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[thethousandxx]

Desire

Sorry for the late birthday gift @sle3pykrynn, this is your SkullKiss request that contains :

Enemies to Lovers (..but in here it is Lovers to Enemies tho)

Knight & Queen (kinda)

Yozora, Hime, and Hera belongs to @sle3pykrynn, Enjoy reading girlll 🧚🧚🧚

Captain Schmidt,

I am writing to you with great admiration and appreciation for your exceptional leadership and strategic prowess in overtaking the lands of Midnight. Your determination and cunningness, as well as your distinctive knowledge, have not gone unnoticed.

As you are aware, our empire has been expanding its borders, and I believe that your skills and experience would be very invaluable in our military. I am pleased to inform you that I am willing to appoint you as the new General of our kingdom's army.

As General, you will be responsible for overseeing our military operations, providing strategic guidance, and ensuring the safety and security of our empire. I am confident that your expertise will enable us to achieve great victories and further expand our dominion.

I would like to schedule a meeting with you to discuss the details of your appointment and the expectations that come with this new role, in 2 months. As for now, I gift you the most exquisite jewels in the world. Jewels that can buy anything you want. Anything you desire.

Paradise jewels.

Sincerely, Emperor Kai

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The carriage stopped right in front of the palace's gate. The horse almost jolted as the guards pointed spears at him, much to the soldier's annoyance. "Are you kidding me?!" He shouted, jumping out of the carriage. "You have no fear, eh?! It was already the third day since we overtook this city! And you are still-" "Braking, let me talk to them."

The new general walked out of the carriage. His evil grin and sharp eyes targeted the two guards. His royal black coat covered almost all of his bodies. "Gentlemen, we are here to meet with your lady." He said with a grimace. The two guards glanced at each other before turning back to Schmidt. "No." The general chuckled. "I apologize for not specifying which lady. I mean-" "Whoever she is, you are still not allowed." The smile on general's face started to falter. "You are not permissioned, Schmidt." They stated. The general let out a sigh. "I do not ask, gentlemen." He said, before his hand reached out a gun behind his back.

"I demand. Now."

--

The palace's hall. It was beautiful, artistic, heavenly. Yet the ladies were strong and stubborn, as he expected. However, much to his surprise, these ladies allowed him to step in their precious palace, walking towards their leader's room. Why, he already expected them to throw daggers at him. But now, they were just treating him as another visitor of the palace. Minus the passive aggressive tone. Still, Schmidt would like to stay here, at least one night. He couldn't continue. It was just one night, before the due was over. Before he finally left the land and be replaced by other captain.

The emperor let him do anything he desired. But did he know--the thing Schmidt desired mostly, was the thing he was against with.

"Yozora-sama, General Schmidt is here."

There he stopped, in front of the door. The room itself, was wide enough for anyone to enter, in sight. The fact was, a big curtain surrounded most of the room, leaving a wide space for whoever inside the curtain. The queen herself, was inside. She was sitting on the floor, hair was filled with roses, wore an oversized dress, and few jewels. Anyone could assume she was crazy. But this didn't stop Schmidt from showing his amusement.

The queen waved one of her hand, signaling Schmidt to enter her room. He held his breath, as he stepped inside her room, guarded with other ladies. They guided him across the room, until they stopped in front of the queen. "You may now speak." One of the girls said.

Schmidt inhaled. "Good afternoon, your highness." The room fell silent for a moment. The girls glanced at each other. The queen finally raised her glance towards him, in wonder. Though covered by the curtains, Schmidt could see how messy her makeup had gotten compared to usual. She looked pretty tired. "I assumed I have driven you crazy these days." Schmidt said, grinning. "Did you come here only to tell me that?" The queen asked coldly. "Obviously not. I just want to-" "Straightforward, sir." One of the girls almost gave him a cut thought the cheek, pointing her dagger towards him. Schmidt glared at her, only to be received by a deadly glare as well. "Hera, it is fine." The queen assured as the girl slowly walked back to her spot. "Your ladies-in-waiting are problematic, queen." "Your words will cause a lot more problems if you won't get to the point." Another girl said. "Hime is right." The queen stated, deeply glared into the new general.

