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Hi there 🌿

We recently shared our story about escaping Gaza and trying to reunite as a family 🕊️

It's been an overwhelming journey, and we're doing everything we can but we could really use help getting our story seen 💔

If you feel like reblogging or sharing our story, it would mean the world to us 🌍

Thank you so much for your time 🙏

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Hiii!! Yes! I’m more than happy to do that, you heard them, when you see this, please reblog to get it out please!

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IS IT JUST ME OR DO I JUST NOT LIKE THE THREESOME SMUT FICS? I CRINGE SO BAD, I’M CRYING SAVE ME FROM THIS CRYEL WORLD

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YA’LL THIS IS INSANE AND SO CUTE IT HAD ME SILENT SCREAMING IN THE DARK CORNER OF MY ROOM 😭

New year's countdown Pt.2

Fandom: Blue Lock!

Characters: Kaiser x reader

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Kaiser wasn’t the type to sit back and let moments come to him. He seized them, bent them to his will, and made them his. So when you shyly suggested spending New Year’s Eve together, just the two of you, he couldn’t resist making it a night to remember.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected when he showed up at your apartment that evening. A casual dinner? Watching fireworks from the balcony? Maybe a kiss at midnight?

But Michael Kaiser didn’t do anything halfway.

The knock at your door came promptly at 8 PM, and when you opened it, your breath caught. Kaiser stood there, dressed in a sharp, tailored coat, his blond hair glinting under the hallway light. He held out his hand with an amused smirk.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to spend New Year’s Eve in pajamas,” he teased, his eyes sweeping over your cozy outfit.

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. “What’s wrong with pajamas? I thought we agreed on a quiet night in.”

“Correction,” he said, stepping into your space. “You said that. I, however, had a better idea.”

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand and led you toward his car, parked just outside. The city sparkled like a jewel against the night sky, and you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement despite yourself.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he opened the passenger door for you, his usual smirk softening into something almost... tender.

“You’ll see,” he said simply, the glint in his eye making it clear he wasn’t going to spoil the surprise.

The drive was filled with playful banter, his confidence disarming as always. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips when he thought you weren’t looking.

Eventually, the car slowed as you approached a quiet hill overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking—lights stretched as far as the eye could see, the buzz of the city below muted by the distance.

“You did all this for me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you stepped out of the car.

“For us,” he corrected, pulling out a blanket and a thermos from the trunk. “I figured if we’re going to ring in the new year, we might as well do it right.”

You settled onto the blanket together, the thermos revealed to hold hot chocolate he’d actually made himself (“I’m not just a pretty face, you know,” he’d said, winking). The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, the city’s lights twinkling like stars as you leaned into his side.

“Why go through all this trouble?” you asked eventually, your voice breaking the quiet. “You could’ve spent tonight anywhere—with anyone.”

Kaiser turned to you, his expression unusually serious. “Do you really not see it?”

“See what?”

“You’re the only person who makes all of this—the games, the fame, the pressure—worth it,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You remind me there’s more to life than winning.”

Your breath hitched at the vulnerability in his tone, so different from the confident, almost cocky Kaiser you were used to. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering.

As the countdown began from a distance, carried on the faint cheers of the city below, his eyes never left yours.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

Kaiser cupped your face gently, his thumb tracing your cheek.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

“I don’t need fireworks to celebrate,” he murmured. “All I need is you.”

“Four! Three! Two!”

And when the clock struck midnight, his lips found yours—warm, firm, and full of promises for a new year together.

The world around you seemed to pause, the distant sound of fireworks fading as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his signature smirk returning.

“Happy New Year, meine Königin,” he whispered.

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DEAR PEOPLES IF TUMBLR!! I AM IN NEED OF YOUR HELP!!

I am saving money for a cosplay for weebcon, I’m broke so I don’t have much to spend 😖

I can draw pretty decently! So I’m opening commissions to sell.

It's my first time commissioning, so go easy on me with prices,

Sketches - 5$

Lineart - 10$

Flat color - 15$

Render - 20$

And, All of those with Shading - 25$

CommissionsI will accept

-Furries

-Humans

-Animals

-pfp

-OC drawings

-Рос

-Sonic characters

-Cartoon characters

Commissions i WON’T be accepting

Nsfw+

Gore

I’d really appreciate if you helped me

I take payments from

Venmo-

Zelle-

Apple pay-

I can communicate through…

Tumblr

Snapchat- Nousername or Destinei Davis

Instagram- dessie_bug

Tik tok- rinshimaaa_

Thanks a lot :(

Some examples…

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…Listen, I love tumblr and their funny rants, smur fics, everything. BUT STOP MISTAGGING EVEREYYTHIBGGG 😡😡 EVERYTIME I SEARCH UP “Kaiser FLUFF”

