Must Be A Dream

KID: *tips top hat* m'eitantei

Conan: *tips deerstalker hat* m'gician

heiii haiii. hyuna for the character ask 👉👈 also ango, perchance

hiya mocha!!! 🫶

hyuna - alien stage

favorite thing about them: the conflict she faces between her logical mind vs. her feelings… raghhhh. also her prosthetic <3

least favorite thing about them: her lack of content !! i need to know more about her life before she joined the rebellion

favorite line: "You, who betrayed me so cruelly... I finally hold you in my arms. This is my revenge."

brOTP: her and mizi are my pooks

OTP: sighs. my worsties

nOTP: i don't have one tbh !

random headcanon: kids/babies absolutely adore her and she can calm them down effortlessly if they’re upset (for luka the opposite is true)

unpopular opinion: i’m not in the fanbase enough to know which opinions are or aren’t popular but i do think her relevance is underappreciated. i’ve seen fans brushing her aside which is crazy to me because lore-wise she’s basically the most important character in the show lfjdkdhjw

song i associate with them: all-in 😭 lol but if we’re talking non alnst songs… i wish i hated you by ariana. also the rebels in general give me strong danger days mcr vibes

favorite picture of them:

i am a hyuna victim.

ango sakaguchi - bsd

favorite thing about them: is it wrong of me to say his self-loathing. unfortunately i love how his circumstances have turned him into a person he despises. i love how working for the special division forces him to make decisions he disagrees with and hurt people he cares about and suffer. /affectionately i swear

least favorite thing about them: that he’s not even mentioned in beast despite dazai and oda’s relationship being such an integral part of that story. 😔

favorite line: “The death of a person is not just some number. Every one of their lives must have some meaning.” — after i read gaiden this hurt me so much more. bro is in the wrong career oh my god

brOTP: him and ayatsuji !

OTP: odango

nOTP: ango/dazai (but non-romantically their dynamic is my favorite. there’s So much there don’t even get me started)

random headcanon: this is basically canon but i like to believe he does little things to help dazai/the agency even outside of those he’s canonically done. using his position to drop hints that subtly nudge them in the right direction on cases and curb public opinion in their favor. (and not just out of guilt !!) i also believe he’s the main pushback against ayatsuji’s execution in the division

unpopular opinion: a lot of people think he’s way older than he is and treat him accordingly. he’s 25 you guys!! he’s just a boy out of his depth!! he’s younger than ranpo and ayatsuji!! him and dazai are only 3 years apart!!

song i associate with them: rip ango you would’ve loved frank sinatra… the world we knew…. why try to change me now…. i’ll never smile again…. yeah

favorite picture of them: thank you oyoyo

character ask game

and it felt like forever

i kinda didnt like the plot of this but its the only piece i completed for esuka week in 2023

Isuka grew up on the castle grounds. Being the ward of the captain of the royal guard meant she lived with him in the castle. Despite her proximity to royalty, she was never one of them. Her adoptive father's closeness to the king he served had meant she received some privileges - schooling, clothes, and training. But there was a line between her and the princess, the world reminded her of it constantly. 

Her world was incomparable to the life of the boy she would eventually fall for. 

Ace was a prince, despite it being through adoption, he was just as important as the ‘real’ prince. He was kind, beautiful and more importantly out of reach.

Each year, the kingdom threw a banquet for his birthday and Isuka would attend with the royal family of her country. Her adoptive father had to stay close to the king, so there was no reason to leave her alone.

She hid away most of the time, finding solace in the castle's library in the week-long period they stayed. Often because she was too scared about what the other royal kids would think of her. She stumbled across the prince a couple of times in a corner of the garden where she sometimes sat to read in peace, huddled beneath a giant coat and mittens. He was apparently escaping people who spoke badly of his father.

~ ♡ ~

She looked up, startled, a loud rustling noise making its way towards her, she hid behind the book hoping not to be told off by some grown-up. A kind old man had told her it was okay to use it.

‘Stupid people!’ A yell. The person sounded younger than she thought, so she looked up. It was a boy, he looked to be her age, his freckles had faded with the winter cold, but they were just visible. He regarded her with the same shock she did with him.

‘Who’re you?’

‘Isuka,’ she replied, hoping he would pry further.

‘Oh,’ he sniffed and she realised his eyes were red like he had been crying, ‘I’m Ace.’

‘Like the prince?’ She scrambled to stand up and bow to him.

‘You don’t have to do that, it’s not like I’m a real prince anyway.’

She looked up at him, ‘what?’

‘You know I’ve never seen you before, which royal family are you from?’

