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how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr

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i đin't look at the ref at all so i might messed up abit, BUT anyways, WAYAHHH demon tanjiro

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Save my children 🚨🍉🇵🇸

In a world torn by conflict and devastation, there are those who have lost everything. Imagine a father who once provided safety and security for his children, now standing amidst the ruins of his life. His home, his memories, and his children's future—everything has been reduced to ashes.

This father now faces the unbearable reality of watching his children suffer, with no means to provide them with even the most basic needs. The anguish in his eyes tells a story of despair, of a man who has been stripped of his dignity, and left with nothing but the will to protect his family.

We are reaching out to you, to your compassion and humanity. Your contribution, no matter how small, can bring hope back into this father's life. It can put food on the table, provide shelter, and give his children the chance to dream again.

Please donate today. Show the world that in the face of such overwhelming loss, we can stand together and make a difference. Your kindness can rebuild a life, restore hope, and remind us all of the power of generosity.

Thank you all 🙏🙏

I have reblogged their post, please, to anyone who sees this, if you can, donate. I currently cannot from the postion im in, yet it would bring so much hope if you did.

About my writing, ive taken a long break since my mental health is recliening alot. I may get back into writing, yet not for cod sadly.. ive overcome (so to say) my hyperflixtation of it, and will update my intro someday

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Dear Friends,

My name is Ola, and I am a mother of three young children. I have lost everything in the war. My husband, who left ten months ago before the war began, has been unable to return due to the closure of borders. In these harsh and unforgiving circumstances, I have lost my passion for life, and despair has filled my heart. The absence of my husband, the pillar of our family, has left me to face this nightmare alone.

With no income and no one to turn to, I have created a fundraising campaign, but it is struggling due to the lack of donations and the limited sharing of my story.

We desperately need your help to reach our goal so I can provide my children with a roof over their heads, food, water, and medicine. We are on the brink of losing hope.

Where is the world when a mother and her children are left to suffer in silence? Where are the human rights, the rights of children, the rights of women, in times like these?

Please, help us survive. Your donation, no matter how small, and your willingness to spread the word, can bring light back into our lives.

If you would like to check out our campaign, you can request our Instagram account, as Tumblr is very private to share our situations and actions.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart

Sincerely,

Ola,

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URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hope to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

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URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hope to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

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why is no one writing x male readers for gavin reed? someone give me some mean gavin reed request

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crying

Masterlist I Commission slots available

Anya Belongs to @sofasoap. She likes making new friends.

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Real, the only wrong ones is ghost/Konig and laswell/any male character

TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow

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Happy Pride Month

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Of all the ppl Price could've chosen...

And he fell for the smug ole Russian who considers his vehicles his children.

It was involuntary. He didn’t even realize he was actually in love with Nik until it was too late. He was just flirting for the fun of it, not realizing he was genuinely flustered. Laswell told him he was in over his head and he laughed her off. Jokes on her, they’re married and Nik makes way more money than him and he hasn’t had to buy dinner for the past six years.

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"Whats the softest way to say, you took away my friend. My buddy."

Paring

Soap x GN!Reader

Warnings

part 2 of this fic

angst, hurt/slight comfort (for Soap), reader is dead, wrote in class (again, i have nothing to do here i swear, any other tags from the first fic

Summary

your death hit him hard.

Guilt hit him the moment he sat down on the empty bed. No one hugged him when he got through the door, no one comforted him, nothing. He could hear a pin drop from how still he is.

He felt.. empty. He was less happy, less active, everyone noticed but hey, you died like 2 hours ago.

Johnny wasn't a man that would smoke. He hated the smoke, it you did. Playfully blowing the smoke in his face just to see him flap his hand to get the smoke away. Soap did, now he did atleast. As much as he hated it then, he misses it so much now. He was standing alone, at the porch, staring off to the beautiful starry night. You always loved stars and stargazing. "You made the sky so pretty, lad." He whispered to himself. He smiled and closed his eyes. Thinking of your beautiful smile, the way you lifted, you smile and small wave when you saw him. It meant just small gestures or things here and there. How he misses the way you nudged him playfully when you made a joke, the way you would light up when seeing him despite being grumpy towards everyone the whole day, how you took care of him when he got sick, how you would hug him and never let go when he's back from a misson, same when you wouldn't let go when he was preparing to go on said misson, ect.

