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Dear Reader,š¹
I am Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb, a dedicated medical professional specializing in emergency care, hailing from the Gaza Strip. šµšø āš
For years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital, tending to the wounded and the ailing with compassion and skill.š
However, the ravages of war tore through our lives, forcing me to abandon my cherished home and the familiar walls of the hospital where I once found solace.
Leaving behind the echoes of laughter and camaraderie, I embarked on a painful journey southward, bidding farewell to the streets where I grew up, the corners where I sought refuge, and the colleagues who felt like family. Memories of my formative years and the countless lives I touched during my tenure at Al-Shifa and other medical facilities flooded my mind, as I struggled to come to terms with the sudden upheaval.
Despite the adversities that besieged me, I persevered in my pursuit of healing. My determination led me to Al-Azhar University, where I embraced the role of a teaching assistant, imparting knowledge to aspiring medical students with unwavering dedication. Dreams of specializing in internal medicine beckoned me back to Al-Shifa Hospital, but alas, the brutal onslaught of war reduced it to rubble, shattering my aspirations in its wake.
In the chaos and carnage of conflict, I sustained injuries, and the sanctuary of my home was obliterated, leaving my family and me destitute and displaced. Yet, amid the ruins, a flicker of hope persists. At Al-Aqsa Hospital, I continue to extend a helping hand to those in need, drawing strength from the resilience instilled in me through years of education and service.
Today, we find ourselves sheltering in a humble tent, stripped of our possessions and livelihoods. The loss of my job, my home, and the comforting presence of my loved ones weighs heavily on my heart. Nevertheless, I refuse to surrender to despair, clinging to the belief that brighter days lie ahead.
It is with a heavy heart that I reach out to you, dear reader, seeking assistance in securing safe passage for myself and my family from the turmoil of Gaza. With your kindness and generosity, I hope to reclaim the path to realizing my medical vocation, enabling me to provide for my loved ones and contribute to the healing of our wounded world.
Your compassionate aid would mean the world to me and my family.
With gratitude and hope,
Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb
Gaza Strip
WhatsApp: 00972599095244
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@90-ghost : the verification
dear followers, i'm writing on the behalf of a woman, a sister, a mother, a grandmother, named wafaa who has been speaking to me on tumblr from the dire situation in gaza. i'm here to share her story, her plight with you, her campaign with you so you can help her. her house has been bombed, the place she grew up, her place of work, her husband's place of work has been bombed, where her children grew up, her family (three generations of people, which is 15 people including a newborn infant) doesn't have anywhere to go.
she has already lost precious people in her life, lost precious people who were her world, her sister, her brother's son... she can't bear to lose any more people than she already has! she is already wracked with a grief and sadness i genuinely cannot even begin to comprehend. none of us can. yet she still has hope in god that through us, people across the world, can help her family escape this situation. let us not let her down.
i know you're all struggling with money right now. already struggling with bills and food. but donate what you can afford, still. even if it's just a single dollar! because it all adds up, it all adds up in the end. when wafaa first contacted me i believe her campaign was at around ā¬13,000 out of ā¬50,000, but now it is at ā¬21,465! it all adds up. we can keep this going, with donation matches, by spreading this campaign, sharing even if you can't donate. so please. help her family, with whatever little you can.
(verified by nabulsi)
This is how many bullets they shot on a fucking kid.
HELP SAVE SHAHED'S FAMILY
DO NOT SCROLL AWAY!!!
HELLO EVERYONE, @shahednhall has contacted me to help spread their campaign to get their family out to safety. They are a beautiful family and have already lost so much due to the genocide.
They have lost their family, their home, their warmth, their safety, their dreams and hopes. please find it in your heart to donate.
$7,460USD raised out of $50,000 goal
UPDATE: Pads and Reusable Water Bottles!
These past few days, Hussam says that the temperature was quite high, going as high as 37C on Yawn Arafat (the day before Eid)! The situation for everyone continues to be tough in the middle of their continued displacement while they seek safety from bombings.
