Please Help Save My Family In Gaza

Please help save my family in Gaza🍉🇵🇸

I am Hashem, from Gaza. I lost part of my family, as well as my home and everything I owned. We are now living in a tent, and the situation is worsening every day.

With just a €20contribution, you can help save our lives and provide what we need to survive.

Here is the campaign link: [https://gofund.me/5b6f1940]

Any help, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our lives.

My campaign by @90-ghost

@gaza-evacuation-funds ( @el-shab-hussein @nabulsi )

I hope everything gets better for you and your family, as well as for the other people in your country. Stay strong and healthy!

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dear . . .

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( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ I'm not a professional writer. I started writing when I was 11, making Miraculous fics lol.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ You do not have permission to repost, copy, or translate my works on any platforms (even with credit), please respect.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ I make fics for fun and experience. I need a excuse to expand my english vocabulary, so there may be imperfections here and there.

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( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ WHAT I WRITE:

♰𝅼 Fluff/pure romance, angst, slow burn + gothic romance, psychological horror, mystery/thriller, forbidden romance stories.

♰𝅼 Platonic or romantic relationships. High school or college romance.

♰𝅼 Hurt/comfort and emotional healing themes.

♰𝅼 Dark fantasy or supernatural elements.

♰𝅼 Character-driven stories with introspection and emotional depth.

♰𝅼 I enjoy exploring complex emotions, personal growth, and inner conflict.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ WHAT I DON'T WRITE:

♰𝅼 Explicit NSFW or overly graphic content.

♰𝅼 Non-consensual or abusive relationships.

♰𝅼 Requests with strong political or controversial themes.

♰𝅼 Extreme violence, gore, or dark themes without purpose.

♰𝅼 Complex crossovers with unfamiliar fandoms.

♰𝅼 Characters or prompts that promote hate or discrimination of any kind.

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I only take requests in my ask box, refrain from sending multiple requests at once to ensure fairness to others.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ Patience and kind words are much appreciated. I reserve the right to decline requests that make me uncomfortable or go against my boundaries.

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( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ I may tweak or adjust prompts to fit my writing style, but I will stay true to your original idea — Please avoid vague requests like "anything" or "surprise me," as I prefer specific ideas to work with.

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Requests involving controversial topics will be handled carefully or declined.

Some genres I will not write and topics I will not write about, even with a warning and note before the work, are the following (including but no limited to) :

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ Abuse, self-harm, suicide, kidnapping, racism, animal abuse, non-consensual, and incest.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ I will only not write a request if I truly don’t feel inspired by it; then I’d rather not write, than write something that turns out bad.

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I did a lot today, I'm satisfied

Welcome... How are you, I hope you are well. I am Hani from Gaza. I am talking to you, and my heart is sad about what happened to me, my wife, and my children. I ask you not to ignore me and to support me until I reach safety. And if you cannot support me, share my story so that my goal can be achieved. My many thanks and gratitude to you 🎀

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #99 )

I hope you and your family are feeling better and can get through this! Strength and love!

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ENTER THE SHADOWS.

for the brave souls who stayed,

where nightmares are made flesh, and reality unravels.

Beware, Mortal...

HAUNTED HEARTS, romance - in general

Stories that delve into the forbidden, where desire and darkness collide.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤSanguine Whispers, (Ghost!Yuta Okkotsu x Vampire!Reader)

"She thirsts for more than blood in this haunted castle of eternal night."

THE CURSED VAULT, dark fantasy.

Ancient and cursed magic lies hidden, and only the most desperate dare to open it.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤThe Revenant’s Gamble, (Warrior!Satoru Gojo x Princess!Reader)

"A warrior returns from the dead, but the price of his second life is a curse that consumes his soul."

WHISPERS FROM THE VEIL, Paranormal Horror.

The voices of the dead whisper forgotten secrets, but listening to them can be dangerous.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤEchoes of the Forgotten, (Young Spirit!Toge Inumaki x Opera Singer!Reader)

"A young girl begins to hear voices coming from an old radio, cryptic messages from those who are no longer in this world."

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤThe Weeping Portrait, (Priest!Suguru Geto x Spirit!Reader)

"An ancient portrait, crying blood, hides the trapped soul of a woman seeking revenge from the other side of the veil."

THE UNDERWORLD FILES, Supernatural Mystery.

Forgotten cases, full of supernatural mysteries, where the inexplicable stalks those who dare to investigate.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤThe Demon’s Contract, (Lawyer!Hiromi Higuruma x Spirit!Reader)

"A lawyer is hired by a client who shouldn't be alive, to renegotiate a pact she made with a demon centuries ago."

