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i practiced my vocab for writing yet I distrust my brain when i finally use it in a sentence😭

being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

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You should write the most niche, indulgent fiction that appeals to you specifically, because it will be much more artistically authentic and valuable than corporate slop that has been focus tested to death to appeal to the widest audience possible.

Write for yourself and you will always be making authentic art that has an uncompromised vision, and you will gain an audience that appreciates that.

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me: *writing about a starving character who hasnt eaten for a while due to various reasons*

also me:

*stomach rumbles*

shii im hungry

*stares at my screen*

well, my stomach can wait

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✧⁠◝ Aki's Love for love's sake Master List ◜⁠✧

Current fic count: 2

Puddles and Broken Pebbles

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“Cha Yeo-woon!” Myung-ha shouts, trying to avert the man away from the edge. To no avail, he continued to stare at the sky, like it was guiding him forward.

—The rooftop scene. What if Myung-ha came late, and didn't have enough time to stop Cha Yeo-woon?

To Abandon Myself

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The ocean stared at him, asking him what's wrong, pulling him in for a comforting hug. He hesitates, the coldness of the water reaching his knees. It felt like a wake up call, to ease the tension plaguing him— it felt like an intervention.

But abandoning himself felt better.

—What if both Myung-ha and Yeowoon got transmigrated? After completing the mission, they both return to the real world, but Myung-ha forgets.

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To Abandon Myself

Angstpril 2025!! | Day 5: Memory Loss

Fandom: Love for Love's Sake / Love Supremacy Zone

Relationships: Cha Yeowoon/Tae Myung-ha

Ratings: Teens and Up Audiences

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Summary:

The ocean stared at him, asking him what's wrong, pulling him in for a comforting hug.

He hesitates, the coldness of the water reaching his knees. It felt like a wake up call, to ease the tension plaguing him— it felt like an intervention.

But abandoning himself felt better.

—What if both Myung-ha and Yeowoon got transmigrated? After completing the mission, they both return to the real world, but Myung-ha forgets.

Tags: memory loss, attempted suicide, alternate universe, transmigration, adult characters, orphan

“You should have let it end there.” A voice interrupted the silence, and Myung-ha belatedly realized it was his.

“Now.. What's all this for?” The words flowed so easily out of his mouth, yet he knew he didn’t have control over it.

The scene in front of him seemed like a memory, yet he couldn’t remember anything remotely similar in his mind.

“You regretted it,” Another voice spoke, and in contrast to the hidden anger of his, this voice was somber— like it was sympathising with him.

“I'm just giving you a chance. I was hoping if you saw yourself from someone else's perspective, you would learn to love yourself.” The man couldn’t hide his melancholic smile. “I thought if you learned to love someone, you would be a little happier.”

Myung-ha wanted to scoff, but words came out before he could.

“Learn to love, and then what?” His eyes ached, lips trembling, but he faced the man with the words he finally wanted to say.

“Everything was over. Both my lives at 29 and 19.”

As he said those words, a slow medley whispers through the airless darkness. It gained his attention. But as he looked around the endless void, he couldn’t find its source.

He looks back to his Sunbae, wanting to ask of the sudden unwanted music. Only to find a blank space from where the man once stood.

And suddenly Myung-ha wakes up.

Blinking blearly, he whips his head to the side, finally recognising the soft medley that woke him up.

He sighs, pressing snooze as he lays on his back again.

He’s been having these dreams too often than he could count, and he frankly doesn’t care. If these dreams served as a premonition of something— well, it was annoying as hell.

He laughs, both out of pity and self deprecation.

He raises his arm as he covers it over his eyes, another manic laughter coming out of him.

The stair’s cold pavement didn’t shake his exhaustion, nor did the laughter of the people around him.  

He sat there, staring at the starless night. The cold air caressed his face, as if to copy a hand gently nuzzled at his.

He remembers, but he doesn’t, of a hand cupping his face. He welcomed the feeling, he chased it, longed for it– but he doesn’t remember anyone holding him as preciously as those mysterious hands did.