Thankfully, Hussam managed to buy 5 liter reusable water bottles and pads for the people of the camp he is staying at. Each family received a 5 liter water bottle and 3 packages of high quality hygiene pads. Your donations helped make this possible!
Please keep donating to HelpGazaChildren! This grassroots effort is helping so many people in Gaza when the world has abandoned them!
Donate to our GoFundMe which goes directly to Hussam with NO middleman in between! He also sends money to the North!
HelpGazaChildren Notion Site || #helpgazachildren tag
GoFundMe Link
ID: Video of people holding packages of pads, with a large pile of pads on the floor. Some people gather in a tented area to receive their three packages of pads.
Hello,I Relly Need Your Help To Evacuate Them To A Safe Plece As Soon As Possible Outside Gaza š§”š§”.
šLink GoFundMe in My Blogš
https://gofund.me/b477b817
Please Share Or Replog Or Donate For My Family šš
The picture speaks!
The difference between the two pictures is clear!
its war!
@nabulsi @stil-lindigo @sayruq
Verified by @palestinegenocide @queerstudiesnatural @90-ghost @el-shab-hussein @northgazaupdates @apollos-olives @riding-with-the-wild-hunt
rb to give the previous person a fucking break because life aint life-ing the way its supposed to life and it fucking sucks.
They created more outrage over absurd accusations against Palestinians of rape than actual rapes that 'Israel' blatantly commits against Palestinians and doesn't even bother denying.
Help Dina and Her Children Survive!
nesma @nesmaah asked me to make a post about her sister's campaign to try to evacuate herself and her three children from gaza. nesma's campaign has been verified by sayruq, nabulsi, el-shab-hussein, and ibtisams and this is her sister's campaign which she told me about directly over whatsapp.
dina's three children are noor, who is 7, omar, who is 5, and farah, who was born during the genocide. at the time of posting, only 180 dollars canadian have been donated to her campaign!!! these are young children in extreme danger, with the harsh conditions being most dangerous to small bodies. all of them having gotten sick from the pollution and unsanitary state of the refugee camps, noor most of all. they need your help!
please remember no donation is too small, especially with how little the campaign has raised even the minimum donation amount of 5 CAD will raise the total by a relatively significant amount.
I have literally lost faith in humanity.
a family bids farewell to their babygirl minutes ago, on the first day of Eid. Palestinians can't even celebrate without occupation bombardment.
8 months of Genocide and, 15,500 children killed
30,000 orphans
35,000 child amputees ( Gaza has the largest population of child amputees in the world)
and there are people out there still justifying this??? like are you not human enough?
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE!
Hi! You asked for Aventurine requests among others, so I hope that you like this one? (Also, no pressure to accept this request! But thank you in advance for reading it <3) Could I maybe request Aventurine with an FTM!reader who dresses rather femininely? Reader can sometimes get rather insecure due to how people see him (either misgendering him or mocking him for being a trans man who still likes dressing femininely), so Aventurine comforts him and spoils him by getting him all the feminine clothing he likes. Idk, I thought it would be really sweet. I hope that request was coherent in any way. As I said, no pressure to do this if you aren't comfortable with it, but thank you so much in advance if you do! And thank you so much for writing fem readers, there's so little representation for us and it means the world to me <3
ā§ a/n: if i had a nickel for everytime someone requested (one of) my comfort character(s) with an FtM reader who dresses femininely who gets a little insecure i'd have two nickels!!!! which isnt a lot but im soo happy it happened twice!!!!
fr tho thank you for this ask ehe.... healing my inner younger adult or sumn (shoutout to one of my exes who was super into femboys and completely killed my fashion sense) also idk where this name came from i just felt it. idk.
