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A Compilation of Palestinians to Donate To

As you all are aware, this blog explicitly stands with Palestine during the yet ongoing genocide done by Israel. Because I've made my stance clear, several Palestinians on Tumblr have reached out to me to help spread their campaigns and get them aid. I've tracked down verifications for as many as i could, and will list them all here with links and update this list should another be sent in.

I cannot stress this enough. As of writing this, the siege on Gaza has been happening for almost a year. Most non-profit organizations at this point have incredibly limited reach in the area (if they still have any at all), and thus the most surefire way of helping is via sending money directly to those impacted. If you for whatever reason doubt the legitimacy of a campaign listed here, I humbly request you keep it to yourself. I cannot decide for you what you do with your money, but I can ask of you that you have respect for people struggling and be considerate.

@kareem-family2 GoFundMe link €10,285/€20,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #283

@abedalazeiz GoFundMe link €36,220/€90,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@dinamahammed99 GoFundMe link $5,795/$15,000 Verified by association to @mahmoud1995 (source 1 | source 2)

@mahmoud1995 GoFundMe link $15,011/$50,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@yasmeinnaser GoFundMe link $3,409/$40,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #208

@mahmoudayyads GoFundMe link €8,025/€55,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@mohamadsmeer35 GoFundMe link $1,803/$45,000 Verified by association to @bilal-salah0 (source)

@savealsaidifamily GoFundMe link £1,573/£30,000 Verified by @/moayesh, a runner of @gaza-evacuation-funds (source)

@hadiah1111 GoFundMe link €7,093/€50,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@youseffamily GoFundMe link €26,315/€30,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #143

@abosamisblog GoFundMe link CHF11,309/CHF20,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@ahmadwaleed555 GoFundMe link $140/$3,500 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #167 (Note: The fundraiser listed in the spreadsheet is outdated)

@israa-24 GoFundMe link $7,686/$48,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #236

@amirashawikh/@khaledshawikh GoFundMe link $1,385/$60,000 Verified by association to @bilal-salah0 (source)

@bilal-salah0 GoFundMe link €110,324/€110,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #133

@yahyabkheet-blog GoFundMe link €5,983/€30,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #110

@save-amal-family GoFundMe link €32,862/€40,000 Found on the Butterfly Effect Project spreadsheet under verified fundraisers #475

@shadowyavenuetaco GoFundMe link £7,482/£50,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@anqarfamily GoFundMe link €63,858/€75,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #264

@abdquffa GoFundMe link €1,299/€84,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #67

@ahmedsobeh2009 PayPal link €499/€10,000 Verified by association to @nesmamomen (source)

@nesmamomen GoFundMe link $140,220/$170,000 Verified by @/el-shab-hussein

@mayadayyad81 GoFundMe link $42,902/$50,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #144

@samiraayman5 GoFundMe link $2,140/$20,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@mahmuodanwar GoFundMe link €383/€15,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #38

@mahmoidsy GoFundMe link $5,385/$25,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #63

@ashraf-baker5 GoFundMe link €22,863/€25,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@freepaleatine95 GoFundMe link $17,009/$50,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@waleedalanqar GoFundMe link €131/€20,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #107

@hamdishiltawi GoFundMe link €1,857/€20,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #285

@atalah-mohammed GoFundMe link €16,594/€82,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@hosam2004 GoFundMe link €3,334/€9,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #131

@samerpal GoFundMe link kr138,493/kr450,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #196

@mohmoud-j/@jomana-ha GoFundMe link $17,045/$60,000 Verified by association to @asmaayyad (source)

@asmaayyad GoFundMe link €22,497/€45,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #43

@karamalmadhoun0 GoFundMe link €17,037/€20,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #109

@danaghaith GoFundMe link $7,682/$60,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@yusra-maryam58 GoFundMe link $6,280/$30,000 Found on the blog of @/90-ghost

@ahmed-0-khalil GoFundMe link €10,237/€50,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #77

@hazem-suhail GoFundMe link €10,591/€50,000 Found on the GazaVetters spreadsheet #75

@alhabil GoFundMe link €29,140/€50,000 Found on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List #166

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[koushikrockboy]

Best 7 Electric Kettle Under Rs 499 - 2990

[sstargirln]

❞ ᝰ .ᐟ RAFE CAMERON X STRIPPER!reader

TW : smut MDNI — p in v — swearing , not proofread

word count : 499

¡! ❞ a/n : in my obx brainrot era . . .blurb woot woot !

rich kid rafe cameron who's always looking for a thrill outside the outer banks. he heads up to charleston almost every weekend, arriving at the private marina in his sleek, luxurious boat — custom-built just to impress all the fancy city girls.

he's never alone, always one of his country club friends in tow; topper, or maybe kelce. it’s a different nightclub every time, bouncing from exclusive spots with velvet ropes to hidden speakeasies always with a group of sweaty girls clinging to them by the end of the night.

sure, outer banks has its fun, but charleston? a whole other level. the lights are brighter, the girls are hotter, and the highs hit different. for one, it has plenty of rafe's favorite — strip clubs. rafe's fucking playground. a chance for him to throw down money and watch easy girls (who were already naked) try to impress him.

he decides to try out a little back-alley club, flickering neon sign overhead offering sexy girls and booze. he drags a reluctant topper in with him, who's grumbling about the blonde he left behind on the street. "she was totally into me, dude."

the place is dingy, for sure, but the few girls on stage are stunning — all bubble butts and big ol' tits. “dude, you’re staring,” topper nudges him. all rafe can see is you, a vision on the pole. “you want the whore's number or something?”