‘Oh no I’m not a royal, but I’m the ward of Knight Draw, the King of Oykot’s personal protection,’ she was proud of him.

‘Oh, is it your first time here?’

‘No, I’ve been coming here for the past five years,’ ever since she had been adopted five years ago. 

‘Oh,’ it was the prince’s 12th birthday, and five years is a long time. ‘Are you not close with the princess?’

‘We get along fine, we are inseparable,’ she imitated the Queen’s tone. When they were home it was true, they loved each other like sisters would. Medora knew how Isuka hated royal events, and even defended her when Draw would scold her for hiding away. So when they had to travel to other nations Medora would cover for her as she spent the week hiding. Unlike her Medora adored social events, and most of all the attention of other people.

‘So you hate those royal brats too?’

‘Technically you’re a royal brat too,’ she replied without thinking, when she realised what she had done she slapped a finger over her mouth. 

To her surprise he burst out laughing instead, ‘technically you would be correct, my country believes so, but the other kids seem to hate me.’

‘Why would they hate you?’ She sat back down, patting the seat next to her.

He took the invitation, sitting down next to her. ‘They think I don’t deserve to be a prince,’ he continued when he saw her confused look, ‘my father was a criminal, but the king took pity on my mum when he was executed.’

‘Well if your country accepts you that’s really all you need right?’

‘Ah, well, other countries need to like me to be king.’

‘Oh,’ Isuka’s face was red, she hadn’t learnt much about international politics yet, Medora had been learning for years.

‘Luffy and Sabo don’t want to be king. Luffy, the youngest, just wants to travel the world and have fun. Sabo, the middle one, wants to lead in a different way, he wants to focus on the common people.’

Isuka listened in amazement, he was the same age as her but already had a greater understanding of the world. He was considering her brothers’ feelings and taking on such a big burden. ‘But what do you want to be?’

‘I haven’t thought about it.’

‘Well,’ she smiled at him and the slight blush on his face deepened, ‘you have lots of time.’

‘Yeah I guess I do,’ he smiled back at her.

For the rest of the week, he spent as much time as he could with her, laughing like actual kids, without the weight of the world on them.

When it was time for her to leave, he hugged her goodbye, whispering about how he was excited to see her again.

~ ♡ ~

For the next two years, they saw each other at royal events. Medora made sure to tease her about it every single time she caught them together and if what Ace said was true his brothers were the same.

He sent a present on her birthday and they wrote letters for the rest of the year. She was starting to think royal events weren’t so bad when he was next to her, like Medora he didn’t care what the adults thought of her, even if the kids would say things.

~ ♡ ~

On his 15th he eagerly awaited her arrival and when the carriage from Oykot he watched the princess, her governess and ladies-in-waiting step out. Isuka was nowhere to be found.

When he caught the princess’s eyes she shook her head slightly and he smiled back in gratitude.

He found out the exact reason later. Draw had been a traitor, and Isuka had barely stopped a plot to poison the king. The king was in critical condition, and the queen did not want to leave his side as he recovered from the poisoning. Ace thought that Medora was strong for coming by herself, and her best friend was not there to support her.

Isuka had locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Medora had tried to talk her out of the room every day for two weeks since the incident. Even the mention of seeing Ace hasn’t convinced her to get out.

Ace tried to enjoy his birthday festivities but nothing seemed the same. Her presence made everything better. He found solace in the company of his brothers, they did their best to cheer him up. Even though their attempts often worked, not long after he went back to feeling empty.

When Medora was leaving, he pressed a note into her hand, ‘please give this to her.’

‘I’ll try,’ she reassured him with a smile.

~ ♡ ~

It would be another year before he saw her again. It was his 16th birthday and he was greeting guests as they stepped out of their carriages when he caught sight of that vermilion bob he hadn’t seen in nearly two years.

He must’ve looked absolutely silly, his mouth open wide as she stepped out. She looked different, older, more serious. There was a blade at her hip, her outfit more fitting for a knight than a young lady. 

Their eyes met briefly and he smiled but she simply looked away. He was confused at her attitude but chalked it up to the awkwardness of being older. He hoped that they would get a chance to catch up later.

~ ♡ ~

Unlike before, Isuka stayed beside her princess. It was impossible to get her alone. She was always surrounded, by the princess, the princess’s ladies-in-waiting, by other security. He hoped to at least make eye contact, for her to smile at him so the world could go back to what it was, but by the end of the first night he was convinced that she was avoiding him.

He was honestly confused, had he done something to annoy her? Was she mad at him? If so he wanted to apologise, he just wanted his friend back.