Schmidt sighed. "I assumed you all have already known that I am promoted to be the new general. I would rule this land as soon as the emperor had promised." He explained. "That's why, I will be holding a night of feast with other officers. And I want you, ladies, the land's most treasures jewelries, to dance and sing with us."  He stopped himself, preparing to hear the queen's responded.

But much to his surprise, the queen and her ladies bursted into a mocking laugh. Well, that was expected. But such a bravery. "Funny, your highness. I know." Schmidt muttered. "Ah, general. The fact that you still call me 'Your Highness' after all." The queen commented. Schmidt rolled his eyes. "Ladies, I suppose you aren't serious with my order. Understandable. But, then, I will have to send back these precious emeralds."

Schmidt threw a jewelry to the floor, as it reached within the queen behind the curtain. The queen glanced at it. "Paradise jewel." "Paradise jewel." Schmidt said, "The rarest and most expensive one. And I have more in my house, if you are willing to come of course."

Yozora swept of her feet, changing her position. "Oh, dear. I appreciate it..but I have more too in my house." She said. "No, you don't." "Yes, General. Why? Are you in denial?" The queen teased. "You're the one in denial. For I've been walking around this palace for years. I knew this place and familiar with it. Yet there weren't any of these High-costed jewels, hanging around you or your house." Schmidt said, slowly losing his patience. "Is it? Or was it simply you that weren't aware of what you did?" "What I did?!" Schmidt almost shouted. "Yes, general..you threw those jewels away. And now, they're just regular stones you can take advantage at any things you desire."

Schmidt grunted. "I do not understand, Yozora." "You will never understand, Schmidt." Yozora replied non-chalantly. "I will never, if you never explain what you feel to me!" "I did?!" Yozora shouted. "..you did?!" "Of course, I did. But you never listen to me." Yozora replied. Schmidt scoffed. "I didn't even remember hearing you saying that." "Like I said, you didn't listen to me. And I already took it back." Schmidt thought for a moment. "Is that so?"

On a quick sprint he dodged other ladies and entered the room inside the curtain. He held out his gun, pointed it towards other ladies. "Say it, or the gun will say otherwise." Schmidt whispered to her. Yozora looked at him, frowning but stayed calm. She raised her hand to stop other ladies from pulling him back. "I said say it." He stated.

"..I loved you, but you don't feel the same."

Schmidt eyes almost twitched, hearing the confession. He almost lowered his gun. He wanted this, but it was still a surprise to hear her saying it. A lifetime wish it was.

"Do you think I don't feel the same, Yozora?" He asked. "..yes." "Then you're wrong." He said. "No, Schmidt. I'm right." Yozora replied. "Then why would I spare you--when I could just let you die that day? I love you, Yozora!" Schmidt shouted. "..no, you desire me." The cold statement was enough to let him speechless at the moment. "I don't-" "You do, Schmidt. After all, you invited me to dance in front of other officers." Yozora asked. Schmidt lowered his gun at last. He knelt face-to-face with the queen. "And what if it's not, what if it's only you and me?" Schmidt offered. "Us? Dancing?" Yozora asked. "..I can't dance." "..well, you never want to learn. Just like you never want to learn to listen." She glanced the other way.

Schmidt paused for a while, thinking what kind of fine things he should offer anymore to these ladies, to the queen. Ironically, the only finest thing he had right now was Paradise Jewels. Yet, these ladies refused to decorate themselves in those blessings. Schmidt didn't know, were they asking for tortures?

..ooh.

