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hi!!! sorry for taking so long to do this but i'll finally be contributing in #DMC4Gaza !!!!!!!

i still have work on weekdays as usual but i'm going to try my best and get everyone their drawings asap! please check below the cut for more info + donation links:

template by @fallowfrog ! their original post is here

@CareForGaza 's gofundme (there's also a paypal linked in the twitter profile of @/MuhammadSmiry)

feminine hygiene kits for gaza

palestine children's relief fund

@/Mirna_elhelbawi (on twitter)'s e-sims for gaza

here's an infographic on how to donate e-sims

if there are any other reputable donation methods/links, please let me know and ill add it here! please also let me know if any links arent working!

lastly, please dont forget to do your daily clicks on arab.org if you're unable to give any financial support. thank you for reading, reblogs are appreciated, and free palestine 🇵🇸

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its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney

we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article

it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.

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— “You didn’t deserve that.”

Mark looks up from his phone, surprise on his features. A bandaid on his temple, where a larger bandage once was. The fortune of healing faster than the average joe it seemed.

“What?”

“You didn’t deserve that.” You repeat, letting your phone fall to your lap as you tilt your head up at him, a hand moving in a ‘duh’ gesture. Mark’s expression changes to quiet understanding.

You had only known him for a short while, having some classes in together thanks to similar major programs and what not. And now here you were, on a Monday morning, no classes, simply hanging out at his dorm to waste time rather than get any work done.

You spied him once. As his hero persona. As Invincible. And despite his sputtering, all you do is raise your arm, replaced by a decently priced prosthetic, no charge to your family, or what remained of it, as a mysterious sponsor had taken care of all of the costs. He was silenced then too. Guilt in his eyes.

You waved him off of course, citing you could get better parking thanks to him. Although the wounded look made you backtrack.

“It’s been a while,” He tries to say, “I’m over it.”

You give him a raised eyebrow unconvinced.

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

You liked hanging out with Mark. Even if there were times like this that got weirdly introspective. Because how else were you supposed to be when he finally told you, tears in his eyes after one too many shitty drinks that you got for cheap, being college students and all, what happened. How his own father turned against his home, his family. And all for some space empire that made you think this was some shitty Star Wars parody.

When you made it to your weekly hang out, he was shocked. Shocked that you still wanted to associate with him. After what had happened to you, to your arm and your family.

“You tried fighting him didn’t you?” And his silent not makes you shrug, taking a swig from your water bottle, “Then you’re okay.”

You’re okay.

For Mark, those words meant more than their weight in gold.

So when you had said now, that despite what had happened. How much that this wasn’t his fault. And that he didn’t deserve it. (What, he wondered, exactly it was. Fighting his dad? Having it be broadcast that he could do nothing to stop a literal murderer? He doesn’t know.)

“Let’s get lunch, I’m hungry.” He’s agreeable to that at least. Grabbing his keys and taking your bag over his shoulder in spite of your protests. You were missing an arm, not your ability to carry a book bag.

To which of course he snorts before lightly scolding, “It’s not funny.”

“You laughed.”

Dining hall food never tasted better.

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if you were to ask, gojo satoru was indeed a lover and not a fighter.

of course the man would laugh and tilt his head, if you asked him anyway. but if you observed closed enough, one could tell that despite the cold and cool exterior he showcased for all, he loved fiercely with his entire heart.

(but that also meant he grieved just as strongly-

but alas, that was a story waiting to be told another time.)

but satoru wouldn’t be who he was if he didn’t do things in his special gojo way.

whether it was him leaning over and laying his chin on your shoulder, staring as you tapped at your phone screen, nosily watching whatever you were doing. until you open the notes app on your device and type ‘stop being nosy.’ he huffs. he was not nosy, thank you very much, he was just curious.

or him showing up at your door when he knows you’re finally back from a long assignment, your favorite take out in his hands as he daintily invites himself inside. (but then again, neither of you fussed about it too much, as he even had his own pair of house slippers.)

you knew gojo showed his love in different ways. as he sprawls himself over your couch, his own container of take out in one hand while the other held a pair of chopsticks. his cheeks puffed slightly as he chewed and you sigh, but are not exasperated. rather, you’re for once glad to see he’s still doing his usual satoru-like things. like popping in and out where he wanted and whenever he wanted. (because who could really do anything but tell the strongest no?)

he pats the cushions beside him invitingly, like you had to be invited to sit in your own home!

but you go and sit anyway. because that’s just how things went. for once your shoulders brush against each other’s. and despite the commonality, you can’t help but swallow.

neither of you mention it, the only notice is how you adjust accordingly as satoru leans against your form comfortably.

patting his hand gently, you then take the television remote, and the sounds of some random show fill the room as you both eat your meals.

