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welcome back warden commander.

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oh he is beautiful, literally gasped in public

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I am the god of the gaps

I am the demon of Sodom

I am the blood of an angel

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🆂🆃🅰🆁🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽 ⚰

From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻

Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.

All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!

Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down

If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can

Your kindness truly keeps us going

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at Momen & his family

Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people

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I really don’t care if I’m considered an annoying luddite forever, I will genuinely always hate AI and I’ll think less of you if you use it. ChatGPT, Generative AI, those AI chatbots - all of these things do nothing but rot your brain and make you pathetic in my eyes. In 2025? You’re completely reliant on a product owned by tech billionaires to think for you, write for you, inspire you, in 2025????

“Oh but I only use ___ for ideas/spellcheck/inspiration!!” I kinda don’t care? oh, you’re “only” outsourcing a major part of the creative process that would’ve made your craft unique to you. Writing and creating art has been one of the most intrinsically human activities since the dawn of time, as natural and central to our existence as the creation of the goddamn wheel, and sheer laziness and a culture of instant gratification and entitlement is making swathes of people feel not only justified in outsourcing it but ahead of the curve!!

And genuinely, what is the point of talking to an AI chatbot, since people looove to use my art for it and endlessly make excuses for it. RP exists. Fucking daydreaming exists. You want your favourite blorbo to sext you, there’s literally thousands of xreader fic out there. And if it isn’t, write it yourself! What does a computer’s best approximation of a fictional character do that a human author couldn’t do a thousand times better. Be at your beck and call, probably, but what kind of creative fulfilment is that? What scratch is that itching? What is it but an entirely cyclical ourobouros feeding into your own validation?

I mean, for Christ sakes there are people using ChatGPT as therapists now, lauding it for how it’s better than any human therapist out there because it “empathises”, and no one ever likes to bring up how ChatGPT very notably isn’t an accurate source of information, and often just one that lives for your approval. Bad habits? Eh, what are you talking about, ChatGPT told me it’s fine, because it’s entire existence is to keep you using it longer and facing any hard truths or encountering any real life hard times when it comes to your mental health journey would stop that!

I just don’t get it. Every single one of these people who use these shitty AIs have a favourite book or movie or song, and they are doing nothing by feeding into this hype but ensuring human originality and sincere passion will never be rewarded again. How cute! You turned that photo of you and your boyfriend into ghibli style. I bet Hayao Miyazaki, famously anti-war and pro-environmentalist who instills in all his movies a lifelong dedication to the idea that humanity’s strongest ally is always itself, is so happy that your request and millions of others probably dried up a small ocean’s worth of water, and is only stamping out opportunities for artists everywhere, who could’ve all grown up to be another Miyazaki. Thanks, guys. Great job all round.

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More of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick because I can't stop drawing him.

I couldn't decide on one angle so u get both :)

Price is fighting for his life to stay my number one rn.

Fellas, what do we think about OCs that are just self inserts? Asking for no reason...

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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happy 1010

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a big DAI commission for @ohmyarda!! 🧡 had such a blast with this!!

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Big Emmrich Volkarin energy

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papa has been coming for so long 😔 I hope he's alright omg

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i was asked one (1) question about an old threadfic with priceghost and so here is a break in my irregular, unscheduled ghostsoap content for ghostprice :D (not the threadfic in question cause that one was Christmas themed lmao)

this is about to be messy because i'm thinking of details as i go btw

medieval au ghostprice is what has been rattling around my mind recently and i'm well aware that this one has been used countless times, i think i read some stuff about medieval ghostprice but i don't remember any specifics to be fair

personally, i am torn between two things. king price and knight simon or captain of the guard price and simon being his second in command, just like in the games

however, what if i can make both happen at the same time?

king price with his loyal captain of the royal guard, simon, personal guard for the king, always one step behind the older man, never leaving him alone, scaring off any attempts at assassinations with his terrifying appearance and reputation as the best warrior in the kingdom, someone that has never been brought down by anyone other than the king himself.

bonus points and the second idea coming in if john started out as the captain of the guard and instead of the kings and queens being chosen based on bloodline, it was happening through elections, the ruler chosen by the court and nobles all over the country. john was serving under the previous king for many years, he was already beloved by the people, proved to be loyal and care only about the wellbeing of the kingdom and people and so when the previous king knew his time was coming, he recommended john as the next in line. the king didn't have any children either way, so even if it is a bloodline thing, there was no direct heir, no one to fight for the position. and surprisingly, nobles were supportive of the idea. he already had the royal guard and army behind him, after all, serving in both for years.

