/ Orv Novel Ch 489 Spoilers

“Be curious about what you’re writing about” is not stock Common Writing Advice but it really, really should be. There are a lot of written works that fail due to the authors just being obviously incurious about what they are writing about.

💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

He was still holding Shen Qingqiu’s body, which was rapidly cooling down. It seemed like he wanted to call for him loudly and forcefully shake him awake, yet he didn’t dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said slowly,

“Shizun? Why aren’t you drawing more SV art as an SV main???”

i made a huge mahoyaku guide/infodump for anyone who wants to get into it but doesn't know where to start!! :3 i explained most of the character's backstories and stuff as well.. feel free to share if you want.. (this was written around the beginning of ms2 ch10 coming out) (also check out healingbonds for story translations!)

more under the cut ⬇ :)

northern country 💜

central country 💛

eastern country 💙

western country 💗

southern country 💚

and some extra stuff !!

[Event Story] Cage of Black Raven Translations

Chapter 1: The Black Raven’s Introduction Chapter 2: The Black Raven’s Gathering of Members Chapter 3: The Black Raven’s Attack Chapter 4: The Black Raven’s True Identity Chapter 5: The Black Raven’s Dining Table Chapter 6: The Black Raven’s Letter Chapter 7: The Black Raven’s Release Chapter 8: The Black Raven’s Stroll Chapter 9: The Black Raven’s Doubt Chapter 10: The Black Raven’s Crisis Chapter 11: The Black Raven’s Mask Chapter 12: The Black Raven’s Cage Chapter 13: The Boy’s Name

reikao short drabble. i have a lot of reikao wips in my drafts and this is one of my babies. originally posted this as a twitter threadfic in my private account with 0 followers but i realized i need to dump this publicly. run free and live life to the fullest unnamed reikao short drabble #3. story under the cut

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Kaoruʼs heart hammered continuously against his chest, its pounding beat—accompanied with his distressed thoughts—filled his ears instead of listening to the man in front of him.

He had prepared a lot for this song; of course, he would—it was for his sister, after all. He needed to put more than enough effort for her—he shoved all his responsibilities to his sister and brother. He has this itching urge to repay them back; it was the least he could do for them—for himself.

And as such, of course, Kaoru is nervous as fuck.

Him and the rest of UNDEAD are preparing to perform for the reception. They sat at a secluded corner of the room to prepare everything, but Kaoru has yet to calm himself down. He knew it was no use worrying, but he canʼt help it—he needed to do his best to not disappoint again, he needed to give it his all to show them that he took the right path, he needed to... He needed t—

“—Kaoru-kun, are you feeling alright?”

The deep, gentle voice of Rei interrupted his train of thoughts. Somehow recently, Rei could easily notice his sudden shift in moods.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. Iʼm just a bit nervous, thatʼs all,” he replied as he nervously twirls the ends of his hair.

Kaoru paused, suddenly remembering that he had to tie his hair. He met Reiʼs eyes then flashed a grin at him, “hey, you think you can tie my hair for me, pretty please?”

“Hm? Whatʼs with the ‛pleaseʼ all of a sudden~?” Rei teased, but still took the hair tie that Kaoru handed to him.

Rei gathered the stray strands of Kaoruʼs soft, blonde hair, and started combing it with his fingers. He then continued to gently brush his hair as Kaoru hummed.

After a few seconds of silence, Kaoru hesitantly mumbled, “Well, I... Itʼs kinda.. Iʼm—”

“...Itʼs a bit nerve-wracking, isnʼt it?” Rei finished the sentence for him as he took the hair tie that was on his wrist, tying Kaoruʼs hair together.

“I understand your anxiousness, Kaoru-kun,” he whispered, and Kaoru shivered from Reiʼs breath that suddenly brushed against his ear.

Rei continued, “fear may be present, but you shouldnʼt let it destroy your confidence.”

“Youʼre talented, adorable, a good boyfriend,” Rei paused, looking around the venue before he quickly planted a soft kiss on Kaoruʼs head.

He added, “most importantly, youʼre a good brother. You may think youʼre not necessarily good, but Iʼm sure your siblings would disagree.”

“So, donʼt worry about performing later. Iʼm sure your sister would enjoy, regardless.”

A tint of red slowly covered his whole face. Rei surely knew how to flatter him, huh.

Before Kaoru could reply, Rei quickly planted another kiss on the nape of his neck causing him to flinch

“R-Rei-kun...!”

“Kaoru-kun~!”

Kaoru turned around to face Rei, who was equally as red as him. He pouted as he scolded him, “could you lessen it with the PDA~? I know my sister likes you a lot as my boyfriend and as an idol, but you donʼt have to show off too much!”

“And! Weʼre idols! Our asses will get kicked, if our relationship went public, you know~?” Kaoru whined.

“Ah, but at the end of the day, weʼre still partners regardless of our relationship status, are we not?” Rei smirked. And Kaoru wants to wipe it off his face.

Partners, huh...

Who knew heʼd be able to call someone that—who knew that someone would call him that?

Him... Koga, Adonis... Rei... It was all just a coincidence for them to meet together. He never intended to stick this long, but here they are—performing for his sister.

And... Rei has been a good partner to him; whether it be as idols, friends, or lovers; he had been subtly helping him since the start of 3rd year, and up until now. Rei was always there for him, always showed up for him.

Heʼs really glad to be his partner—

“I love you, Rei-kun.”

The words poured out of his mouth as if it were a waterfall. It came out like a whisper, shocking both himself and Rei.

Blushing from his sudden declaration, Kaoru looked up to check Reiʼs reaction—and to no surprise, Rei was as red as him again.

Kaoru giggled, “youʼre like a tomato, Rei-kun~”

Rei frantically blinked, his eyes straying away from his until he looked back to glare. “Whoʼs fault do you think that is?”

“Donʼt just say that out of nowhere, Kaoru-kuuun~!” Rei groaned, dropping his head on Kaoruʼs shoulders.

“...I love you, too,” he whispered, tilting his head, so his bright red eyes could stare at Kaoruʼs light brown ones that were shining like a jewel.

Kaoru hummed. He patted Reiʼs head, then said, “letʼs go now, shall we?”

Rei nodded, but his supposed reply was suddenly interrupted—

“Oi, can you two stop it with the flirting?”

They both turned their heads to Koga, who glared daggers at their direction. Kaoru smiled apologetically, then walked towards him and Adonis with Reiʼs hand in his.

dancing in starlight fits go hard asl 💯 (ref)

sharing paragraphs from (published) fics i wrote last year that i really enjoyed writing!!!! putting these side-by-side i'm starting to think that there's this evident recurring theme...

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i have TONS of wips stored in my gdrive so hopefully. i get to free them from the box.. my goal for this year is to write lots of words. and being consistent with my writing. AND to stop underestimating my writing capabilities :D i have a superrrr long way to go + still not confident in my english skills when it comes to writing;;;;

i am extremely fond with familial relationships in media!!! i love seeing a kid happily and healthily bond with their beloved parent!!!!! however reading mhyk oz & arthur centric stories are literally fucking killing me i'm so fucking serious i feel like i got shot to the head five times until i endlessly throw up from feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. god the sheer angst in a family of the strongest and one of the oldest wizards in the world as the father and the prince of the central country as the son is so crazy .

on the other hand. twisted wonderland has been fucking killing me emotionally lately with the constant lore drop for silver!!!!! i can't wait for silver, lilia, and malleus to reunite again because i know there's going to be a waterfall of emotions that will leak