THE SACRED OFFERING,

Short, dark, and deadly. For those who crave a quick descent into the abyss.

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Secrets not meant for mortal eyes. Tread lightly, for the knowledge here may consume you.

Dark fantasies, forbidden romances, and cursed fates are woven into each tale. Dive deeper, but beware—the further you go, the harder it is to return.

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ㅤ ❁્᭄͜͡ Sanguine Whispers.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤsummary: "Since you're so whiny and hungry, I'll let you drink my blood this once. But only this once!" "Did you really forget that you're a ghost and basically transparent?" “Oh. Oops.” cred: @me-writes-prompts 𖹭 ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤtags: alternative universe - supernatural, yuta okkotsu (ghost) x f!reader (vampire), angst, past lives, slow burn, dark fantasy, dark romance. ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ cws: emotional and psychological anguish, death and undead themes, blood drinking, violence/blood/gore (mostly simple mentions), self-destructive behavior, mental health issues. ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ count words: 1629 words! ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ playlist: Sanguine Whispers. ( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ chapter one. chapter two. next.

The silence in the castle was interrupted once again, but this time it wasn’t a whisper from the forest. It was a distant echo, barely perceptible, resonating through the stone walls. Something inside the castle had moved, something ancient, something that hadn’t been touched in centuries. You stopped dead in your tracks, your senses sharpened by hunger and the growing sense of danger.

Yuta watched you silently, his ghostly form floating beside you. “Did you hear that too?” he whispered, his voice heavy with concern.

You nodded, your eyes scanning the darkness that enveloped the halls. It wasn’t a presence from the forest that was calling you this time. It was something deeper, something buried in the very foundations of the structure. The echo resounded again, louder, like a faint heartbeat from the bowels of the castle. You didn’t know what it was, but something inside you urged you to follow it.

Without a word, you began to move. Every step you took made the echo intensify, as if it had been waiting for you, calling from the depths. Yuta stayed close, watching cautiously, but he didn’t stop you. He knew something had changed.

You descended the stairs to the lower levels of the castle, where the darkness was almost tangible, denser and more oppressive. The old chandeliers that once illuminated these corridors had long since gone out, leaving only twisted shadows crawling on the walls. Each step you took made the echo louder, as if you were getting closer to the source of a mystery that had remained sealed since you died.

“This isn’t a good idea,” Yuta muttered, his voice tense. “Whatever is down here… it should remain asleep.”

But the hunger inside you clouded your judgment. Every sound, every creak of the stones, made the desire to know more grow. Finally, you reached a door, massive and wooden, cracked and covered in cobwebs, sealed with heavy iron chains. An ancient symbol was carved into the surface, one you vaguely recognized from the old texts you had read in life.

“This place…” your voice was a whisper, and your fingers brushed over the symbol. “I knew it, once. This is the heart of the castle.”

“You knew it and forgot for a reason,” Yuta warned, though he made no move to stop you.

With titanic effort, you pushed the door, the chains groaning before giving way with a screech that echoed down the hallway. The echo was now deafening, as if the entire castle was preparing for the awakening of something that had been asleep for too long. On the other side of the door, a chilling cold hit you, as though the air itself was alive with ancient, dark magic.

The room you entered was small, barely a hidden chamber, but at its center was a stone pedestal, covered in dust and mold. On top, an object glowed faintly under the moonlight streaming through a crack in the ceiling. A reliquary, ancient and powerful, emanated an energy that made you stop in your tracks.

“This isn’t meant for us,” Yuta whispered, but curiosity overwhelmed you.

You approached slowly, feeling the relic’s energy vibrate in your veins, an ancient magic that drew you like a moth to a flame. You knew, deep down, that this artifact held answers, perhaps even the key to freeing yourself from the curse. But you also knew that all power came at a price.

When your fingers brushed the cold surface of the reliquary, a wave of images flooded your mind. Fragments of the past: the day of your death, the castle under siege, Yuta falling beside you, and then something else… something you didn’t remember. A broken promise, an ancient betrayal sealed in blood.

You released the reliquary abruptly, your hands trembling. The echo in the chamber suddenly ceased, and silence returned, as oppressive as before. Yuta floated beside you, his gaze fixed on you, though he said nothing.

“We’re not here by accident,” you finally said, your voice breaking with the revelation. “This castle… this curse. All of this is the consequence of something we did. Something I forgot.”