His eyes traced the person’s arm, up to his face– but he couldn’t recognize the man. He tries to remember those eyes filled with tender devotion, an emotion he longed and craved, and he belatedly realized it was for him.

Yet he doesn’t remember, so he thinks it's just his brain’s way to make an escape for him, a way for him to be distracted.

He opens his eyes again as he lets out a sigh.

“It would be nice to have someone.” He mutters in the air, watching families pass by him, couples laughing with their hands interlocked, a kid running up to his mother– asking to be carried.

He tries to smile, to enjoy this beautiful night, but he feels he’s just grimacing– so he stops.

“It would be nice to have someone who cares by my side, someone who gives me chances when I fail and feel hopeless.” But he knows he can’t, and he knows he isn’t deserving of it. 

From the corner of his eyes, he makes out a strip of light in the air.

A shooting star.

He watches it pass by, leaving behind a crystal trail. 

For the first time in the night, he smiles. 

“I wish I’d disappear.” He wishes to the sky. As the star fades, so did his smile.

The shallow waters at the edge soaked his shoes. He can feel the sand and rocks piling underneath his insoles, an underwhelming but irritating feeling if he’s gonna be honest. 

He tries to breathe in the salty air, but even such a simple task made him despise the sea even more. He wonders how his mother loved it here when all there was to it was saltwater and fishes. 

He tried to love it, to please– or to let her see that Myung-ha was also her child, that they are similar in some ways. 

But, he couldn’t.

Despite forcing himself, to change his life for the better, It was never enough– for him or time. There was never enough time, because he lost it all before he could even realise it was gone.

He tried a lot of things to redeem everything back– yet everything was taken from silently.

The ocean stared at him, asking him what's wrong, pulling him in for a comforting hug.

He hesitates, the coldness of the water reaching his knees. It felt like a wake up call, to ease the tension plaguing him— it felt like an intervention.

But abandoning himself felt better.

The sea merged with his body, quickly reaching his chest. The water felt nice brushing up his skin, filling him up with the warmth he always wanted.

From a distance, he could hear a shout–a discrepancy from the loud waves of the sea, but he ignores it. It's none of his business anyways.

The water finally reached his neck, and the feeling of being choked by life disappeared in an instant, replacing it with goosebumps.

The waters suddenly turned erratic, and the waves pushed him deeper into its depths. 

Myung wakes up choking.

The airways in his body relished the smell of sea water more than the water he coughs out. A hand behind his back soothes the pressure, rubbing it methodologically.

Someone?

He swerves his head, facing the person supposedly there. He regrets that, as his vision suddenly darkened.

“Sunbae, don’t move too much. You just got out of the water, you still might feel lightheaded.” Worry echoed in the stranger’s voice, but he ignored that and focused more on the word he said.

Sunbae?

He finally had a good look at the man. His dark hair rustled in the wind as he kneeled down beside him, his eyes worried as if looking away would make Myung-ha disappear— it's funny how expressive this person is despite meeting for the first time.

“Thank god I got here quickly, I— I almost lost you.” The man’s eyes reddened slightly, but he quickly masked it over with a pout. The man opened his arms as he engulfed Myung-ha in a hug. Snapping out of his thoughts, he pushed the stranger off immediately.

“The hell?” Myung-ha said, his voice filled with confusion and anger. “Who are you? Why’re you hugging me a— and calling me your Sunbae? I don’t have a Hoobae with your face.”

The sand quickly sticks to his body, and it was starting to annoy him.

The man just stared at Myung-ha, stunned by his actions.

“Sunbae.. Do you not remember me?”

“No, and I don’t think I had brain damage since I remember my childhood up until now.” He spat, standing up as he dusted off the sand of his pants. Great, now his attempt failed by someone who had mistaken him for someone he knew.

But at the back of his mind, those expressive eyes and his touch sparked something in him— recognition? familiarity? But he doesn’t know the man in front of him.

