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🫂Please stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me.💔

Save family 🙏💔

I am Enas, and I have eight children. I don't know how to describe to you the feelings of war, the pain, the suffering, and the destruction we are experiencing here.

Just imagine: I lost my home, my job, and I've lived through the devastation.

We've been at war for a year or more.

I live in a small tent in the cold and winter

We can no longer bear this life here.

My daughter needs healthcare, but I am alone, and under these conditions, I cannot give her the most basic rights.

She needs healthy food, but even that has become difficult to obtain due to exploitation and the lack of the most basic resources

We are now in a state of severe famine and cannot find any kind of food

Here in the tent, we have been drowning in the heavy rains

Escaping death is so difficult that they have closed the crossing to us, and now we cannot travel, and we are still here in Gaza, in the devastation

But I launched this campaign so that my family and I can leave here when the crossing opens.

But even leaving is not easy.

Because we need coordination from Egypt, and we have to pay $5,000 per person.

I need to save my life and the lives of my family from death, and you are the only way to achieve this

Your cooperation and presence will save our lives from death.

I know you are capable of it, and I trust you. I will be grateful to anyone who helps me

Help us live 🚨💔 donate to us, even if it's a little. Extend a helping hand and save us. Prices are high, and we can't satisfy our children's hunger. Can you donate $100? If you can't donate as much as you can and share my post so my children's cries reach as many people as possible. Thank you in advance🙏🫂🥹.

Please donate to me as much as you can. 🙏🥺😭💔

Your donation, even if it's small, could save us. It could bring a smile to the face of a child who has only known the cruelty of war🥺🙏🍉.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #611 )✅️

Verified by : @ana-bananya

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🫂Please stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me.💔

Save family 🙏💔

I am Enas, and I have eight children. I don't know how to describe to you the feelings of war, the pain, the suffering, and the destruction we are experiencing here.

Just imagine: I lost my home, my job, and I've lived through the devastation.

We've been at war for a year or more.

I live in a small tent in the cold and winter

We can no longer bear this life here.

My daughter needs healthcare, but I am alone, and under these conditions, I cannot give her the most basic rights.

She needs healthy food, but even that has become difficult to obtain due to exploitation and the lack of the most basic resources

We are now in a state of severe famine and cannot find any kind of food

Here in the tent, we have been drowning in the heavy rains

Escaping death is so difficult that they have closed the crossing to us, and now we cannot travel, and we are still here in Gaza, in the devastation

But I launched this campaign so that my family and I can leave here when the crossing opens.

But even leaving is not easy.

Because we need coordination from Egypt, and we have to pay $5,000 per person.

I need to save my life and the lives of my family from death, and you are the only way to achieve this

Your cooperation and presence will save our lives from death.

I know you are capable of it, and I trust you. I will be grateful to anyone who helps me

Help us live 🚨💔 donate to us, even if it's a little. Extend a helping hand and save us. Prices are high, and we can't satisfy our children's hunger. Can you donate $100? If you can't donate as much as you can and share my post so my children's cries reach as many people as possible. Thank you in advance🙏🫂🥹.

Please donate to me as much as you can. 🙏🥺😭💔

Your donation, even if it's small, could save us. It could bring a smile to the face of a child who has only known the cruelty of war🥺🙏🍉.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #611 )✅️

Verified by : @ana-bananya

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Under the war you waged against us, we lost everything: our home, our money, our businesses, and even our clothes. I paid for everything I had in my home and my businesses because of the bombing we witnessed every day. To this day, we have been displaced several times, and the first night was extremely difficult. As a result, my children became exhausted due to malnutrition and lack of food and medicine.

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To every person with a big heart...

I'm Abdul Karim. My name may not matter much... but my story might touch your heart.

I'm a child, but the war has turned me into an old man in pain...

I lost my eyes, and pain has become my daily companion. Every day I ask myself: Why did this happen to me?

I don't want toys or holidays... I just want treatment. I want to stop the pain. I want to go back to living.