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INVINCIBLE 2.04 | It's Been a While

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Hello~ (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)/

I was wondering if your persona Request Box is open

Hello hello!

My requests are open for pretty much everything I write for, including persona!

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I live

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Can you do a thing for Li Ling getting medical attention from reader because reader doesn't scold him for getting injured?

for sure anon (also idk what this trope is but it’s chefs kiss)

nav.

You hear the flap of the small makeshift tent being lifted, while you’re in the midst of reading various emails and reminders. Instead of looking up from the dimmed screen, you hum in acknowledgement as you hear footsteps get closer.

A hand is raised in a lazy wave, before your lips part and you greet the familiar visitor, “Long time no see.”

You get a mix of a snort and a grunt in return, in turn, your nose crinkles in amusement as you finally deign to look at him. No one other than Li Ling stands before you. The arms of his divine power folded behind him while his actual arms are folded across his bare chest, a jacket slung loosely over his shoulders that you’re surprised it hasn’t fallen off yet.

“One would think even with the cold, you’d wear a proper coat,” You murmur, shutting the laptop before you and placing it back in the case as you stand.

“Bah, ‘s nothing but a cool breeze,” He says flippantly. Already, he seats himself on one of the spare cots, leave it to him to walk around like he owned the place no matter where the Esper Union assigned him to.

“For you maybe,” You reply, giving him a once over, only to not really find any sort of injuries at all, “What brings you to the medical tent?” You raise an eyebrow, as he sighs melodramatically, laying back onto the cot with a grunt.

“I’m injured,” He says plainly.

You snort. Before it becomes full on laughter, as you see him frown in your direction.

“Be serious.”

“I am!”

Your unconvinced look makes him crinkle his nose. Before he raises a non-divinely powered arm up in the air, it takes you squinting to actually see what he’s trying to show you.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” You say dryly, looking at the tiniest of scratches on his arm.

“Nuh uh!”

You still stare, unimpressed.

To which he at least has some sense to deflate a little, but Li Ling was still laying in the bed after all.

“You don’t want to debrief with Raven, do you?”

“They’re just so boring!” He complains, like he isn’t a higher ranked member of the union and probably even higher ranked than you if he thought about it for longer than a moment.

“Please, doc?” He whines… whines!

You sigh with what sounds like another laugh, before you take his arm, a gloved hand inspecting the “wound.” Because even if you didn’t admit it, you indulged him at times too.

“Alright, ten minutes. But if Raven comes here looking for you, it’s not my problem.”

He pumps his fist into the air, with a silent cheer.

“I knew you were my favorite.”

“Or the only one who plays along with you getting out of paperwork.”

When Raven finds him, you wave off a complaining Li Ling as he’s all but dragged away.

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happy jjk thursday.

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slowly opens floor hatch

um. hi.

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I saw plaga!leon and went what if I wrote a little crack abt it

nav.

Your chest heaves rapidly with ragged breaths. Recovering from a harsh landing, you have expected to have a broken leg (or worse, given the height you fell from). Instead, you’re winded, with your chest heaving as you land on something softer than the bricks.

“Christ...” You wheeze out, attempting to sit up, failing to do so when your arms wobble from the slightest pressure. Only for all the adrenaline to rush into your body when you realize what, or in this case, who you landed on.

“Holy shit! Holyshitholyshit! Leon I’m so so so sorry!” You push yourself off of him, unceremoniously landing on your ass next to him. Meanwhile, Leon, only looks up at the sky as though contemplative.

“Leon?” You look over tentatively, you were still breathing pretty hard, but more so at the shock that he fucking broke your fall.

Veins at the side of his face only grow darker and you gulp. (You gulp?!) However, Leon only wheezes slightly, air most likely having been forced out of his lungs by the harsh landing you both had.

“-m okay... ‘m okay,” He partially slurs out, turning onto his hands and knees as he coughs.

“You sound like shit,” You find yourself saying coarsely, “Why did you do that?!”

In an instant, he stands, helping you stand as well, as shell shocked as you were. The veins still prominent against his skin, but his eyes were the same ones you knew.

“Because this plaga thing probably wants to keep me alive?”

You make a face, “Is it bad that I almost feel sorry for it with the amount of times you’ve put yourself into grave danger because of it?”

“Yes!”

“Yes it’s bad or yes that I should feel bad?”

“....”

“....”

“Let’s keep moving.”

“Well, okay, if you say so.”

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what if i just made a prompt list bc of the richard siken bot on twt

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the bots know how to send asks now,,,

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Before I forget,

IM FREE

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man. there really isn’t any roberto fics huh

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the way that you wrote vash has me feeling some kinda way. him sitting on your lap?????? looking all flustered????? (but I also think it’s because I wanna make him cry)

That’s so real of you