He dropped the butt of the cigeratte, crushing it under his boot. Before walking back in. Ignoring the worried questions of his teamates. Walking straight to his quarters. He closed the door and laid in bed again. He thought. Thought about his first impressions, the first date, the first kiss, the last kiss, the last date, his last impressions. It hurt, really. The fact you wont be here for him, wont be here for anyone. He did feel sad, angry, he felt.. numb. nothing felt right anymore. He wasnt hungry, he wasnt tired, he just wanted to lay in bed, and forget.

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i got like 3 drafts rn i give up ghr

go follow my nswf acc: 🔞 DeKa!!

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NEED MORE NEOW

Welcome to Silent Hill - Part 2

TF141 x gn!reader

Series masterlist

TW: MDNI 18+, canon typical violence, canon typical horror, threat, body horror, injury detail, mental instability, memory loss

Nothing changes for a while as you walk with the four soldiers down the mainstreet of the place called Silent Hill. A seemingly endless row of dark and empty shop fronts, bars and buildings lining either side of the road, shrouded in the creeping, dense fog. Nothing moves apart from the five of you, and thankfully no radio static begins as you crane your ears for sound that would warn of approaching… things.

Soap, the mohawked man, walks ahead of the group at Price’s order, seemingly to keep an eye out for anything strange. Well, you think to yourself, even stranger than what’s already going on. The baseline for what is weird in your life has been shifted dramatically.

“Cap,” Soap suddenly says, low and urgent, “there’s something in the road up ahead.”

The group slows, weapons raised and they move you to the middle without any apparent discussion about it. You almost don’t notice the way you go from walking beside Ghost, to suddenly being encased in a circle of tall, broad bodies, barely able to see past them.

“That’s… unusual,” Gaz says with consternation. You peer around his shoulder trying to see what’s going on, but fail as Price closes the gap.

“Bloody hell,” Price mutters, “is there anyway around it?”

Eventually they separate and you see the problem. A huge crack in the ground cuts clean across the road ahead, as wide as a football pitch.

“It carries on as far as I can see either side,” Gaz calls back to Price as he peers around the severed edge of a building at the side of the street.

“Was there an earthquake?” you muse, peering down into the yawning chasm that cuts neatly across the street. It’s deep, the bottom swallowed by darkness.

“Can’t have been,” Gaz replies, “otherwise we’d see damage to all the other buildings. A quake big enough to cause that sized crack would have flattened the whole town.”

A stone skitters over the edge and sails down into the darkness below, sent by the toe of Soap’s boot. Your eyes follow the stone’s downward fall, a strange pulling sensation making you lean forward as it goes.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” he mutters, listening for a landing that never happens. “That’s a long way down.”

Your eyes water as you feel yourself being tugging gently closer into the beckoning darkness, your muscles obeying some unheard call, willing you to move to the edge and lean over just a bit more….

“Whoa, careful,” Soap laughs, grabbing your arm and jerking you back suddenly. “That’s certain death down there, gotta be more careful.” His blue eyes bore into yours, a wrinkle at the corners of them as he frowns at your carelessness.

“Right,” Price calls firmly, ringing everyone back into focus. “We make our way around this, the road past the hospital is our next best option.”

You follow along, confused by your actions, and feeling the slightest of tug in the middle of your chest. As though a fine thread were attached to you, pulling you back towards that wide open, hungry chasm. A nudge against your arm jolts you from your thoughts.

“You solid?” Ghost asks quietly, his unreadable eyes looking down at you from behind his mask.

“Yeah, yeah I just feel… felt… odd back there,” you reply unconvincingly.

“You’re not going to do anything stupid are you?” he continues, blunt as a kick in the teeth, and you can’t help but smirk. Anyone else probably would have been a lot more gentle asking something like that, but not him it seems.

“No, I’m not planning anything drastic,” you assure him. “I think this place is just getting to me. I feel like something is watching me, its fucking creepy.”

“You’re not wrong, this place is… I don’t know what. Just keep close, and don’t let it get to you,” he tells you, walking a little closer beside you. The brush of his sleeves against your arm is a comfort you didn’t know you needed and you continue to walk close beside him. For a while you simply keep pace, conversation dried up with the increasingly sense of wariness

Twice more your path is interrupted by impossible chasms gouging the earth and tearing wounds into the ground.