I have nothing to offer... but I have a heartfelt prayer for everyone who helps me.

Support me, empathize with me, and let me feel that there are still good people out there.

I don't just need medicine... I need hope.

Help me... maybe, thanks to you, I can feel alive again.

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What would happen if reader confesses to the twins first ? Either one of them only or both of them ?

confessing first to yandere twins

—ask yourself, are you sure you want this?

contents: yandere male x gender-neutral reader. yandere female x gender-neutral reader. only reference to reader/darling is 'you' and the nickname 'firestorm'. murder.

notes: i think i went a bit overboard diving deeper into them, but do enjoy!

If you were the one to confess first to both of them at once, their reactions would largely depend on how you confess.

Because imagine spending time with them, arms linked with both. Lina is happily pointing to every single item she thinks you’d like, with Varis passively listening though his eyes are on you. Then you say: “I like you two.”

Their heads whip back to you and you feel them stop instantly. The air changes, Lina’s mouth is hanging open while Varis’s surprise is written all over his face.

Lina’s nervous laughter could be heard first. “I-I don’t think I heard you properly? Did you say you wanted two of something, firestorm?” She tries to convince herself that you didn’t just say what her heart’s been wanting you to say. She can’t be greedy, she thinks.

“‘m pretty sure your firestorm jus’ said somethin’ else.” Varis’s voice rang close, his head lowering to lay on your shoulder. “Wanna repeat it?” Close enough to feel his breath on your neck, the tips of his hair brushing against your cheek.

You stammer out what you said, rendered flustered by the handsome man. And all he does is hum with a smile, shooting his sister a look that has her moving closer so you’d be trapped.

“Do you really mean that, firestorm…?” Lina has tiny hearts in her eyes now, waiting with bated breath for your confirmation.

If you prepared beforehand to confess to both of them by taking them someplace nice, Varis picks up rather quickly that you’re trying to woo them. He’d spend the entire time giving you knowing grins behind his sister’s back, and play dumb when you ask him what’s up. He’d keep up the poorly-concealed act until you break the ice and say you like them both.

Lina, on the other hand, would be none the wiser. She’ll overthink and inwardly fawn over your attempts to romance them, but then quickly scold herself and say that she’s still not quite your type and she has to try harder to embody that. Hearing you say that you like them both would cause her brain to short-circuit and her face to overheat. But nonetheless, she would happily agree to be with you! And her brother too, she supposes…

Now, about confessing to only one of the twins… You would be in for a lot of risk here. The entire reason why the twins come in a package and not separately is all because they know they would kill each other if one or the other has your heart. They still do care about each other to a certain degree, enough to steer away from murdering family, so to have you confessing to one of them is akin to a dam breaking — Disaster will strike.

The tricky part is that you’re kept unaware of the twins’ dark sides, so you wouldn’t be able to hear about it until the twin of your choice lets you know what the other’s been doing behind your back — Of course, they’re completely innocent! They were just scared/wary of their twin doing anything to you if you found out…so please don’t be upset at them!

The next course of action they would do depends on who you’ve chosen to confess to.

Lina would take you elsewhere, somewhere FAR away, someplace you won’t be hurt or involved. Sadly, this would mean that you would have to give up using technology and switch to more traditional ways of life — the only thing that would be left is an old television. She’s well-aware that her brother would be able to track both of you down with his talents, so you’d be subjected to a life of constant fear and protection with Lina. Going to your family was out of the question, Varis wouldn’t hesitate to take them down too.

She’d be updated on all the recent deaths on the news, a trail of bodies leading closer and closer to where you are. And she’s not stupid, she knows this is his doing. It wouldn’t be long before he’s found you.

Ultimately, you might wake up to find someone dead at your door. Just pray that it isn’t the woman who's been keeping you safe.

Varis wouldn’t go to such extremes, not at first. He’d keep you right where you are, insisting to let him do all of the work. Though you’re scared of what Lina might do, he’s calm, with business as usual as he types away on his laptop an hour after you’ve learned the truth. That’s not quite correct though, he’s only keeping it together because he knows what he does next is crucial to being with you. Even as you face Lina with Varis, you keep his words in mind on how to behave so you wouldn’t be next. Wouldn’t be suspected.