It was until a sudden laugh fromthe general echoed throughout the room. "Ah, my queen is very stubborn." Schmidt stood up, grinning . "But don't worry, I respect your choice..for now." Schmidt said the last words quietly. "That's very kind of you, general Schmidt." Yozora replied calmly. "As I should." He fixed his barret, "Alright then, thank you for the conversation and the heartwarming welcome. I consider leaving now." Schmidt turned to the ladies to guide him back. However, he got a sharp reminder glare from them. He sighed. "I will take care of the guards I shot."

--

"I didn't do anything weird, Schmidt! I assure you!" His colleague Braking raised a thumb, despite his bloody uniform. Schmidt turned at the beaten up and unconscious guards. "..I can see that." Schmidt replied. "So, do you manage-" "No," Schmidt cut him. "..ah man." Braking commented. "Don't worry, Braking." Schmidt opened the carriage door, "I have another plan."

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Overworked

This is a birthday gift for @beginnerwizard and bonus too for @sleep4rrei (her birthday is incoming, and I've prepared one specifically for her)

Eclair belongs to @sleep4rrei and Mawar belongs to @beginnerwizard

It was dark, and raining. Ten o'clocks. And the garage was still opened, if not for the boss to decide, they should added. "Who knows an unfortunate person's car breaks down in the middle of the night. You can't expect a ghost to appear and fix everything, right?" The Boss said that night.

"Anything," Eclair muttered, "but a ghost."

Anthony Claire, that night, was sitting on his boss's garage. The coffee beside him was still hot. Eclair was more than lonely. He was occasionally trembling in fear whenever he looked into the dark streets outside of his garage. He had to make sure to himself that there was no anomaly watching him from afar every second. He sighed. "I guess watching some Mawar's videos will help.." He muttered, his cheeks were red a little bit.

It was something he barely shared. Not the fact that he was single. But the fact that he had a crush on the famous Indonesian actress. Since she was recently visited his hometown. It was just a crush to him. And he was not serious about those daydreams. Well, maybe someday he would find a girl. Someday. Night.

Two o'clocks. It was raining. The garage's field was still opened wide. Well, Eclair was just dancing under his dreams, until he wasn't. Oh no, he hated this moment. He hated the fact that his body decided to be awake at midnight. Two o'clocks, raining, and alone. He could curse himself at that moment, but he wouldn't. He preferred to convince his brain to let him sleep peacefully. Thankfully, his brain was starting to cooperate.

Now, Eclair was just replaying every positive thoughts before he went to sleep again. Shivering cold, a little, he realized he didn't wear the blanket that he saved in his office. But the realization came to the worst. Something suddenly appeared in his mind. Though blurry memories, Eclair was certain with this fact.

He was asleep outside of his office, some minutes after his call with Louis ended. The garage door was not yet locked.

Oh, what a burden. He could only hope no one entered the garage to steal something valuable. He wanted to go home when the night shift ended, without hearing his boss shouting at him.

Just as Eclair was initiating to make his way to the door, while still laying down the couch, and was slowly opening his eyes..

A lady. Long-haired, wavy. It was covering her face. She dressed in a white gown.

Beautiful, Eclair must admitted. Yet it was no longer beautiful when he remembered the legendary tale that had been roaming around the world. At this point, Eclair quickly shut his eyes back. He stopped breathing. His heart was beating so fast. His body went rigid. He forced himself to not move at all, silently hoping that the ghost would assume he didn't exist--which was quite a stupid reason to leave.

It was almost a minute, but it felt like an eternity to him. Eclair really wanted to breath, but he was too scared to do so. And as if this was not terrifying enough, he could hear the faint words coming out of the ghost's mouth,

"Mas..Mas.."

Such language he did not learn in university. And why would he be? Was this ghost had her own language in the afterlife? This was new. Louis was going to laugh to die after hearing this.

The moment suddenly came to a climax for him. He could sense the moving hand odmf the ghost, reaching out, and aiming at his body. Was she going to touch him?! Eclair peeked a little and..