ā pairing: aventurine x ftm reader
š cw: ftm reader, dysphoria, comfort, this was written from the HEART, proofread
ā wc:2.1k
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When you transitioned, you didnāt kill off your fashion, no, quite the opposite. It had never felt quite right to be called a girl, to be considered a woman. The clothes you wore had nothing to do with it, you were sure. Still, for a little bit after your public transition, you tried to dress more ātraditionally masculineā, but it was only when you started wearing dresses and skirts and anything perceived as āfeminineā that you felt truly at ease.
It was also around then that you got odd looks, and more mistakes and misgendering. Most of the time it was from strangers, so you chose to ignore it. It had no real effect on you since they were strangers, and their own opinions didnāt matter to you.
In doing this, you gained confidence, not that you didnāt have any before. You were simply presenting yourself how you liked, and you didnāt give a damn about who saw you as what. This confidence is what drew Aventurineās attention to you, he quite enjoyed your slight flair for the dramatic, how ethereal you looked in certain dresses, and all aroundā¦ you. He had never really fallen for someone as hard as he fell for you.
He pampers you as is, of course. Anything you want is yours, perhaps even three times over. No time to even say āI wantā or āI would likeā, itās yours. Especially clothes. Heās a bit of a fashionista himself, after all. You see a pretty dress you like? Heās buying it, and maybe a suit to match. Even a ball gown, something a little too formal for every-day wear? Donāt worry, heāll find a reason to wear it.
Aventurine finds you pretty handsome any day of the week, even on your worst days, your most dysphoric days, where you want to do nothing but lie down in bed, dressed only in a massive t-shirt and boxers, unable to tame your disheveled looks. Which, those days seem to be becoming more and more frequent.
It had been quite a while since you two started dating, and you yourself knew dating one of the Ten Stonehearts would put some direct attention onto you. He wasnāt necessarily a celebrity, but of course paparazzi fled to him like flies to honey. And with that, you end up in the crossfire.
You do your best to ignore it, even when pictures of you and Aventurine end up on social media, even when the posts shift from referring to you as his āpartnerā, to his āgirlfriendā, even when the comments referred to you as his girlfriend from the start. You shouldnāt let it get to you, you tell yourself, theyāre just strangers is all, and they have no real connection to you. And yet, you canāt help but keep scrolling through those comments.
āSheās so lucky!!ā
āI wish I was his girlfriendā
āwhy canāt i be her :(ā
āiād give anything to be his GIRLā
Every little she, every little āgirlā gets to you. It cuts like knives, reopening old wounds you had forgotten about. Those words take root in your heart and you withdraw into yourself. Aventurine had been out on aā¦ business trip, and you were left to wallow in your own dysphoric hell by yourself. Simply staring into your closet makes you feel sick, not even the clothes, but knowing that this is what you wore, and that is simply how people will perceive you from then on, his girlfriend. It hurts, dammit.
Despite the sickening pit forming in your stomach, you can't help but continue to scroll through the comments. Very few know of you, given your limited social media presence, even if Aventurine had tagged you in a couple posts of his own and even referred to you as his boyfriend. The few comments that mention you that do refer to you properly do not wash out just how many more had all sunk their fangs into the word āsheā.
You finally pry your phone away from your eyes, turning it off and putting it face down as you bury your head into the plush pillows beneath you. You want to scream, to cry, but ultimately you are left with silence. Which turns out to be even worse, stuck with your thoughts that take hold and rip any semblance of confidence you had. Those words sink even deeper into your very bones, a reminder that you arenāt in the same leagues as a cis man, that perhaps you never will be. And then, the words ānot a real boyā start to rise. And slowly, that voice becomes louder, and louder, and louā
You are interrupted by the muffled chime of a video call, raising your head and simply staring at your phone for a couple more moments. You knew exactly who was calling you, of course, he was the only one you really video called these days. And now, you didnāt even know if you wanted to pick up the phone. To you, it meant looking at yourself, seeing a girl. Doesnāt matter how little your portrait was in the corner, youād still be there, all the same.
