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stop this ‼️‼️, i’m already cooking up a fic, don’t distract me with good ideas . might put this idea on the backburner

Ok ok... hear me out. An idea popped into my head while reading this Manga:

What if the Reader had the same powers as the main character in that Manga, they were neither survivors nor killers, they were assigned by The Spectre to be the cook for both sides. What do you think? (Yandere is even better😈, I quite like the Yandere genre)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆♡ Darling, I'm Falling, Messed Up Over You ♡⋆ ˚｡⋆

⭒⌒★ Yandere! Call of Duty Men x Reader★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒 ♡ ｡ ゜

⋆⁺₊✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley | سایمون "شبح" رایلی

There's a stark, painful limerence coiling tightly between his bones whenever he opens the apartment door and sees you lingering across the void. Your smile reminds him of bullet wounds scabbing over, all so tender yet agonizing to endure. He mumbles his hellos and everts his eyes lest he lose control. Lest he gives in and digs his fingers into your tender body, marring you with his lips and teeth, and tongue. Breaking open your bones as he ravishes the marrow, binding you to him carnally.

He's spitting blood into the bathroom sink, lungs burning from the RPG-7 jabbed into his chest this morning. He can see the bruises blooming across his ribs, swallowing his curses so they don't fall upon your innocent ears. "Ghost?" There's a gentle rap on the bathroom door, your voice feels like honey leaking over his heart. You push open the door, standing chest to chest. "What?" he grumbles, trying to steady his tremoring heart. "I got you this," you chirp, that ethereal smile glowing as you hand him a fluffy toy dog. Simon squeezes the toy, bringing it to his nose and inhaling your scent, high off your essence. There's a click before the war is lost. Simon dips his head, pushing his lips onto yours, his blood seeping past his lips down your throat, drowning you in his aether, claiming you in the rawest way he can imagine.

-`♡´- John "Soap" Mactavish | جان "صابون" ماکتاویش

"I figured you'd miss home so I bought you this" Soap will never understand your obsessions, this rooted topophilia. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't homesick, he'd also be lying if he said he'd really thought about anything other than you for far too long. The highland cow you present to him is fluffy and plump with a sweet smile sewn onto his muzzle. It reminds him of your darling smile…

Then again everything reminds him of you.

Johnny can't help but run his fingers up your spine and your arms. Trailing fleeting chaste kisses to your cheeks and neck, even when your face morphs into worry. He needs to keep you close always in arm's reach; you belong to him in ways that transcend simply being "friends". You've started to notice the highland cow on his desk more often; he seems to lug it around everywhere. Even Ghost and Gaz have started to notice, pointing it out with knowing looks. “Reminds me o' ma bonnie lass. Can’t bear tae part wi’ it.” You're not sure if you were meant to hear that, meant to see that possessive spark shimmering in his soft blue eyes. He's been dropping more hints lately, practically begging you to come over, “The wee coo misses ye somethin’ fierce. How ’bout ye swing by sometime, eh? It sounds all so innocent, it could even pass as gregarious. If it wasn't for the vice grip he has around your hand, nails digging into your flesh.

⋆𐙚⋆ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick | کایل "گاز" گاریک

It had started with that pond, that damned, perfect pond, a minute's walk from the base. Sergent Garric hadn't thought much of it at first, it's hard to focus on the atmosphere, the bustling of the outside when you're so desperate to get away from the inside. To flee from the overcrowded rooms and suffocating loom of war always drumming in his ear. He'd only noticed the ducks and the pond and the strange girl sitting beside it when, on one of his worst days, he'd tried to envision the whole park bombarded, strained to imagine it after a mushroom cloud. It's only then that he really notices you.

He hadn't meant to get so attached, but you'd made it nearly impossible not to. Something about the vision of your mangled corpse along the water's edge had reminded him of that one John Everett Millais painting he'd seen in the museum between deployments. Something about the frightful vision had him sitting next to you, trying to push out the right words to make you look his way. It's been months now, the pond, that perfect, wonderful pond, had glazed over, and yet he still finds you sitting by the water staring as if nothing ever really changed. You had slid him a knitted duck the other day, the same color as dandelions. And Gaz couldn't help the desperate hammering of his heart as he imagined, for the first time, what it'd be like to kiss you instead of standing over your cold body.