"AAAGGGHHH BATARD!!!" "MAY GOD PUNISH YOU EVIL SPIRIT!!!"

He breathed heavily, shaky, and looked at her sharply. The startled ghost was silent for a moment, before she stepped up, much to Eclair's wary. "I'm not a ghost." Eclair blinked. "Wha.." "I'm not a ghost." Eclair blinked again, twice. "Do you hear me?!" She raised her voice. "What-WHY WOULD I-Who are you?!" Eclair said in return. The woman sighed. "My car stopped." "Stopped?!" Eclair was confused, and the woman seemed to be more confused than him. After a second he finally realized. "Your car's broken." "Yes." Eclair facepalmed.

And quickly, he woke himself up from the couch, then started walking towards her car. "So what happened?" He asked, picking up his tools. "I don't know. I was from the studio, I was about to go home. And then, the car didn't want to start. So I had to call for help." The woman explained. "..at this hour, Ma'am?" "Yes, an hour ago." "This late, Ma'am?" Eclair kept asking her questions, much to her annoyance. "What's the problem with it?!" She asked back. "Why are you still outside during this hour?" "Because I had a work to do?!" She raised her voice. "Then I should ask you too, sir, why are you still working at this hour?" Ultimately, Eclair was speechless enough, so that he focused a lot more to fix her car.

"..I think I forgot something." "What?!" Eclair turned at her. "My wrench," "Wrench?" She sounded confused. "Yes, wrench.." Eclair sensed her confusion. "..Indonesian?" "What?!" Eclair was taken aback a bit. "What is..wrench..in Indonesian?" She asked. "Huh-I don't know?!" Eclair replied. The woman sighed at his answer. "Alright, why don't you just bring me that basket beside the door-..can you..?" Eclair asked before he opened the car's hood, as she walked approaching the pointed door. "..which one?! There are two baskets! Red or Blue?"The woman shouted from afar. "Um..BLUE!" Eclair replied. The woman picked up the blue basket and brought it towards him. Eclair examined the blue basket. "Oh, my bad, I mean the red basket." He said, before fixating himself back to the car's engine. His response made the woman grunted as she turned back to pick up the red basket. "Jancuk." "Thank you,"

Time had passed. Eclair had asked the woman to sit down inside the garage's office, cleaning and calming herself after the raining night. Eclair entered the car to see if it finally worked. Gradually, it was. He sighed in relief. He laid his back on the car's couch. Trying to process the fact that the woman was not a ghost, she worked at a studio, go home in the middle of the night, and had her car's broken. Judging by all of those, she must have been an actress. Oh..and she was also Indonesian. However, he had never seen her before in media. No wait, there were like few Indonesian celebrities that visiting his country this month. But who was she? Did he forget someone?

Eclair pulled out the key and walked back to the office, only to found out the woman had not yet cleaned her make up--she was even worse now, due to crying. "Miss..?" His voice made her flinched in surprise. "Um, pardon me. Your car has been repaired. You can try it now." Eclair said. "Um..yeah thanks.." she sobbed. "..pardon me.." She muttered, covering her face. However, Eclair didn't respond, and instead went inside of the office.

Soon, he came back with two glasses of waters. "Ah, thank you.." the woman said. Her voice was now softer than before. Eclair assumed that whatever happened last night was very stressful to her. He wouldn't judge what was it. "I apologize for sleeping when I have to work, Ma'am. And for screaming when I saw you--I, I was startled." Eclair apologized. "Um, yeah, understandable, sir..still.." She wiped her tears off, "I am also sorry for..being angry." Eclair looked at her. "No, you don't have to feel sorry for being angry. It is normal. And I can understand why." Eclair said, but as he noticed that the woman did not have any tissue or fabric to wipe her tears and makeups, he stood up and walked towards some desks. "Here," He picked a fabric. "Ohh thank you, sir-"

But before she could react, his hand was already on his cheek, and the other was wiping out the makeup and tears. "Eclair," He said, focusing on to wipe the makeups, completely ignoring the fact that her cheeks naturally went red after his act. "Sir..? I can wipe it myself?!" She asked. "O-Oh! Pardon me." Eclair stepped back, realizing what he did. He turned away, starting to sense that his cheeks also went red, much to his slight annoyance. "That was stupid.."