“nah, man. maybe just a lap dance."

and he gets one — for a measly thirty dollars. best investment he’s made all night. you grind your pantie-clad ass on his thigh, hair tickling his face as you nod to the pulsing music. rafe's coke-addled senses are overwhelmed; the dim lights, the sultry scent of your vanilla perfume, the painful boner under his shorts... his hands reach up to grab your hips, fingers digging in as you swing against him. he's ready to give you as much money as you'll take — hundreds, millions, just to feel what he imagined was the most perfect pussy ever.

the club closes before he can do anything else, and the bouncer has to physically drag him out as he desperately throws cash onto you, each bill a frantic plea for one last feel of your skin.

the next weekend, your club is the first one he hauls kelce into. he shoves a crumpled hundred into your hand the second you get off of stage. in a private room, you slip off his shorts with a crooked finger, then your panties. you ride him, pussy iron-grip, and he's bucking into you desperately, hands scrabbling at your beautiful tits, beautiful face, beautiful ass. "ohmygod, fuck — fuckin' fuck me, holy shit. so tight, baby, better than — fuck."

he's panting, drooling all over his chest. he's probably leaving marks on your thighs, how hard his gripping you, dreading the moment you have to get off.

"fucking beautiful. such a fuckin' — such a tight little fucking whore, baby. fuck."

¡! ❞ © sstargirln 2024

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[dearru]

summer’s in your blood | multi

pairing: multiple x gn!reader (college au) | sfw | cw: cursing | genre: fluff ig ? | wc: 499 | masterlist

synopsis -> you and your irritable boyfriend are on a stroll.

as you walk down your university’s pathway, the crisp autumn air stings your eyes, a stark contrast to how the warmth of the sun radiates softly off your back. the warm feeling lingers as you continue your stride, a gentle reminder of how summer is fading away. you watch the floor intently, basking in the satisfactory sound of the leaves crunching under your feet.

when you look up, you spot your boyfriend waiting for you under a large oak tree, the auburn foliage a sure indicator of the changing season. the sight of him brings a smile to your face. your boyfriend, as usual, has a sour expression drawn on, and his arms are crossed like he’s expecting a challenge. he often looked like this– intense and brooding. any reasonable onlooker would be scared to approach him, but you knew better.

you can sense that he’s been anticipating your arrival by the way he impatiently taps his foot and exclaims, “the people at this college are fuckin’ stupid,” the moment you’re within earshot. his sudden outburst has you stifling a laugh, and a warm feeling spreads throughout your chest.

“are they?” you inquire, amused, and he takes your inquiry as an invitation to drone on about how impossibly hopeless his classmates are. though, you’re only half listening to everything he has to say. instead, you take the chance to admire his boyish features. the slight contortion of his eyebrows and the fiery look in his eyes as he continues his tirade makes the warmth you feel more prominent. you liked when he would go on rants like this. normally, he hated when you’d stare at him for too long, but moments like these gave you an excuse.

the moment ends too soon when he finishes his rant and grunts, “c’mon.” grabbing the bookbag off of your shoulder and slinging it over his own as he drags you along a route that you recognize as the way to the library. a little into your walk, he takes ahold of your hand like it’s second nature. his grip is sturdy yet tender. you focus on the way he absentmindedly traces soft circles along your hand with his thumb as the two of you walk.

as you continue to walk alongside him, the heat of his hand is a welcome feeling when paired with the now chilly fall air. as you focus on this feeling, a realization rushes over you. your boyfriend may be similar to a hot summer day– he’s harsh, intimidating, and direct. however, the subtle, unspoken intimacy that comes with loving him is something that reminds you more of the fall. his love feels like wearing a warm sweater on a chilly day, enveloping you in warmth and making you feel protected and cherished.

considering this thought, you glance up at his face and settle upon the conclusion that you hope you’ll be able to experience moments similar to this one with him for every season that’s to come.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, sasuke uchiha, KENTAROU KYOUTANI, + your fav <3

—a/n: originally written for bakugo and tbh i don’t even fw him like that…but i still love this fic!! this was written for a friend earlier this month bc i was trying to get back into writing and i just felt like posting it :) lmk if this suits any other characters & i’ll add them to the list hehe :3

[calicoheartz]

Omg could you write about going to Caitlin’s house for the holidays and meeting her family?

A Christmas Kiss ; Caitlin Clark ﹒﹒✧

summary : meeting Caitlin’s parents for the holidays !

wc ; 499

warnings : none! just pure fluff :)

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : tysm to the person who requested this! had a lot of fun writing it ! I hope you enjoy ◡̈

The crisp winter air filled the quaint town, the snowflakes dancing gracefully outside your girlfriends charming countryside home.

You couldnt shake the nerving excitement bubbling within you, as this just wasnt any christmas; it was your first time spending the holidays with Caitlin and finally meeting her family. As you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by th warm glow of the Christmas lights the adorned the rooftops, and the sound of joyful laughter coming from inside.

