My name is Samah, and I am reaching out with an urgent plea on behalf of my family in Gaza. We are 28 in total, struggling to survive after our home was destroyed by an airstrike last October. Now, we live in a tent, constantly exposed to danger and fear.
Life has become incredibly difficult, especially for the 15 children who have lost the chance to go to school and live as children should. Our only wish is to live peacefully, to feel safe, and to experience joy once more.
In these dark times, hope feels distant. That’s why I’m asking for your help. Your support can bring safety and comfort to my family, reminding us that we are not alone, and that kindness still exists.
Please join us in this mission to restore hope and offer a brighter future for my family in Gaza. Thank you for your compassion and generosity.
@el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria
Hi. I don't usually do requests but I just can't help it. Okay so. Can you make a Immortal! Y/N x Death scenario where they spend their time on a flowery field and Muerte is helping Y/N make flower crowns for the both of them. OR! A scenario where they dance together (If you can add Team Friendship watching, that would be great lol).
There Was an Attempt:
Visit
[My stupid ass has been calling it a boat when there's a difference between it and a ship. Mothefucker. I also weaved some plot into this, but I tried to make it as quick as possible so it wouldn't get in the way of what anon wanted.]
"I can't believe we're heading to Far Far Away!" She squealed, jumping on the tips of her toes as she looked over the horizon of the already moving ship. The kingdom was already in sight from where they were, blurred from the slight fog that had settled. She turns to Muerte, who had chuckled at the excitement sparkling in her eyes, walking beside her and leaning against the railings of the ship and eyeing the waves that crashed against the side. The scent of the sea lingered in the air, and there were seagulls squawking overhead as they flew.
"Do you miss it?"
"Huh?" She turns to him, brow arched.
"Far Far Away. You were born there, right?"
"Yeah? …Did I tell you that?" She tilts her head to the side, also leaning on the railings beside him. He answered her question with a nod and she let out a breath of a laugh, clearly not remembering when that had happened at all.
"Well damn, I open up quick, don't I?"
"You do," he grinned. She pokes her tongue out at him, and he flicks her nose in response. "It's a surprise you don't have a therapist yet."
"It's not like I can just go in there and tell them I have a hundred years worth of pain and sadness I need to talk about," she grumbled, rubbing her nose with the flat of her fingers. "Also, you could have worn the suit? It would've helped in not creeping other people out." She eyed the rest of the passengers weirdly looking at them from the corners of their eyes, either with worry or a bit of concern as they passed.
"You just want to see me in it," he nudged her side.
"Maybe I do," she teased back, resting her arms against the railings.
"Well it's for special occasions only."
"Ah, so every day you have with me isn't considered a special occasion?" She places a hand on her chest, a faux look of hurt crossing her face. "You wound me, Muerte."
Rolling his eyes, he playfully shoved her sideways, a gasp escaping her before she shoved him back as hard as she could possibly do, only succeeding in swaying him from where he stood. He laughed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to his side, feeling her melt into him in defeat.
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"(Y/n)!" Perrito was the first to greet her, jumping from where he stood in excitement at the sight of them. They had agreed to meet somewhere in the woods (she thinks it was near some sort of swamp? She wasn’t sure, but she could smell the fresh mud from where they were.) But other than that, it was a beautiful place, the trees were tall and the leaves were thick, but not enough to cover the sunlight that made the place look even more alive. She could even see some sort of clearing near a river just behind the three.
"Perrito!" She ran past Muerte and towards the excited puppy awaiting her, letting him jump into her arms in a hug. She didn't stop there, however, also scooping the two cats up her arms, hearing let out groans of complaints as they were wrapped in a tight hug before finally succumbing to it.
"It's so nice to see you guys again," she grinned, carefully placing them down just as Muerte walked up to them.
Puss fixed his hat from his head, giving it a tilt as he grins up at her. "Well that's a welcome I could get used to,"
"Better than being scared the crap outta you, that's for sure." Kitty agreed, her gaze lifting up to Muerte who simply glared back at the cat.
(Y/n) looks up at Muerte with a curious brow arched, and he simply avoids her gaze as he crosses his arms over his chest with a huff, a simple hint of a smile on his lips.
"Old habits die hard," Muerte shrugged, though (Y/n) could tell he was more than amused at the way he had probably scared the crap out of Team Friendship from the amount of times he's visited.
"Oh! I prepared some food for all of us so we don't get hungry while we talk!" Perrito chimed in, turning around and walking to the clearing behind them. Kitty and Puss looked at one another with a shrug, then followed the puppy towards a cute picnic that he had apparently set up.