It had been an awful week for him. Of course, the food was good and the company great, but her bright red hair simply wouldn’t leave his eyesight. Constantly reminding him that for some reason they weren’t the same anymore.

On the third day he had given in, walking up to her when she was alone with the princess. 

‘Medora,’ he nodded and she nodded back, glancing over to Isuka to see her reaction, but the girl had an indecipherable expression on her face. He straightened his shoulders and mustered up the courage to ask, ‘may I speak with Lady Isuka alone?’ He didn’t know why he was being so formal - this was the girl who’d thrown a snowball at him for calling her beautiful.

‘Of course, I was planning on heading back to my room,’ she looked at Isuka who was going to protest at leaving her alone, ‘my ladies-in-waiting will be with me. There is no need to worry,’ she reassured Isuka with a smile before patting her on the back and leaving the pair alone.

Isuka didn’t meet his eyes and since she clearly didn’t plan on speaking first he did, ‘you never replied to my letter. You know I thought maybe you had died and they just weren’t telling me the truth.’

‘What do you want, your highness?’

‘You,’ she looked at him with shock, ‘I want to back to the way we were.’

‘That would be highly improper, your highness, you should focus our attention on girls who are right for you.’

‘And who would that be?’ He asked, annoyance building in his tone.

‘That’s not my place to say.’

‘Why are you doing this Isuka? Why are you pushing me away.’

‘I think it would be better for us to stick to our own worlds.’

He watched as Isuka walked away, helplessly staring at her retreating figure. 

It wasn't until the fifth day that he found out why Isuka had changed. Medora had been alone in a corridor when Ace had stumbled across her. She grabbed him and pulled him into a corner.

‘Shush Isuka can't see us together. She would kill me if she knew what I was going to tell you .’

She spent the next hour explaining what had happened since he had seen her last. Apparently, when Medora had been here on his 15th birthday she’d talked to the king and queen and insisted on joining the royal knights. She trained hard enough to become her personal knight in the shortest time possible and was the youngest royal knight ever. She had thrown herself into work over the guilt she had felt. Apparently, she had felt betrayed that she trusted Draw for so long when he had been the one to kill her parents because they tried to expose him and only adopted her so that he could win the favour of the king. She felt like she had played a part in his cruel plan and wanted to work in order to make things better. The king and queen had initially refused, placing none of the blame on her, she was a victim too. She had been very convincing.

‘But why would she ignore me?’

‘I think maybe she feels like she needs to keep her distance, she can’t be with you and doesn’t want to hurt you further.’

‘I don’t care about that, who told her that.’

‘I don’t know, she usually doesn’t care about what people say about her, but whoever it was really got under her skin.’

He buried his face in his hands, despite being one of the smartest people he knew she was so dumb sometimes.

So when it was time for them to leave, he waited and grabbed Isuka’s hand as she tried to get in. He handed her a note and waited for her to take it from him. She looked puzzled and in a sort of half daze accepted the letter. He helped her up into the carriage and watched as they left.

On her way home Isuka opened the letter, trying her best to conceal the contents from Medora who sat next to her.

Isuka,

It has come to my attention that you’ve been ignoring me for my sake. Well, I have to say that it’s a load of rubbish and will continue to bother you until you reply.

Waiting eagerly for your reply, Your fire fist

She smiled fondly at his use of the nickname she made for him, and then immediately stopped when she noticed Medora smirking at her.

‘He won’t be receiving a reply any time soon.’

‘That’s not going to stop him.’

‘He can try his best.’

~ ♡ ~

Isuka,

Hoping this is actually going to be read and not immediately burned. Will you be attending my brothers’ banquets?

Your wonderful and amazing Ace

P.s. please reply

~ ♡ ~

My dear Isuka,

I am going to take your silence as a yes every time I ask a question. If you don’t want me assuming weird things you should really reply.

Your dear Ace

~ ♡ ~

Oh wonderful and gorgeous lady Isuka,

Since the party is next week I shall be assuming your attendance and will be awaiting your arrival

The extremely hot Ace

~ ♡ ~

He did indeed see her at both his brothers’ banquets in which he spent the whole affair sending her notes. Paying little royal brats with sweets to give them to her. sometimes a small gift would be sent instead of a note, a flower or a piece of jewellery. The flowers she kept in her notebook, going to preserve them and the jewellery stored away safely.

~ ♡ ~

My beautiful and splendid Isuka, whose hair shines too bright sometimes,

Will you be my girlfriend?

Your stunning now boyfriend Ace

~ ♡ ~

To my breathtaking, charming, dazzling, extremely good sword-fighter girlfriend,

Happy birthday, I hope you like your present. Bet you were wishing for a kiss right?