and that's how john price became the next king, ruling over the kingdom, becoming even more beloved by everyone. he was a fair ruler, took into consideration everyone, every perspective, cared for peasants just as much as for nobles. everyone was even in his eyes and in turn he earned unwavering devotion from his people.

where does simon stand in all this, you may ask? what about his reputation? how did he become a part of the royal guard?

how about him being a lone wolf for years, out of the army after roba, a small lord in the neighbouring country that was in a constant state of civil war at the time. simon was there for some kind of negotiation as a part of guard for some diplomat when they got ambushed, most killed, simon captured, we all know what happened to him in mexico after all. he got out, came back, donned a mask after what was done to him. he was a dead man, after all. there was no point going back to serving in the army when he was written off as dead.

he became a mercenary, a sword for hire when and where one was needed. in different kingdoms, wandering them over the years until he had a run-in in the kingdom he was born in, freshly appointed captain of the royal guard and the ghost. not because simon was being hunted. yes, all he knew was war and death, but he was mostly hired for protection, to scare off potential enemies. easy, mundane work that sometimes entailed some fighting. it payed well enough and he was content with it, as long as no one asked too many questions.

john was purposefully seeking him out, knowing that he wanted to at least talk with the ghost to see if he would be interested in collaborating with his men. that is, until simon saw his face, said his name like it was something fragile and john realised that the mysterious ghost was no apparition, but a man john thought he had lost years ago. safe to say, this ended up with a long night of teary apologies from the gruff, stoic captain, pouring his heart out about how much he regretted what happened to simon and how he thought he lost him. after that, it wasn't long until simon was a part of the guard, miraculously agreeing, surprisingly easy too. no one knew who the ghost was, still, only john. and price treasured him above anything else.

it was a long time since simon was treated like he mattered, first time in his life when he was handled with a gentleness he never knew before john's hands were on him. like he was made of glass and would shatter.

it's not that they jumped at each other, of course. it felt like a natural progression after long nights spent in each other's company, simon seeking him out after nightmares, just finding comfort and solace in each other's arms when it was needed.

their first kiss was shared maybe two years after simon joined his side again, a soft, hesitant thing when they drank after one of the bad nights, when simon finally told him everything that happened and john just held him, cupping his face and kissing away his tears, every scar, until he got to the one running through his lips, asking softly if he was allowed to do this, if he could step over this line, if simon wanted it as much as he did. nothing else, just soft, sweet kisses exchanged.

after that, it was so much easier actually, to give into the urge, the desperate need for contact and connection with someone. simon allowed himself that indulgence, letting himself touch and the touches to linger, being seen. they went slow, because john was afraid as much as simon was. not because of the stigma, because they were two men. this didn't matter to him. what he was scared of was doing something simon may regret. that he would take advantage of someone vulnerable who needed comfort and closeness. so they took their time with everything, with intimacy, with sharing how they felt, with just being together.

by the time price became a king, they were in a pretty stable place, or so he thought, because simon started pulling away suddenly and it killed john to see it. he didn't know what he did, what happened, that this lovely, gorgeous man was building a wall between them. between his new responsibilities, it was bloody impossible to get to the bottom of it.

and simon, simon was just back to being scared, so he put distance, trying to shield his heart from the pain he assumed would come sooner or later. because john was a king. because he was a king and simon was the captain of the royal guard and a man, and john would inevitably find a woman that was perfect for him and want to have a family, because simon was just something john could have when they were on even ground, but now john could have so much more.

it would take a lot of coaxing and a long time to convince simon that he was john's everything, that he didn't want anyone else, that he had no plans of marrying anyone that was not simon riley and he didn't care about leaving an heir behind as long as he could have simon instead. yes, john would love to have a family, but only if it included simon as his partner. he didn't need anything else.

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THE HOUSE MUST ENDURE

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THE CYCLE MUST END

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First Meeting

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Cardinal Terzo in Poland before all of his dreams were crushed or something.

Also inspired by the song "Группа Крови" by Kino. Like yeah he probably wishes he just stayed in the grass, except the grass is snow in his case.

Reference and close-up under cut:

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field practise.

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