“Why do I get the feeling we’re being funnelled somewhere?” Price mutters as a third chasm turns you from your path. Frustration drips from his words.

“It feels like the whole town has been sliced off from the world,” you agree, not wanting to mention the tugging feeling behind your eyes everytime you see one of the pits in front of you. “Between the fog and these cracks, it’s like we are even in the real world anymore.”

“What I’d give for a working radio and Nik right now,” he grunts and glances at his watch. “Keep moving, we’ve got more ground to cover before it gets dark, and I’m not risking being exposed when night falls.”

“What do you think will happen at night?” you ask him, heart thudding as you begin trailing after the bearded Captain once again.

“I don’t know and honestly, don’t want to know. This place is not normal,” he answers cryptically. He chews on a cigar, a habit you noticed he does when his frustration rises.

The noise starts low, barely noticeable over the sound of boots on the road, but it creeps higher and higher until the buzzing vibrates the hairs on your skin. A large building looms out of the fog, the sign over the door reading Brookhaven Hospital in dull, red letters.

“Shit, we’ve got company,” Gaz hisses, grabbing at the radio on his chest to try to turn down the hissing, buzzing noise that signals an approaching nightmare.

“You,” Ghost snaps, grabbing your arm firmly, “down.” He pushes you firmly down behind an abandoned car and stands over you, his legs caging you against the door of the vehicle. You can’t see what’s happening.

“Bloody hell, how many are there?” Gaz whispers.

“I count eight,” Soap answers in a tense whisper, waiting for Price’s order.

“We’ve got limited ammo and no resupply, don’t engage,” Price announces, “we go around them.”

“Price, this door isn’t locked,” Soap calls, the door to the hospital entrance held open in his hand as you peer between Ghost’s legs.

“Move inside, we’ll cut through the hospital and conserve ammo,” Price whispers. Ghost grabs your bicep and drags you with him as they move to the large door of the building and inside. The radios stop making their pained crackling as soon as the door clicks closed behind your small group. The inside of the hospital is much as you’d expect, empty and echoing, uncomfortable and deserted.

The entrance foyer contains the expected rows of seats, a few knocked over and abandoned on their backs. Potted plants sit in pots looking limp and sickly, and the large reception desk sits empty, files scattered on and around it. The feeling of wrongness that permeated the air outside feels markedly more noticeable here, and you swallow down rising bile.

“I don’t think we should be in here,” you say quietly, but no one pays you any attention as they scan the room and check doorways. The walls are painted in a pale green, with dark grey tiles covering the floors. Fluorescent lights flicker on the ceilings, casting a sickly light worryingly similar to that outside in the fog.

“Clear!” You hear them call to each other, until they are satisfied it’s safe. Or as safe as can be.

“Could look for some supplies while we head through to the another exit,” Ghost suggests. “Place like this will have multiple exit points.”

“Good plan,” Price agrees, patting the large man firmly before nodding to Soap to take the lead again. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you hiss at Ghost, getting as close to him as you can without risking tripping him up.

“It’s all we’ve got right now,” he replies grimly, “sometimes you have to pick the better of two evils and go with it.”

“Is that what you guys do? Pick the less terrible option?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugs, never looking at you as you follow Soap’s lead through the pale corridors lined with medical equipment and empty gurneys and wheelchairs. “It’s what soldiers do in the field.”

“Sounds like a hard life, having to make decisions like that,” you muse, glad to have someone to talk to.

“Humph,” he grunts noncommittally, “you learn to live with it. You don’t get much choice if you want to get the job done.”

“It must leave you with lots of bad memories,” you hear yourself say, but those aren’t your words, you don’t know where they come from. You glance at Ghost and see his eyes boring into you, sharp and cold suddenly at your callous comment.

“Where are you going with this?” he demands.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” you stammer and look away from him quickly. Thankfully he lets the conversation drop, and you stay quiet.

“Shouldn’t we have found an exit by now? How big is this place,” Gaz observes after another ten minutes of endless corridors.

“We’ve been going north the whole time, let’s bust a window open and,” Soap begins to say more but stops suddenly, brining the whole group to a stop by raising his arm.

A siren wails, ripping through the still air like a saw blade, making your entire body lurch in panic. The four men tense, weapons raised and eyes scanning the area. Somehow you feel better seeing them react, as for a moment it felt like the noise was inside your skull rather than outside it.