٠࣪⭑𖦹٠࣪⭑ Keegan P Russ | کیگان پی راس

He's found he likes sitting on the floor with you, sprawled out on the mohair carpets. Elbows digging into his knees as he watches you thread a needle through polychromy fabrics. Keegan finds it morbidly hilarious how he can feel the same needle threading through his skin, pulling at his dermis, and stitching through his veins whenever you smile at him, whenever your soft fingers trace over his scarred skin. So gentle, so soft, little needles trying to puncture military-grade steel.

He pulls you onto his lap, fingers running up and down your hips. Strumming lovelorn melodies upon your ribs. He ignores the way you grimace, excuses the way you flinch away from his touch. "Sweetheart" he whispers, lips sucking tenderly along your neck, trying to hold you still as you reach behind you. "Here," you say voice utterly monotone, stripped of its usual joy and radiance. You thrust a freshly sewn shark plush into his face. Keegan simply brings his lips to the toy with a wicked smirk. "Do I scare you that much?" he asks, hurt and haughty. When you don't answer, he pulls you closer, hugging you so tightly he swears he hears your bones crack.

ᯓ★ Alejandro Vargas | الخاندرو بارگاس

There's a sharp ache between his bones a treacherous agony every time you walk past him. The hall permeated with your sweet perfume. Alejandro can't help his lingering glance, the way his eyes stare at the places you've passed, at your ghost wavering in time. He'd do anything to kiss you, to hold you, to deprive the world of your existence, and selfishly harbor it only for himself.

There's a fox on his desk one morning, a tiny little doll with a bushy tail and beady eyes. "Why a fox muñeca?" he asks as you type away his latest mission briefing. "Oh, just cause you remind me of El Zorro." Alejandro laughs. He'd give anything to be the bandit that steals you away in the light of a full moon, the tarnished hero you cling to as the world burns. He leans down, lips brushing your temples in a chaste, fragile kiss. He can't help but look down at you, reveling in your beauty. Oh, how he wished he were a fox and you the lovely little rabbit trapped between his teeth. His perfect darling señorita.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Phillip Graves | فیلیپ گور

You remind him of Malibu Barbies lying halfheartedly along the golden sands. Ethereal and unreal, plastic shaped into perfection. But you're not Barbie not really, you refuse to emit that pink saccharine sweetness that most dolls do. Refuse to let him thread his fingers through your silky hair, pulling off his hand from your shoulder and pushing him away when he tries to kiss your cheek. Barbie would never he thinks, hollow, miserable laughter spilling from his lips as your glare tries to penetrate his skin and dig into his organs. You hate him, it's palpable enough, and yet he still harbors your hatred on this tongue like licorice, sweet and bitter, misplaced romance in every way.

The Eagle you hand him is a threat. Only you would know how to threaten someone with a gift, a little plushie of his favorite animal. A death threat wrapped in cotton and fleece. He sleeps with the pathetic thing to his chest, dreaming it was you, praying one day somehow someway you'd let him tuck you between his arms, high off your sweet aroma, nuzzling between your shoulder blades. "You're too Americana, you make me want to gag." Your voice hums in his head lyrical sermon. His grip grows tight around the little bird. He'll have you someday, he swears it.

୨ৎ Vladimir Makarov | ولادیمیر ماکاروف

You're so naive, bright-eyed little dolly desperately clinging to his every word as if it were sacred commandments from above. Precious little fool, devoting yourself to a dangerous man such as he. You're usefulness and eerie desperation are so malleable, he has you eating out of his palm like a well-trained puppy. He can give you martyrdom at his hand, he's sure you wouldn't protest.

Vlad doesn't bother with celebrations, doesn't wholly keep track of dates outside his agenda. Maybe that's why he's so surprised when you present him with a wrapped box one snowy afternoon. A birthday gift you had said, while he rolled his gorgeous mismatched eyes. Inside is a plush toy of a black wolf, Makarove can't help but scuff. Leave it to you to pick out such a childish thing. "It matches your tattoo," you gush, enthusiasm leaking from every word. Big innocent eyes desperately searching his face for a lick of approval and gratitude. "You've more important things to do than play with toys, милый" he scolds, watching as you wilt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Makarove leans closer, brushing your hair from your face as he whispers in your ear. "Although there is something else you could give me for my birthday, маленькая куколка."

𓆩♕𓆪 König | کونیگ

He follows you like a second shadow, masked goliath tailing you through the halls and the training fields. He finds it funny in a dry morbid kind of way, the same way dragons find little princesses so humorous before snatching them away. You certainly could pass for a princess, with your pretty face and sparkling doe eyes, your sweet smile that outshines the sun. Oh, how König could marvel at you for hours, memorizing every perfect detail about you.

