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“possessive David this possessive David that” WHAT ABOUT POSSESSIVE ANGEL HUH HOW ABOUT THAT.

•Angel who keeps their arms wrapped around his in public, glaring at anyone who looks at David for a little too long.

• Angel who sprays a bit of their perfume/cologne on the collar of David’s shirt before going out.

•Angel who shoves their wedding ring into anyones face who attempts to flirt with them.

•Angel who keeps a hand on David’s thigh, shoulder, or arm during meetings.

•idk that’s it

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i have a personal headcanon that darlin is actually really fucking smart like crazily so but they struggle with articulating their points / prefer to keep their intelligence to themself so you have to really get to know them to find out they’re a genius

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“I saw this and thought of you” okay kiss me now why don’t you

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OH MY GODDDDDD SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP

No

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Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

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do you think Treasure says Porter's name like a priest would say a prayer?

theyre so utterly devoted to him, and who could blame them? hes the first person in years to see them as more than a tool, more than a source of entertainment — he sees them, in their entirety

but in the back of their mind, a cruel habit whispers to them when the sky is dark and theyre pressed close against him — they have to give to keep receiving the blessing of his presence...

so they give themself — mind and body, heart and soul, all devoted to their worship of him, sure that hes the one god that wont abandon them like all the others had

and his name falls so easily from their lips, a well-worn and weathered prayer meant just for him and him alone, its almost scary how naturally it comes to them — are they too much? are they not enough? what will it take for him to stay with them?

but their god banishes those fears when he whispers their name right back to them, saying it like how a priest says a prayer...

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Fig faeth as girl

Ayda aguefort as me

girl: ahh i've just been dealing with a lot y'know? it's like the world wants me dead haha

me (completely stonefaced): i will be your shield

her: what?

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Thinking as I write this so it might not be all the way thought out but

Pirate redacted au

I've got multiple ideas

We've got captian shaw and darlin. Darlin being a childhood friend who he hasn't seen in years, not until they land on his ship, as an enemy pirate. Darlins crew mates abandoning them when they realize they're not strong enough. David who takes them in, against everyone else's opinion, even darlin thinks its a bad idea( they don't recognize david)

Or a classic

Caption shaw x angel mermaid

Imagine an angelfish patterned tail... and thats part of the reason David calls them angel

I also think the pirate x mermaid would work for other couples like

Pirate milo x mermaid sweetheart

Maybe not mermaid but part octopus because they use camouflage. I also think it fits cause to me i alway think milo has a fascination to sweetheart, like he loves that their different and like to learn about it

Orrr pirate milo x bar maid sweetheart

Sweetheart who snuck aboard the ship because they want to see what being a pirate is all about, milo who tease them that they snuck aboard because they wanted more then one night. Though it may not be why it doesn't mean they can't have another....and another

I think for Asher x babe it make more sense if ashers the mermaid, but also a pirate. He has to keep his secret from most the other crew but one day when he's enjoying a night swim, a gorgeous human notices and he has to try and get them not to tell anyone. I also think in this maybe babe has some insecurities because ashers so magical and he's constantly make sure they know that their also magical

Sam and Vincent maybe work somewhere the boats are always stopping, sam a bartender, Vincent a small hut set up to sell and trade stolen goods, more on the luxury side

William and porter sailing as pirates together on the solaire

Please share if you think of anything based on this ,I'd love to hear yalls thoughts

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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Darlin who is so incredibly book smart but had no one to celebrate their achievements.

Darlin who graduated early but never told anyone which only lead to some of the elders in the pack to believe that they dropped out.

Darlin who made good money tutoring college students who were too busy caring about the next party.

Darlin who applied and got accepted into great colleges and universities but never pursued higher education because most of their money already went back to supporting their parents back home, even keeping some in an envelope for Gabe even if they knew he’d never accept it.

Darlin who gets a little embarrassed whenever they correct David’s mistake when he’s organizing the security teams finances.

Darlin who wakes Sam up because they’re reciting the numbers of pi in their sleep.

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ITS DARLIN NOT DARLING

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You look just like your father: Sam Collins

"You look exactly like your father, boy. don't let anyone tell you different."

[CW: implied child abuse and neglect]

Sam is twelve years old, hiding in his room. His parents are fighting, and judging by the breaking glass and pained groans, it's sounding like he'll have to hide for the rest of the day.

His stomach rumbles. He can't remember the last time he's eaten a proper meal. He thinks about climbing out the window to run off to his grandma's again, but his parents are in the living room. There's a chance they might see him, and he can't risk those consequences.

Hours pass, and the sun begins to set. He hears more arguing, then a door slamming shut. A moment of blessed silence, then-

"Samuel Collins, you get down here! Now!"

Sam scrambles from his bed and races downstairs, knowing what could happen if he's not fast enough for his mother's liking.

Of course, she's still furious on seeing him. She's got cuts on her arms and a black eye, but her knuckles are just as bruised. She stares him down as she holds a plate shard in her hand.

"You clean this up, you hear?" She gestures to the broken plates with the shard in her hand. "I'm headin' out to replace what your idiot father broke, and this better be spotless when I get back, or else."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good." She drops the shard, letting it shatter even more and laughing when he jumps. "Now get to it."

Sam grabs a broom and a dustpan. Once his mother leaves, he can sneak some food from the fridge. For now, he sets on cleaning.

His mother makes herself proper to go out, makeup on her eye and driving gloves over her knuckles. Sam thinks she'll ignore him entirely as she steps toward the front door. But just as she gets to the door, she turns back to him, furious, her jaw set.

"You look exactly like your father, boy," She snaps. "Don't let anyone tell you different."

She slams the door closed. Sam stands still as he listens to the car drive away. He knows he needs to clean before she gets back, and he needs to eat as much as he can get away with.

