided that you were his, and he was yours, his fury when it comes to protecting you rivals hellfire. You will never have to feel fear again, nothing can even dream of touching you- lest they want to experience the nightmarish wrath of the Cannibal. It matters little to him if this threat is human, or dragon. In fact he almost welcomes it. He loves the rush of destroying whatever threatens you, the pride that fills him when he charres their remains and feasts upon them In front you- because look princess. Look how mighty he is, look how well he can fight and protect you. After his gory feast, he'll lower himself close to your little form for his praise- purring till your blood fizzles as he enjoys your pets and attention.

. Cannibal has never been a tame or passive dragon, but around you, he'll make an effort to behave. He'll stave away his urges to salivate when he captures glimpses of the smaller dragons, if it makes you happy. He'll heed your voice, your words, if only to amuse you and keep you content. However, he still has a temper- and although he may not engulf everything with wildfire, he will surely growl and roar to make people bend their knee in your presence. His bond to you is tightly knitted, so he can pick up those who are irking you or upsetting you. He shares your hatred for your father, often bearing his frightening jagged teeth at the pale man who can only endure the monstrosity of his daughter's dragon. It'll take only your word to engulf him in burning emerald flames, so for once, your father will hold his tongue.

. He is not an obedient dog, more like a feral alley cat who's taken a warming to you. There's not a force in heaven or hell that can convince him to confide anywhere near the dragon pits, not to mention his monstrous size cannot even imagine squeezing itself into that little ditch. He'll take to sleeping upon the beach, preferably away from vhager, if he wants to remain close to you. However he is known to fly off and disappear for days on end, returning when you least expect it. He is a wild dragon at heart.

. He may not melt into a big passive puppy, but he will surely let you know he likes the attention you give him. He'll croon with his snarling scarred grin, his eyes glinting as you speak to him and stay close. The attitude he has around you is stark like night and day- with others he glares ferociously and mean, but with you, he's bound by your heels.

When you approach him upon the sand of the tide, he'll lower his head to gaze upon you. he'll feel content as he looks you over, appearing docile and calm in your presence.

Your family find it terrifyingly odd whenever you approach him with so much casualty, and he simply looks at you so fondly. The dragon who has devoured oh so many wannabe dragon tamers is now treating you like a precious little treasure, and it's both awe-inspiring, and frightening. His striking emerald green eyes focus on you as you speak sweetly and softly to him, his purrs can be heard from the dragonstone gates.

. The cannibal is an ancient dragon with many years of experience, so to him, you are little more than a child in his eyes. His child.

If anything, he is more of a loving father to you than Daemon could ever be.

It's puzzling to him, at first. He has never possessed a single maternal bone in his body, having no objection to devouring unhatched eggs and even young hatched dragons to satiate his hunger- but perhaps he sees a part of him in you. That wildness to stray, the desperation to free yourself from the thorns of the targarians that dig deep into you. You may be a little gentle weepy thing, but the fact still stands. You want to be free. He can grant that.

As you claim him as a child, he'll watch you grow. Watch your face and hands become weary from the anxiety and ache of constantly being caged. You'll gradually become more and more beautiful, dripping in gems and jewellery and ornate gowns, but the sadness in your eyes hasn't changed since you were a tearful little child. He sees what they are doing- trying to keep you satiated with material desires, but he understands you deep down that nothing of that matters. You want to be anywhere else but here...

. He is an old dragon, and has a temper to him. His hunger for flesh and fire has not made him weary, and although he is scarred and withered, he is still towering in all his obsideon scaled glory. Emerald flames engulfing the sky as you ride upon his back, soaring above the clouds as pride and glory consumes him. He always despises the idea of being 'claimed' and ridden like some show pony, but he finds himself enjoying the company of his little human experiencing the rush of gliding through the heavens. He can feel your thundering heart, the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as he dips and soars between terrific heights, and he can't help but grin a scarred and twisted smile, egged on by your delight of the views and freedom. Yes! This is freedom, my little princess. Let us not be chained by those targarians, this is what living is!

He certainly likes challenging you, obviously not to the point he puts you in any danger of course- but he'll dive at gut churning speeds to see what'll make you shriek. It's almost like He finds amusement out of it, perhaps getting a little kick out of challenging his rider. Once he has landed however with you safely back on the ground, he'll look at you with his gnarled smirk and expect just a little push from you. Don't take it to heart though, his princess. You'll get gently prodded and nudged by his snout to check on you to make sure you're alright. He is still protective over you, after all. His cruelty will not extend to your pain. Besides, you are more often than not riding him bareback, so he would never fly so recklessly that you'd get bucked off. Most of the time he's holding back, really.

. That is not to say that each time you climb upon his back that you will endure terror, because that is surely not the case. He loves flying with you, loves feeling your awe and wonder. It fills him with unbridled pride and ego. You can both feel freedom, and freedom is all he wants for himself and his rider alike.

. As his rider, you have a good chance of escaping the talons of your family. Who is to stop you? The mad prince, Daemon, and his blood wyrm? Cannibal could laugh at the mere thought of this deranged man challenging him with his little red pest. Even the one eyed prince and his ancient she-dragon, Vhagar, will be a welcomed challenge. When it comes to you, he'd do anything.

[mnsooraljizawi]

Hello everyone, I hope you are well 👋👋

I am Mansour Subhi Al-Jizawi, a citizen of Gaza. I come to you with a broken heart and ask for help for me and my family...

I am writing to you and asking for help in any way to restore what the occupation has destroyed since October 7, 2023.So that I and my family can survive the war and save the rest of our lives because Gaza has become uninhabitable. There is no longer a suitable place to live. There is no solution other than evacuation to survive... but unfortunately the price of evacuation from Gaza is very expensive... and we cannot bear these costs. There is no solution but to help you by donating, sharing our story, or praying for us....

I am talking to you, and after thinking for a long time before taking this step, but I realized that there is nothing left for us in Gaza after the occupation destroyed all its property, our property, our dreams and our future...so I came to you and I am full of hope from you that your donations will cover the cost of survival. Evacuation to a better life....

The occupation destroyed our home, our dreams, and the buildings of my family and I to live in tents after it ordered and forced us to evacuate from northern Gaza. Currently, we live in a camp in the Zawaida area, and this is the ninth displacement since the seventh of October of the past year, 2023. Struggling daily to obtain clean water and food. And the rest of the necessities of life, despite the high prices that make us struggle more to obtain them...

We are 4 people, the number of people in my family. My father, Subhi Mustafa Al-Gizawi, is 60 years old and currently without any income and does not work for any institution. He has a heart disease and a stroke as well, and needs daily treatment, but due to the difficulty of the situation, he is sometimes not available in the country, and this makes him even more weak. More because of the lack of treatment

and my mother Mervat Bassam Al-Jizawi, 54 years old, also suffers from high blood pressure and colon, which caused her to undergo operations because of the pain that comes from the colon. She also needs medicine, and this medicine is not available and is expensive...

I am Mansour Subhi Al-Jizawi, 20 years old. I did not receive a university education because of the war. The occupation destroyed my future and left me without a future. I was injured in the 2014 war, and the effects of the injury are still present, and the shrapnel is still stuck in my body 💔

My brother, Tamer Sobhi Al-Gizawi, has been missing since the beginning of the war, and we do not know anything about him..

The remnants of this war are that our house was destroyed and uninhabitable, and our car was completely destroyed.

In conclusion: I hope that receiving my message is very important to you, and that it will make a difference for the Palestinians in need 💔🙏

God bless you all...