He tsk’ed, walking away from the kneeled man. 

He’ll continue it next time.

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Do I have writer's block or am I just prolonging the WIP that's almost complete because idk if I want to post it

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Sullied Daisy

Angstpril 2025!! | Day 20: Fear

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Ratings: Teens and Up Audiences

Summary:

Mabel runs like a girl.

Tags: teenager mabel, aged up character, getting chased, scared, stalker, nowhere to hide, wounds

Leaves being crushed underneath her boots and tree branches being snapped off its roots lay broken in Mabel’s path as she sprinted.

Footsteps and thumpings followed behind— and Mabel panicked even more when she realized it sounded so close.

She jumps over fallen trees and bear traps, and she hopes this fucker gets trapped into one.

The footsteps lessened, but that didn’t calm her down, so she ran.

She sprints. Uncaring for the new holes on her sweater, or the way her hair tangled in each turn– she didn’t even care for the running tears ruining her makeup.

She ran until her breath was almost taken from her, she ran until her toes felt numb, she ran.

But then, she stills. From the corner of her eyes, she spots a boulder.

With no hesitation, she hid behind it. She trips as she reaches its behind, earning another gash.

She didn’t care if she got muddy as she sat down carelessly(it was quite sad her sweater’s all damaged). Her legs felt so exhausted, she thinks it’ll be tough to stand until a few minutes.

Mabel struggled to regulate her breathing— shitshitshit please.

In for ten seconds, out for ten seconds.

She repeated the phrase like a mantra, praying to whatever God out there to take pity on her and let her be invisible for once in her life.

She was so glad she vetoed the heels for today.

Her breath slowly returned to normal, but her ears picked up someone’s footsteps once again.

The drumming in her chest intensified. She covers her mouth with both hands, her nails embedding itself to her cheeks(she hopes it won’t leave a bruise). Biting down her lips, she prayed the man couldn’t hear her ragged breaths. 

Pleasepleaseplease

A tear falls out of her eye, but she’s trying her very best to stop a sob.

The forest sounds couldn’t enter her ears—the minute she heard those footsteps, everything deafened itself and made the man the only thing she should worry about.

His footsteps thumped heavily on the soil, and she can hear the man whistling with every step.

She heard that whistle before. Rummaging through her memories, she tried to recognize the man. 

Then it dawned on her.

Greasy’s diner, Ton’s grocery store, Mystery fair, Bowling alley. She heard the whistle far too many times.

She bites her fingers, trying to stop hyperventilating. It bleeds, though the pain distracted her enough to calm down.

The man mutters under his breath, but Mabel couldn’t hear him.

Then, the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

Mabel perks up her ears, and suddenly she can hear the forest once again.

Did he leave?

She contemplated looking over, but her legs couldn’t even move so she had no choice but to sit there.

She felt a wet drop on her shoulder. 

“This is a bad time to be raining.” She mutters to herself, looking up to see the dark sky.

But all she saw was a man. Perched on top of the boulder.

She stills, her expression frozen in terror as she watches the man’s mouth pant with saliva dripping down.

Realizing Mabel’s looking at her, he smiles. The kind of smile that wakes you up from a nightmare— but somehow, Mabel couldn’t. She wished she could.

The man licks his lips, another saliva string streaming down as she ravishes Mabel with his eyes.

“Found you.”

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Abandoned Freesias

Angstpril 2025!! | Day 4: “I trusted you”

Fandom: Among Us

Ratings: Teens and Up Audiences

Warnings: MCD(s), blood, gore

Summary:

It pulled a bone from her large wounds, and used it to bash her brain open. Her sister cried, begged and even held the monster’s leg to stop– but it only laughed at her, kicking her stomach gash.

Then the monster turned around, and gave Hayden a smile– a wide eyed and teeth out smile, like it was trying to replicate a human smile.

—This is me putting my OCs in the Among Us universe and making them suffer

Tags: betrayal, limbs, OCs, self-deprecation, old traumas, space ships, planets, different species, stabbing

Part 1 of 2

The navigation doors open, followed by a large clank as red threw his helmet to the side, uncaring for the machine it hits.

