Hello!!! I'm here to drag you back to those fanfics you wrote back in 2022 for a bit, specifically those three at the top about a DND ex-player challenger.
You think if that challenger forgot their life was at stake before Leshy could monologue about being sad they have to go, ect ect, and the challenger just assumed the game was going to be reset, you think Leshy would play along?
I got this ask like early in surgery recovery last month, read it once, and then promptly forgot about it oops sorry anon kfgjfdkjgd
To answer your question uuuuh... No.. But also yes?
For one; Reader never knew their life was on the line. They're a DnD player they assume the whole spooky atmosphere and Leshy playing up the Sacrifice thing is just immersion. They Stupid just like me fr fr and never really question much of anything around them.
For two, I don't think they were thinking that far ahead. They might not have even thought the game had an end, but if they did I doubt they'd think about it Resetting. They're more in the moment than that, at least that's how I wrote them. But that might not be how you, the Reader, might read them or want them to be, as a you in stand in.
Thus, I never wrote that fic series a boss battle ending because I wanted to leave that part to you, dear reader, really.
So what do you think? When you finally sit down to continue where you left off, to face that final boss Leshy had planned just for you, what happens next?
Do you win? Do you lose? Does it matter? Will he snap the shot or simply reset the board? Does it Matter? Are you even the same person? Does It Matter? You sit at the devil's table and are dealt a hand of cards. You've been here before. Other's have been here before. Their photos are on the wall. Your photo is on the wall. You don't recognize yourself
It doesn't matter.
You're playing a game you love, after all, with someone who loves you very much.
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!
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follow the ayyad's
asmaa: @asmaayyad israa: @esraayyad14* sama: @samaayyad15
*= israa's alt. account @esraayyad18 has been suppressed
dear moots/lovely lurkers,
allow me to introduce you once again to the ayyad's. they are a wonderful family of 8. all of them led beautiful, rich lives-- here are some of their stories:
"I am Asmaa from Gaza-- a lawyer and a graduate of Palestine University... I am 25 years old... I have also been living far away from my fiancé for two years, I cannot reach him because of the increase in the coordination price and the closure of the crossings and borders."
"My name is Israa from Gaza. I have always dreamed of becoming a doctor after I finish high school, but what happened in this war, the destruction of schools and universities, the suspension of education because of the war, and the death of many students, made me a girl who lost her passion and only wanted to end the war on the Gaza Strip."
"Hello, I am Sama from Gaza... I am 15 years old... I was studying middle school and my educational career stopped completely here in Gaza, our life stopped completely."
(the following excerpts were pieced together from posts/messages from asmaa and her younger sisters- israa and sama)
their family has been displaced numerous times. lost friends and loved ones. they don't live through the days- they survive them. no one should suffer through this immense pain on their own. there is power in numbers. please do your part by sharing/donating if you have the means
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