Ace

~ ♡ ~

He would not stop sending more letters with longer and more ridiculous lines. She couldn’t reply of course having been ignoring him for close to a year now.

She definitely couldn’t let anyone know that she kept those letters in her box, tucked safely next to her other treasures. She loved his handwriting, the scrawling way he wrote her name. She read them again and again, hearing his voice talking to her softly. 

She was falling for him and she found herself minding less and less as she received more and more letters.

The words Draw had said to her as they dragged him to his execution faded slowly in her memory. 

~ ♡ ~

When she saw him next he was turning 17. This time she let him pull her into a hug, ‘I hope you plan on listening to me now.’

‘Yeah, I missed your stupid voice.’

‘Why do you always do this,’ he pulled back.

‘Do what?’ she stared up at him with innocent eyes. He was taller now, and definitely had way more muscles compared to the last time she had hugged him.

‘Insult me,’ he was pouting now and she resisted the urge to poke one of his freckled cheeks.

‘Get a room the both of you!’ Medora shouted from the stairs.

Isuka pulled away from him so fast, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her ears.

Ace chuckled, looking back at her ‘so technically I did just assume we were dating, your answer is yes right?’

She smiled sort of deviously and for a second he was worried. So when she kissed him on the cheek and whispered a yes into his ear, he froze and she used the opportunity to sprint up the stairs to join Medora.

~ ♡ ~

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under your shadows

another tsujitsuji fic <3

also i didnt tag graphic depictions of violence because personally (as someone who does not do well with gore) it wasn't too bad. but if there's ever anything wrong with my tags please do let me know! i always complain about people who don't tag correctly but lowkey I'm bad at tagging so let me know :)

as usual fic under the cut as well <3

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Each breath was becoming more and more of a struggle to take. Her lungs felt like they were burning. Gripping her gun weakly, she tried to take a step forward, attempting to aim at the man attacking her.

‘You’re going to shoot me?’ He scoffed, ‘You can barely stand.’

He was right; she’d sustained too many injuries in the fight. Her vision was blurring, there was a pounding in her head, and she felt like she had been shot at some point.

She glanced back; there was a figure slumped over by the shutters. The pale blond hair, stained with blood, revealed his identity to her. Ayatsuji-sensei. Unconscious. Hurt. Dying.

The man was stepping closer to her now, pulling out a knife. She tried to steady her hand, reinforcing her threat of shooting him even if it was a weak one.

‘Now, now,’ he was being condescending, talking to her as if she were a child throwing a tantrum. ‘We don’t have to do this the hard way. I’m sure those drugs are doing a number on you.’ Drugs? She couldn’t remember how he’d gotten them in her. ‘I don’t want to cause you any more pain than I have to.’

‘Step back,’ trying her hardest not to sound scared. He continued to move closer, so confident that she wasn’t capable enough.

‘Still protecting him? You government agents are truly foolish people.’ The muzzle of her gun was against his chest now. ‘Well, are you going to shoot me?’ He cocked an eyebrow at her. 

She pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; the telltale click of an empty magazine echoed in her ears.

He chuckled as the panic filled her features. How could she have run out of bullets? 

She made a move to grab his knife, but the drugs in her system were slowing her down. He dodged easily. It was pathetic really, for a trained agent like her to be knocked to the floor so effortlessly.

Lying at his feet, she felt an overwhelming sense of defeat. She was going to die here. She was failing the division. She was failing Ayatsuji-sensei. She was failing herself.

Looking at his shadow, cast on the floor next to her. Maybe she was nothing without her mother’s ability.

‘Mother,’ it came out more like a cry, ‘I’m sorry.’

~ ♡ ~

Tsujimura jogged to catch up with Ayatsuji as they entered the building. ‘Sensei! Wait up! I don’t have a good feeling about this building.’

‘Why should you? It’s most definitely a trap,' his flippancy shocked her.

‘A trap?’ She fumbled for her phone. ‘Should I call for backup?’

‘Do whatever you wish,’ continuing to walk into the warehouse. He began to take in the room. There were modern additions to the older structure. There were large frames with items still on them blocking the entire room from view.

‘That's strange. I can’t get any signal in here,’ she lifted it, shaking her head in confusion. ‘We’re within city limits here.’

‘Signal jammer,’ he continued to smoke, seemingly unbothered by the situation. ‘Whoever’s doing this seems quite determined to get us alone.’

‘Maybe we should come back later with backup,’ she turned around, ready to get out of the creepy place, but there was a loud mechanical groaning. Tsujimura to stop the door from shutting. What followed was her exasperated shout and a loud clanging sound.

‘It would seem they have gotten us alone.’