You timidly rung the doorbell, your girlfriend rushed out to meet you, with her eyes sparkling with delight. “Y/N! Youre finally here!” she exclaimed, quickly engulfing you in a tight hug. “Ive been counting down the days until i could introduce you to everyone” she stated.

You both then entered the cozy home, where you were then greeted by Cait’s family, who welcomed you with open arms and a genuine sense of love and want. Amidst the festive decorations and the scent of cinnamon and pine filling the air, you quickly felt a sense of belonging that you had never experienced before.

As the evening unraveled, you found yourself captivated by the Clark family traditions and the love that radiated from every corner of the room. As you stole short but sweet glances at Cait, you could feel your heart swelling with the affection for the girl that had brought continuous joy into your life.

As the holiday festivities continued, you and Cait had found moments of quiet intimacy amidst the bustling chaos, stealing kisses under the mistletoe and sharing whispered promises of your love and devotion for eachother.

On christmas morning, as you exchanged gifts by the twinkling tree, you couldnt contain your excitement as the brunette handed you a small wrapped box in glistening paper. With trembling hands, you slowly opened it to reveal a delicate diamond ring, with your initials engraved onto the band; a promise ring. You turned to Cait, with tears in your eyes. This was her telling you that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you, whether it be right in this moment or later, she would promise to make you hers forever.

As the day turned into night and the fire crackled in the fire place, you knew this christmas would hold great significance for you for years to come, cherishing it in your heart. Being surrounded by the girl you loved more than anything and her family gave you a huge sense of gratitude and contentment.

Curled up by the couch, basking together in the warm of eachothers embrace, you heard her whisper a small “i love you”, as she peppered your face with kisses. You couldnt help trying to contain your giggles, simply replying “thank you for making this the best christmas ever”

The brunette smiled, looking down at you, her eyes sparkling with love as she said, “heres to many more holidays together”.

That was when underneath the twinkling lights of the tree, you both shared a deep and meaningful kiss, her hands immediately found their way to your hips and she forced you closer to her, doing anything to keep you as near to her as possible.

A kiss that sealed your love and marked the beginning of a lifetime of joyous holidays together.

omg i think this might be my favorite piece of work!! loveee the way this turned out :) tried to keep it short n sweet but fulll of tooth-rotting fluff ! Tysm for reading <3

[singulxarity]

Jegulus microfic - Arrange - Day 16

Word count : 499

@jegulus-microfic

Regulus went to live with the Potters about a month ago. He, Sirius and James are all on the first floor and Mr and Mrs Potter are on the ground floor. 

His room is right at the end of the corridor, next to Sirius’. There is a bed with a window to the side, a table facing the wall with a painting of a ship at sea and a closet with a mirror beside it. 

Regulus appreciates the hospitality but detests the room. He hates waking up because of the sun glaring in his face and he especially hates looking at a blank wall while trying to put down his thoughts.

So, a month and 3 days after he showed up unannounced, with a split lip and a bruised cheek, he stays up till 2 AM and once he's sure everyone's asleep, he rearranges his room to his liking. He moves the desk to face the window, flinching everytime it screeches against the floor. Then goes the chair.

He lifts the bed, it's heavy and loud. Inch by inch, he moves the bed under the table. He hasn't made much progress, but he has made a ton of noise. 

His door opens, and Regulus’ heart drops. He doesn't want to seem ungrateful but it's just so inconvenient.

James Potter peeks in, with puffy eyes, messy, poofy hair and pillow lines on his cheek.

“What in the world are you doing?”

Regulus doesn't answer.

He can't.

His throat closes up and if James continues to look at him like a curious animal, he will burst into tears.

James steps into the room and softly closes the door behind him. He is in red plaid pyjamas and a white t shirt that says stay strong.

Regulus doesn't think he can.

James scans the room and considering the state of chaos it's in, Regulus is pretty sure he's figured out what's going on. 

James moves to one end of the bed.

“I'll lift this side, you do that one.”

Regulus nods, not meeting his gaze.

The two of them lift the bed and Regulus directs James as they do, trying his best not to be distracted by the vein sticking out in the other boy's forearm.

It is 4 o'clock by the time the room is fully arranged. The two boys sit next to each other at the edge of the bed. Feeling daring, Regulus rests his head on James’ shoulder. And James, beautiful, agreeable James rests his head on top of Regulus’.

“Next time, ask me for help if you want to rearrange the room alright? It's your room now, and you can do whatever you want with it. Even Sirius rearranged his room when he first came, although he was far louder.”

Tired, Regulus hums. His blinks last longer each time and soon enough, his eyes simply close. 

He feels a quick point of pressure on the top of his head, but he isn't sure whether he's dreaming or not. 

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: Once upon a time, a man turned himself into a demon for the sake of his husband's soul. It's been a long time since then.

-

Demons don't really need to sleep, but Roier likes to do it, anyway. It's relaxing, and it reminds him of better times back when he was human and his husband wasn't... well.

Well.

Jaiden doesn't get it, but that's because she's never known what dreams are. Because demons don't sleep and, unlike Roier, she was born a demon. Her and Bobby both were, leaving Roier as the odd one out.

