Renren, He Is So CUTE!!! XD

I have gotten back into love and deepspace SPECIFICALLY for Caleb, I hope he knows that

I started playing it when it first came out and Xavier was my first but now it's pretty much only Caleb, even though Xavier still holds a place in my heart.

Anyways, enjoy my mc and Caleb. She might not look perfectly like me, but I got pretty close minus the bags and sleep deprived look.

Since mc is supposed to be the player, I wanted to do myself a form of self love and actually make her look as close to me as possible but she'll be far prettier than I'll ever look with my features GAH

Part of me wishes that the game did have a way to scan your face and import your look to your MC but I know that would cause more problems with some fans, so oh well

OPENING TIPS

so this is kinda like commissions, but read the info in the pictures :D message me if you have any questions or are interested <3

update: you are welcome to send asks, requests, ideas, etc. without tipping but there is no guarantee i will write about them! tipping essentially guarantees i will write it :)

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working out together ♡

How do you get to wonderland?

Summary: You had thought that being hit by a truck was the prerequisite for getting isekai'd. So what the hell were you suddenly doing in the 80's in the middle of some hick-ass country town you couldn't find on a map. More importantly, where the fuck was your vape?

Part 1: you are here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Your legs burn, calf muscles shaking under the prolonged strain of running. Your lungs struggle to continue providing the oxygen you so desperately need but you refuse to stop, you can’t stop running. Those things had found you once more, and even as your back aches from skin split open and your vision blurs with the heavy flow of blood from an open forehead wound. Things are only worsened by the torrential stream of tears that you can’t manage to stop. Your pain, exhaustion and fear all compounding into a lethal cocktail that makes a big part of you just want to lay down and die. If you just gave up, then maybe your death would be quick. Undoubtedly painful and terrifying but still quick.

Would your family ever stop looking for you? Would they ever find out what had happened, find where you had been dragged to? A choked sob that you failed to push down escapes your throat at the thought, because not even you had any idea where you were. Wherever it was, you were in hell and you couldn’t stop moving for fear of dying. For fear of those creatures ripping you apart.  A branch snaps across your face, and you let out a curse as you try to ignore what feels like even more blood suddenly sliding down your numb and abused face.

In your sudden painful blindness, you completely miss the sloping hill ahead and in your desperate dash you come close to breaking your neck as you tumble down. Rocks and fleshy vines digging into your skin, as you spin like an out-of-control cheese wheel.

You reach the bottom a near broken pile of flesh and bone, sobbing in pain and frustration. Lying in the mud, you let the rain pour down on your skin as you awaited your death. The monsters would be catching up soon and you couldn’t say you cared to run anymore, not that you thought you physically could.

You waited and waited and yet, silence. Straining your ears, you waited to for the tell tale screeches to reach you. Nothing. Cautiously you pushed yourself up, forearms buckling under the weight of your muddy form as your eyes slowly scanned your surroundings, widening as you realised you weren’t in that awful place anymore. Gone were the horrific roots and dusty air, gone were the red skies and flashes of lighting, and most importantly gone were the monsters that had been hunting you down relentlessly.

Fingers clenching in the mud beneath you, you hunched in on yourself the tears streaming down your face changing in nature to that of relief.  A hysterical laughter built up and bubbled out of your throat as you flopped back down against the ground. So there you lay, laughing and crying until your sides protested. You aren’t sure how long you lie there, letting the cool rain splatter against your skin, washing off the mud and soothing the various cuts and injuries littering your skin.

Eventually, logic wins out as you force your shaky and lactic acid filled muscles to work, managing to force yourself into a wobbly walk. Along the way you manage to find a sturdy enough stick to use as a walking aid for your pathetically weak body. You have no clue where exactly you are but what you do know is that if you ever see another tree after escaping this goddamn forest then it will be far too soon.

Just as you are about to give up you spot a flicker of what appears to be car headlights cruising along ahead of you. Filled with a sudden mix of desperate hope and adrenaline you launch yourself into the fastest run you can, which is to say not very fast. But there seems to be at least one god somewhat on your side as you stumble like a baby deer out onto the road. The sound of brakes squealing furiously fills the air as the driver of the car attempts to prevent you from becoming roadkill. You don’t pay it much mind however, hands coming to thump down on the hood of the car as you make eye contact with a surprised teenager with some of the most ridiculously puffy hair you’d seen. His mouth moving in what you thought might be an alarmed shout was the last thing you saw before everything went black and you were hitting the ground like a sack of bricks.

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13/04/2025 4:04 am Severe destruction hit the Aalma'madani Hospital in central Gaza after an Israeli airstrike, despite it being the only functioning hospital in the city with limited capacity.

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I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers

before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Dear my kind donors!

Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.

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We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed‼️🥺

After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

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Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food

The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.

The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:

1 kg of meat = $100

1 chicken = 70$

1 kg of fish = 100$

1 bag of flour = $200

1 kg of cooking gas = $150

1 kg of sugar = $15

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of tomatoes = $10

1 kg of onions = $25

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little lover.

yandere! fatui harbingers x gn! darling. 

headcanons on sharing a darling (shared darling au).

› wc: 8.3k.

› characters included: pierro, scaramouche, pantalone, childe, arlecchino, columbina, il dottore, il capitano, sandrone.

› tw: suggestive themes, pseudo-incest and incest (pierro and childe), mention of noncon (pierro), physical punishment (capitano, scaramouche, and sandrone), mention of human trafficking (pantalone), gendered nickname (arlecchino).

› note: ah the length of these headcanons got the best of me… i would have broken this post up into individual pieces, but i think it’s best to read them altogether considering they’re sharing a darling. i also reposted my columbina headcanons here with several additions for the sake of consistency!

also…please pretend scaramouche didn’t run away and is here to partake in darling <3

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Adolf von Becker (1831 - 1909) - The Cat on the Pillow. Oil on canvas.

I'm into yandere content

But not the yandere where they'll hurt their darling

The protective yandere that might possibly kidnap darling because the world is too dangerous

But not the yandere that will kidnap and deprive darling of almost everything

The yandere that will subtly condition their darling to depend on them and only them

But not the yandere that will threaten their darling making darling scared of them

You guys get me?