"Here," you mutter one day, it's the first time you've ever talked to him. Stopping and turning to him in an empty hall, pushing a stuffed rabbit into his chest. König freezes a cold sweat erupting across his spine. You're looking at him with a stern, annoyed look in your eyes, he can't help but blush under his mask. You look so pretty just like the little bunny you're holding. "D-danke Lie-liebling" the words jab at his throat he can't spit them out correctly, not when you're looking at him, actually looking at him. You don't care what he does with the rabbit, hoping that by giving him something anything to remember you by, the giant may just leave you alone and stop stalking you through the base. It's a misplaced hope, you've only managed to amplify his longing, made him think you love him too.

࿔✮࿔ Sebastian Krueger | سباستین کروگر

He's taken to watching you through the day, following you wherever you go, just out of sight so you'd never catch an inkling. He leaves you handwritten notes describing how beautiful you look in your new dress, how pretty your new hairstyle is. He doodles little hearts and kisses all in a suspicious red ink. Leaves you voice messages enunciating how much he loves you, how he wishes he could carve out his heart and leave it between your ribs. The funny part? You have no idea your haunting admirer is really your dear teammate Sebastian Krueger.

He notices the eyebags one day as he bullies his way to you through the mess hall. "You look tired, schätzchen." You jolt awake, eyes scanning your surroundings in fear, when they finally land on his masked face, you relax. "Yeah, just...just haven't been sleeping well." Krueger has to bite his tongue to suppress his chuckle. He sees you pacing around your apartment at night, trying to find any clue as to who keeps breaking in, who is stalking you so acutely. You reach into your bag and hand him something fluffy. "Here I got you a present." He studies the plush cougar toy you've given him. Funny he thinks, Krueger, cougar, how did he not see you buying this?

"You knew they mean different things, right?" You can't see the eyebrow he has raised, but you giggle -such a heavenly sound to his ears- "Yeah but they sound the same," you lament, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes. "I love it (y/n), danke." Oh, how he's going to treasure this little toy, it even smells like you, how thoughtful. Is this your way of saying you like him too? Have all his nights of stalking and all his letters penned with his own blood finally paid off?

.✿. Nikto | نیکتو

There's a permanent lassitude tucked away inside him. There's not much left in the world that can make your heart skip a beat when you've seen every terror, felt every torture. No, Nikto had grown all too used to the permanent numbness, wearing it like a second skin. Until you showed up, Kortech had called you emotional support or something equally as degrading. Or maybe they hadn't meant anything by, maybe it's Nikto who refuses to hear you addressed as anything less than divinity, less than purity in its rawest form. The little кукла that had smiled at him…at them told him honeyed jokes and whispered girlhood secrets in his ear in hopes of earning a chuckle. Instead, Nikto had clawed out his heart and presented it to you with a desperate smile.

"I want you to have this " You're sitting on his cot, legs tucked under you, and he's trying not to blush at the heavenly feeling of your knees touching his. Your arms are outstretched, presenting him with a plush lamb tied pretty with a pink bow. It reminds Nikto of one of those pastoral portraits he'd see in the churches back home. It fits he thinks, he'd always thought of you as nothing less than holy. He cradles your gift with a tenderness he didn't know he had. "It looks a lot like you, милый" he tries to compliment. "Really? I thought it looked a lot like you."

Sorry for any errors in the other languages, I used Google Translate for them all. 😅😅

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Hey, its me again. International best selling author…

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shedletsky as his kid manifests into the literal embodiment of hatred and vows to kill him

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𓏵 CTRL//OBEY

Yan! ITrapped X Reader

Warning : obbsessive behavior , yandere themes , stalking , worshipping , self aware , ITrapped.

Note : Please do not romanticize real stalking or abusive behavior. This is for fictional and horror purposes only.

You hear about ITrapped before you ever see him.

Rumors. Whispers. A name spoken in hushed tones by survivors in the campfire light. Most describe him with confusion. “He’s not like the others,” someone mutters. “Doesn’t chase you like a normal killer… doesn’t even look like a monster.”

He doesn’t. Not at first glance.

When you finally see him, it’s under flickering lights in a run-down hallway. A basic noob avatar, low-poly and harmless looking—except for that Ice Crown on his head, glowing faintly, coldly. He stands motionless in the dark, head slightly tilted, as if studying you. Not attacking. Not even moving.

Then he vanishes.

You think it was a glitch.

It wasn’t.

