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129 days and 75 years 💔

"اللهم سندًا صالحًا تقيًّا نقيًّا لا يملُّ ولا يَميل"🤍

“O Allah, grant me a righteous, pious, and pure support—one who neither tires nor wavers.”

-1000 aura nakita ako ni ma'am umiyak sa hagdan, had to come up with some shitty ass excuse 😭

Be the ease in someone's hardship

"this secret is eating me alive"

Mine to Protect, Mine to Own

art from pinterest

yandere mafia classmate x reader

Nicolò Dellabarca had always been a mystery.

You weren’t close. You had only worked together on a class project once. He was efficient, quiet, and surprisingly attentive, but the partnership ended without much conversation.

Still, something always felt off about him.

He was cold with others but different around you. He never spoke unless necessary, yet his presence loomed over you like a shadow. Whenever you turned your head, you found his sharp blue eyes watching you, unreadable but focused.

At first, you ignored it.

Then, small things started happening.

One night, when you were leaving campus late, a stranger had followed you for a few blocks—until a black car pulled up, and the man suddenly disappeared. The next day, a few guys from your class who had been bothering you stopped showing up. And once, when you almost tripped on the stairs, Nicolò had been there, catching your arm before you even realized he was close.

"Careful."

His voice had been deep, steady. He had let go quickly, looking almost flustered.

You should have put the pieces together then.

But you didn’t—until the night you were taken.

It happened fast. A car pulled up. A group of men stepped out. Before you could scream, a hand covered your mouth.

You fought, kicking and struggling, but everything faded into darkness.

Your first thought upon waking was: This is too comfortable to be a basement.

A thick blanket covered you. A fireplace crackled nearby. The room smelled of expensive wood and something faintly floral.

For a second, you thought you were dreaming—until the door opened.

"Mom, what do you mean you have a surprise for me? It better not be another—"

The voice stopped.

You turned your head—and froze.

Nicolò.

His blue eyes went wide. His usual cold expression shattered, replaced by something you had never seen before: panic.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Mom..." His voice was sharp, but there was something almost desperate beneath it. "What did you do?"

From behind the door, a light, cheery voice replied.

"Oh, relax, sweetheart. I just helped you a little."

Nicolò let out a shaky breath. "This is not helping."

He turned back to you.

You met his gaze, your body rigid.

"...What the hell is going on?"

The door opened again, and a woman stepped inside.

She was beautiful—dark-haired, elegant, and radiating control. She held a glass of water and smiled at you as if you weren’t just kidnapped.

"You must be thirsty," she said, offering the glass.

You didn’t take it.

"Who are you?"

Her lips curled. "You can call me Isabella. I’m Nicolò’s mother."

Your stomach twisted.

"And why did your men kidnap me?"

She sighed as if this were a mild inconvenience. "Because my son is terrible at taking what he wants."

You turned to Nicolò, waiting for him to deny it.

He didn’t.

His fists clenched at his sides, his breathing shallow.

You took a slow step back. "You let this happen?"

"I—I didn’t know—" He cut himself off, rubbing his face. "Mamma, why would you do this?"

Isabella chuckled. "Oh, Nicolò, don’t be so dramatic. You were never going to make the first move, so I gave you a little push."

You scoffed. "Push?! You kidnapped me!"

Isabella tilted her head. "And yet, you’re perfectly safe, aren’t you?"

Your blood ran cold.

She stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. "Do you know how many people have been watching you? Waiting for you to be alone? Do you really think walking home alone at night was ever safe?"

You swallowed hard.

She smiled. "You needed to be taken, darling. If not by us, then by someone worse."

You clenched your fists. "That’s bullshit."

Nicolò finally spoke, his voice low. "It’s not."

Your chest tightened.

You turned to him, searching his face. "Then let me go."

His jaw clenched.

He didn’t answer.

Because you both knew the truth.

There was no leaving.

-

The Dellabarca estate was suffocatingly grand. Every hallway was lined with paintings, every door guarded.

And now, you were seated at an impossibly long dining table, facing the people who had stolen you.

Nicolò sat stiffly at the head of the table, shoulders tense. Across from him sat a man you had yet to meet.

Giovanni Dellabarca.

His father.