...That's fine! Their loss! Because sleep? Great. Dreams? Even better.

Because, in Roier's dreams, he sees him.

-

(They're in bed, because that was Roier's favorite place to be. He's on his back with his husband laying next to him tracing patterns into his shirt with one finger. Rain patters on the ceiling, and some leaks through into the kitchen and lands in a pot placed conspicuously in the middle of the floor. Their blankets are warm, and so are their hearts.)

-

Roier has been married for almost 500 years. His husband has been dead for 499 of those years, give or take a few months.

They were never legally married; that just wasn't something you did back then. Didn't matter, though, because they wouldn't have been able to afford a wedding even if they could get married.

They were farmers- well, Roier was a farmer. His husband just liked sitting and watching Roier work shirtless in the fields. He'd sit with a pitcher of water waiting by his side should Roier need it, and he'd watch shamelessly for hours at a time, and he was horrible.

And now he's dead.

-

But, see, the first thing Roier asked when arriving in Hell was whether or not the Devil was cool with gay marriage.

"Uh," said Jaiden- and this was their first real conversation post-demoning, okay? So she obviously wasn't as cool as she is now. "Maybe? I don't know. I'd have to ask?"

"Could you?" Roier had asked, freshly deceased and still bleeding from the temples where his horns had just finished growing in. "I'm expecting my husband."

"Right," Jaiden tensely replied. "Your husband."

"Yeah," Roier said, and he tried saying his husband's name, but it just. Wouldn't... what was it again?

-

But that's fine, being a demon is a pretty sweet gig. All Roier has to do is go up to the Mortal Realm and do a few jobs for a few witches, corrupt a few souls. In return, he gets badass magical abilities and immortality.

More importantly, he gets his husband's soul. As soon as he reincarnates back in the Mortal Realm, and as soon as he dies again, he goes to Hell with all of the memories from his previous life with Roier intact, and they finally get their happily ever after.

It's what he would've wanted. Hell might sound terrible, but it's no worse than the Mortal Realm, and its public transportation is actually better, somehow. The busses all run on time, and the subway is free.

More importantly, Roier's husband was the one collecting all those books on summoning demons and making deals with demons and communing with the Devil. Roier just... completed his work for him.

It's the least he could've done, and it was his last chance at seeing him again.

-

Fuck, but what was his name?

-

(They're in the fields, because that was Roier's husband's favorite place to be. Roier is shirtless and bent over a row of seeds that are going to grow up to be corn in a few months, and his husband is on the ground under the apple tree watching him shamelessly. It's sunny out, and there's the smell of smoke in the air.)

-

It's been 500 years since Roier's husband died, and Roier has spent that time trying to remember the name of his husband's killer.

Because, once upon a time, there was a farmer, and there was a witch. Ah, but witches were illegal, you see. They communed with the Devil, and they brought chaos into a world of order.

All Roier remembers is that the person who tied his husband to that pole was in all-white. Not a priest, just someone boring.

That same person was the one who lit the straw at Roier's husband's feet on fire. And they smiled doing so even as Roier dove towards the flames as if he could put them out with his bare hands.

It didn't work. Big surprise there.

-

"So the Devil's fine with you two getting married," Jaiden said after a few days of dealing with demonic bureaucracy, "but I have some bad news for you."

Roier, for the first time since Jaiden slit his throat and converted him, felt fear.

"What is it?" he asked.

She let out a breath, slow, and said, eventually, "Your husband's soul isn't here. He isn't in Heaven, either. Or in any of the other gods' realms."

Roier blinked. "What."

It was not a question.

She threw up her hands. "I don't know! It's like he just... disappeared!"

"Is that why I can't remember his name?" Roier asked. "His soul is fucking gone?"

His hands shook. Jaiden reached out and took them.

"We'll find him," she promised, kind despite her whole 'Is A Demon' thing. "Even if it takes five hundred years."

"Yeah, well, it won't," he scoffed. "I'm going to find him. He promised me a wedding."

-

Souls don't just die. They go to someplace that Roier has only ever heard of: Purgatory.

Once in Purgatory, souls get judged by the Eye of Justice. He asks them questions about their life, and they have to answer truthfully, or he'll feed them to his children.

There are a few options for what comes next.

One: they pass the Eye of Justice's judgement and are allowed to move on to whatever afterlife they believe in.

Two: they pass the Eye of Justice's judgement and are allowed to reincarnate into another life.

Three: they fail the Eye of Justice's judgement and are forcibly sent to reincarnate into the life of a bug or a blade of grass or something else boring and tortuous.

Roier got to skip out on Purgatory entirely because he took the direct line to Hell. But maybe, just maybe, if he had died regularly, he could have seen his husband in Purgatory, and they could have reincarnated together.

...Ugh. Hindsight is a bitch.

-

(Roier is visiting his grandfather when the church bells ring.

"A witch!" he hears a woman scream, and his stomach fell right into his shoes.)

-

It's been 500 years, and Roier has gotten a bit of a reputation among modern witches for being one of the easier demons to work with. He'll help with their problems in exchange for information on a certain lost soul: if they hear from his husband's soul, they summon Roier. Or he'll help in exchange for some book recommendations for his son; Hell has many things, but it does not have a public library.