‘This is bad, Sensei. The division doesn't know our location, and we cannot contact them.’ She pulled out her gun from its holster and joined him. There were no signs that there was anyone else with them, but she couldn’t shake off this awful feeling pooling in her stomach. 

They were considering their next move when smoke started to fill the room. 

‘We need to get out of here!’ Tsujimura started to move, but Ayatsuji grabbed her hand. 

‘Don't move,’ he was looking around, trying to figure out what their next move should be whilst they still had some visibility. That’s when he noticed something strange with the smoke: ‘Tsujimura, don’t breathe. Don’t talk. We need to move now.’

He dragged her along, heading out of the storage area. The smoke was virtually nonexistent in the corridor area they were in now.

‘Sensei? What’s going on?’

‘A trap,’ he was looking around for a way out, but all the shutters were closed.

‘You’ve already said that?’

‘The smoke was to lead us here and to split us up, probably.’

‘But the smoke was drugged?’

‘So you noticed it too? Not bad, special agent.’ Despite their precarious situation, she felt a little proud of herself. ‘Yeah, a low dose of an anaesthetic. If we’d attempted to stay, we’d slowly lose consciousness.’

‘Giving us no other choice but to come here,’ Tsujimura spoke as a figure emerged around the corner, ‘and to fall into this trap.’

Clapping, loud clapping, ‘Bravo! You truly are as good as they say you are, Ayatsuji Yukito.’

He remained emotionless, regarding him as if he were a pedestrian on the street; he tipped down his sunglasses to glance him up and down. ‘Do I know you?’ 

The man stopped 10 meters away from them. ‘I don’t think we’ve ever met.’

Ayatsuji took a long drag of his kiseru before he spoke again, ‘You went through a lot of trouble for someone who doesn’t know your name.’

‘Oh,’ he winked before he carried on. ‘That’s the beautiful part. You do.’

Tsujimura remained glued to the spot, unable to do anything. Her instincts were telling her they needed to get out now, but she couldn’t move, no matter how hard she willed her legs to.

‘The string of murders recently across the globe,’ the man nodded in delight as Ayatsuji spoke. ‘One man, high-profile targets, a very impressive killer. They call you Vipère?’ 

Tsujimura interrupted, ‘French?’

‘Correct!’

‘Just like his shoes,’ the criminal laughed, but Ayatsuji continued. ‘Named for his use of viper poison to kill his targets. The first of which was a French bureaucrat.’

‘You’ve done your research, detective,’ he took off his hat and took a bow, ‘how flattering that is to hear.’

‘You still haven’t told us what business you have with us.’

‘Us?’ He chuckled as if he’d just told a particularly funny joke, only he was the only one in on it. ‘No detective, my business is only with you. Sadly, your babysitter will not be joining us today.’

It happened before she could even react. He snapped his finger, and she felt something wrap around her—scaly, cold, squeezing her—a snake winding around her, binding her legs and arms. 

Ayatsuji tried to step closer. ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ he motioned to the snake as it wrapped around her neck before stopping. ‘As you probably know, this particular species of snake isn’t venomous; however, I’m sure this wouldn’t go in her favour here.’

He stayed still, his face twisting into an expression of disgust. An ability user, he’d overlooked that.

‘Perfect, now,’ he stepped closer to them, ‘to deal with you.’ 

Tsujimura tried to scream out, to tell him to get out of the building, to leave her, but the snake was slowly constricting. At this rate, she was going to run out of oxygen before it crushed her bones. All she could do was watch.

Ayatsuji put out his kiseru, tucking it into a pocket before taking off his coat and hat. ‘Usually, I would’ve asked Tsujimura-kun to hold my stuff; I’d hate to put it on this filthy floor.’

‘Sorry,’ he shrugged noncommittally, ‘I can’t have her interfering.’

He sighed before abandoning his stuff on the floor. ‘Well, whatever this is, maybe we should get it over with.’

‘There’s nothing I’d like more.’

She wasn’t sure what happened in the following moments, the lack of oxygen keeping her out of focus. It wasn’t until she felt the snake writhe and let her go that she had some semblance of what was going on. As soon as her vision returned, she grabbed her gun and scrambled away from the body of the snake. She could only guess how Ayatsuji-sensei had managed to kill it.

‘Tsujimura! Get up!’ It was Ayatsuji shouting; he was being pinned to the floor.

‘You just couldn't die, could you?’

She didn’t waste any time, aiming for the man attacking them. She shot at him twice, the latter grazing his shoulder. 

‘That bitch,’ he snarled, releasing his hold on Ayatsuji, allowing him to escape.

