💀 Subtle Haides Worship 🐕‍🦺

Digital Offering for Lord Hermes, Bringer of Luck; Great God of Thieves, Travelers, Luck, and Language.

I know no one asked me but I still wanted to do this little (not so little) thing.

A young elf of perhaps 19 years old was on the floor of his airship writhing in pain as he silently moaned for help,an almost completly eaten caramel apple was next yo him,his chest ached and his crystal flickered a bright reddish Hue.

“Sportacus,you’re having a sugar overdose,You need healthy sweets”

He heard a familiar voice Speak to him hoping to hear some answer.

“I-I’m sorry...”

It was the only thing he could.

“¿Sportacus?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,I’m sorry,l’m so sorry”

He said over and over whispering between sobs that began to come out of his mouth,causing him to choke on them in the process,tears rolling down his cheeks until they reached his mouth,that salty taste disgusted him.

Suddenly,a millon memories came to mind,the memory of being that child that everyone Made fun of in his homeland because of his hyperactivity,the memory of hearing his mother cough uncontrollably,the memory of seeing his father having to bear the fact that his wife’s life was coming to an end,the memory of being surrounded by many people including relatives who had nevera seen in his life say goodbye to his mother while he hid behind his father yo nobody saw him cry.

An apple rolled out of a hole in the wall to fall next yo him.

“Sportacus,eat that,It will help you”

The elf didn’t even think twice and took the apple,he was desperate,so ir It helped that excruciating pain go way,then he wouldn’t even wonder what he was eating.

He took a very big bite of the apple and after chewing It a little,the taste made him feel a little better,and when he swallowed It completly the pain in him was gone.

“Sportacus,You had an overdose of sugar,¿How did It happen?”

Questioned the femele voice of the aircraft.

“I...I was eating a caramel apple that someone gave me in twon...I didn’t think It would affect me so much”

He said as he stood up.

“But It affected You,be more careful the next time”

“Yes...I’m sorry”

“Sportacus,¿Why were you apologizing for earlier?”

“I...no...that’s not important”

“It’s okey but ¿Are You ok?”

“Yes,I’m fine,It’s more,maybe it’s to train a little,I’m sure that will cheer me up a bit”

He said as he began to stretch trying to get out of that Situation without the computer realizing that It wasn’t really right.

He Is not well.

English Is not my mother touge.I used Google traslate to do this,so feel free to correct any spelling errors.

Holding Onto Memories 🎞️

There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Praise Lord Hermes by taking the time to write. In a journal, a blog, a notes app, anything. Just write.

I love this hiperactive blue elf

I hope this is what you wanted @ghostarwarrior because i really love how it turrned out.

It's only season 1 but i´ll do one for every season.

Lord Hermes is everywhere I go.

I see Him in the birds that migrate South for the winter. I see Him in the friendly face of the mailwoman who brings my packages and always leaves a treat for my dog.

I feel Him in the crafty half-truths I tell interviewers in the hope of landing a job that makes me happy. I feel Him in the careful selection of every word I use so that those around me may take me seriously.

His presence is warm and comforting, yet He always says what needs to be said, even when I don't want to hear it. And for that, I appreciate him immensely.

*Panic in Spanish*

Vent comic courtesy of my traumatic visit home!!! augahguhsg!!

I guess you don't need to ask these guys how often they think about the Roman Empire...

“I’m a super modelo,mami,si mami,my style Is ridicolus-ridicolus-colus-olus~~~”

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My family

to whom it may concern

My name is Jamal, and I have been living in the UK as a refugee for several years. I have not seen my family for over six years, when I left Gaza to escape the difficult conditions. Now, with the war raging again, the situation is more tragic than ever.

This my brothers

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My family lives in Shujaiya, which was completely destroyed. My family lost more than 20 of our relatives, and I cannot express the extent of my pain and grief. My brothers and their children are living in a dire situation; they have been displaced more than five times, moving between refugee camps, under constant rocket attacks.

Now, they are trapped in southern Gaza, living in tents that offer no protection from the harsh winter cold. They face severe shortages of food and water, while the dangers around them increase. Their hearts are in pain every moment, and the eyes of the children who used to smile in the pictures are now threatened with losing hope.

I have tried hard to transfer them to Egypt in search of safety, but the Egyptian authorities are demanding up to $6,000 per person, which seems impossible under the current circumstances. I cannot bear to see my nephews become a painful memory or fragments under the rubble.

I am asking for your help and support in these difficult times. I need your help in finding ways to move my family to safety and secure their basic needs. Any help will be a ray of light in this darkness.

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Thank you very much for your time and listening.

Sincerely, Jamal