His eyes lingered to the co-pilot seat next to his, he blinks away the oncoming tears as he resolutely sat at the captain’s seat.

“It’s fine. We’ll find it.” He mutters to himself, a way of comfort to the weight that suddenly was placed on his shoulders.

An impostor got in.

How did it even happen? Was it during their pitstop at Amanopia? He remembers locking all airlocks and hatches before leaving. Nobody brought along any new people so it's not that as well.

He bit his nail as he dug through his memories, of instances of forgotten open hatches or broken vents but none came to mind.

But because of one single impostor, his crewmate got killed.

He couldn’t forget the stench, of how Yellow’s body seemed so mangled up. It was so cruel how it pulled out Yellow’s colon and wrapped it around his neck(did it strangle Yellow to death?) and he hated the way Yellow’s blood crept into the crevices of reactor—

He shakes his head, trying to forget what he saw. But no matter how much he did, the afterimages of Yellow and his gutted out stomach kept resurfacing.

He’s lucky he was with Green at the time, or else he would’ve passed out beside Yellow’s body.

It would’ve been a gruesome alarm, that's for sure.

He sighs into his hands, burying his face deeper as his fingers slowly etched on his bangs. He wanted to pull his hair, to trash Navigation just to vent his anger out, or just jump out the airlock.

But what he wants the most is to forget the smell. He really hated it.

It reminds him of memories from the past, of an arm clinging onto him— begging as they continuously dragged their severed leg.

He chokes on a cry, trying his very best to bury those unwanted tears into his palms. His eyes blur, and he could do nothing but wipe them profusely.

A hand suddenly claps his shoulder. His entire body tenses at the contact, and his flight or fight instincts resurfaced(and his crying got scared away by it unironically). 

He just wishes it wouldn’t kill him so bizarrely, and he hopes he could meet Yellow in whatever afterlife awaits him. He slowly reaches his pocket, he always has a screwdriver on him— and he hopes he hits it in its killbox, one casualty is enough for today.

“Hey, Cap.” Green’s sweet voice brings music to his ears, and he was so grateful it was her.

“Shit, Aki. You scared me so much— I could feel my heart walking away right now.” Red sighs in relief, melting into his chair. “I thought you were the impostor, I was so ready to stab you.”

He watched as Aki’s eyes widened, her irises shaking quite a bit. He feels sorry for scaring her, but he got scared as well! 

He watched her compose herself, giving a lopsided smile. “Oho? Captain’s using my real name, this is so not workaholic of you.” 

He playfully scoffs, “It’s just us anyways. It’s not like you don’t call me by my name.”

She just shrugs, pulling out her communicator.

“I’ve been trying to contact you, but you weren’t answering. I went to Admin and saw you here so I just walked in.” She opens up an incident report, handing the tablet to him. “Here’s the IR, I’ve included the clean break-in and untouched vents in the report. I also finished the Safety Inspection report, and have concluded that there’s no damage or misuse done by both crewmates and intruder.”

“Tedious as ever, you could’ve honestly applied for MIRA HQ instead of here.” He chuckles, seriously reading it through.

“You know I’m too adventurous for desk job shit.” She jokes, sitting down beside him. 

“Yep, and even if they did offer you a chance, I’ll be the one refusing in your stead— you’re our greatest Tech and Mechanic here and I’m too possessive to let you go.”

“Gods, don’t say the ‘p’ word again. It makes you sound like those TikTok alpha content creators.”

“Ew, what the fuck.” Aki just chuckles at his indignation, poking at his scrunched up forehead. He just laughs at her antics, playfully pushing her fingers away.

“Jesus, are you done making fun of me?” Her laughter slowly dies down, replacing it with a knowing smile he always knew.

“Now that I’ve made you smile— well, somehow, there’s another reason why I’m here.” She states, her sentences turned softer against her rough voice. “Are you alright, Hayden?”