She kept her gun trained on him; he didn't try to move. Instead, he began laughing again. It was starting to seriously piss her off; nothing about this was remotely funny.

‘I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but I guess this was never going to happen the easy way.’ 

That’s when the corridor began to fill with smoke, much quicker than the storage area.

‘Ayatsuji-sensei!’ Tsujimura had lost sight of him immediately. ‘Where are you?’ She heard movement all around her, struggling to place the other two people in the room. Why isn't he responding to her? 

She tried to breathe normally; the last time this happened, they had been able to retreat, regroup, and plan. 

‘Sensei!’

‘Idiot! Stop speaking; you are alerting him to your whereabouts.’ He sounded in pain, but the voice was close by. She spun around trying to pin down his location when she felt an arm on her shoulder. She nearly shot him but recognised the gloves.

‘Sensei,’ she whispered, ‘you're hurt.’

‘The bastard got a couple of hits in,’ he wiped the corner of his mouth. ‘Listen, we have to get out of her-’

She blinked, and he was gone; there was a loud crashing noise as something collided with shutters. ‘Sensei!’ She swore she saw something huge attack him.

She felt breath on her neck, ‘Now to deal with you.’ Before she could react, she felt something pierce her skin.

Turning around, she fired her gun. Three shots. She could tell none of them had landed. She needed to deal with the criminal, needed to check on Ayatsuji-sensei, and needed to get out of there. But with every noise, she was flitting around like a butterfly. She had fired twice more, feeling something near her; she was sure at least one had hit him again. But now she only had one bullet left; she couldn't use it until she was completely sure. 

Just as the smoke began to subside and she felt a flicker of hope, she was knocked down. Something had hit her knee, hard. ‘You really are just a stupid bitch, aren’t you?’ 

He was swinging a metal pipe at her, a crazed look in his eyes. Almost serpentine in its appearance. 

She dodged, trying to grab her gun from the floor near her. Watching her struggle, he took a step back. Taking pleasure at how lethargic her body was, her weak grip on the gun, and her difficulty in standing up.

‘You're going to shoot me?’

~ ♡ ~

The man had turned around, loading his own gun, preparing to kill them both. He was muttering to himself, Ayatsuji first, then that stupid agent. She breathed shallowly as the shadows at his feet seemed to expand. She blinked, wondering if the drugs were messing with her brain. When she saw the shadows lift off the ground, she was sure she was seeing things in her last moments.

However, when she felt the shadows surround her, she was sure it was real. She had not felt this presence since Ayatsuji-sensei’s ability had killed it. Yesterday’s Shadow Tag. 

It was weaker, unable to hold its own form. But it was strong enough to use her, lifting her to her feet and cloaking her body, giving her a renewed sense of strength. There was a time in her life when she would have hesitated to use this ability, but this was not that. 

She waited for him to turn around, watching his expression distort into one of fear. 

‘What the fu-’

She didn't want to kill the man before he could serve his sentence for all his crimes, so she knocked him out. Wrapping him in shadows so he couldn't try to escape and dragging him out with her. 

Walking over to Ayatsuji-sensei, Shadowling had slashed through the shutters next to his body. This allowed her to pick him up and exit the building. The ability stayed until she managed to get back to her car, carefully placing Ayatsuji in the back seat and handcuffing the other man.

When the shadows disappeared, she used the last of her strength to call for help. Holding out until she heard the sirens approaching them. She let herself rest when she knew her job was done.

~ ♡ ~

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26 December

Wael Jamal Alshawish (@aya-1993, @wael-86): Wael and Aya have 3 children: Rahaf, Leen, and Aseel. They wish to evacuate from Gaza. (https://gofund.me/e3e253e3) (#372 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€18 raised of €70K goal)

Israa Alwan, Shadi Alwan (@esraa12gaza, @esraaolwan): Shadi has 5 children: Wedad, Shukri, Saja, Farah, and little baby Mira. Shadi also has 2 sisters: Noor and Israa. Israa wishes to become a teacher and has a degree in Early Childhood Education. Shadi is also caring for his aging mother and his father has been absent for years. (https://gofund.me/775caf47) (shared by @/90-ghost)

Abdulrahman (@abadborhm): Abdulrahman’s family consists of 6 members: his parents, and his 4 siblings. (https://gofund.me/249db7e8) (#359 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€150 raised of €25K target)

Muhammad Ramadan (@moh12ram, @mohammadram): Muhammad is 24 years old and he studied engineering. He is married and has a 1-year-old daughter. He also has 9 sisters. He suffers problems on his cornea and has had various operations on both his eyes. (https://gofund.me/14bf968b) (#313 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€614 raised of €30K goal)