He isn't a particularly strong demon despite what his only angel friend, Etoiles, might say. Etoiles is just a silly little guy, don't listen to him!

-

(He never even got to say goodbye. They locked eyes as the flames rose, and Roier screamed his name one last time, and he hasn't been able to feel anything since.)

-

Jaiden was the first demon that Roier had ever met.

He was on the floor surrounded by the ashes that used to be his home. His husband's books were in charred tatters around him, but one managed to survive the fire. It was almost supernatural, but, like, yeah. Demon book, of course it was fireproof.

He was bleeding. He had offered his blood, and his soul, to the demon in exchange for his husband's life back.

She sat on the floor with him.

"I can't do that," she gently told him. "Demons can do a lot of things, but we can't perform miracles."

Roier's throat burned: smoke inhalation and grief.

"Oh," he said, small-sounding.

"But I can get his soul to Hell," she offered. "In exchange... you have to go to Hell."

His answer was immediate: "Yes."

She blinked. "I wasn't finished?"

"The answer is still 'Yes'. As long as I'm with him again, I don't care what happens to me."

"You'll have to turn your life over to Satan. You can't just go to Hell. That isn't how it works."

Roier shrugged. "That's fine."

Jaiden gawked for a moment before nodding and standing and extending her hand.

He took it.

And then he died.

-

But it's been 500 fucking years, and now Roier is being summoned by another witch for another deal. He'll probably have to help supply additional magic for some big important spell, that's basically all he's used for these days. He's more than a battery, thanks! He's a demon, he should be out, like, stealing souls and shit.

He goes, anyway, because he has to. If he doesn't, his contract is void, and he won't get to see his husband because he himself will be sent to Purgatory to be judged and, really, he does not want to deal with that. (The Eye of Judgement is fucking creepy, okay?)

There's the familiar pull at Roier's core, and the familiar blinding burst of light as he's yanked into the Mortal Realm, and the familiar smell of brimstone and evil that follows him wherever he goes outside of Hell.

The room is filled with blood red smoke as he appears- his trademark.

(The most important thing to a demon these days isn't evil, it's marketability.)

The witch in front of him, nothing more than a shadow hidden behind the smoke, coughs and wheezes and fans their hand in front of their face.

They're kneeled on the ground in front of a pentagram drawn in... what the fuck is this, strawberry jam?

Roier crouches and sticks a finger into one of the circle's markings. Careful not to break the circle, he pulls his finger out and licks the red stuff on it.

Shocked, he looks at the witch, and he asks, "Dude, what the fuck? Is this blood?"

What happened to chalk!?

The witch coughs at him indignantly. "I needed to make sure I got someone powerful."

Roier rolls his eyes and plops fully onto the ground, criss-cross applesauce. He wipes his blood-covered fingertip on his jeans. Newbies...

"Well, you got me," he says, humble to the core. (He may be a super evil demon now, but he isn't a dick.) "So... what's up? What do you need?"

The smoke in the room slowly starts dissipating, revealing the witch to be a man in what have to be the previous day's clothes. His head is still ducked, and his face is still hidden in his elbow as he coughs, but Roier could almost call him objectively handsome. Shame Roier's married, this guy would be fun to mess around with.

"I need to- fuck-"

The witch coughs one last time before finally managing to get a lungful of clean air. He raises his head, and Roier finally gets a look at his face, and-

"I need your help," the witch says, voice rough and rugged and absolutely heartbreaking. "I need to kill someone, and I need your help to do it."

"Okay," Roier agrees. He doesn't have a choice, being a summoned demon and all, but he doesn't think he could turn this witch down at all, because...

-

("Cellbit!" Roier screams.

He can see his face in his husband's glassy eyes, and then he sees nothing but the flames as they rise over Cellbit's head and drown him whole.)

-

The man with his husband's face frowns, suspicious.

"What," he asks, "just like that?"

Roier grins, fangs and all. "Just like that."

After all, he doesn't think he'll need any payment for this one.

He's finally found what he's been looking for.

[totallytatum]

『𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒』 plans are canceled and you are left to your own demise and securities. but you have trust right?

tags ⭒ mondern!sukuna, insecurities, lack of trust, worried reader note ⭒ this is a very very small drabble, i would like to possible rewrite this or at least make it longer but i had to put something out there as I couldn't get this little interaction out of my mind for days. w/c ⭒ 499 ( again, baby drabble )

Sukuna : won’t make it tonight. exhausted. love you. 

Your thumbnail remained between your teeth as you read the text before glancing up at the time, 10:15 pm. It was extremely early for someone like Sukuna to get to bed early. He never went to bed this early no matter how exhausted he was. And- he never canceled plans at the last minute like this either. Sighing softly you send a quick “ i  love you too, goodnight “ before locking your phone back up. It was okay right? It was just one night of canceled plans? Nothing to worry about. 

Nothing to worry about. Don’t get worked up. 

