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How do you decide what kinds of things you want to write over?

Hi!!

So it kind of depends on what has inspired me lately, so my first fic on here was inspired by Greek mythology and I have been a huge mythology nerd for forever.

Music also plays a big part in my life so if I hear a song I really like a story can come from that.

So it is mostly just what my brain latches onto at that time!

Thank you for asking!

Sometimes princess is a grown man who committed multiple crimes

suguru wouldn't let you have floor time in peace. no way. if he finds your curled up on the floor he'll pick you up and swaddle you in blankets and put you on the bed petting your hair softly and telling you not to do it again scolding you with a pretty smile on his face

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

Thank you Nae! 🥰

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which little plushie are you?

(was tagged here by @massivementalitynut — tysm!!! this was cute 🥹)

🏷️ open tag!

“babyyyy,” gojo whines, phone pressed to his face as you hear the crinkle of hospital-grade paper beneath him. “I think they stole my bones.”

“…your bones, satoru?”

“yes. the ones in my face. my jaw? gone. cheeks? hollow. I am but a shell of a man.”

he’s high as a kite, clearly. still in the dentist’s chair, judging by the background noise — also by how you can hear yaga not-so-quietly telling the nurse to sedate him, not the swelling.

“are you now?” you coo, smiling as you sink back into the couch. “how’s my brave little soldier?”

he pulls the phone back, and — oh. oh, he looks ridiculous. his hair’s flattened on one side, cheeks swollen, sunglasses crooked, and someone’s drawn a smiley face on the gauze tucked into his mouth.

“they took ‘em,” he says dramatically. “took my wisdoms. said I had too many.”

“you had four. that’s the normal amount.”

he blinks. “what if I needed those for kissing?”

“you don’t use wisdom teeth to kiss.”

“you don’t know that,” he says, with the conviction of a man who absolutely does not know. “also. can we get milkshakes?”

“did they say you could have one?”

“not right now,” he admits. “but I wanna watch you drink.” he squints at you through the camera, gaze slipping lower. perv. “you’re soooo good at it.”

“okay, ‘toru.”

he slumps further into the chair, wearing the softest, dopiest expression — like he just realized you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. you are.

“‘m gonna marry you.”

“we’ll revisit that when you’re off those drugs.”

“we’re gonna have milkshake babies.”

“sure we are.”

he smiles, droopy and dazed. “I’ll always be in love with you, babe. even without my bones.”

“you still have your bones, satoru.”

“did you check?”

“I’m hanging up.”

you hear a rustle — followed by a loud thud.

“did you just fall out of the chair?”

a pause. then: “…no.”

you sigh, already slipping on your shoes.

“behave. I’m coming to get you.”

“bring a spoon,” he mumbles, “so you can feed me like a baby bird. and your face. miss your face.”

“you’re lucky you’re cute, satoru.”

Did ya'll know that there is Geto themed lofi on YouTube? I feel the serotonin and motivation coming back to me rn

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN

Thinking about Outlaw!Yuki who brings back things for you from her gang’s raids.

Anything that she thinks you might like is taken and presented to you with all the air of a supplicant before a Queen. Yuki spoils you so much and all you have to do in return is look pretty and maybe give her a kiss here and there. Out of everything she has brought back for you, your favourite was Nobara.

Yuki had found the girl abandoned in the town square. She had been so scared and maybe Yuki really did have a spark of maternal instinct. She had picked the girl up by her collar, like a kitten being picked up by scruff of its neck by its mother, and put her on her horse. The girl had kicked and hit her the entire way back. She recognises the same fight Yuki had when she was younger.

You had scolded her for thirty minutes when she presented Nobara to you like a wet cat. But soon enough you were mothering Nobara as if she was your own.

Yuki thinks that you guys make a good little family.