His obsession begins not with violence, but with access.

You start noticing strange things in your rounds. Generators you just touched regress by themselves. Doors that should’ve been opened glitch out and lock. Items flicker in and out of existence. But these things only happen when you’re nearby.

At first, it’s frustrating. Then it’s unsettling.

You complain to others, but no one else sees it.

Except him.

ITrapped always appears briefly—standing in the background of your match, not lunging at you like other killers, not roaring or hunting. Just… watching. Frozen. Calculating.

Eventually, the sabotage stops targeting you. Instead, it starts protecting you. He disables traps you don’t see. Breaks paths for other survivors—but not you. You’re allowed to move freely, untouched.

You haven’t done anything to earn his favor. That’s what scares you.

You’re not playing the game. He is.

You begin to realize he’s more than just a presence in the matches. He’s altering the game itself.

Somehow, your matches always start with him now. The map selection glitches until it favors the ones he prefers. Load-in screens freeze when you try to quit. Your inventory resets to a “default” version, and the only item that stays is a strange crown-shaped charm he leaves in your loadout.

Players who get too close to you start having issues. One survivor who stayed by your side the whole round disconnects mid-match and can’t rejoin the server. Another finds their controls reversed. One player swears their Roblox account briefly locked when they tried to message you about him.

Still, he never harms you directly.

When you’re injured, he lets you limp away. He never tunnels you. He lets you finish generators—if you’re alone.

You realize, eventually, that he doesn’t want to kill you.

He wants to isolate you.

The first time you speak to him is accidental—proximity voice, maybe, or a glitched chat prompt.

You don’t even know what to say, but you try: “Why are you following me?”

There’s a pause. A long one.

Then a quiet, unreadable line of text appears in chat:

“I used to fix broken things. Then I saw you. I don’t need anything else now.”

You feel a chill—not from fear, but because the message auto-deletes seconds later. Like the system itself didn’t want you to remember.

But you do.

From that point on, he no longer hides. He orbits you in every match. Other survivors grow suspicious. Some stop queuing with you. Others start blaming you when their matches glitch out. You’re alone more often now.

Which is exactly what he wants.

He never refers to you by your username. He calls you “buddy”—the way he once referred to Chance. The way someone might speak to a pet project, or a favorite possession.

You stop seeing him as just another killer. He’s no longer playing the game.

He’s rewriting it.

Your escape routes begin to vanish. The hatch doesn’t spawn when you’re the last one. Exits flicker with ERROR signs when you touch them. Sometimes, your screen goes black mid-match, and when it returns, you’re in a custom map no one else seems to recognize. He’s always there, standing still in the center.

“You’re the only file I didn’t want to delete.”

You can’t tell if he’s speaking in metaphors or literally viewing you as code.

Either way, you’ve stopped feeling like a player.

You’re Already His.

Eventually, he stops appearing to other players entirely.

Only you see him now.

You’re told he’s “disabled” or “removed” from the rotation, but he still shows up in your queue. You report it. Nothing happens.

One night, your screen boots up without you clicking anything.

The message appears in familiar black font:

“Game loaded: You + Me”

And when the round starts, you’re alone.

No teammates. No map.

Just him.

Just you.

Just silence.

And you could feel that he’s smilling.

@revlw 2025

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Our nights have become a never-ending nightmare...The bombing comes from every direction, and the sounds of death never leave our ears.We can no longer find a bite to eat, and food prices have become unbearable.My children cry from hunger, and my heart breaks because I can’t feed them.

Donations have stopped, and hopelessness is starting to creep in...Dark thoughts haunt me because I no longer see any light.

But you can make a difference.A small donation could save lives — just $20 could mean survival for an entire family.

Please… don’t leave us alone.💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #373 )✅️

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The number of martyrs has exceeded 500. We are dying here every minute. Interact.

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Everyone here I really need your help please donate before I die like my friends

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"While all children around the world live in safety and stability during their holidays and normal days, our children and the children of Gaza suffer from fear, hunger, and death on a daily basis. The holiday that brings joy and happiness to children everywhere cannot protect our children in Gaza from the pain and horror that surround them. We appeal to everyone who believes in freedom and humanity to extend a helping hand and to participate with whatever they can, through donations or contributions, in raising the voices of the children of Gaza so that they reach all the good people in the world. Let us work together to stop this suffering and grant children their right to a safe and stable life. Please help me by donating or share my link . We are now under bombardment and hunger.

They wore their Eid clothes... then the occupation bombed them! People... This is what Eid is like in Gaza.