Instead, he walks into the bathroom. He looks into the mirror and tries to see what his mother was talking about. Both his parents have brown eyes, he thinks. He looks like both of them, and that roils in his guts.

The urge to break the mirror thunders in his mind. But if he did, he'd be no better then his parents. And grandma Adeline would be so disappointed in him. So he does what she taught him, takes deep breaths until the thunder in his mind calms.

He eats, cleans all the glass off the floor, and locks himself in his room, all before his parents get back. He hears them arguing again, but he tunes them out, finally falling asleep.

Years later, and he's looking at a photograph, one of only a handful of items he'd brought with him when he'd run away from home. He's surrounded by boxes, his mate having just moved in with him. They were planning to unpack properly tomorrow, and something about sharing a home with someone like them made him feel reflective.

As he looks at the photo, his mate, his Darlin' comes up and sits next to him. They look at the photograph curiously, but they don't ask anything. They never push when it comes to his past, knowing what it's like to carry a history of hurt. He was so grateful that they understood, that they let him take the lead.

But he wanted them to understand this too.

"Darlin', this was my grandma Adeline. She was good to me, when I was a kid and I didn't have much good to go off of."

"...huh."

His Darlin' sits up, and looks from the photograph to Sam's face and back again.

"Maybe this sounds weird, but you look just like her." His mate, fully focused, points to different parts of the photo. They mean it, Sam realizes. "Look, in the nose, and the cheekbones. She's even smiling the way you do, with the left side more than the right."

Sam didn't even notice he's started crying until he feels their thumbs lightly brushing away his tears. They're worried, asking if he's okay and apologizing until he smiles through his tears.

"Darlin', I think that's about the nicest thing I've ever heard."

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people might think creating OC lore involves a lot of thinking & planning, but in my personal experience, OC development is more like a divine vision from a god slamming you over the head with a mallet while ur doing the fuckin dishes or folding laundry

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Dirty blonde sam but no one knows because it only looks blonde in sunlight, which he can't go out in any more So people assume he's brunette

Blonde Sam is calling out to me but so is brunette Sam 😓💔

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Asher x David roommates

Asher who brings home and sleeps with a stranger every week, because he's so pent up living with his crush

David who's so dumb he doesn't realize that he's jealous but 100% is

David says something a little ride to asher

Asher bring home another stranger

Saudi stranger won't leave , even though asher told him to, stranger getting a little aggressive not realizing asher lives with someone

David sees this, drags the guy out, gives him a few punches, says something about how trash like him doesn't deserve to think, touch or be near asher

Asher who realizes davids recent anger and stress was jealous, and realizing David doesn't know that either

Asher who teases David till David figures it out

I just really like jealous protective David, and they were roommates

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You look just like your father: David Shaw

"You look just like Gabe did, back in the day."

David had already sold off his old home, had already moved in with Asher while he scrambled to get himself together. He was Alpha now, and he couldn't afford to grieve. Not outwardly, not in any way that showed any weakness.

Even now, as they were sitting at the kitchen table together, he couldn't just think of Asher's dad as "Uncle Frank" anymore, as much as he wanted to. He was the pack's former beta, and he was here to talk business.

"You've got some leeway, considering the circumstances. It's kind of you to let me stay in my retirement." He smiles at David, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "But the sooner you make your choice, the sooner the pack can start getting back on track."

"I know." David forces himself to make eye contact. "How did dad make that decision?"

"It was different back then," Frank says sadly. "He was just getting the pack going, and it was just us and our wives at the time. You, you're spoiled for choice, so it'll be both easier and harder. Can I give you some advice?"

"Please." If David's voice wavers, Frank is polite enough to not notice.

"Pick someone that balances you. You've grown up with most of them, so use all that information to make your choice. Look at your own strengths and weaknesses with a clear head and think about who in the pack you can trust to be what you aren't. "

"Yeah... that's what dad used to say. That an alpha and a beta should be equal opposites, that my beta should be everything I'm not."

"He was right on the money. Good, you're already farther ahead than I thought." Then Frank tilts his head, a strange expression on his face.

"What?"

"No, it's just...You look just like Gabe did, back in the day."

David looks down at that. He'd been hearing that ever since the funeral. Nearly everyone in the pack's first generation had told him he was the spitting image of his father. He wished he could believe it, but every time he looked in the mirror, all he saw was someone already failing to live up to his father's legacy.

"Him and me would be sitting at his kitchen table, going over business. Whenever he was talking about who he wanted to add to the pack, going over the pros and cons, he'd make that exact same expression."

Something about that twists in David's gut. He's still looking down, hoping his vision clears. Distantly, he feels Uncle Frank's hand on his shoulder.

"You two were different in a lot of ways, David. But for things like this, things you both care about, you're just like him."

For the first time since the funeral, David appreciates the comparison. If his dad's beta thought he could do more than just look like his father, if Frank saw any part of who Gabe was within David, then maybe there was a chance for him after all.

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I bring you yandere lasko for freelancer ( platonic or romantic)

I imagine it started before he was their counselor, and he pulled some strings to become their counselor

Then kody does what he does , lasko still does what he supposed to and reports it

But before he does that he takes his own revenge. Kody doesn't even know freelancer told others about what he did, he thinks he's smooth and not in trouble

Every moment lasko is in range he sucks the air from kody, often in a crowd, kody doesn't even know lasko. At least once a week he just suddenly loses his ability to breathe, terrifying and confused

Maybe one day lasko communicate to kody , a note or something still remaining anonymous

"Confused? Don't be , I'm just showing you magic you unfamiliar with, simply teaching, helping you understand. Isn't that how you teach"

This isn't super thought threw i just wanted to share any way