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[ikezou]

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

[ikezou]

ALLERGY

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TW: idk... Strawberries? Grammatical errors and spelling probably

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Lucy: red

Luna: green

It started as a small thing, a 'harmless' difference between two friends. Lucy and Luna had been inseparable since childhood, connected by an unspoken understanding of each other's quirks and flaws. Lucy with her extroverted personality and contagious laughter, had an obsessive love for strawberries; strawberry shortcake, strawberry jam, you name it! To Lucy, strawberries were a big piece of happiness.

Luna on the other hand, was deathly allergic to them.

At first, It wasn't a problem. Lucy was always so careful, never pushing the boundary too far, never eating or bringing them around when Luna was with her. Both made promises to be careful, to always wash their hands, to never get close after indulging in her favorite fruit. But as time passed, It all was forgotten and eventually broken.

"It's just one small bite," Lucy would say, turning away as she popped a berry into her mouth. Luna would flinch, her stomach twisting. "Lucy, please." And Lucy would sigh, getting absolutely filled with guilt but never stopping. "I'm sorry, you know how much I love them!"

The problem wasn't that Lucy wanted to hurt Luna. She never did. But trying to avoid strawberries completely started to feel like a burden. It was as if she had to give up something she truly loved just to keep their friendship going, and overtime, that felt exhausting.

Luna, too, felt it. The invisible wall growing between them. The way her happiness dimmed and smile dropped whenever Lucy reached for that cursed fruit, the way her chest tightened, not just from the allergy but from the knowledge that this friendship, their beautiful and precious friendship was harming them in ways that neither could fix.

"You don't have to give them up, Lucy" Luna blurted one day, the weight of her emotions pressuring her. "But I don't think we should do this anymore."

Lucy froze, the strawberry in her hand suddenly feeling like hundreds of needles piercing through her fingers. "What?"

"I can't keep doing this. I love being with you, but it hurts every time. And I know it hurts you too. We're forcing something that just.. isn't working" Luna's voice trembled, but she held her composure.

Lucy felt something inside her drop and break into pieces. A part of her wanted to throw the strawberries away, wanting to tell Luna that she mattered more, that she'd never eat another berry again. But that would be a complete lie. "Luna.." her voice was barely a whisper.

Luna smiled, but it was rather a sad one and filled with resignation. "You're not a bad person and neither am I. But we're not good for each other." Lucy didn't argue, they both knew it was true.

The days that followed were silent and empty. The absence of their shared laughter echoed louder than any words could. And even as Lucy sat alone, strawberries piled on her plate, they never tasted as sweet again.

The end.

A special thanks to my best friend Roxy for coming up with the "Allergy" theory and for sharing it with me!! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had the courage to write a story today. And yes she gave me her full consent into turning it into a story.

I do hope that you get what the meaning of the story is and NO it's not all about strawberries, there is a deeper meaning behind it.

If it wasn't clear enough here is an explanation that my best friend said:

"Two people can get along just fine but sometimes people have different needs that need to be required in order for them to feel comfortable. That doesn't mean person A is doing something necessarily bad, but person B just can't feel good around them. So the thing is, as happy as you can feel around someone, if they have that one thing that upsets you a lot, it's better to come to a mutual understanding and just respect each other from now on but not remain as friends anymore"

Lucy:

[ikezou]

what luxnoc has taught me over the last 3 years

is this corny? yes. but did vtubers genuinely change my life? i don’t like to say it but

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🖋️ Ike Eveland: the insecurities you have are invisible or even appealing to the people that truly matter. shame isn’t real. passion is

🦁 Luca Kaneshiro: tend to your needs before you take responsibility for others, and you will find that they will be drawn to you regardless

👟 Shu Yamino: we are always developing. anything is reasonably in character because you’re the one calling the shots. moving forward is a beautiful thing

👹 Vox Akuma: isn’t it stunning to look back at all you’ve created? your own work bleeds your personality. your individuality is what makes your art so compelling

🎭 Alban Knox: dedication is the balance of rest and responsibility, when you can feel proud of all you’ve accomplished and still find time to let yourself be at peace without stressing over things meant to be joyful

🐑 Fulgur Ovid: you are your own ultimate audience. the greatest satisfaction is when you are most true and indulgent in yourself

🔗 Sonny Brisko: the best part about tentacles is that they can interact with any part of the body simultaneously

🔮 Uki Violeta: take a breath and recognize your own capabilities. introspection is a sacred thing. you are wiser than you’ll ever realize, and your world always expands with you

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[ikezou]

i love how a lot of sevika posts start like

"sevika's such an interesting character , i love the way she's animated.."

and then end like

"i'd let her waterboard me with her squirt though"

what an interesting fandom

[ikezou]

Sevika: I'm gonna fight the next person who talks shit about my wife

You: I hate myself

Sevika: Alright baby, square up...