He stops his trail of thoughts, giving space and focusing only at her question.

Is he alright? He genuinely doesn’t know, but at the same time he knew. It feels conflicting to brew out his thoughts properly after the incident. With the dread of knowing there’s a threat but couldn’t do anything gnaws at his fingertips— it bleeds to hunt the threat that decided to hurt his family, to put an end to a start he knew how it goes.

It hurts to know that he’ll have to experience it again.

With a shaky sigh, he confronts his feelings— though albeit messy.

“I’m not.” He grins at Aki, his smile showed the weakness of the leader of the ship, a vunerable side he only would show to his closest comrades. A smile that’s afraid of the unknown, a smile that showed cowardness, a smile that’s self aware and pities himself because he doesn’t know what to do.

“I’m scared, Aki.” The woman went in and hugged the man. The minute they touched did Hayden finally broken down the shiny walls he meticulously built. He let his tears fall down without shame, because he knows the person in front of him wouldn’t shame him for such weakness.

“It’s alright— It’s gonna be fine, Hayden.” Her attempt of comfort did little to him, but he appreciated it nonetheless. 

“We’ll find that fucking scum, avenge Yellow, then kick it out of the stratosphere.” She said resolutely. 

They departed the hug, with Red coughing awkwardly.  “Quite gorey, but I approve.”

She giggles at that. “Of course, my ideas are superb.”

“You somehow sound millennial saying that, don’t. I know you grew up with them but don’t.”

“Why? I think my vocab sounds superbbbb.”

He just sighs into his hands, a quite chuckle lets loose. He feels the weight in his chest lighten, so he faces Aki and asks.

“Can I rant? If you don’t mind?”

“Pink’s literally our resident Therapist— but sure, I’ll lend my pretty lil’ ears for free.”

He just scoffs at her, a small smile forming on his face. He glanced back to his palms, and shadows of red enveloped its surface.

He shakes his head, looking back at his clean calloused hands.

“This situation, it reminds me so much of my fledgling days ” Aki hums, urging him to continue. “I haven’t told you this before, but my sister was killed by an impostor.”

And suddenly, only the sounds of the engine whir filled the gaps of their cut short conversation. Hayden takes it as a sign to continue. 

“It.. dismembered my sister— in front of me.” He takes a deep breath, counting the beats of his heart. “They say that these monsters were mindless and stupid— and it can only kill because of instinct, but it's not.”

His space suit felt itchy. It somehow restricts him even if it's a size larger than his usual. His wings shifted from behind, and Aki notices it as she calms him down.

“Those things are sentient, they’re aware of their actions. And they loved it.” His face scrunches up, trying to forget the grotesque scene that monster left behind.

He watched helplessly as the monster ravaged his sister. It easily tore off her leg, sipping the blood dripping from it, saying how it doesn’t want to leave a mess despite it already did.

It pulled a bone from her large wounds, and used it to bash her brain open. Her sister cried, begged and even held the monster’s leg to stop– but it only laughed at her, kicking her stomach gash.

Then the monster turned around, and gave Hayden a smile– a wide eyed and teeth out smile, like it was trying to replicate a human smile.

“The monster that killed my sister— it smiled at me.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, incredulous of the information.

“Literally. It smiled as if to mock me.” He laughs, a wet and tired one. He wipes the moisture out of his eyes, giving Aki a shaky smile.

“I know you can't believe it, and I honestly didn’t at first, I thought I was– I don’t know, scared and started to hallucinate, but I don't think I did.” His voice felt small, he wanted to hide and bury himself under his wings like when he was young. He didn’t want to experience this again–and to his new family no less.

Aki shifts her body to face him, her eyes expressing her empathy. “I believe you.”

“You know you don’t–”

“I’m serious.” She cuts him off. “I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t lie about something grave like this.”

His chest unconstricts itself as the weight disappears.

“Thanks.” He expressed. “Thanks for believing me.” He met and told people of this short lived tale, most of them just called him crazy. 

