🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
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Someone just book marked my Satosugu fic and wrote Geto simp. I don’t know if they were talking about me or themselves but they ain’t wrong
Okay so far for the Tarot card inspired set of fics I have four cards.
The Empress
The Moon
The Star
The High Priestess
Your first husband died peacefully in his sleep. You had nothing to do with it.
You did want his money but that was another matter!
He was on the verge of death anyway so getting into his pants (and pockets) was extremely easy. You made out like a bandit with most of his fortune. It set you up for life, you were thankfully done with old men and their money.
That was until you saw the detective that sauntered into your house. He was tall, toned and tan. Your mouth practically watered as he talked to you in a sweet tone, like you were truly in mourning for your husband.
“Suguru Geto.” He had introduced himself with a firm handshake.
You had practically melted into the floor.
Apparently your dead husband was in an embezzlement lawsuit before he passed so he came to investigate the house for evidence. You didn’t really care but you played the part of grieving widow all while subtly flirting with him.
He didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything. As he goes through the files you try to think of a way to get him to stay longer. Nothing comes to mind and he leaves you with a small pout on your lips.
Opening up your phone you click on the sugar baby app you frequented before getting married. What’s one more dead old man if you get to see that detective again?
we’re mooties now (ominous)……..
BLUUUUUE OMG i’m currently reading thru the things you’ve written and waow…. ur toooooo talented tell ur brain i said good job!!!!!! i seriously seriously can’t wait to read more abt hades!sugu eeeeeeeee!!!!!
n e ways don’t be surprised when u see me lingering teehee <3333
Hiiii! Thank you sooo much!! He has taken over my brain so I must spread my Hades!Suguru agenda!
And linger all you want! I don’t mind <3<3<3
let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook
Yandere! Cult leader Geto who dresses “Saint” Reader by himself everyday.
He can’t have anyone else touch you so he helps you in to the elaborate kimonos he has picked out for you. Every layer is smoothed out over your skin by his hands and no one else’s. His hands fashion your hair the way he wants it.
Your appearance is controlled for your own good.
The Greenhouse
Suguru Geto
Hades!Geto
Detective!Geto x Serial killer!Reader
Yandere!Geto
Satoru Gojo
Clan leader!Gojo
Nerdjo
Fanboy!Gojo
Little blue dress
Ryomen Sukuna
Demon!Sukuna
Yuki Tsukumo
Outlaw!Yuki
The Hanging Garden
Lavender
Pomegranate seeds- Hades!Geto x reader
Masterlist
Love magic and other things gone wrong - Geto x Witch!Reader
One-shot
Forget-me-nots
Labyrinth - Dionysus!Gojo x reader
One-shot
Dirty little Secret - Guitarist!Geto x Singer!reader x Fanboy!Gojo
Setlist
Poppies
Heaven is here- if you want it - Demon!Sukuna x reader
One-shot
Sunflowers
Cowboy Like Me - Outlaw!Yuki x reader
Part 1
Hi there,
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
With deep gratitude,
@nadinfamily
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