[ikezou]

fem reader intended

husband nanami who quit working overtime because he hated seeing you stay up so late- dozing off on the dining table, a warm plate of food waiting for him at 11:37 on a tuesday night.

husband nanami who carries you to bed, making sure you were warm before focusing on getting unready himself. putting your health before his, like always.

husband nanami who make sures to eat the food you’ve prepared for him, appetite or not, because putting your cooking to waste would make him feel even more guilty (if possible).

husband nanami who likes waking up and catching you in the kitchen, dancing to the music while preparing his lunch. sometimes he even sees you taking small samples of his food before stopping yourself from eating the whole thing.

husband nanami who goes to work with his bento inside his bag, staring at it his whole shift and counting the hours until he gets to read what you’ve written him for the day.

husband nanami who stores all your letters inside the first drawer of his desk, rereading them as if they’re motivational quotes on a coffee cup whenever his coworkers and boss start testing his remaining bits of patience.

husband nanami who leaves the office building the moment his shift is over and heads straight to your favorite café, ordering every single one of your favorite pastries- not minding how the number keeps increasing with every beep.

husband nanami who surprises you, freshly out the shower, with a huge bag full of bread you’ve been craving the whole week.

husband nanami who helps you with your post-shower routine while ocassionally feeding you, laughing at how your eyes never left the bag the moment he came home.

husband nanami who makes sure you actually get to sleep before 10 pm, leaving no excuses as he carries you to the bed again, but this time you’re laughing and gripping onto his shoulders.

husband nanami who traps you in his hold, lulling you to sleep as he apologizes for all the times he made you stay up late- sleeping uncomfortably on the table.

husband nanami who gets to sleep another night with your face as the last thing he sees.

and husband nanami who wakes up another morning, with your skin being the first thing he feels.

[ikezou]

FOREVER YOUNG

TW: SH, CURSE WORDS,SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SUICIDE

best to read in dark mode

" 13.. 14... 15.. 16" I count my newly made cuts one by one on my left arm. Every cut I touch, every cut I run my fingers up and down on, gives me a mixture of pain and sadness. Every scars of mine were done differently; One, created with love, the other created with all the pain I've bottled up inside me, and the last, created with mixed envy and jealousy. Despite their differences, all of them compliment each other, if one goes missing it would look empty and incomplete.

"18.. 19.. aaandd.. 20!" A celebratory smile engulfs my face, the counting has come to an end. 20 cuts, huh? Considering that it was all done on one arm, that sets a new record.

Why am I counting, you ask?

Well, it's never really been easy to swallow or accept what I've been doing to myself. So, I made a little game where my cuts need to be in a certain number in order for me to win, I made it to make self-harming a little less lonely and painful than it is. If I win, I win. If I lose, I lose. It's as simple as that, I don't really have any punishments or rewards for myself, just getting the scars alone feels more like a reward than a punishment.

"Hey google, give me a random number between 1 and 20" I say.

"Here's a random number, 7."

I groan "Not even close.." I guess luck isn't on my side today.

I looked at my cuts again, I felt a wave of guilt pass through my body, I tried to hold back the tears that desperately want to break free, But my body didn't cooperate. Wet tears started to stream down my cheeks, choking on my own tears, I cry out of pain. I try to wipe my face on my sleeves as an attempt to stop it ,but, I failed. Why do I keep tearing up whenever I look at them? Is it because they're too pretty? or is it because I ruined my skin once again?

Memories started to replay in my mind, taking me back to the moments where I was the happiest person on earth. Skin untouched by blades, eyes filled with nothing but happiness, and all positive types of laughs and giggles leaving my mouth.

Why can't I just stay like that? Why do we only get to experience real happiness in such a short period of time? I want to go back to the times where my innocence and sanity were still kept intact, is that too hard to wish for?

...

If I maybe.. disappear, will I get reincarnated and be able to live a happy life and experience the happiness that I felt before? or will I see nothing but... darkness?

That thought alone triggers a panic attack inside me, only seeing black after death...? I shivered just from thinking about it.

But then again, it's better than staying in the environment I'm in, any longer.

Thinking about death distracted and scared me so much that I didn't even notice my left hand moving on its own and picking up my blue cutter. I guess I'll be adding more, huh?