As if it was instinct, however, you pick up your phone and accept the call. You feel as if you immediately regret this decision, watching as your face pops up half-hidden by the sheets of your unkempt bed, finally minimizing into the corner.
āHey handsome,ā Aventurine starts, flashing you a pretty smile. He was driving, eyes on the road (thankfully), but peering at the phone every now and then. āHowās your night going, hm?ā
āGood.ā You mumbled, doing your best to sound at the very least okay. Your voice is muffled by the sheets and rather heavy, groggy.
āAwh, did I wake you up? Iām sorry,ā He coos, still not looking at his phone, which you thank whichever Aeon you have to for that. āJust missed you is all.ā
āItās okay,ā You manage to squeak out, tracing over his features mentally. He himself seemed so tired, despite how hard he played the relaxed character, you could tell that whatever meeting he had just gotten out of didnāt necessarily go all that well. āI missed you, too.ā
You can see Aventurine smile, but silence fills the space between you two. The faint rumbling of the car on the road is soothing in a way, not too loud but not too quiet, enough to keep your thoughts from drifting. Perhaps you really are tired, with how easy it feels to fall asleep at the moment. Perhaps you were just tired, and thatās why such words got to youā¦ and yet, as you did your best to surrender to sleep, Aventurineās voice pulled you right back into reality.
āHave you been crying?ā He doesnāt even tiptoe around it. It seems he had finally parked, and he finally got a good look at you.Ā
āUhmāā You hadnāt even known you were crying, it seems you were so hyper-focused on just how you looked too much of a woman, and how badly you just did not want to see yourself.
āHey, hey, what happened?ā You canāt really lie to Aventurine, heās pretty damn perceptive and itās a little scary. Not just that, but he tends to worry about you, considering his luck doesnāt affect you. Seeing as heās a whole star system away, he has every right to worry.
āItās fine,ā You groan, readjusting in the bed and doing what you could to hide your face while still allowing him to see some of it. You know you canāt get your way out of it, but deflect nonetheless. āLife sucks, is all.ā
Aventurine purses his lips and furrows his brows, before clicking his tongue and shaking his head. He lets it go, for now. āWell, whatever it is, Iāll be home in likeā¦ three days, okay?ā His voice softens from his usual sly tone.
You utter a low effort āmhmā, unable to conjure up any other words or sounds. You can see the worry creep into his expression, and somehow, it makes you think of a horrible, wretched question in the face of things.
āDo you see me as a girl?ā
He lets out a āhuh?ā before the question fully processes in his head. āNo! Not at all! Why would you think that?ā He raises his voice slightly, not panicked but as if in a rush to soothe your mind.
āI dunno. Seems like everyone else sees me as your girlfriend.ā You huff, tilting your head.
āWell thatās them. Youāre my boyfriend.ā
āButāā
āNuh uh. Youāre my boyfriend. Youāre a boy. Nothing else. Unless you wanna be my Husband?ā
Aventurineās cheeky tone returned and it caused a blush to bloom across your cheeks. Youāre more surprised by the question itself, rightfully so, and it felt like it came out of left field. He chuckles at your reaction, raising his eyebrows, before shaking his head.
āWhat makes you think that, love?ā He continues on if he hadnāt said anything, his voice softening once more.
You still once more, shaking your head. You feel as if youāve already answered the questionā you didā but, there was more than just that. āāCause of how I dressā¦ do you even like it? Like... all the dresses and skirts and stuff."
āOf course I do!ā He answers so quickly, placing his hand over his chest as if he was offended. āYou look stunning! No matter how you dress. Is it annoying you?ā
ā... No.ā
āThen you shouldnāt worry, okay? I love you, you know that, right?ā
You nod meagerly, unable to find words. His reassurance helps a lot, but it would still take you a couple days to shake it off. For now, you would keep away from social mediaā especially those that were dedicated to Aventurineā to keep your head clear.