I GET HIT WITH A BIG BLAST OF TWITTER PORN LINKS AND EVERYTHING, can everyone puhLEASE tag for the correct fic, cause sometimes people don’t wanna get backshots from Toji…AND IT’S THE THE SAME SITUATION TURNED AROUND, SOMETIMES I WANT THE BACKSHOTS…YA KNOW WHAT I GET…? CUTESY WOOTSY BOOSTY FICS, please just stop mistagging and let me read my fics without getting jumpscared 😞

(this is not meant to attack anyone rather it is a post telling MY opinion on the matter, I have nothing a against smut or fluff fics, so leave me alone 😡)

P. i S: Tumblr can you pwease stop recommending Toji fics? Especially the ones with the stepdad shit and the older kinky stuff, I mess with Toji but I’m not THAT crazy about him…not like Yuta…😖

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PLEAAAASE REALEST POST EVER

STOP THE NSFW POSTS I'M SAD I WANT COMFORT, NOT SOME ROUGH BACKSHOTS😭😭😭

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TUMBLR STOP RECOMMENDING ME THESE KINKY ASS FANFICS, JUST GIVE ME THE ONES WITH THE SMUT AND THE GUSHY DUSHY LOVE STUFF, I DON’T DO THAT KINKY SHIT (no hate I just don’t like reading them sometimes)

- Rishima

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Guys should I like finish this cause I have quite literal art block. The reason I’m struggling because how TIME CONSUMING IT IS… LIKE I STARTED LATE LIKE 11, EXPECTING TO BE DONE AT 2…NAAAAHH… I GET DONE WITH SAKURA AT 5! I just wanted to do a fun little cute redraw with Syaoran and Sakura figures, BUT I CAN’T GET THAT, CAN’T I MOTIVATION 😡

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How…HOW DO PEOPLE WRITE SMUT AND NOT CRASH OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT??? I’M A ANGST AND FLUFF WRITER AND EVEN I CRASH OUT WITH THE CHEESY MOMENTS?? I NEED TO TAKE A BREAK BEFORE I EVEN CONTINUE…LIKE HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE AND WRITE OUTRAGEOUS SHIT AND NOT CRASH OUT?? IS IT A TALENT I JUST SIMPLY LACK?? WHAT IS YOUR SECRET 😭

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i think sae is one of the bllk men who like it most when you cry but i fear i’m going to hell for saying it

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I NEED MORE YUTA X READER FANFICS, TUMBLR START RECOMMENDING ME YUTA X READER FANFICS I WILL PAY YOU FOR IT

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Satoru Gojo sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light of his room casting long shadows across the walls. His phone was in his hand, a small device that now felt heavy as a stone. One by one, he played the voicemails, his wife’s laughter filling the room, her voice warm and familiar.

“Hey, love,” Y/N’s voice chimed. “Don’t forget to pick up C/N after practice. She’s excited to show you her new tricks—she’s getting good, you know?”

Satoru chuckled softly, his heart aching at the sound. Then came the voicemail from his daughter, C/N, her small voice bright with innocence.

“Dad! Guess what? I won today! Can we have ice cream later? Mom says yes, but only if you say yes too!”

The room felt so full in that moment, as though they were still there, still waiting for him. But the reality of the empty bed beside him, the eerie stillness of the house, brought him back to the cold truth: neither of them was there.

A chill crawled up his spine. Where were they? Satoru stood up, scanning the quiet room, his confusion growing. It wasn’t like them to be gone like this, without a word. His eyes darted to the hallway, but there was no sound, no soft footsteps, no laughter echoing through the home.

“Y/N? C/N?” His voice cracked slightly, the unease starting to seep into his chest. He moved quickly through the house, checking the kitchen, the living room, every corner where they might be hiding, waiting with their teasing smiles. But there was only silence.

Panic gripped him. He rushed outside, into the rain that had begun to fall softly, the cold droplets hitting his skin. He didn’t even grab a jacket—just his slippers, his shirt, and his sweats. His breath quickened as he sprinted down the street, calling out their names into the night.

“Y/N! C/N!” He shouted, his voice growing hoarse as the rain pelted harder, drenching him as he ran. His feet pounded the wet pavement, slipping occasionally, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His heart was racing, a frantic drum in his chest, pushing him forward. Something was wrong—he knew it now. Every instinct screamed that he needed to find them, now.

It wasn’t until he reached the cemetery, his slippers soaked and muddied, that his legs faltered. His breath caught in his throat as two headstones came into view, side by side, their inscriptions barely visible in the downpour.

His legs moved on their own, his body numb as he approached the graves. His vision blurred, but not from the rain. The names etched into the stone tore through him like a blade: Y/N Gojo and C/N Gojo, his wife and his daughter.

“No…” Satoru whispered, his voice barely audible. But as he sank to his knees, his fingers trembling over the wet stones, the memories came crashing back all at once.