23-24 December

Walaa Moneer/ Walaa Mounir (@walaa95famely): Walaa (28) is from northern Gaza. She is married and have 3 children: Yamen (10), Kinan (8), Alma (3). (https://gofund.me/ab22ef91) (vetted by @/90-ghost) (€97 raised of €25K goal)

Nadaa Alrai (@omzaki): Nadaa and her husband Adnan have 2 children: Tulin (8) and Zaki (7). Nadaa suffers from severe migrain while Adnan suffers from high blood pressure. They have been displaced and the children are cold and hungry. (https://gofund.me/69b10735) (#376 on @/gazavetters vetted list, shared by 90-ghost) (€295 raised of €30K goal, fundraising since September)

Yousef Osama (@yousefosama2): Yousef is only 14 years old and he is from a family of 8. He is from Gaza City but he and his family have been displaced and are now living in a makeshift shelter. (https://gofund.me/df5ee605) (#375 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€55 raised of €3K target)

22 December  

Haifa homeid (@haifa823): Haifa has 3 children: Youssef (8), Jourie (6) and Joan (6). Their house has been bombed and they are now displaced. (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-haifa-and-her-children-rebuild-their-lives) (#356 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Mohammed Zatr, Mahmoud Zatr (@mohammedzatr): Mohammed has been seriously injured from an airstrike, and his wife is also pregnant and worried for their unborn child. His brother Mahmoud’s wife gave birth to their first child outside of Gaza but Mahmoud has not even seen his first child because he is trapped in Gaza. His little brother Azzouz is seriously injured. Their financial situation is also dire and they are now in debt. (https://gofund.me/995e1b2a) (promoted by nabulsi, vetted and promoted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds)

Hadeel, Ali (@hadeelali111): Hadeel’s husband Ali has been injured in the foot. They have 2 children: Ayman and Yasser who are suffering from asthma and malnutrition. They are from northern Gaza but are now displaced and living in a tent. (https://gofund.me/c9ea31b8) (#216 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Majd Sweedan (@majdd-99sn): Majd is 25 years old. He has a motor disability. He has lost a huge part of his family and also his house. (https://gofund.me/c6baa568) (#364 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€35 raised of €50K goal)

Ibrahim Alhabil (@hema-1999): Ibrahim is from a family of 7. He is 25 years old and was studying accounting. He has 4 siblings: Mohammed (5), Mustafa (4), Rimas (14) and Lana (9).  (https://gofund.me/6348dd92) (#331 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Mohammed Nasseer (mohamednaser1995, @mohhnaser): Mohammed is 28 years old. He has a baby daughter who was born in the middle of this war. (https://gofund.me/40f22662) (shared by 90-ghost)

20 December

Ibrahim Alhabil (@ibrahimfamilys-1, @ibrahimfamily-1): Ibrahim is 27 years old and is an engineering student. Their house was bombed and 3 of his relatives were killed in that bombing. Ibrahim and his family of 12 is currently displaced in Deir al-Balah. His father suffers from severe back problems, while his mother needs surgery for kidney stones. (https://gofund.me/2080b8d1) (shared by @/90-ghost)

19 December

Hoda, Sobhi (@huda123sblog): Hoda is 20 years old and her husband Sobhi is 24 years old. They live with Sobhi’s family, which consists of 14 people. Their house has been bombed. They are now eating animal food because of the lack of food. Hoda couldn’t finish her studies because of a lack of money. She wishes to have children. (https://gofund.me/d98cb739) (#314 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€100 raised of €50K goal)

Mohamed Fayez, Ruba Fayez (@rubafayez, @mohamedfd): Mohamed’s family consists of his parents and hsi siblings. His father was severely injured in a bombing. (https://gofund.me/0f201517) (shared by 90-ghost) ($190 USD raised of $40K goal, fundraising since September)

Hamdi Ali (@abuyasin156): Hamdi and his wife have 4 children: Malak (20), Dareen (19), Youseef (15), and Yasin (7). Their house has been completely destroyed. They’ve managed to evacuate to Egypt but they are now allowed to work there. (https://gofund.me/1de8737b) (Vetted by association! Hamdi is a cousin of @/mohammedyasers (shared by 90-ghost))

Hadeel (@palestinianhadeel1, @hadeelfamyli): Hadeel 27 years old and she had a skin care company. She has lost her father, her husband, and her brother in this genocide. Her daughter Almas witnessed her father’s death and is severly traumatized. Hadeel also gave birth to a baby boy in November 2024. She is also taking care of 2 nieces, Samira and Najwa, who have been orphaned. Najwa and her sister Kanaria have recently been killed. (https://chuffed.org/project/113386-help-hadeels-family) (#5 on @/gaza-evacuation-funds list here, shared by 90-ghost)