The weight of your words lingered in the air, sinking into the cold stone like a confession long overdue. Yuta’s eyes darkened, his ethereal form shifting slightly, as if the memories you had stirred were attempting to resurface from the depths of his own forgotten past.

“What do you mean?” His voice was barely a whisper, as though speaking louder would disturb something fragile, something better left untouched.

You struggled to find the answer, but the relic’s energy still thrummed in your veins, making your head spin. The images had been disjointed, flashes of a life before, but the betrayal, that feeling of shattered trust, stood out as vividly as your hunger. You couldn’t shake the weight of it, pressing down on you like the chains that had once sealed the door.

“Before we died,” you murmured, running a hand through your hair, “there was something—an oath. Something binding us here, to this place. And we broke it.”

Yuta’s brow furrowed, his spectral form flickering like a flame caught in a draft. “But what could we have done? I don’t remember making any oaths. My last memory is… is…” His voice trailed off, haunted by the same fragmented images that haunted you.

“The siege,” you finished for him, feeling the tension rise like bile in your throat. “We fought. We died. But there’s more. The castle—it wasn’t just our home. It was something else. A vault, maybe, or a prison.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, and with each word, the memories seemed to edge closer, clawing their way out of the abyss.

Yuta drifted closer, his gaze penetrating yours with a strange intensity. “What did we do? What were we guarding?”

Your heart pounded as you looked back at the reliquary, glowing faintly on the pedestal. It was as if the answers were right there, hovering just out of reach, but every time you grasped at them, they slipped away like smoke between your fingers. You shook your head, frustrated by the gnawing hunger, both for blood and for the truth.

“I don’t know. But it’s tied to this place. And to us.”

Before you could say anything else, a low, guttural sound broke through the silence—a groan from deep within the castle walls, as though the very structure was awakening with you. The floor beneath your feet trembled, the vibrations rippling through the stones like a pulse.

Yuta tensed, his form flickering as he glanced around. “We need to leave. Now.”

But you stood frozen in place, the weight of the past pressing down on you. Whatever you had unleashed, it was too late to stop it now. The chains on the door, the ancient symbol, the reliquary—they had all been part of a seal, keeping something buried, forgotten. And now, you had broken it.

The sound grew louder, a deep rumbling from below, as though the castle’s foundations were shifting. Dust and debris began to fall from the ceiling, and the crack letting in moonlight widened, spilling cold beams onto the stone floor.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t leave. This is where it all started. If I don’t find out what we did… I’ll never be free of this curse.”

Yuta’s eyes flared with frustration, but he didn’t argue. He knew better than anyone the depth of your determination, the way the hunger twisted your sense of reason. Still, he couldn’t help but plead with you one last time. “This isn’t just about the past anymore. Whatever’s down here… it’s waking up.”

“I know,” you said, and even as you spoke, the ground beneath you buckled slightly, the tremors growing stronger. “But I need to know.”

With a deep breath, you stepped forward again, closer to the reliquary. The energy around it pulsed, vibrating through your bones, and for a moment, you hesitated, unsure if you could handle whatever truth it held. But then, with a steady hand, you reached for it once more.

The moment your fingers brushed the cold surface, a searing pain shot through your body. Your vision blurred, and the images returned—clearer this time, sharper. You saw yourself, standing in this very room centuries ago, Yuta at your side, both of you alive, your hearts still beating. The castle was under siege, flames licking at the walls outside, and you were surrounded by shadows—figures cloaked in darkness, faces hidden.

A deal had been struck. A promise made.

You saw yourself kneel before the reliquary, speaking words you didn’t recognize but somehow knew had sealed your fate. Yuta had been there, silent, watching, and though you couldn’t hear his voice, you felt the weight of his disapproval. He had warned you, even then.

And then—betrayal. The shadows turned on you, the promise broken. Blood spilled on the stone floor, your own blood, mixed with Yuta’s. The curse had been born in that moment, binding your souls to the castle for eternity.

The vision shattered, and you staggered back, gasping for breath. Your heart raced, and your head throbbed with the weight of the revelation. The tremors in the castle had stopped, but the air around you was thick with magic, dark and ancient.

Yuta hovered beside you, his face pale, his form more solid than before, as if the truth had given him strength. “What did you see?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide with the weight of the knowledge you now carried. “We made a deal. We were supposed to protect something… but we failed. And now… now it’s coming for us.”

The silence that followed was deafening, more oppressive than ever before.

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