“Is that an air raid siren?” Gaz puzzles. “There’s no way anything’s flying in that mess out there.”

“I dinnae like… wait… what the fuck?” Soap begins to answer him but stops mid sentence, peering at a section of the wall near him. As the siren screams its mournful call, the pale paint on the walls around you begins to peel and curl as if with advanced age. With a lump in your throat you watch as the little clumps fall away from the wall upwards in defiance of logic and gravity, even the flooring crumbles and dissolves, uncovering a dark, rusted metal grate beneath.

The weak lights gutter, the windows becoming grime encrusted and impotent, smothering the disturbing scene in a choking darkness despite the time of day outside.

“What’s happening? Why is everything changing?” you whimper, tears making the unnatural scene waiver even more as the soldiers switch on torches attached to the vests and weapons. The siren drones on, forcing you to press your palms over your ears, but just as you feared, the dreadful call isn’t muffled in the slightest. It’s inside your skull but everyone is hearing it. You drop your hands rather than face the reality of this unreality.

“This isn’t in the field manual,” Ghost mutters behind his mask, shifting his shoulder slightly as though readying himself for something in the dark. Rusted metal grates and sheets or rusted corrugated steel have replaced the faded hospital corridor, the abandoned wheelchairs somehow twisted into sinister shapes, almost organic and pained in appearance now under the torch beams. Unhealthy looking globs of organic material cling to the metal in places, and you try not to look at it too long, in case it begins to move while you watch.

“Fuck this. We don’t need the additional risk,” Price announces, voice eerily calm given the situation. “Forget the supplies, we fall back.”

The others give a chorus of agreement and begin to head back down the corridor. At the back of your mind something begins to whisper and pull at you again like it did in the street, telling you that going back is no good. It only spurs you on more quickly until you walk into Soap’s back.

“How is that possible?” Soap growls. The set of double doors you had passed through a few moments earlier is now a solid wall, your exit cut off. The siren abruptly stops at this point, and the pounding of far off machinery can be heard thrumming through the decaying metal. It’s almost as though a heart is beating, perhaps what is creating the creeping tendrils that twist around the metalwork around you.

“Looks like we keep pushing forward then,” Price says, more quietly this time, and the way he exchanges a look with Ghost isn’t lost on you. There’s a note of concern to it, and it leaches into you, taking hold and feeding your fear. “I don’t like it any more than the rest of you but we’re not just going to sit around here without thumbs up our arses waiting for whatever is doing this to come find us. We move.”

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*comes stumblin and crashin into the room*

Can you continue the konig fic. Please

THE "ive always hated you" ONE? ID LOVE TOO ANON 🩷

Although fair warning, it will take long bc like school and stuff 😓, I'm not great at writing smut and it's gn!reader which will make it harder.. about that I have no motivation and it only hits when I'm in class 😭😭 and I'm NOT going to be writing smut in class 😁😁

But I'll try. I'll try for u anon

Also, would you like me to tag u? You can dm me, if not sure if my dms are on tho

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"Never really tried to hard to stay alive"

Paring

TF141 (Price mostly) x GN!Reader

Warnings

TW, Angst, reader is suicidal, reader almost commits suicide, price sees it happening, implied past-abuse, reader does SH, paranoid(is that the right word) reader, reader is kinda an asshole but for a good reason (the plot), part 1?, long untill the real angst part, use of y/n, hurt/comfort, some of these warnngs are for futere chapters, this is an outlet for my emotions, also a reason I shouldn't be in the military

Summary

Your mentality ill ass gets accepted into the military

You never really took care of yourself. It didn't help how your father treated you. So at 17, you left for the military. You didn't pack much, as if you had alot. Enough clothes for on base, enough gear and a picture of your mother for you bedside table. Your father didn't really care, he was in the military himself. You left without a word and got in the truck that was waiting infront of your house. Your noisy neighbor was already outside, pretending to take out the mail.