Rolling over onto your back, you focused on the ceiling. It’s not going to happen, not again. He’s really going to go to bed this time. He’s telling the truth you tried to convince yourself. Despite constantly trying to reassure yourself you were anxious, lost in the fear of a repeat. A repeat of Sukuna lying to you. The lie of secretly going out to meet her- or a different her. Someone that isn’t you. Maybe someone who was more like him, someone who was the total opposite of you. Different shade of eyes, different shade of hair, different type of personality and style. Someone one like him. Someone of his type. It wasn't a secret you were the complete observation that you were opposite. You were definitely sunshine in contrast to his gloomy shadow. You try to take it as a compliment when people bring up the comparison. You always gleamed at being the person Sukuna chose despite all these differences. You vividly remember the first time he introduced you to his friends. You were beyond nervous, picking at the skin around your thumbs, chewing on the inside of your mouth. You probably looked like a deer in headlights. You surely felt like one but he was always quick to reassure you that it’d be fine. They’d like you because he liked you. 

Slowly blinking you were brought back to reality. The previous situation, much like this one, makes your chest tighten. If he was meeting someone new would she do the things you did that made him feel good? Would she rake her nails down his back and against his scalp when he was worn down? Would she bring him lunch when he forgot to pack something? Would she bathe him in compliments just to see a smile that felt like it was only meant for you? 

Sucking another breath in you closed your eyes, begging whatever higher entity there was that this was all nothing but your insecurities getting to you. You played with the frilly end of your shorts before sitting up and moving to the top of your bed.Sliding under the covers, you shut the light off. It’ll be okay. He loves me and I love him. We trust each other right? You closed your eyes forcing yourself to fall into slumber. 

We trust each other. 

[amanda-519]

Malevolent Favorite Characters Results! 500 Milestone!!

I planned to post the Malevolent Favorite Character poll results at the 400 milestone. A few days ago, the poll had 320 responses, so I thought I'd have more time. I posted to boost the numbers, hitting 336 responses. Then Potato-lord-but-not and Percymawce-arts reblogged the link, and it blew up. Thanks to them and everyone who shared it!!!

When I first saw my notifications explode, we had 403 responses. After thanking Potato-lord-but-not and Percymawce-arts, it jumped to 413. Despite it being late, I started writing the 400 milestone post. While WRITING THE POST the number of responses jumped up 6 times! Making it tricky to keep up as I had to keep checking what the new response voted so I won’t miss their vote. 

I went to bed with 419 responses, thinking we'd stay under 500. But the next morning, after getting my birthday cake with my mom, I saw we had 478 responses! Yeah. I couldn’t post a 400 milestone list when I was so close to 500!

And then we hit 500! 500! Half of a THOUSAND!!! A number I considered would be an “end point” when I first made this poll! (Obviously it’s not going to be, I’m going to keep this poll up forever!) So! THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE POLL! FOR THOSE WHO STILL HAVEN’T AND WANT TO YOU STILL CAN!! Here’s the link! Your response will be in the 600 milestone post! (whenever that might be!)

Without further ado, let’s get into it! The results for the 500 milestone of the Malevolent favorite character poll! (Techinaly 502 responses, I wasn’t able to write it all done the moment we hit 500)

Who is your favorite character in Malevolent? (501 responses)

Arthur: 176

John:  130

Kayne: 81

Collins/ The Butcher: 24

Noel: 22

Oscar: 21

Yellow: 7

Parker: 5

Anna Stanzcyk: 5

Kellin: 5

The King In Yellow: 4

The Cab Drivers: 4

Yorick: 2

The Lighthouse Keeper: 2

Scratch: 1

Lily (animal): 1

Blinky: 1

Bella: 1

The Three Soldiers: 1

Faroe: 1

“Are you really making me choose between John and Arthur right now?”: 1 

���Both John and Arthur (don’t make me choose)”: 1

“Hard tie between arthur and john”: 1

“John and Arthur (package deal do not separate) (update: just saw this below and I completely agree)”: 1 

“I can’t separate John and Arthur”: 1 

“JARTHUR DO NOT SEPARATE”: 1

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Who is your favorite side character in Malevolent? (499 responses)

Kayne: 170

Collins/ The Butcher: 75

Noel: 73

Oscar: 68

Yellow: 23

Parker: 15

Yorick: 14

Kellin: 12

Faroe: 12

The King In Yellow: 11

The Trader: 9

Daniel: 5

Marie: 6

Larson: 2

Scratch: 2

The Hag: 1

Blinky: 1

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Who is your second favorite side character in Malevolent? (500 responses)

Kayne: 103

Noel: 100

Collins/ The Butcher: 86

Oscar: 68

Yellow: 25

The King In Yellow: 20

Parker: 17

Faroe: 17

Marie: 14

Larson: 12

Daniel: 9

Scratch: 6

Kellin: 4

The Trader: 2

Percy: 1

Yorick: 1

The Hag: 1

“Butcher”: 1 

“Arthur”: 1

“Alexander (Owl)”: 1

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Who is your third favorite side character in Malevolent? (497 responses)

Noel: 75

Oscar: 73

Collins/ The Butcher: 59

Kayne: 59

Yellow: 41

Faroe: 27

Yorick: 24

Kellin: 23

Marie: 22

Parker: 22

Larson: 15

Scratch: 14

The Trader: 14

Daniel: 12

The King In Yellow: 12

Percy: 3

The Hag: 2

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Who is your favorite minor character in Malevolent? (501 responses)