āCāmon, say it back,ā Aventurine coos, āOr else Iāll start to feel a little hurt.ā
āLove you too.ā
āIāll settle,ā He huffs, but still his voice takes on a gentler tone once more. āNow, Iāll see you soon, okay? And I have a lot of gifts for you.ā
WIth that, you two say your goodnights, and he promises you once more that he sees you as a man, regardless of how you dress or how you feel. You felt lighter, for sure, and were quite anxious and excited for Aventurine to come home. And the next days go by painfully slow, your mood dipping and rising equally, and yet, you were able to keep away from the same comments that had tanked your comfort within your body.
When Aventurine comes back home though, his arms are practically full of all sorts of boxes, jewelry boxes, and bags stuffed with Qilpoth knows how many clothes. He had to have someone help him bring his own luggage back to your apartment. Heās practically beaming, the fact that his gifts take up the entire couch was like an achievement for him. He showers you in kisses and praises and āI love youās before he allows you to open his gifts.
Heās brought home almost an entire closet, pretty dresses, some rather formal, and even a ball gown, suits, as well, and a bunch of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Many are adorned with gemstones, and most of those are aventurine stones. āFor good luckā, he says, as if he didnāt know exactly what he was doing.
One gift, however, stands out among the rest. It isnāt big and poofy, it doesnāt shine, nor is it consideredā¦ formal. Itās a simple sundress, covered in floral designs, the material was light and airy. Itās beautiful as is, quite striking in its simplicity considering Aventurineās fashion sense.
āItās starting to get warm, yāknow?ā He shrugs, as you stare at it, running your thumb along the hem of its sleeves. āWanted you to have something to wear, something prettyā not that the rest of your clothes arenāt pretty, butā¦ā
As he stumbles over his words, you look at him and pull him into a kiss, one that isnāt quite heated, but rather tender and soft. When you pull away, there are practically stars in his eyes, and it seems youāve soothed his own mind. Yet, his face is burning up, practically bright red as he looks away and clears his throat.
āAhemā¦ just wanted to, uh, let you know how pretty you are,ā His voice shakes ever so slightly, as if a kiss was more bold than him proposing marriage. āAnd I wanted you to flaunt it.ā
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companionship
if you don't do anything else today,
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.
this pride, i learnt about the Palestinian trans woman Oscar Al-Halabiye, dancer and resistance fighter against the israeli occupation in Southern Lebanon. she named herself Oscar after Lady Oscar from the "The Rose of Versailles", a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Riyoko Ikeda.
her story is documented in Cinema Fouad(1993). zionists use pink washing to reinforce their genocidal terrorist narrative when queer Palestinians have been fighting against the occupation since the very beginning. you can watch it here with english subtitles. long live the intifada!
vegans making honey a bee labour issue is the funniest thing imaginable because like, you picked the one animal that has already unionised
very important research
STOP. DON'T SCROLL. READ THIS TO SAVE LIVES IN GAZA. Below are some VETTED campaigns to support Gazans. These people have been experiencing an active genocide for almost a full year. Donate and share widely.
(may 27th)
Save a displaced Gazan Family (@ranibra) - Rania is married with five children, her husband needs medical care. She is now responsible to save her children. Help them evacuate.
Support Fahmi and his family (@fahmiakkila) - Fahmi's life has been turned completely upside down, and he now finds himself responsible to save his parents, sisters, & brothers - 7 members.
Save the Maliha family (@dinamaliha) - Dina wants to save her mother, two sisters, and threeĀ brothers. The family lost contact with their father when the genocide started. They desperately need to get to Egypt.
Save Firas' family (@firassalemnewacccount @prosolitudeeee) - Firas is a father of two children, a 10-month-old boy and a two-year-old girl, who are in need of safe haven in Egypt.
Help Husam and his family (@husamthaher) - Husam desperately needs to save himself, his wife, and 3 young children.