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"The moment Palestinian journalists and photographers burned as a result of a direct Zionist bombing targeting their tent inside Nasser Hospital in Khan Yunis, south of the Gaza Strip.

The bombing was deliberate, extending to those who conveyed the truth through their lenses and cameras, turning their tent into fire, smoke, and screams.

They were targeted in the heart of the only remaining humanitarian space, within the premises of a hospital that was supposed to be safe.

At that moment, not only were their tools burned, but also the truth they tried to deliver to the world.

A tragic scene added to the series of crimes committed by the occupation against civilians, confirming that the free voice is one of the targets of this aggression."

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Hiii im so normal

Anyways im here to beg and plead for any Shedletsky content you can spare

We're all normal here soup, dw

Did I cook w their hair soups?🙏

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How does the survivors react when taph does not give a fuck about readers past ?

What

Neutrality

WARNINGS: None

Note: oh well.. to summarize, miced feelings.

Noob

They don't think much of it.

Really, they don't really mind someone else finding fondness for your company.

Though seeing how Taph looks relaxed and seeing how you two interact might give them enough confidence to interact with you.

Though maybe not now, not yet.

Elliot

He thinks Taph's effort to befriend you is useless.

He doesn't care about it though, seeing as he's not interested in engaging with you.

Though tried to tell Taph that you would never change. Taph left mid speech.

Shedletsky

He lets it be as it doesn't affect him much.

Though he's worried you would influence Taph to go against them all.

He tried to tell Taph to be wary, but bro idgaf with sunshine and rainbows.

Builderman

He's.. mixed feelings about it.

He's matured enough to not fuse over it though, can't say he's wary and petty.

Also to Taph.

Already thinking you might still have your hacking power to control Taph.

Bro get off Reader's ahh😭🙏

Dusekkar

He has no saying in it.

Though it gave him an opportunity to try and bond with you.

He's intrigued with you, so definitely a 3rd friend.

Chance

Honestly, he fw you.

They don't mind Taph befriending you, seeing as he too trying to befriend you but still hesitant.

Overall, second survivor friend.

Two time

He thinks you brainwashed Taph.

Hold grudges.

Vouch to sacrifice you in the name of the spawn.

Bro you got no friend, friendship is not that deep🤧

Guest 1337

He doesn't trust Taph anymore.

Though he has no say about it, just let it be as it doesn't affect him.

Other than that, he is glad you at least have someone to talk to, knowing if you didn't.. yeah. Bad things.

007n7

He's glad you have someone to talk to.

He wants to approach you and bond with you, though he's afraid others will hate him more due to it.

Just give him some time, he'll get to it.

Taph

What others think?

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He does not care and he loves you/p🤑

Maybe.

Note:

Honestly, it might strain some relationships, though I don't think it's that much.

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Urgent💔🍉

Attention for all human and humanity in the world

My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war

before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good

Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now

I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent ⛺.

Please help my family 👪 to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.

My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please

Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood

We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here💔💔

Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you 🙏🍉

I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.

Donate $25 to save us from this war

Thank you all 🍉

@gazavetters

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I am amoman believer with two children, and my brother Ahmed also has three children. Help us and help my children. We are tired of the lack of food and the fire. Help us, even if it is a dollar.

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The ongoing conflict in Gaza has had a devastating impact on civilians, with the United Nations reporting that nearly 70 percent of the deaths are women and children. This alarming statistic highlights the severe humanitarian crisis affecting families in the region. The widespread destruction and loss of life have drawn international concern, as innocent people continue to suffer amid the escalating violence. As a woman without an income, I struggle to provide food and clothing for myself and my family. I urge those who can help to donate and support those in need during this difficult time.

The situation in Gaza is particularly tragic due to several key factors:

1. High Civilian Casualties – A significant portion of the victims are non-combatants, including children and the elderly.

2. Vulnerable Populations – Women and children are disproportionately affected, with little means to escape the violence.

3. Humanitarian Crisis – Limited access to food, water, and medical care worsens the suffering of survivors.

4. Generational Impact – The psychological and social consequences of war will affect generations to come.

As the conflict persists, calls for an immediate ceasefire and increased humanitarian aid grow louder. Organizations around the world are urging world leaders to take action to prevent further loss of innocent lives. But beyond political solutions, the people of Gaza urgently need direct support. Without income, I struggle to access basic necessities.

I ask for help from anyone who can donate food, clothing, or any form of assistance to help us survive this crisis.

Donate now Here