Not wanting to cry again, he goes in for another hug, which Aki reciprocates.

Her hand gently patted his head, soothing his nerves.

Suddenly, a burn coursed through his stomach. The pain felt excruciating that he had to let go of the hug.

He pushes the woman away. “Sorry Aki, something–”

It was then he felt something dangling from his stomach.

He looks down and sees a kitchen knife lodged in deep, and blood oozing out disgustingly.

Without wasting time, Aki closed the gap between them as she held its handle.

Swish

With a pull, she drops the bloodied knife to the floor.

“Ops, sorry Cap.” She said sarcastically. Hayden looked at her in disbelief, clutching the fresh wound as his legs gave out. He glared at her with a mixture of confusion.

“Why?” Why would she stab him?

“You know better than anyone why.” She gives him her signature smile, but at the moment, it didn’t seem as comforting as before. She picks up the discarded knife, twisting it through her hands like a fidget spinner.

Even without looking, he knows the blood pouring out of him perfectly matches his suit. He wanted to laugh at that, but it would be hard ignoring the situation at hand.

“Don’t look at me like that, Hayden.” She snarked. “Though, I do have to admit. I gave you too much credit, humans really are such emotional waste.” Aki throws the knife at him, directly hitting his leg.

He lets go of his stab as he steadies his shaking leg. “Fuck.” Sweat pooled over his forehead as his heart beats out of his ribcage. He watched as the woman took slow steps to him, taunting him.

“With just simple words, we became friends– a comrade who entrusted me with confidential information!” she laughs, grating his ears as her now elongated teeth mashed against each holler. “It’s all your fault, honestly. Not mine. Now, you won’t get to protect this ship.”

“I trusted you.” He said with utter conviction, his voice tinged with being wronged. 

Aki, picking up his tone, raised her eyebrow.

“Well, it's your fault if you did.”

“We’ve been friends for 4 years!” He shouts, the pain exhausting his energy. “We’ve been together through thick and thin, through the times when command center was cutting off our supplies, or the time when we accidentally overrode the engine and had to stay at the living quarters back at Cep Cassalon– or the times when Pink invited all of us to her sister’s birthday parties– heck, even the kid liked you.”

“So.. why?” He said through gritted teeth, stopping the tears that reached his chin. Aki stayed silent, watching the man with an unknown expression.

“Did everything mean nothing to you?”

He’s gonna die anyway, so he’ll be as loud and annoying as he can.

It scares him that she stood still there, her mannerisms were gone. His Aki never stayed so still as the person in front of him did.

“Did you lie about everything? About being abandoned at Galsec Seven, or getting into Mira University, or–” He stops, watching Aki’s irises shift into red. “Is your name even Aki?”

He wanted to talk more, to vent his frustrations and cry–but he was met with a hand on his mouth as tentacles spawned from her behind.

Each of them stabbed through him. To his lungs, his neck, and to his feets. At this point, his body started to numb. His vision started to darken, but he did his very best to stay alive.

Hayden’s eyes lingered to her face, expecting a sadistic smile like the impostor that killed his sister. But all he saw was her blank expression, no demeaning smiles or angry smirks.

Nothing.

He smiled at that, his eyes fluttered shut as another burning stab hit his chest.

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Gaza Does Not Die… But We Are Bleeding ✊

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I am Musab Ahmed. I once had a home, I once had a life… but now, everything I knew is nothing but rubble. My house was completely destroyed by the relentless bombing that took away even our memories.

My body did not escape this war—I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, but I still need another operation to regain my full mobility. Yet, the greatest pain is not mine… it’s the pain of my daughter Lama, whose little hand could not withstand the bombing. She was injured and had to have a metal plate implanted in her hand, and we are still struggling to get her the treatment she needs.

All we ask for is a chance to live… A life that was stolen from us under the bombs and destruction. We need your support to continue our treatment and to try and rebuild what’s left of us.

Help us stay strong—Gaza is bleeding.

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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

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Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

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Just added another short fic to the list!