Help Nader's family to evacuate from Gaza (@nadershoshaa) - Nader and his family, consisting of six members, are currently displaced in the south; help them evacuate and survive.
The Shamaly family wants to survive (@daee571989) - Help save 15 kids and their family, who are living a horrifying active genocide.
Ahmd needs urgent evacuation (@ahmd-iyd) - Ahmd has lost his livelihood to this genocide, and needs funds to help his family evacuate and rebuild their life.
Help evacuate Hani's family (@skatehani) - A dear friend, and a Palestinian skater trying to evacuate 10 members of his family; he has lost his father to injustice.
Help Imanās family find safety (@imaneyad) - Iman has a family of 7 who need to find safety.
Help save Youssef's family (@bba3lo @mahmoud7878) - Ahmed Baalousha wants to save his wife, his two sons, his daughter, as well as his parents and siblings.
Support Ruba and Amal's family's urgent evacuation (@rubashaban @amalshabn) - Ruba and Amal's family are lacking the basic necessities of life; they have an elderly father who desperately needs to be evacuated for medical care.
Save little Yusuf and his family (@ahmednabubake) - Yusuf is in an intensive care unit fighting for his life in Gaza; he needs urgent evacuation alongside his family.
Help Omar evacuate (@omarsobhi) - Omar is a 20 year old Palestinian student who wants to save himself and his family from this genocide.
Help Belal and his family to evacuate from Gaza (@alaajshaat) - Belal has lost too much to this war and needs to support himself and his family.
Do not scroll past this list without contributing. This list makes it easy for you to find a fundraiser to support. Choose at least one. Your contribution will save lives. If you cannot donate, share these campaigns.
FIND MORE CAMPAIGNS HERE
I saw a funny post, screenshotted it and then made a meme.
Credits to the people in the post: @aventurine-official
@scary-anon
cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine
!! polyamory !!
caritas, poker, and snuggle.
anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.
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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.
caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.
ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.
" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.
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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.
poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.
no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.
" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "
" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.
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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.
snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.
" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.
" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.
you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "
" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.
" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.
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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.
maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.
donāt stop talking about whatās happening
āWell, hello there.ā
This was for celebrating 3K on insta! :D
petition for male/gn reader smut writers to STOP labeling their fics, like if we have to deal with unlabeled fem reader fics, they should deal with unlabeled male fics. If we have to be hit with fem reader, they MUST be hit w male reader.
cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine
!! polyamory !!
caritas, poker, and snuggle.
anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.
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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.
caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.
ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.
" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.
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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.
poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.
no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.
" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "
" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.
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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.
snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.
" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.
" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.
you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "
" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.
" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.
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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.
maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.
Iām currently also obsessed with Aventurine and canāt find enough dom reader content with him because he deserves to be taken care of šš
I donāt have a specific idea really but maybe soft dom reader bodyworshipping him until he cries (happy tears of course)?
Aventurine x soft!dom!gn reader
A/N: I wrote this in 10 minutes idk what the fuck came over me, im exhausted but i had to write this. thank u for requesting. also chip (me) writing a structured piece???woagh!
Word count: 1.275
Contents: aven receiving and listener giving, penetration by fingers and tongue, eating him out, cum licking/eating, a little self depricating thoughts on avenās end. no y/n is used instead it is replaced with āLoveā. not proofread!
You love your boyfriend in every way shape and form, even if he thinks he canāt ever be loved; you prove him wrong everyday.
One such case is when your pretty boyfriend is on your lap, knees raised to his chest, his naked body feels like heaven on your clothes. His quiet whimpers and the sound of your fingers thrusting in and out of him fills his expensive room, his fingers grip and curl the fabric of your pants as he throws his head back onto your shoulder with a whine. Heās breathless as he speaks, you donāt dare stop your fingers though, āYouāve made me cum like- like 3 times by now and youāre still fully clothedā¦ how unfair, love.ā You smile as you line up your fingers just so you can hit his prostate and you feel him tighten around your fingers, his hands shooting up to your arms and gripping hard as he cums once again with a quiet cry of your name.