Lily (animal): 101

Anna Stanzcyk: 40

The Cab Drivers: 40

Bella: 36

The Canna: 31

The Lighthouse Keeper: 30

Lily (nurse): 30

Alexander (The owl. Aka, Owlexander): 27

Blinky: 23

Wraith: 19

Shub/Niggurath: 16

Michael Fuast: 13

The Three Soliders: 13

Adam Fry: 12

Uncle: 11

Amanda/Sarah: 9

Mathew: 8

Rafters: 8

Frank: 7

Armitage: 5

Henry: 5

Eddie: 5

The Vanguard: 5

James: 1

The Prince: 1

“woman on the train who gets offended at Arthur talking to himself”: 1

“Owlexander”: 1

“Kellin”: 1

“Scratch”: 1

“That one little creature thing from ep 16”: 1

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Who is your second favorite minor character in Malevolent? (497 responses)

Lily (animal): 59

The Cab Drivers: 39

The Canna: 38

Bella: 33

The Lighthouse Keeper: 31

Lily (nurse): 28

Blinky: 27

Alexander (The owl. Aka, Owlexander): 26

Anna Stanzcyk: 22

The Three Soliders: 22

Uncle: 20

Amanda/Sarah: 18

Shub/Niggurath: 16

Frank: 15

Rafters: 14

The Vanguard:  11

Adam Fry: 10

Michael Fuast: 9

Eddie: 7

Armitage: 5

Mathew: 6

James: 4

Henry: 4

“I was honestly a massive fan of Faroe from the morsels we were fed of how she was/acted”: 1

“WHERE IS KELLAN”: 1

“Roland Cummings”: 1

“You misspelled Michael Faust”: 1

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Who is your third favorite minor character in Malevolent? (484 responses)

Lily (animal): 59

The Cab Drivers: 43

The Lighthouse Keeper: 34

The Canna: 33

Wraith: 32

Lily (nurse): 31

Alexander (The owl. Aka, Owlexander): 27

Bella: 26

Blinky: 22

Shub/Niggurath: 22

Anna Stanzcyk: 19

The Three Soliders: 19

Amanda/Sarah: 17

Uncle: 15

Michael Fuast: 11

Rafters: 11

The Vanguard: 10

Frank: 9

Henry: 9

Mathew: 8

James: 7

Adam Fry: 6

Armitage: 5

Eddie: 4

“The woman behind Scratch/Lillith”: 1

“Im not fully through the show”: 1

“Marie:” 1

“Rollan Cummings”: 1

“cant choose!”:1

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Now this question is purely for me, but who do you like better, John or Arthur?” (498 responses)

Arthur: 144

John: 121

I literally can't decide. This question is killing me I love both of them SO MUCH.They're equal to me. Linked. I can't pick one without the other. Do Not Separate: 233

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And that’s all for now! I make reblog this post and add other bits, like maybe I’ll add the results for the other 100 milestones, or bits of what people wrote about their favorite characters. So keep an eye out for that if you’re interested! (also, since @percymawce-arts wanted to be tagged, here you go! I hope you find the results as fascinating as I do!)

[toasty-owoasty]

oh? you made it! well welcome to

TOASTS TRICK OR TREAT SPECTACULAR!!

[plain text: big, orange text in all caps reading "Toast's Trick or Treat Spectacular" /end]

[id: an image of a front porch at night. on the porch is a chair and drawn to look as if he's sitting in the chair is my sona dressed up as hakuri sazanami from the manga kagurabachi and holding a doctor pepper. on the porch's stairs are three different PNGs of bowls of candy /end id]

come, come, don't be shy! in case you're unfamiliar with the concept, inbox trick or treat is as simple as sending and ask to someone reading "trick or treat" and receiving something in return, usually an image. I have a lot of images though, so I thought I'd cut down and sort out the options into 3 different bowls!

[id: the same image as before, but cropped to only show the candy bowls. in each of the three bowls, there is now the cover and name of an image album which will also be described later in this post, but contain (left to right) gifs, art, and manga screenshots /end]

we've got options! and those options have HUNDREDS of individual pieces in them! so when you're going trick or treating, feel free to grab from any bowl. Hell, I don't expect much action here, so feel free to pick multiple pieces from multiple bowls! (I will set a per-person limit of five though.) for instance, ask for two screenshots, two arts, and a gif and I'll roll a random number generator for each pull, then give you the images corresponding to what the RNG spits out! or, if you're feeling particular, you can choose which piece you pull! each bowl has a set number of pieces, so you can fully skip the RNG! just so you know, smaller numbers will be older and bigger numbers will be more recent ;3 pay attention to the item count in the bowl descriptions below, that tells you how high you can go when picking. I plan to run this from now until Halloween, but really it'll keep going til I stop getting trick or treaters! have fun out there nyall!! bowl descriptions are under the cut <3

Gif Bowl:

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a collection of gifs I've saved over the years! at their earliest there are some from (shudders) 2017 though admittedly I'm not entirely sure if those ones still work. 285 items.

Art Bowl:

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this bowl contains... well not all, but MOST of the art I've ever made! from 1st grade art projects, to middle school ship art, to my more modern stuff! this is your chance to make me post it all. 493 items.