"..Mr. Eclair," "Yes.." "Are you overworked?" Eclair was silent for a few seconds, still turning away from the woman that brushed her tears off. "..I, I don't know honestly. Maybe, but, yeah I can live with it." He answered. But as the woman fell silent in return, he decided to ask her too, "How about you?"

"..Is it bad?" "What?" She paused, but returned with a mutter, "That I consider I am."

Eclair closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "No, it's not." He stated, "It's subjective but..it doesn't make you a bad person to dislike it." The woman shook her head. "No, Sir. I think I should live with it. Just like you do with yours." Eclair nodded. "That's true. Sometimes you can't escape it. But most of the time, you can feel it." "Feel it?" The woman asked. "Yes.." Eclair replied, "Feel just everything. And don't hold back. You're not a robot or a doll. You're a human. A sentient creature. Cry whenever you want to. And be angry whenever you want to."

It was until two seconds, another sobs were heard behind him. He closed his eyes, already figuring out that this would happen. And he was glad he got to know more about her. "I'm sorry, Sir.." She said, wiping her tears off with the fabric. "Yes, but are you going to wipe your tears with the same fabric?" "Eh..right. Oh! Anyway, Sir. You can turn back now."

"Finally," Eclair muttered his annoyance. It was just before he was frozen in place, too stunned to speak, and left him breathless. Almost like his first time meeting her. His jaw was left open. His heartbeat, instead, didn't stop--but went faster. However, this was his last word.

"Mawar?" "Ah..yes, that's me, Sir."

"Are you okay?" "Sir?!"

And there he fainted before his dear customer could pay for his help.

[thethousandxx]

Hello, I’ve shared your post from your blog and urge people to donate 🙏 I pray that Allah will bring relief soon. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share.

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins

The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨

I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude,

Areej Kassab ❤️

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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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Do you still think of us?

Do you still think of our children — bleeding, terrified, broken — being slaughtered in Gaza by Israeli airstrikes?

Say it out loud. Say it with a repost. Because silence is complicity. And our children are dying. This isn’t just another post.

This is a mother’s cry. A desperate plea.

My own son was severely injured in one of the recent airstrikes. His tiny body, broken and bleeding, now lies in a hospital that has no medicine, no electricity, no hope.

He needs urgent surgery that can only be done outside Gaza. Every minute that passes puts his life at greater risk.

I am begging you — from one human being to another — to please help me save my son’s life. Your donation could be the reason he survives. The reason he gets another chance at life, at laughter, at childhood.

Please, don’t turn away. Don’t scroll past.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

🙏 Donate, share, pray. From the bottom of my heart — thank you

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Those were stressful week, but ANYWAY!! Have some Lord Shen and my OC doodles (and some human version designs)

The left one reminds me a lot of my one-shot where I HC that his younger self was very good at archery

By the way, the OC is below ;)

His name is Feiyu. He's part of a royal peacock, but was born in a different family and used to be the next ruler of another land. He's still somewhat a relative to Shen. One of his grandparents was a sibling of Lord Shen's father.

He's short. And he's fifteen.

He can actually act like a proper royal and a smart, young gentleman. It's just that sometimes he loves to yeet and pull the bratty kid demeanor, only to people who deserve it. He's quite patient and warm to others (at least on the outside), kind of an opposite to Shen.

So, in my AU, he was sent to Gongmen to replace Shen, a year after KFP2 occured. And the wolves went chaotic because they were so done with peacocks. There is actually a reason why they sent a 15 years old peacock Lord to rule a city, but that will need a whole post to explain and another oc introduction so yeah next time.