"I have sandwiches! Tuna fish, chicken, egg— you name it!"
"Thank you! " (Y/n) sits down on the grass accepting one sandwich that Perrito had handed her as Muerte goes and sits right beside her, feeling his leg bumping against her own as he settles down beside her, also curiously looking down at the picnic basket that would've been impossible for the Chihuahua to have brought all by himself.
To his surprise, Perrito also hands him a sandwich, and he takes it into his hands, watching (Y/n) peel the paper wrapper off her own before taking a bite.
"So why are you here instead of the usual creepy visit from Death?" Puss starts, earning a glare from the wolf just as he was about to take a bite off his own sandwich. (Y/n) had to cover her mouth as she snickered.
"I just wanted to visit Far Far Away after such a long time, also, I wanted to be here when we tell you the news."
Perrito gasped, "You're getting married?!"
"What?!" The two cats looked up at them with widened eyes, and even Muerte began to choke on his food, thumping his chest with the side of his fist as he coughed.
"No!" She retorts, letting Muerte lean into her as he regains himself. Kitty and Puss looked at her for answers, while Perrito let out a small 'aw' at the side but paid attention nonetheless. "It's about the thing we hired you for in the first place." She let her voice fall to a hush, even if she was sure that there was no one around for miles and miles on end. This was Far Far Away, after all, and any animal around could easily be a spy from any princess or even the Pied Piper himself.
"Oh, you mean the Fountain of Youth?" Puss chimed in, looking up at her and seeing the look of bewilderment in her face. Puss turns to Muerte, who lets out a sigh as (Y/n) turns to him in a silent question.
"What Fountain of Youth?" She asked, a hard gaze settled on the wolf. Kitty could sense the tension even right before Puss had spoken, grabbing onto Puss and Perrito’s wrist and tugging them away.
"We'll give you some space to talk," Kitty said, leading her boys away from the scene and back somewhere into the forest, she glanced at their disappearing form, Perrito giving a wave that eased the tension away just the slightest before she turned back to Muerte.
"Why are they looking for the Fountain of Youth?"
"They're not looking for it," Muerte starts, "The Fountain of Youth has long disappeared."
She stays silent, letting him explain what he needed to.
"That's one of the Fountain's specialties. It's like a living thing. It knows its magic can do more harm than good so it tries to find a way where no one could try and take a part of it."
The riddle echoes in her head. 'What you seek has once been sought, and when it has, the lines get crossed. So it seeks to find where others could not, to keep it safe and it's magic unfraught.'
"What does that have to do with me?"
Muerte looked into her eyes, then took a hold of her hand, letting his thumb trace against the back of her palm, eyeing the mark of The Fates' embedded to her skin.
"When the Fountain is found, it does its best to make sure it never does so again. So the only way it does that is to… change its form whenever someone manages to use its magic."
"It was the Fountain of Youth for over a millenia, which is why most people know of it as such. But it's also been the tree of immortality, the river of life, the elixir of immortality and so on. Constantly changing it's form and where it's located so no one would be able to use it because when they do—"
" —the lines get crossed, " she cuts him off, and he gives her hand a squeeze as he nodded his head. "You think I'm the new form of the Fountain?"
"'No one makes an immortal also indestructible, unless their blood is more than valuable." Muerte recites the last thing the Fates had said.
"But that doesn't make any sense? It's always been a tree or a fountain or something with water in them, right? Why would it think of being an actual human?" She tugs her hand away from his own, and pushing herself to her feet to pace, hear head stirring from all the information that she was taking in. "Also, I was born into this world, how do you explain that? How does the Fountain of Youth turn into a human that's been born by a human woman?"
"I don't know, " Muerte stands to his feet, calming her down by placing both his hands onto her shoulders and letting her look up at him. "And we might never actually know, seeing that we can't ask your mother. But it's what makes sense right now. The Fountain has always tried to make sure that any human would have difficulty in getting to it. And what's more difficult than trying to cut indestructible skin? " His hands trail down to her arms, tracing patterns against the soft flesh. "What's more difficult than killing a life just so you could prolong your own?"
"Not a lot of people would find that difficult, honestly," she sighed, leaning forward to rest her aching head against his chest, shutting her eyes in hopes it would help ease the pain, Muerte placing gentle pats on her head. "So if I'm the new form of the Fountain. What are you getting Team Friendship to do?"
She could hear Muerte snickering at the name, "If that is true, the only way to find out is to see if they can find Excalibur again. Jack Horner had used it, but there’s no doubt someone already found it and sold it for some quick gold. And if it's the only sword that can cut you… well, then we'll know. "
"Why would it be able to cut me?" She pulls apart from him and he takes her by the hand, leading her into a spot in the clearing he had spotted earlier with more flowers than usual, getting her to sit beside him in the grass as he continues.