Manga Screenshot Bowl:

[plain: big-ish orange text reading "manga Screenshot bowl"]

when I read manga, I tend to read things my friends have read, and I always want to live blog to them. and if I'm reading something where I *don't* have friends that have read it, I still get the urge! this bowl contains the aftermath of those incidents, and includes screenshots from Pokemon adventures, one piece, jujutsu kaisen, golden kamuy, dungeon meshi, and others! 499 items.

[a-leg-without-fear]

Sharing an Umbrella🪻

leo my love...

Ship: Duke Leopold Mountbatten x f!Reader

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 499

Warnings: cursing

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

The New York City streets were bathed in swathes of neon lights, refracted by rain pelting the asphalt. Deep puddles lined the sidewalks like coursing streams. Small waterfalls leaked off rooves and gutters onto the pedestrians going about their business on this dreary day.

You and Leo were walking, hand in hand, from your shared apartment to your favorite bakery a few blocks down. A royal purple umbrella was held in Leo's hand to shield the two of you from the downpour. At one point your head had landed on his shoulder, the two of you huddled under your shelter.

Easy banter flowed between you. Talk of which coffee is the best, the correct way to cook an egg, and other menial discussions passed in clouded breaths. A dull chill had settled amongst the raindrops. It clung to your jackets in gusts of humid air. The cold burrowed through the wool material of your coat and started to seep into your bones.

Luckily, the bakery was in sight, the comforting glow from the windows shining on the pavement just on the other side of the road. You and Leo waited at the corner while the crosswalk sign flashed red. A small crowd of disgruntled New Yorkers gathered around the two of you.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" Leo asked a shivering woman to his right. She threw him a squinted glare, crow's feet deepening as she narrowed her eyes. Her disdain was met with Leo's signature, bright smile.

Green illuminated the gloom as you dragged your partner away. You sighed, shaking your head at his antics. He knew exactly what he was doing. Leo just relished in messing with people in inconsequential ways.

"I think she liked me," he mused, rainboots splashing in the curb's puddles. White stripes lined the crosswalk between you and your destination.

"Uh huh, yes dear," you returned with an air of sarcasm.

Leo answered your remark by dumping the rain that'd collected on the top of the umbrella over your head. You squealed, darting away and across the street, now thoroughly drenched. His boisterous laugh followed you as you hopped up onto the curb. Rainwater dripped from the hem of your coat onto the slick pavement.

"Asshole!" you called over the crowd. A few sideways glances were directed your way at the shout. It was only a few moments before the much drier Leo joined you on the sidewalk.

"Apologies, my dear. The handle must've slipped," he said through a knowing smirk.

"You're buying me coffee for that," you grumbled, not truly mad at him. How could you be? Even just being in his proximity made your brief annoyance leak from you into the puddles. And he knew it, too. That mischievous glint never left his hazel eyes whenever he was near.

"I'll even throw in a pastry," he added lightly. His warm hand brushed a trail of rain from the side of your face. You leaned into the touch, every trace of tension sapped from your body.

this is short and sweet :)

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[orcasoul]

Joel Miller head-cannons:

Joel When You Get Injured.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, injury.

Word Count: 499

"Where is she?!" Joel's commanding voice booms through the infirmary, echoing off the walls and filling the air, drowning out all other sounds. Bursting into the backroom, his heart lurches at the sight of you covered in mud with your arm in a sling. He crosses the room in two strides, engulfing you in his his strong arms, tucking your head into his chest and under his chin.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart! he began, breathlessly, "When I heard you'd been hurt, I thought..." shaking his head, he gulped the words back down, praying that the end of that sentence would never happen. He should have been there. He should have protected you. He's furious, not with you of course, but with himself for not insisting that you be taken off today's patrol. The one fucking time he's not there!

Once you had explained to him how a clicker had come out of nowhere, startling Annabelle, who in her panic had thrown you, causing your injury, and how your patrol colleagues had saved your ass, Joel realised just how lucky you were to come away with just a dislocated shoulder and some bruising. And he realised - with a sinking, crushing feeling - how easily he could have lost you today.

Just the thought makes him feel sick and he has to blink back the tears threatening to spill. He has to be strong now, for you. He listens, intently, as the doctor ordered a few weeks of rest, with no strenuous lifting or reaching with that arm, and as he explains how to do regular shoulder exercises to help with recovery.

Joel hates himself for not being there when you needed him - a fact he'll never forgive himself for - but he's here with you now, and he'll make damn sure you're taken care of while you recuperate. He'll do everything he can do for you. And he does. He cooks, washes the dishes, cleans the house, folds the laundry, he won't even allow you to reach for anything.

He takes every opportunity to touch you, whether that be cuddling you on the settee or in bed, or gently touching your arm or hip as you pass each other. He worries that he may be a bit overbearing on times, but if he is, you don't tell him so. It goes unspoken between you both that you understand where he's coming from. Joel Miller is a protector and a carer, and when he loves someone, he loves with a ferocious intensity that could burn the very sun.

And now, this is how he deals with his self believed failure, by seeing to it that your every need is met, that you're comfortable, that you're not in any more pain than you have to be, and that you know just how much he loves and needs you. This close call has shaken him to his very core, and one thing's for damn sure.. you'll never leave this town again without him by your side.