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Current Fic Count: 3

A thoughtful last goodbye(and a farcical hello)

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“I’m sorry, the person you’re trying to call–” In-ho threw his phone away in anger. He backed off the walls and took an old cup sitting idly by the table. He remembered buying this for him with his first paycheck and reminisces how Gi-hun liked the bunny and wolf design it had. He clutches it hard and throws it at the wall near him. He stands still, his uneven breaths shaking the now quiet apartment. He was tired, so tired. This was the first time in his life that he felt all kinds of emotions–and it has only been a week. —ORRR a 457 AU where the reason why In-ho went into the games was for his lover, Seong Gi-hun.

(Not)Cafe Dates

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“Is Kang Sae-byeok not here?” Nobody answers her question. She sees other people shrugging so she was about to mark her as absent when the lecture doors bursted open. Standing in the center was a woman with a haphazardly worn jacket and untied shoelaces. Ji-yeong questions herself on how she can even see that far but focuses on the notable freckles of the woman–it reminded her of the glistening stars she saw once in a planetarium. Wow, totally my type. “I’m Kang Sae-byeok.” —In a universe were the world was more forgiving. A life where Kang Sae-byeok and Ji-yeong meet once more.

Quiet dinners and bitter aftertastes

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She just wanted to have a nice conversation over dinner with Saebyeok—how’d it even turn from that to her smoking her sixth cigarette at Han river?

[This is under my (not)cafe dates universe + this scene is set in the future BUT it can be read as a standalone]

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words that he couldn't forget

Angstpril 2025!! | Day 7: “It's all my fault”

Fandom: Original Work

Ratings: Teens and Up Audiences

Summary:

He watched his face scrunched up, like he was trying to remember what he did. Of course he won’t, they always didn’t. –A few days before near the rails, this is the argument mentioned there. This can be read as a standalone.

Tags: OC, miscommunication, smoking, arguments, mentioned mlm

Part 1 of 2

SLAP

Tim’s cheek reddens, but somehow the slap didn’t hurt as much as his father’s next words.

“Were you smoking?”

The chilling look his father gave him crept into his memory for as long as it could. 

How did he find out?

The man throws his phone on the table, on the surface was a picture of him and his lover. It was a stolen shot, a terrible one really–with him mid puff and a blonde laughing beside him. 

“Did this boy here teach you?” His father’s face was red, but somehow more redder than his cheek.

It was funny, honestly. He wonders who followed them to their secret hideout.

“Answer me, Tim!” The man huffs as he turns away, opting to sit on his chair. “I should’ve known this is what you do with that boy, his face says all I need to know he’s trouble.” 

He bites his lip, staring at the floor as his father’s scolding rips his ear out.

The man just massaged his temple as he sighs “How could you do this Tim? Do you know how disappointed your mother would be if she finds out?”

He hears low footstep near the living room, he guess his little brother got woken up from the screaming.

“–I never raised you to be an addict! Nor did I raise you to pick bad apples, you know better than anyone when it comes to choosing the right crowd.” 

He clenches his hands together, biting the insides of his cheeks. He wanted to leave, but his voice got stuck in his throat, unable to say a word. 

“—and your choice of friends is with a narcotic? Kid, if you’re looking for fun, try something else— heck, you can hang out with Gab if you’re looking for company.” At the mention of his little brother’s name, he heard his feet shuffle under the carpet.

He raises his head, looking at his father. 

“It’s not—” Finally, he got the courage to talk, but was quickly shot down by him.

“I don’t want your excuses. I’m talking to your mother later about transferring you.”

“What?”

“And I forbid you to meet up with this boy again.” With finality, he snatches his phone from the table. “I should’ve known, this is a mishap.”

Tim watched his father leave the dining room, all energy from him suddenly rejuvenated. He catches up to his father, clinging onto his arm to stop him.

“Fine, I’m sorry I smoked. I’ll accept being grounded for a year with no phone— but I won’t accept transferring and not seeing Olliver.”