He arranges a huge scandal that discredits Lina in the form of a post, exposing her for all of her misdeeds and nasty actions. It’s enough to cause her to riot, but you wouldn’t be there to witness it as you’ve fled.

You wouldn’t hear anything about her from Varis for a long while. He’s kept you in the dark, though you know he’s been keeping tabs on her behind the scenes. He’s trying to give you some semblance of a normal life, and maybe you appreciate that… Though, when the doorbell rang and the police stood before the barrier, telling Varis that he would be arrested, you completely missed the familiar figure of Lina watching in the distance.

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"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #521 )✅️

Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

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Cry for Help from Beneath the Rubble

No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury.Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.

Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness.To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, don’t leave us alone in this suffering.

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Where should I go next and what to feed my baby Adam ?🥺💔💔😭

👍🏻Vetted by@90-ghost  -vetted link

My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️

You can share this or donate with anything you can 🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸

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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #609 ) ✅️

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

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Just a minute of your time, please — and imagine if they were your family, what would you do ??!💔🙏🏻

My sister and brother are suffering from symptoms of weakened immunity due to lack of food and poor nutrition. 😭💔We are living under harsh conditions, struggling every day just to survive. We kindly ask those with compassionate hearts to donate, even a little, to help us buy some food we can no longer afford due to the high prices.🙏🏻😣💔

Please don’t ignore my plea — every bit of support, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives. I am in desperate need.😭😭

Note:Tumblr's policy doesn't allow me to post pictures because they are sensitive.💔

@gazavetters @90-ghost @a-shade-of-blue @northgazaupdates2 @vague-humanoid

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed the house I was in — my grandfather’s home. It was the heart of our family.

I was there with my mother, my sister, and my three younger brothers.

When the missile hit, everything turned to smoke, blood, and silence.

My mother and sister were killed instantly.

My brothers and I were pulled from the rubble, injured — but alive.

Moments later, my father arrived at the hospital.

He didn’t know if any of us had survived. He ran through the halls, searching.

Al Jazeera Mubasher filmed that exact moment — the moment he found us.

This video isn’t easy to watch. But it’s the truth.

It’s the moment my father found his sons alive…

and learned that his wife and daughter were gone.

source:

https://www.instagram.com/share/_qqk5pMrz

I’m sharing this not to cause pain, but because I want people to understand what we’ve lived through.

This isn’t just a story. It’s our life.

It’s the moment that changed everything.

I’m still here. I’m trying to raise my brothers now.

We are trying to rebuild something from what was taken.

If you can help — even with a share — thank you

And if you just watched this, thank you for witnessing.

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Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza

My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family. They were not just names. They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.

The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.

Among those killed were: 🕊️ My mother 🕊️ My sister 🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters 🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren

We were left with nothing but rubble and grief. Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.

💔 Why We’re Fundraising

This campaign is not just about survival. It’s about rebuilding a future — A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely, Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.

💬 The funds raised will help us:

🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed 🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings 🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss

🔒 How the Funds Are Managed

Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account. Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground. We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.

🌱 Why Your Support Matters

We are not asking for charity. We’re asking for a chance to stand again, To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.

Vetted By @gazavetters No:537

Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost — but to honor them by continuing.

💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world. 🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.

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A New Beginning – From Mosab in Gaza

My name is Mosab, and I’m writing this with honesty and humility.

I live in Gaza, where war has taken nearly everything from me — my home, my safety, and 25 members of my family, including my beloved mother, siblings, and their children. I’ve been displaced multiple times. Every day here is a struggle to survive.

In the face of this, I turned to the internet — not because I wanted to beg, but because I truly had no other way.

🧭 What Happened

A few months ago, a friend helped me create a GoFundMe campaign: 🔗 https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family

Unfortunately, I could not continue working with the person who set it up. As a result, it was closed — and I had to start over again, this time on Chuffed, where I could manage everything myself.