When you arrived, there was a man with a beard and a reminded you of a quokka. You stepped out, a balaclava covering your face and your black duffelbag hanging on your shoulder. The man held out his hand. "I'm captain price, I assume your (y/n)?" The man had a raspy voice you assumed was from smoking and a british accent. You nodded. The man didn't seem as judging of you as you feared. The man looked behind him to the base. "You'd like a tour?" Again, you just nodded. You never liked socializing and barely talked. You followed the man called "Price". Price showed the cafeteria and the training room. The training room had all the equipment you dreamed of. Untill a guy with a short Mohawk came up to you two. "Ah, soap. (Y/n), this is Sargeant Soap, or McTavish. Soap, this is (y/n), the new rookie i was talking about." Price said as he looked between you two. "Nice to meet you, (y/n). I hope ghost won't give you any trouble." He had a heavy Scottish accent and a slightly raspy voice. The two men chuckled. "Soap" was holding out a hand to you. You accepted it after an awkwardly long 2 seconds.

Price led you to your room, some guy with a blue cap on with a british flag was walking towards you two, you quickly got in your room. That was enough social stuff for a good hour. You grabbed your duffel bag and zipped it open. The first few things were clothes so you put those into the closet. The next thing was the picture of your mother. You took it gently and hugged it close, before setting it down on the bedside table and continuing.

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"ive always hated you."

Pairing

König x gn reader (male leaning)

Warnings

violence, no detailed gore, König hates reader, reader hates König, König is an asshole, suggestive at the end (?), I lost motivation half way, this is based of a bot, is this an outlet for my own rage against him? yes.

Summary

You two hate each other, now your in a locker. Together.

The moment you stepped foot into Kortac, is the moment you hated despised könig. He was so cocky for no reason. Always finding out something wrong in your stance, seeing to the millimeter how much you missed the target, how your plan you spent days on would fail miserably, etc. It's not like you could teach him a lesson, he's your colonel afterall.

It didn't help how you captain didn't take your countless fights seriously. Thinking it's some common bittering. If bittering was wanting to stab him, he would be correct.

Horangi found it funny how you two hated each other so much for basically no reason. Always side eyeing each other, an accidental nudge turning into a fight scene until someone (multiple people) pulled you off each other, choosing ech other to spar just to show how much they could hurt them, etc.

Kreuger found it funny at first, then it just became annoying how you guys would yell at each other on missions, almost costing their lives. Him and hutch had gone to the captain countless times. Just being met with a chuckle and "they'll fight it out one day"

Nikto found it annoying at day one. He agreed with both of you and found both of you annoying. He didn't care at all for anyone. He half listened when kreuger ranted about you two.

That's until captain himself had enough and sent both of you on a small misson together in hopes you two can work together for once. When you both found out, you two's defenses on why not to go fell on deaf ears. For once you two agree on something atleast.

You two didn't uther a word to each other the whole ride. Just staring with loath. When you arrived at the location. You both hopped out. The misson was simple, enter building, kill some guards, take Intel and leave.

Easy right? Yeah..

You were first. You plunged you knife into the guards throat. The corpse dropped to the ground as you snatched the keys. You motioned könig to come. You whispered something under your breath. "Hm?" The Austrian giant hummed. "Nothing." You said back stoic, not wanting to cause a fight now. You two proceeded. Until someone got away (definitely königs fault). They alerted the rest as a alarm rang through the building. You make a run for it, intending to leave König behind. But just like everytime, he ruins that. He caught up to you and pushed you into a locker with quick thinking. He also cramped himself in there. "Smart ass plan, big gu-" you got cut off by a hand covering your face (literally). Your two hands held his on your face as you looked up unamused. He brought to pointer finger to his mouth, a sign for you to shut up. As if you can talk. The sounds on tens of footsteps sound. When the sound was right infront of your locker, it stopped and decreased again. König took his hands off your face. "Fuck you." You said as he did. "Shut up, just because their gone doesn't mean you should be your loud ass self." He said quietly with his stupid Austrian accent. You were about to say something, yet you realized you promised yourself you wouldn't argue with him on this misson. You just nodded resentfully. Staying quiet.

After what felt like 5 minutes of being pressed to each other in awkward silence. You talked again, "when are we getting out?" "When I want too." The annoying voice you heard to much today echoed in the locker. You grunted and tried to move. Before könig grabbed your hips to stop you. "Stop moving.." He grunted. You were confused and tried to get out his grip, causing him to grip you tighter and press you more against the locker wall, if it was even possible. You pressed himself against the other wall. Still holding you, you too were still touching. "If you were just.. smaller.. this would have been way easier." You sighed, giving up on typing to escape. "You think I don't know that?" His hateful voice gave his answer. You sighed. This was going to be a long misson..

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