October 31st. Shibuya. Y/N and C/N had gone out to shop, just another day, just another errand. But then—curses. A flood of them, tearing through the city like a storm of death and destruction. Satoru had been there—he’d fought, he’d saved countless lives—but not fast enough. Not for them.

He remembered the sight of Y/N and C/N, their bodies entwined even in death, his wife’s arms wrapped tightly around their daughter, shielding her even as they died. Their last moments had been together, and the last thing he heard that day was the sound of their screams—their final scream, drowned in terror, cut short before he could reach them.

He had gotten there, but too late. He was always too late.

Now, as the rain fell heavier, soaking him to his core, Satoru sat by their graves. The world felt distant, blurred around the edges, like a cruel dream he couldn’t wake from. The silence he once feared was now the only thing that stayed with him—the silence of a house that would never again hear their voices.

He covered his face, his chest heaving with sobs that ripped through him, the grief that had been buried for too long finally breaking free. He sobbed loudly, the sound raw and anguished, filling the cold, empty night. There was no one to hear him—no one left.

For all his strength, all his power, he had been helpless in the end. He couldn’t save the two people who mattered most. And now, they were gone. Truly gone. The silence, the emptiness—it wasn’t a nightmare. It was reality.

As the rain fell, Satoru finally accepted the truth: he was alone. Completely, utterly alone. His world had ended on that day, with the sound of his family’s screams. The memories flooded back, vivid and unrelenting, until there was nothing left to fight against.

The strongest sorcerer, sat broken at their graves, the weight of their absence crushing him, and for the first time, he couldn’t stand back up.

Sorry guys, yes, I know I’m messed up for this

[rishiimaa]

I’ve actually haven’t been on tumblr in 3 weeks🥲🥲 just came to check up on you. Hope you’re doing well!

Hii friend! Welcome back to Tumblr, and I appreciate you checking up on me, like I audibly said aww, thank you! <3

[rishiimaa]

So I have this cute fluff story for cardcaptor sakura

One night, Sakura is having a bad dream where she feels like she's all alone when she comes across the ghost of her mother Nadeshiko Kinomoto. Sakura tells her mother that she scared that everyone is going to leave her forever but Nadeshiko Kinomoto tells her that everyone around her loves her and that no matter what she will never be alone

When sakura wakes up she thought it was a dream but when she goes back to sleep her mother's ghost gently kisses her on the forehead telling her sweet dreams my little sakura

Like that?

AWWW THIS IS SO SWEET YES YES I’LL DEFINITELY DO THIS!! I’LL TRY MY BEST!! :3

Disclaimer: Angst to comfort

Kinda rushed….

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After her shower, Sakura trudged into her room, her damp hair clinging to her neck as she glanced at Kero, still glued to his video game, surrounded by a pile of snack wrappers. Normally, she’d scold him about the mess, but tonight, she didn’t have the energy. The weight in her chest was too heavy to bear.

“Kero… clean up, will you?” she mumbled, her voice barely rising above a whisper. She threw herself onto the bed, not bothering with the blanket or even turning off the light. The familiar warmth of her room didn’t bring the usual comfort tonight.

She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. The school year was almost over. Soon, everyone would be moving on. Syaoran, Tomoyo, Meiling — they all had their futures laid out ahead of them, and she worried they'd drift away. The thought of losing the close bonds she'd built with them made her heart ache. *What if everyone grows up and forgets about me?* she thought, her chest tightening.

The future felt terrifying. Everyone was changing so fast, and she wasn’t sure she could keep up. What if she got left behind, stuck in one place while everyone else moved forward? A lump formed in her throat as she blinked back tears. The world felt too big, too uncertain, and the thought of losing her friends was unbearable.

Sakura’s eyes slowly closed, exhaustion taking over, but her heart was still heavy with fear. She fell into a restless sleep, unaware that Kero had quietly turned off the light and pulled the blanket over her. "Sakura..." he muttered softly, worry in his voice.

In her dream, Sakura found herself wandering through an empty street in Tomoeda. It was quiet — too quiet. The usual laughter and voices of her friends were missing, and the streets felt cold. The shops were closed, the trees bare, and the world around her seemed hollow, almost lifeless.

“Hello?” she called out, her voice echoing in the stillness. She waited for a response, but none came. Her footsteps echoed as she walked, each step amplifying the loneliness growing in her chest. She passed by familiar places — the school, the park, her favorite cafe — but they all felt distant, like they were fading from her life.

She kept walking, hoping to see someone, anyone, but there was only emptiness. Tears stung her eyes as her fears began to overwhelm her. *Is this what the future looks like?* she wondered. *Will I be all alone, watching everyone move on without me?*

Sakura’s legs started to tremble as the ache in her heart grew stronger. The sense of abandonment clawed at her, making her feel smaller and more helpless with each passing second. She wanted to scream, but her voice was stuck, caught in the knot of fear tightening inside her.