Heās breathing hard and fast, you put one hand on his chest as your fingers play with his sensitive nipples and your other hand goes to his dick, covering your fingers with his cum. āHmmā¦ā Your hand leaves his chest to turn his head towards you, āLook at me Aventurine.ā He whimpers quitely and makes eye contact with you as you give him a little smile and suck on your own fingers, you watch his eyes sober up and he flinches. āLove noā thatāsā¦ thatās dirty, your mouth is too precious for that.ā Ah, that. Yeah your precious boyfriend you would literally die for also doesnāt think he is deserving of any sexual pleasure or receiving it without giving any like this, but damn it youāre gonna show him he deserves that and more.
You shrug your shoulders slightly and take his face on your hand, tugging him a bit closer. Your tongue pokes out covered in his cum and Aventurine feels like heās gonna cum on the spot right there even though that dread of you being covered in his filth never leaves his brain. āWanna taste yourself on my tongue?ā He groans and pulls you close by wrapping his arms around your neck, āAeons, yes. Ah, you spoil me so muchāā you cut off his sentence as you kiss him and in no time shove your tongue in his mouth, little resistance is given as he whines into your mouth and grinds on your lap, desperate for any kind of friction. You of course give him what he wants, your mouth doesnāt leave his when your hand goes to his still hard dick and your fingers curl around the base; giving it one stroke and letting your thumb play with the tip as he moans loudly into your mouth and breaks the kiss, breathless.
āThis wonāt do. Hold on.ā You mutter as you hook your arms under his knees and he has his arms wrapped around your neck. He looks at you confused but then you gently, -so gently that it hurts- lay him on the expensive sheets of his equally expensive and soft bed. He hesitates for a moment but then his hand goes to the middle button of your shirt and tugs, āI want to see you, please? Can I?ā You chuckle and nod, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he watches you, he feels his heart swell with love and pride. Youāre hisā¦ thatās a āfactā that he canāt really get used to. Well, he isnāt used to this at all. Being loved and all that jazz. He thought your one night stand would be it, he even avoided you because he knew the fastened heartbeat, clammy hands and nervous speech meant; he was developing feelings and it was going to bite him in the ass one day. Yet, he couldnāt go against fate and your (cute) stubbornness. You made sure he knew you would give him the world and yet he couldnāt get himself to say that you mean more than the world to him, he would burn the entire universe if you wanted.
He is snapped out of his musing as he feels your lips close around his tip, making him whine softly and his fingers going to your hair and threading themselves in it. You hum in satisfaction as your hands start massaging his inner thighs, gently and slowly. He whines as he restrains himself from snapping his hips up, youāre almost taking all of him andā wait youāre actually going to do it. āBabe waitā oh fuck!ā Air is knocked out of him as you take all of his dick into your mouth, his tip touching your throat. āLove. Love, Love, fuck pleaseā!ā Heās moaning so loud, so high pitched youāve never really seen him like this before and this spurs you on even more, you tap his thigh and make him look you in the eye. You grab his ass and make him thrust in your mouth. He gets the memo, if this is what you want thenā¦ It's okay. He takes a breath as he starts to slowly snap his hips up, whining your name over and over again. Itās so embarrassing butā heās so close, itās so pathetic and yet you look at him so desperately, urging him to go faster. He sucks in a breath and cries out as your tongue pokes his tip just as he was pulling out, he knew you could take it but he was so scared andā you let go of his dick with a pop, not giving him enough time to talk you coat your fingers with lube -when did you get that?- and your index finger prods his hole, easily slipping it in as well as your middle finger because of your early adventures.