I am the same person behind both campaigns — same story, same face, same truth. I only changed platforms to regain control and transparency.

💔 Why I Created Multiple Campaigns

I didn’t just make one campaign. I also helped create campaigns for my loved ones:

My wife Nadin, who’s caring for our 11-month-old daughter in these terrible conditions

My brother Abedmajed, and his wife Saja

My nephew Naser lost his mother (my sister) and his sister in a missile strike that hit our family home. That same strike also killed:

My mother

My other sister

My older brother, his wife and their daughters - all gone

My uncle, his wife, their sons, and grandchildren — all erased as well

That home was the heart of our family. And in one moment, it was gone — along with so many people I loved.

Naser, still a teenager, now takes care of his three younger brothers alone. His life — like mine — was shattered in an instant.

We are all in Gaza. We are all real. And we are all trying to rise, together.

⚠️ My Mistake

At the beginning, I made a big mistake.

I was so desperate to get our stories seen that I created multiple Tumblr accounts to send messages and reach more people. I didn’t understand that this would upset users or lead to the campaigns being flagged as spam.

I see now how that felt for others. And I am deeply sorry.

I never meant to deceive or annoy anyone. I was simply trying to survive — and to help my family survive. But I know now that good intentions don’t excuse bad methods.

🔁 What I’m Doing Now

I’ve spoken directly with Chuffed.

I’ve closed all old campaigns.

I’m keeping this account — @mosabsdr — moving forward.

I will be creating new, respectful, honest campaigns for myself and my loved ones.

I will reach out to GazaVetters again to explain and hopefully clear any misunderstandings.

🌱 Moving Forward

From this point on, everything I share will come from the heart — no pressure, no spamming, no noise. Just our truth, told with honesty and dignity.

If you’ve followed me, donated, or shared anything in the past: thank you from the bottom of my heart.

If you were hurt or bothered by how I reached out before — I truly understand. I hope you can see that I’m learning, and trying to do better.

This war has destroyed so much — but we are still here, and we are still rising.

If you wish to stay with us on this journey, I welcome you with deep gratitude. If not, I still thank you for reading and giving me your time.

With sincerity and respect 📍 Gaza | @mosabsdr

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I was wondering if you had any nsfw headcanons about the twins? *cough cough* varis specifically

yandere twins part two

―for you, they're willing to give chase.

directory: part one here. contents: yandere male x gender-neutral reader. yandere female x gender-neutral reader. only references to darling are 'you'. drugging mentions. nsfw headcanons under the cut.

notes: i saw this as an opportunity to insert the second part of the introduction, eat well!

you are responsible for the content you consume, you have been warned.

With the people around you leaving slowly but surely, you could only become closer to Lina and Varis. Your friendships with others would slowly fade to nothing, and the past few months you'd spend with the twins would have you absolutely spoiled. Any remnants of guilt would dissipate as you grew accustomed to their spending habits when it came to you. And while you could admit that their favor for you was sometimes bordering on unhealthy, you couldn't bring yourself to speak up. It's not like they were hurting anyone, right? And they're always doing what they have to, so it's not like they were destroying their own lives either.

Oh, if only you knew.

How they outwardly expressed their love was nowhere near as tame as they behaved themselves with you. You'd never know how many ugly words Lina uttered about others, how many lives she's ruined so you could stay by their side. You'd never know how many bodies, dead or alive, went into the back of Varis's car. The times of Lina slipping drugs into countless drinks, or the times Varis's knives sank deep into many flesh.

Any line that could be crossed, at least one of the two has walked over for you. It's all for you.

You wouldn't know you're holding hands with ones who have killed before, nor would you realize the lips pressing kisses on your person are ones that drove someone mad. But that's not something you should know, they love that you're able to enjoy your time with them.

They’ll be waiting patiently for the right moment to confess. And when they decide that it is time, they'll be expecting a positive response from you. They've done their very best endearing themselves to you, spending quality time, giving gifts, doing you acts of service, so can you please let them into your heart?