Suddenly, a soft, glowing light appeared ahead of her, cutting through the darkness. Sakura blinked in surprise, her heart racing as she cautiously moved toward it. As she got closer, the light began to take shape — a figure, tall and graceful, stepping out of the brightness. And then, Sakura recognized her.

It was her mother.

“M-Mom?” Sakura’s voice cracked, her hands flying to her mouth as tears immediately filled her eyes. Without thinking, she ran toward her, the overwhelming relief crashing over her like a wave. She threw her arms around her mother’s waist, clutching onto her tightly, as if afraid she might disappear.

The transparent woman smiled softly, wrapping her arms around her daughter in return. Warm, is what Sakura felt, she wasn’t cold like a ghost…it felt real. “My sweet Sakura,” she whispered, her voice full of love and warmth. “You don’t need to be afraid.”

Sakura pressed her face into her mother’s shoulder, sobbing as all the fear and anxiety she’d been holding inside spilled out. “Mom, I… I’m so scared. The school year is ending, and… what if everyone forgets about me? What if they all grow up and leave me behind? I don’t want to lose them.”

Nadeshiko gently stroked her daughter’s hair, her touch soothing. “Sakura, my dear, growing up doesn’t mean growing apart. The people who truly love you will always be with you, no matter where life takes them. Your friends, your family — they love you more than you know.”

Sakura lifted her head slightly, looking up at her mother through tear-filled eyes. “But what if… what if I can’t keep up? What if I’m not strong enough?”

Her mother knelt down in front of her, wiping away the tears on Sakura’s cheeks with a soft smile. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, Sakura. True strength isn’t about facing things alone. You have people who care about you, people who will stand by your side. You don’t need to carry this burden by yourself.”

Sakura’s heart swelled as her mother’s words wrapped around her like a warm blanket. The fear that had been suffocating her started to loosen its grip. “I miss you so much, Mom,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I know, my little Sakura,” Nadeshiko said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Sakura’s face. “But I’m always with you. No matter where you go or what changes, I’ll always be in your heart, just like your friends will be.”

Sakura hugged her mother again, holding her tightly, not wanting to let go. She felt the warmth of her mother’s love surrounding her, a love that gave her strength and comfort.

When Sakura woke up, the first light of morning was just beginning to filter through her window. She lay still for a moment, her heart full and her body warm beneath the blanket Kero had pulled over her.

She smiled softly to herself, knowing deep down that her mother’s words were true. No matter what happened, no matter how much things changed, she wouldn’t be alone. Her friends, her family — they were part of her, and she’d always carry them with her, just as they carried her.

As she closed her eyes for a moment longer, she felt the lingering warmth of her mother’s presence and heard her gentle voice once again. “Sweet dreams, Sakura.”

YAYY I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BESTO FRIENDO

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I was curious, would you be okay with writing a sequel? It's completely fine if not, especially if it seems like there's not much that could happen in it 😅

Depends! Sequel to what? :3

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Oh, sorry the Gojo x Yuuta request upset you. I usually try my best to read the rules before sending a request. Perhaps I was remiss in reading it. I admit Yuta is 17 years old at the present time of the manga and he is a student of Gojo-sensei. I don't care about it because they are 2D characters. I make a clear distinction between real life and 2D, and I respect that you can't accept this ship even though they are 2D characters. I want to say one thing: Gojo and Yuta are basically extremely distant relatives according to Gojo. To be precise, they share the same ancestor Sugawara Michizane (a person from the Heian period). That is about 1000 years ago. Even Gojo wouldn't know they had the same ancestor if he didn't investigate. I just disagree with some arguments (I've seen) that Gojo x Yuuta is a 'blood related' ship. Thank you for answering me so politely.

It’s no issue! But no matter how much you argue that they are just 2-D characters, it doesn’t validate pedophilia! Because it can still be harmful in the younger audience, no matter what adult x minor ships will never be accepted, real life or in a cartoon, because that’d be normalizing pedophilia. An example would be like romanticizing murder like Yandere characters and making them seem what they’re doing is okay, it’s a terrible thing to normalize and expose, our next generation could see that as completely normal and may even make that a real thing, so we try to avoid that. Even if that wasn’t the case,

I don’t wanna sound mean, but it’s just kinda weird that you’d wanna ship adult x minor, at least, that’s what I think, I’m sorry if this whole thing totally sounded backhanded that wasn’t my intention, I just wish to let you know that even if you have a heavy belief that nothing is wrong with it, many, many other people do disagree and they can harass you, and I wish that upon no one (Unless you’re a real life predator), so I just wanna let you know that I’d try to prevent from publicizing things like this. But, I appreciate the apology! And I pray you have a great day 👍🏾