"It was made to kill anything, and if I'm not mistaken, the reason why the Fountain of Youth had changed form to the river of life was because they had used some of its water in making the sword itself. It's mostly the reason why anyone who wields it is safe from death."
She processes that information, her fingers weaving through the petals of the flowers beneath them. Muerte watches her take the flowers in her hand, lightly plucking them, careful as to not bring too much damage to the stem when she does, placing some of them in her lap before beginning to weave them together.
Without thinking too much of it, he plucks some flowers off the ground too, handing it to her when the supply in her lap had run out.
"Are you alright?" He asks after a prolonged silence, and she sighed, not taking her eyes off the flowers she was weaving.
"Yeah," she breathes out. "It's just a lot of information to take in." She holds up the one she's managed to weave so far, it wasn't big enough to wrap around someone's head, and she turns to him, asking him to lean downward which he does so hesitantly, letting her measure how long she needed to make to be able to wrap it around his head.
"Are you really making me another flower crown?" He asks, still plucking out flowers for her when she asks for it.
"I'm making flower crowns for everyone," she grinned, "Then we can continue the picnic and actually get along with one another. "
Muerte huffs, rolling his eyes. He could see Team Friendship in the background, leaning against a tree and seeming to be watching them from afar.
He glanced down at the crown she was currently weaving, a grin tugging up his face.
"Don't you think it would be better if all of us were here? I mean, Team Friendship is right there, they could make their own flower crowns."
"That's a great idea!" She immediately hands him the unfinished flower crown, taking it into his hands carefully as she pushes herself up to her feet, brushing away the dirt on her legs before sprinting over to the three. He knew that Perrito would be the one to agree, and when that happens, Puss and Kitty wouldn't be able to say no to what the puppy wanted them to do.
And now he watches with amusement as (Y/n) drags the three towards where he sat.
She didn't even bother taking her previously started flower crown back, deciding on starting a new one so she could teach the three how to properly do it the way that Vida had taught her how to.
He followed in on her instructions sooner or later. It was better than doing nothing, after all. Besides, he wasn't just going to leave behind an unfinished flower crown.
It didn't take long before Puss and Kitty had finished making theirs, swapping with one another and even laughing as they realized that what they made were far too big and looped around their necks instead. Perrito had finished first and had his own sat directly at the top of his head, even faking an accent as he claimed to be the 'flower queen', Puss and Kitty curtseying before falling into fits of laughs and giggles.
(Y/n) turns away from the scene to Muerte, eyeing the still unfinished flower crown in his much too big hands.
"Here, let me help," she takes her hands into his own, helping him loop the stem around the other ones before plucking another flower up from the ground.
The sound of guitar strings being plucked made their heads turn to the right, seeing Puss sitting down from afar (Where he was sure Muerte couldn't grab him), playing a guitar in his arms, giving the both of them a knowing wink before continuing to play.
"Don't look at me like that," Puss huffed as Muerte glared daggers into him. "It was Perrito's idea!"
The wolf's glare only deepened, (Y/n) laughing in front of him as she continued to weave the flower crown he held.
"Ladies, please, let's just enjoy the music," Kitty shrugs, walking back to their group with the unfinished sandwiches in hand, handing them to (Y/n) and Muerte, leaning against (Y/n) before grinning up at her. "He knows how to hit someone in the head with that instrument as much as he knows how to play it."
The music abruptly stops, and the two laugh loudly at Puss' unamused glare. Muerte simply watches (Y/n) return to her focus on the crown, eventually taking it away from his own to securely tie it together. She lifts it up, and he lets out a slight huff, already knowing what she was going to do and ducking down to let her place it atop his head. It fit just enough for it not to squish his ears, and when he looked back down at her, she had placed her own on her head.
Puss was still playing the guitar in the background, sometimes humming out a melody as Perrito and Kitty swayed together, the puppy giggling whenever Kitty decided to playfully poke at his sides.
"They're a happy family, aren't they?" She mumbled under her breath, leaning her head against his shoulder as they watched the three from where they sat. "It's nice that they found each other, they're an unlikely bunch and yet here they are. Do you think they'll be sticking together until the end?"
Muerte chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "They made it this far, I doubt they'd think of losing one another now."
She melts into his warmth, not caring how Kitty and Perrito hooted at them to join them on the dance and even letting out a laugh as Puss tried so hard to hush the two.
"We'll stay here, thank you!" She yells back at Kitty.