Of course, they'll give you time to think about it! Just think very carefully. They wouldn’t want to be forced to take you, and surely you wouldn’t want that.

The moment they realize that you're comfortable and secure in your shared dynamics, they'll be more attentive to your reactions when they initiate intimacy. They would stay as detached from each other as possible throughout sex, as they aren't incestuous, but they'd work together so you'll feel heaven.

Your first time will be with both of them of course. They'll make sure you'll be pampered and spoiled by ensuring you'd just be lying down. Just stay good for them and they'll take care of the rest.

For as much touching as Varis enjoys doing, Lina will always be the one to initiate if you don't, with innocent kisses turning heated the longer you let her lips on yours. She'd tug your clothes and start begging if she could please start touching you? Though Varis would cut in before you could answer, savoring the taste of your mouth.

And where Lina's desperation lies, Varis's greed reigns. His kisses will never be anything short of intense, you'll be gasping for air by the time he pulls away. By that time, Lina would have already made quick work of your clothes and you’d be half-naked.

She'd take a moment to appreciate your nipples, circling before gently pressing down, leaving kitten licks and kisses all around before she'd move downwards.

Varis wouldn't pass up any opportunity to mark your neck after he kisses you dizzy, leaving a trail of dark hickeys while palming you through your underwear. Trailing your arousal, yet never quite adding the pressure you want. It's only when Lina reaches your lower half that he'll relent, moving out of the way to let her unveil you as if you were her favorite present.

Every time she sees your arousal, she'll always stop to stare. Who wouldn't? You're everything she'll ever want and more, she'll always be eager to please if it means you'll let her see these parts of you. She'll make sure to slowly rub you, kissing your inner thighs before descending to feast on your hole as if she were starving, diving her tongue in without caring, listening to your noises as her wetness begins to pool.

Varis will take his sweet time teasing your upper half while Lina occupies your bottom half, his cock in one hand and watching you moan when he nips your chest and leaves love bites everywhere.

The instant you cum for them, Lina will make sure she gets every last drop, lapping you clean before sitting beside you and pressing kisses to your face, all the while Varis would take his spot between your legs.

He'd tug his pants and kick them off, leaning forward to tower over you. He wanted to be the one to finish you off, hushedly whispering for you to relax and kissing your collarbone, then pushing himself in.

To say that his length was long would be an understatement, he was stretching you out and he hasn't even bottomed out. He'd kiss your forehead to ease you as he sunk further in, but the relieved smile he would give you would leave you feeling butterflies in your stomach. He'd wait a moment for you to get used to him, not minding how Lina would reach and turn your head for another kiss.

But once she pulls away, Varis would be done waiting, and he'd be pulling out to thrust into you in one go, groaning against your throat and biting softly. It felt good to hear your cries and the noises that escaped your lips, your volume increasing with every fervent movement of his hips. With every grunt Varis gives, every kiss Lina steals, you'd inevitably come undone first. The feeling of being held tightly and surrounded with warmth makes your orgasm almost worth it.

Almost. But there's still time for Varis and Lina for their release too.

You'd watch them, realizing that Lina had been knuckle-deep into herself all this time, nearing her climax from just watching, and Varis's fingers were beginning to dig painfully into your thighs as his thrusts slowed down, compensating for how deep and good it felt, sending you into a state of overstimulation.

You were theirs now, nothing could take you from them, and Varis was going to make sure to rail that fact into you. That way, should you ever come to question their devotion, you'd at least never doubt the intimacy they give.

And the moment they near their end, their breathing would grow ragged until they each reached their peak. Lina would immediately snuggle to your left, eyes glazed over from the afterglow of pleasure, while Varis took to your right, a quiet smugness in his eyes as he silently admired you.

Even through the emotions you felt at that moment, you would receive a loving kiss from both sides, drifting to sleep with whispers of staying together forever filling your ears.

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SATHAR (@baladasathar)