This was the first time he talked back to his father.

“And Olliver wasn't the one who taught me, he doesn't smoke. You can clearly see in the picture that I was the only one puffing.”

His eyes moistened, but he remained still as he waited in bated breath for his answer.

His father grabs his hand, and pushes it away.

“That is no excuse.”

He scoffs as the flame in his eyes intensified.

“Why? I already told you he doesn’t smoke.”

His father just gave him a disappointed look. Tim wasn’t fazed by that, he gave that look to him too many times to count. 

“That doesn’t excuse him, it was probably his influence as to why you would do that. Who knows, he might influence you further.”

He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, he doesn’t even know Olliver like he does!

“You sound so self righteous when this family is the reason why I smoked.”

He never heard silence this loud, even his father’s habit of breathing heavily was replaced with that static sound whenever you hear nothing at all.

It felt suffocating under his gaze. All of the sudden, he feels like he’s not talking to his father anymore.

“And why would we be the reason?” His father asks in a low voice, turning his body to face him fully.

“Nobody in the family asked you to do some experimental pot smoking or gave you a few to puff. And don’t give me the ‘your expectations are stressing me out’ bullshit when all we ask you is to study well.”

Tim snaps at that, letting out a deranged laugh as he topples over. 

“You’re making me out for some spoiled kid with those words.” His laugh dies down, an angry smile plastered on his face.

“Not only stressing me out, but molding me into the ‘perfect child’ you both desperately want!” He shouts for the first time. “You think it's easy meeting your over-the-top expectations? Even my friends are more worried than you guys could!”

He breathes in. He will not cry over this.

And breathes out. “Ever since Mae Ann left, both of you desperately kept looking for your golden child until you guys passed it onto me.” He hated the way his voice shaked.

“You controlled my entire life ever since she left! You never gave me breathing space a- and I even passed out several times just to get on top. Just to make you proud.” He noticed the way his father clenched his hands. Funny how he lets him continue, is this his way of hearing him out then lashing out later?

“When I failed my geometry exam, do you remember what you said?”

“I don’t—”

“Exactly, but I’ll say it word for word so that you can.” He cuts him off, and how he loved doing it for the first time.

“ "Don’t give me that look, go back to studying. I’ll be giving back your inhaler when I see better results after your re-examination. Your sister passed any subject with ease, so why can’t you?" ”

He watched his face scrunched up, like he was trying to remember what he did. Of course he won’t, they always didn’t.

“You always compared me and Mae Ann, it was always about her and you and never about me and what I wanted. You guys just wanted another version of my sister.”

“Since Mae Ann joined the debate club, you expected me to join—heck, you even forced me to join the student council.” He laughs at that, he hated the way his mother had to bribe the club moderator just to let him in.

“You know I had social anxiety, but you just chalked it up to be something I’ll grow out of, and the funny thing is I didn’t. I didn’t learn to grow out of it— I just became an egotistical recluse and a stuttering bigot to others.”

“Sure, I’m sorry I couldn’t be like my sister, It’s all my fault. It’s always my fault and I’ll accept it if you want someone to blame.”

He calms his shaking heart, his brown eyes meeting blacks. “But I won't accept you slandering Olliver like that.”

He saw his father sigh as he was about to speak, but he cuts him off before he could.

“Olliver was the only one who truly understood me, and didn’t leave me when people suggested he should— and I fucking love him for that.”

His father stills at his words.

“So no, I’m not leaving my new found friendships and boyfriend for your fantasy.”

SLAP

Does his face look like he loved receiving slaps? If he had a nickel for every time he got slapped, he’d have three. Which isn’t a lot but it's concerning that it happened thrice.

He wanted to laugh at his own joke, but the next words his father said felt like he dumped a bucket of water on him and threw stones in stones.

“You’re dating? And with a boy?”

Shit, he forgot.

This is the reason why he kept it away from his family, and one angry slip up was all it could take.

His father pulled his collar, and if looks could kill, he would be dead on the spot.

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