"Okay, lovebirds!" The cat teased back, and she promptly rolled her eyes with a grin.
She could get used to this.
(Again, I'm making a lot of this shit up, so don't mind the Fountain of Youth changing forms or Excalibur being made differently from how it was actually done.)
"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
me when
this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye
Oooo I love your writing and I wanted to put in an ask, what about modern day reader and death watching clean TikTok’s? I’ve been obsessed with them and i just imagine both of them dead ass sitting on her bed watching some lady put way to many chemicals in her toilet, while reader says something along the lines of, “in my entire immortal life I have never seen someone use that many cleaning products”.
-orchrid anon
There Was an Attempt:
Distractions
[Modern Days! Honestly a bit excited for this but also: MC has probably seen Team Friendship die and probably requested to be with them right before Muerte takes their souls (despite not liking seeing the people she’s close to die. It would be a development for her and Muerte definitely asked her more than once if she was sure). Plus, I don't know how many lives Kitty has left, but she probably has to watch Puss and Perrito pass away too if she still has, like, 4 or 5 lives left. Kitty is the last friend MC has to bury.]
They were supposed to be cleaning. Just like they do every weekend.
Instead, the both of them were now laying on their shared bed, (Y/n) with her phone in hand and scrolling through videos of people cleaning their houses instead. It was supposed to be a one minute break. But the next thing she knew, she was trapped scrolling through the videos. Muerte even tried dragging her out of it before eventually giving in.
“Fine, one more minute,” he had said, putting away the vacuum cleaner and settling down beside (Y/n) on the bed so he could watch her for one minute and then they’ll go right back to work.
Stupid new devices and their ability to take their attention so easily away from anything.
Even Muerte didn’t know what time or how long they’d been laying down on the bed, the vacuum cleaner and the rest of their chores forgotten as (Y/n) holds up her phone, watching some lady in a video dumping way too much chemicals in her toilet.
“I have never seen someone use so many cleaning products on one toilet,” she grumbled. “And I’ve lived a long time. Isn’t that toxic? Won’t she die from using that many products?”
Muerte shrugged, mildly amused. “I guess we’ll see.” He turns to the clock on the wall, letting out a sigh and patting (Y/n)’s side to catch her attention. “Now come on, we need to finish before the sun sets.”
“Yeah, yeah, just one more video, please?”
Muerte sighs. “Fine.”
---
It wasn’t just one more video.
“I bet I could chug that.”
“(Y/n),” Muerte warns, his eyes squinting at her at the joke as she laughs.
“It was a joke, querido,” She feels Muerte’s tight grip on her waist loosen a bit, shaking his head as he leans his head against her own, watching her continue to scroll through the cleaning videos.
Eventually it turned into those fridge restocking videos.
“We need to get one of those,” She hummed, watching the lady put dividers into her fridge.
“No we don’t.”
“Yes we do. I’m going to order it online.”
“Estrella.”
“Muerteee,”
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Eventually, Muerte had decided to just snatch the phone away from her, tucking it in the back of his pockets.
“There, now can we please, get started?” He had his hands on his hips, eyes glaring at (Y/n) who had her bottom lip jutted out in that cute pout of hers, her hair already a mess from laying down in bed far too long.
“Fine,” she huffed, rolling onto her back and lifting her arms up at him. “Pull me up?”
Muerte rolls his eyes, grabbing onto both of her hands, about to pull her up when he was tugged into bed instead. (Y/n) falling into fits of giggles as he grabs onto her waist and pulls her out of the bed when she tries to escape, throwing her over his shoulder and walking out the room with a victorious huff.
“We’re finishing this!”
I had a dream about Death wolf and I started to ponder about some stuff.
So, general idea of this wolf's appearance was manifested because Puss was a cat (Cats are afraid of wolves due to their genetic code). And it made me wonder what this would be like if he were manifest as other animals as well as a human.
My first thought was, he would possibly be an albino with his signature eyes. Mayhaps a few scars around his body with a mix of any marking or sigils somewhere on his body.
The second is a hulking giant with a deep dark hair and darkened skin. Again with his signature eyes but add on black paint splash around his temple. Similar to his wolf face shadow or fur?? Chains wrapped around the waist and forearm.
This is a random thought after I had that dream. I'll write it down because I still don't know how to draw men.
Don’t fucking look away from Rafah, don’t look away, if you are willfully looking away then you should be ashamed of yourself.
Fuck the Met Gala, it means nothing but a distraction for those of you who are willingly looking away.
The Palestinians need our attention, they need our support, they need us to witness and remember and help when it is asked for and when we can.
All Eyes on Rafah, All Eyes on Palestine!