His whimpers go up to loud whines as your tongue joins his fingers and your right hand goes to jerk him off. You watch him from beneath your lashes, watch him become a puddle just from your body and touch alone. Heās so gorgeous and cute, youāre gonna make sure he knows he deserves thisā youāre gonna make him beg for more of it. Itās working so far, if him whining your name like a mantra while his fingers grip the expensive sheets like it's his lifeline means anything. You pull out your fingers, fully thrust your tongue in and out his hole, fucking him with your tongue as your hand has a brutal pace on his sensitive and throbbing dick. Soon you feel him tighten around your tongue, his abdomen getting tenser and his dick throbbing once more on your hand, āIām gonna cumā fuck Iām gonna cum, Love, pleaseāā He cries out loud -thank Aeons the rooms are soundproof- and you pull out your tongue from him, instead letting your fingers work his cock into orgasm as you let your tongue out to catch his cum.
He cums with the quiet whimper of your name and you catch every drop on your tongue and face. You help him ride out his high, he looks at you as the euphoria wears off and his eyes widen in shock and horror at the sight of your face covered with his filth. You smile and clean your face up with your fingers, āOpen your mouth.ā He does it the second you say āopenā, moaning as you put your fingers in his mouth. āSuck.ā He does and his chest swells with pride at the enamoured look you give him. Maybe he thinks he isnāt deserving but you do and what kind of boyfriend argues with their loversā wants?
dr ratio with a pathetic yandere sub reader only to find out that dr ratio is more obsessed than them and proceeded to fuck them to overstimulation PLSSS
PATHETIC BOY į°.įā®āĖ
āā” Ė Ź¾Ź¾ genre ā smut ! āā” Ė Ź¾Ź¾ parings ā Dr ratio w M!reader āā” Ė Ź¾Ź¾ warnings ā teacher x student relationship, yandere stuff, praising, overstimulation, biting.
You thought he never noticed, Clicking pictures of him when he's not looking, how can you not? He's such a pretty guy. It's not like you don't have pictures of him on your wall, a whole diary dedicated to him.
Sometimes people would go missing if they try to flirt with Dr ratio, definitely not your doing. Ah, you forgot to clean that body..Those little glances you'd give him when he was teaching the class, fantasising how good he'd feel, fucking you, filthy little ideas that gave you a boner. You'd excuse yourself to the restroom to jerk off.
Dr Ratio apparently had a thing for you too, unknown to you! But one day when he went to your dorm, to give you back your textbook you accidentally forgot. He was surprised, only a little, seeing pictures of him on your wall.
Of course he wasn't an absolute dumbass, he knew about what you felt towards him. His lips curled into a grin, he sat down on your bed, looking through the diary.
Someone definitely deserved a punishment, the ideas were pure filth!
He waited till you came back, when you did, you gasped at the sight of him. What was he doing in your room, shit, you're fuckedā
āSuch a naughty student you are, strip. mā gonna teach you a lesson.ā He says patting the bed.
And that's how it came to this, Him thrusting into your hole as you grip the sheets, crying out when his dick hits your prostate. It's been hours! His nails digging into your waist, his dick cumming into you.
He spanks your ass when you don't answer his question, you can't even think straight!āI believe I asked a question, didn't I? Have I fucked you so dumb that you can't even reply?ā
You're shooting blanks at this point, you want him to stop but you don't want him to stop, it just feels so good! āPlease..hah..I can't anymoreāā You breathe out between gasps.
āBe a good boy, you can cum for me again right?ā He says kissing your neck, sucking lightly on the skin. His hands grip onto your hair as he kisses you, slipping his tongue in, his pace never faltering, gosh, how much energy does this man have?
With another orgasm he pulls out, panting heavily, catching his breaths, cheeks flushed.
āDon't you have a test tomorrow? Come to the office after the class, I'll give you good grades and personal tutoring, in exchange I expect you to sit pretty under the desk as you, suck me off. Got it?ā He says while carrying you to the bathroom for a shower.