"Fuck.." I mutter, pain wrapping around my whole right arm as I slit a line near my elbow, not even a minute has passed and crimson red blood started to drip down from the wound to my right thigh. I felt a sharp pain as I touch it.. and it only made me want to go deeper. I cut another line next to it, this time it's even deeper. With just two cuts on my right arm, more heavy tears started to stream from my eyes then down to my cheeks.

It hurts.

cut

fuck

cut

please

cut

it hurts..

cut

I can't do this

cut

please stop!..

Despite those screaming thoughts demanding for me to stop, I still kept on going, I'm not stopping until I get my arm covered in blood. My blood.

cut

"FUCK!" I went too deep.

"fucking hell!" I cry in pain as I felt the wound expand. I'm bleeding...a lot. A fucking lot.

"Is that a fucking vein?!" Panic rushed through my body, it's beating. One wrong move and I'll..die.

.....

Death! Was that not what I was rooting for ever since I've been doing this? Now is the perfect time.. But.. I'm scared.

I.. I don't want to leave everything behind... I.. want to keep living?

"Why?" A voice in my head appears. "Why do you still want to stay after all you've been through?" oh. "Don't you remember how 'they' ruined you?" I do. "Then why do you want to stay?" Because despite everything that happened to me, I still had fun. Even if I lost my innocence at a very young age, I still had lots of fun. Every breakdown I had, I enjoyed every last bit of it.

"But it's time to rest." Rest? haven't done that in years.

"That's why you should do it right now." What?

"You're sick of everything, right? You want it to end." Of course I do.

"Then give up." ....

"You were waiting for someone to say that to you, right?" I-

"Give up. You have had enough."

Wait

"You don't deserve to live."

......

"Don't you get it? The reason why they treat you like this is because they want you gone."

"Open your fucking eyes."

...

....

.....

......

.......

"Give up.." I mutter.

"what?"

"I give up." I mutter my last words, moving the blade closer to my open wound.

cut

"Goodnight" Was the last thing I heard.

I'm finally free.

Oh, and i forgot one thing.

Happy 13th birthday to me ;)

Cyclamen; Resignation, Diffidence and Goodbye.

Hope you guys liked this one! I apologize if there are any grammatical errors that you saw, please let me know if there are any! I've read and corrected this story a thousand times already and I sure do hope there aren't any mistakes.

[ikezou]

Ways to level up when you are bored🎧🤍🧘🏼‍♀️

Here are some simple things you can do when you have nothing to do that will still be more productive than doom scrolling.

Learn a new hair style/makeup look! (Works best if you search it with your face shape)

Watch a video essay about a topic you know nothing about.

Take a color analysis quiz and see what colors you have in your closet that suit you.

Create a vision board (physical or digital)

Try a new recipe for easy snacks

Reorganize your space so it flows easier.

Journal about your dream life as if you already have it.

Take a walk and listen to a podcast.

Clean your makeup brushes.

Try to make outfits with clothes you never wear.

Do a face mask and a hair mask.

Try a new workout format

Go over old flash cards (no point learning something if you forget it after the test)

Say affirmations into the mirror.

Record yourself speaking normally and see if there is anything you can improve to help with public speaking.

Go down a Wikipedia rabbit hole (learn something new)

That’s all I have for now what do you do when you are bored that’s not scrolling?

[ikezou]

why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead

[ikezou]

🖋️ ike eveland 3d debut!! (ft. hatsune miku)

[ikezou]

i love jjk, man, but some people are really immature and it's embarrassing. why is there so much entitlement and childishness in the jjk community?

i also got attached to many of gege's characters. he really made some of my perpetual beloveds. i hated their destinies in jjkverse, but there's no way im going to get so butthurt to the point of wishing the author death and illness.

you all need some reality check, to emotionally grow up and UNDERSTAND that no person deserves actual badness because of the artistic direction they took for THEIR work.

if you are suffering so much about it: SEEK HELP, drop the manga, or distance yourself from jjk content. but to go that length? you're unnecessary and embarrassing, do better.

[ikezou]

daily clicks for palestine

donate to feed refugees in rafah

spreadsheet of gofundmes to evacuate families

fundraiser for esims for gaza

orgs to donate to

[ikezou]

A short story that i made~! Hope you like it!

Read in dark mode for a better experience!

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

As the days pass by, my sweet and passionate loving feelings for you grows stronger, I want to experience your world that someday my people may take over. Every step i take towards you, my whole entire body feels weak and my knees start to quiver. I cry repeatedly saying "No!" as i watch you, ruthlessly getting stabbed by a sharp sword, over and over.