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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.

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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Life or Death? ‼️

please stop I need your support to stand with my family in this bad situation ‼️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #523 )✅️

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We don't even know anymore. Khaled, my little one, has started pronouncing the word "bombing," and it terrifies me.

I'm Jehad a father of two kids and lost everything because of war here in Gaza. I am now trying to rebuild some of it. With your kidness everything comes true ❤️❤️

We need to raise total of $100,000. Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives.

Please do your best to save my family and students we are waiting for your support. ❤️🙏

I’m not here to beg or list every detail—because even an entire newspaper wouldn’t be enough. The images on TV screens and the stories you see online already tell you so much about what we endure. But no matter how much you see, you’ll never truly feel what we feel. And I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.

We are victims of conflicts we never chose. We love life—deeply, desperately—as long as we’re allowed to live it. We don’t want war, we don’t want destruction. All we want is a future. A future for ourselves, for our children—a future like every other human being deserves.

Everything is expensive and I need support follow you guys 🙏🙏❤️❤

Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives. Your donations can ensure that this newborn baby has a chance at survival and that  can provide my children with the necessities they deserve.

How You Can Help

In this moment of despair, I reach out to you—not just as a stranger, but as a fellow human being. Our humanity connects us, and compassion knows no boundaries. Your kindness, no matter how small, can bring a glimmer of hope to our lives, shattered by war.

Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.

Even a Little Means Everything

We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.

Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.

Jehad  ❤️

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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

[thethousandxx]

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From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻

Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.

All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!

Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down

If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can

Your kindness truly keeps us going

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at Momen & his family

Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people

[thethousandxx]

🌸 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

[thethousandxx]

A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙

My name is Naser. War took everything from me—

my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew.

In a single moment, my world was shattered,

leaving behind only memories and the weight of loss.

But even in the darkest moments,

I refuse to give up. ✊

Because I still have something worth fighting for—

my three younger brothers.

🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor 🩺—to heal others so they don’t have to suffer like we did.

🔹 Another wants to be an engineer 🏗️—to rebuild what war has destroyed.

🔹 And the youngest? He just wants to be a kid again 🧸—

to wake up in a safe home 🏠,

to laugh, to play, to feel peace.

🏡 We need a home. We need education. We need hope.

Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—

we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again.

We are fighting for a future where my brothers

can become the doctor, the engineer,

and the child who gets to have a childhood.

💙 This is where you come in.

I’m not asking for much—just a chance.

A chance to rebuild.

A chance to give my brothers a future beyond war.

Your support—whether through a donation or simply sharing our story—can make all the difference.

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. ✨

🙏 Will you help us rebuild?

Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—

hope does.

Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨

[thethousandxx]

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

[thethousandxx]

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

[thethousandxx]

Have you lost a family member and felt the pain of regret and loss?! 😭

I hope you don't; for me this is our reality. Every day we lose someone we love 💔😔

Last year I lost my uncle and his entire family in a missile attack on his displacement site in Rafah, and Al Jazeera YouTube reported.

Today, I am in pain as I miss the dearest to my heart, my father, who suffered from a stroke that caused him quadriplegia. He could not cope with the catastrophic life as we lived in a tent that was like a grave. His weak body was exposed to malnutrition as a result of not providing the necessary food for his condition, and the severe cold caused him to have a heart attack that led to his immediate death.

I wake up terrified every night. I check on my family, whom I fear will die of cold 🥶😰

And it was not limited to this, but our tent that shelters my family, children, and my brother Samer, who suffers from a chronic illness, was flooded and swept away under the dirt as a result of the heavy rains. Our tent has become worn out and does not protect us from the winds and rain ⛈️⛺

Please save What's left of us, share with us, and if you can, a donation can save an entire family from death ❣️🙏

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Imagine a tent measuring 4 x 4 and 11 people live in it.