18 Decembeer

Abeer Salem (@abeersalem): Abeer is 55 years old and have a daughter named Judy. They are from Gaza City but they have lost their home and they are now displaced in Al-Nuseirat. (https://gofund.me/8579cbff) (Vetted by association! Abeer Salem is the cousin of  Noha Ayyad @/helpnohafamilygaza (#78 on the Operation Olive Branch verified fundraiser list, shared by 90-ghost). Abeer is also a cousin of @/mohammedyasers (shared by 90-ghost)) (£501 raised of £40K goal)

Nour Al Madhoun, Momen Al Madhoun (@momenalmadhoun3, @nourfamily3, @momenalmadhoun1): Nour (30) and Momen (35) have 2 children: Ezzdeen (8) and Ameer (6). The Isralie forces only gave them 5 minutes to evacuate their home. They are from Northern Gaza but are now displaced in Deir el-Balah. (https://gofund.me/416f9e71) (#291 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€2,414 raised of €50K target, fundraising since April)

Mariam Ab Yossef (@fuzzysandwichchaos): Mariam has 7 children. Her child Mahmoud suffers from brain damage, congenital malformations of the urinary system and a blockage in the urethra. (https://gofund.me/e89a8593) (Vetted by association! This campaign has been vouched for by Sahar (@/a-ss-123, @/soperfectionbasement, @/strangekittengalaxy) (vetted by association, also see post here)) (£10 raised of £50K target)

Mohammed, Faisal (@babygentlemenmusic): Faisal’s brother Mohammed has a water truck and wants to help provide clean water and other basic necessities for the people around him. He is fundraising to keep the water truck operating and to keep it filled. (https://chuffed.org/project/117914-food-and-clean-water-for-displaced-people-in-central-gaza) (Vetted by association! This campaign has been vouched for by Sahar (@/a-ss-123, @/soperfectionbasement, @/strangekittengalaxy) (vetted by association, also see post here)) ($201 Raised of $200,000)

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📢 Help Rebuild Our Lives: A Family's Fight for Survival in Gaza❗🚨

🚨Urgent 😟👇🇵🇸🚨

Hello everyone!!

My name is Lena Khames, a 27-year-old wife to my husband, Mohammed, and a proud mother of three beautiful children: our daughter Yasmmen and our two sons, Ali and Adam.

We come from Al-Zahraa in the Gaza Strip. I have a diploma in e-commerce, but our once stable and hopeful life has been shattered by the devastation of war, leaving us struggling to rebuild.

Our world collapsed when a missile targeted our home, reducing it to rubble in an instant 💔. The home we had built with $40,000, a place where we had hoped to raise our children in peace, was completely destroyed. We have been left homeless, with nothing but memories of what we once had.

Our family has been forced to move repeatedly 💔due to the conflict. After being displaced from our home by military force to a supposedly "safe" area, we quickly learned there is no safe place in Gaza. Each time the danger intensified, we had to flee again, struggling to protect our children from the violence that surrounded us. Today, we live in a tent under unbearable conditions, without even the most basic necessities.

In one of the many attacks, my husband, already suffering from a previous injury, was seriously wounded in his leg 💔. He now requires continuous medical care and a special device to help him walk again. To make matters worse, my husband lost his brother Mahmoud in the conflict—his brother died in his arms while they were inspecting the ruins of our home. The emotional and physical pain has weighed heavily on him, and on all of us.

Adding to our burden, my husband also lost his car—the sole source of income for our family— 💔 which had cost him $20,000. This loss has left us without any means of financial support, making it nearly impossible to care for our children and ensure their safety.

How Your Donation Will Help Us 🙏:

We are seeking to raise €100,000 to help secure a temporary place for our family, as we are currently living in a tent and our children desperately need a safe and stable environment. The funds will also allow us to begin rebuilding our home, which was destroyed, and restore the stability and hope we once had. Additionally, we need urgent financial support for my husband’s medical treatment and travel to find safety and proper care, as we try to escape the ongoing nightmare of war and genocide that we are forced to endure.

👉 Donation Link: https://gofund.me/c17aa129

Please share, like and donate this campaign with your friends, family and colleagues to help us achieve our goals. I would appreciate your assistance. Any amount, even if small, will make a difference in providing assistance to my family in our hour of need.

Thank you for taking the time to read this message and consider making a difference in the lives of those affected by the ongoing crisis in Gaza

With gratitude,

Lina & Her Family

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