Your screams reach my ears, begging for me to help, wishing that i will save you, but i can't. I feel saddened and disappointed in my own self for loving and hurting you. I despise monsters which are your kind, and yet, I still fell inlove with you.

Monsters like you are filthy, unsympathetic and murdering goblins, killing millions of innocent human beings with no remorse. You're pictured as a cruel creature to us humans, but, you were the one who opened my eyes and showed me how to have fun in the real world.

As we met and got close back in the day, I decided then and there that i will fight my own kind, kill them if they dare to hurt you, and spoil you with loving actions. Yet, why can't I seem to move my feet? Why do i feel like I am being held back by imaginary chains? And why are your eyes looking at me like I am at fault that people arranged an execution of you? Your eyes are full of hatred, betrayal and pain as they look straight at me.

God knows how much i want to stop them from killing you but, I can't.. I'm not powerful enough.

But there was another reason lingering in my mind that i refuse to even believe that I thought of that.

"What is the point of saving you when I can clearly see in your eyes that you hate me now?"

I am so disappointed that i thought about that. I am so disappointed in myself for giving up so easily and just wasting our love.

I'm sorry that i couldn't save you, my love. I was just so scared that if I did, you would avoid me and assume that i was the one who told them to execute you infront of humans.

I will still love you even if I don't feel or see your existence anymore.

Wherever you are right now, I hope you found someone more lovable and someone better than me. I hope you love each other more than how we loved each other back then.

I will make sure to avenge your death.

・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MY POOKIEWOOKIEDOOKIECOOKIEROOKIEGOOKIETOOKIEWITHALAMBHORGINIONTOP @nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun FOR HELPING ME WITH THE BANNERS, GRAMATICAL ERRORS, TAGS AND FOR BEING AN INCREDIBLE FRIEND TO ME! make sure to support their fanfics too!!

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[ikezou]

A short story that i made~! Hope you like it!

Read in dark mode for a better experience!

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

As the days pass by, my sweet and passionate loving feelings for you grows stronger, I want to experience your world that someday my people may take over. Every step i take towards you, my whole entire body feels weak and my knees start to quiver. I cry repeatedly saying "No!" as i watch you, ruthlessly getting stabbed by a sharp sword, over and over.

Your screams reach my ears, begging for me to help, wishing that i will save you, but i can't. I feel saddened and disappointed in my own self for loving and hurting you. I despise monsters which are your kind, and yet, I still fell inlove with you.

Monsters like you are filthy, unsympathetic and murdering goblins, killing millions of innocent human beings with no remorse. You're pictured as a cruel creature to us humans, but, you were the one who opened my eyes and showed me how to have fun in the real world.

As we met and got close back in the day, I decided then and there that i will fight my own kind, kill them if they dare to hurt you, and spoil you with loving actions. Yet, why can't I seem to move my feet? Why do i feel like I am being held back by imaginary chains? And why are your eyes looking at me like I am at fault that people arranged an execution of you? Your eyes are full of hatred, betrayal and pain as they look straight at me.

God knows how much i want to stop them from killing you but, I can't.. I'm not powerful enough.

But there was another reason lingering in my mind that i refuse to even believe that I thought of that.

"What is the point of saving you when I can clearly see in your eyes that you hate me now?"

I am so disappointed that i thought about that. I am so disappointed in myself for giving up so easily and just wasting our love.

I'm sorry that i couldn't save you, my love. I was just so scared that if I did, you would avoid me and assume that i was the one who told them to execute you infront of humans.

I will still love you even if I don't feel or see your existence anymore.

Wherever you are right now, I hope you found someone more lovable and someone better than me. I hope you love each other more than how we loved each other back then.

I will make sure to avenge your death.

・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MY POOKIEWOOKIEDOOKIECOOKIEROOKIEGOOKIETOOKIEWITHALAMBHORGINIONTOP @nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun FOR HELPING ME WITH THE BANNERS, GRAMATICAL ERRORS, TAGS AND FOR BEING AN INCREDIBLE FRIEND TO ME! make sure to support their fanfics too!!

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ

[ikezou]

HAPPY VALENTINES YALL ❤️

[ikezou]

real guys

Hello everyone! Today I'm here to invite you to my discord server!

It is a multi fandom server, for writers readers, artists, gamers and people who just want to chill and hang out with friends!

Where you can get to know me, my unfinished fanfics and random stuff that I don't post online!

And if you do decide to join I hope you enjoy you're time there!

[ikezou]

I'm sorry but it needs to be said - MHA literally has a character whose whole entire quirk is fucking vibrate and I see absolutely nothing for him, the fuck kind of crime is this