The room felt colder with him in it. His presence was overwhelming—calm, composed, and dangerous.

"So," Giovanni finally said, swirling his wine. "You have fire. I like that."

You set your fork down sharply. "I don’t care what you like."

Nicolò inhaled sharply beside you.

Giovanni smirked. "Feisty. Just like your mother, eh, Isabella?"

His wife chuckled. "Oh, absolutely. I see so much of myself in them."

Your stomach churned. "I am nothing like you."

Isabella smiled knowingly. "Oh, but you are." She leaned in slightly. "You think I wanted this life? That I chose it?"

You stilled.

"I hated Giovanni at first," she continued. "I fought, I screamed, I ran—but in the end, I understood."

She turned to her husband, her gaze softening. "Love in this world isn’t sweet. It’s fierce. It’s possession. And once you understand that..."

She looked back at you, her expression almost pitying.

"...it’s easier."

Your hands shook.

Giovanni exhaled, setting down his glass. "You’ll come around. She did."

Your skin burned with anger. "I am not her."

For a moment, Giovanni studied you.

Then—unexpectedly—he laughed.

Nicolò stiffened.

"You know," Giovanni mused, "when Isabella first entered my life, she hated me just as much as you hate my son now."

You clenched your fists. "Good."

His smirk didn’t falter.

"Yet, here we are."

Your blood ran cold.

Nicolò suddenly stood. "Enough."

Giovanni’s brow lifted. "Touched a nerve?"

Nicolò’s hands curled into fists. "They don’t need to hear this." His voice was sharp, controlled—but his eyes flickered with something desperate.

He turned to you, his voice lower. "Come on. I’ll take you back to your room."

You hesitated.

Then, without another word, you followed him out.

As soon as the door shut behind you, Nicolò let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his dark hair. His shoulders, always so rigid around his family, slumped slightly.

"Dio mio, that was a disaster."

You folded your arms. "That’s an understatement."

He turned to face you. For the first time since you woke up in this house, he looked directly at you—really looked at you. His piercing blue eyes, usually so cold, held something else now. Something desperate.

"...Are you okay?"

The words were so quiet, so gentle, they made your stomach twist.

You wanted to lash out. To scream at him. To tell him no, I am not okay, you psychotic bastard—your family kidnapped me!

But something about the way he was looking at you—like he was hurting just from seeing you upset—made your breath catch.

You clenched your fists. "...No. I’m not."

His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides like he wanted to punch a wall—or worse, like he wanted to hold you but didn’t know if he was allowed.

"You—" His voice caught. He exhaled through his nose, composing himself before trying again. "You don’t understand."

Your eyes narrowed. "Understand what, Nicolò? That you let your mother steal me? That I’m being held hostage in your house?"

His expression twisted.

Then, before you could react, he moved.

Fast.

He was in front of you in an instant, his large frame towering over yours. One of his hands slammed against the door beside your head, caging you in. The other reached for your wrist, wrapping around it—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that you couldn’t pull away.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

His eyes, those sharp, ice-blue eyes, burned into yours.

"You think I wanted this?" His voice was low, rough, almost shaking. "You think I wanted them to touch you? To take you before I could—before I—"

He cut himself off, his breath ragged.

You swallowed hard. "Before you what, Nicolò?"

His fingers twitched against your wrist.

His lips parted like he was going to answer—but he hesitated. His breathing was heavy, his jaw tight.

Then, quietly—so softly it sent a shiver down your spine—he whispered:

"Before I could make you mine."

Your stomach dropped.

His grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over your pulse. He could feel how fast your heart was racing. His expression darkened, something dangerously close to satisfaction flickering across his face.

"You don’t get it, cara mia." His voice was almost gentle now, a sick contrast to the possessiveness dripping from his words. "You were never safe outside. They were watching you. Waiting for an opportunity."

His free hand rose, his knuckles grazing your cheek.

"I was the only thing keeping you safe."

Your breath hitched.

His fingers trailed down to your jaw, tilting your chin up so you couldn’t look away.

"You hate me now," he murmured. "That’s fine. You can hate me all you want." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, slow, deliberate. "But you belong to me, whether you like it or not."

Your entire body tensed. "I belong to no one."

His expression flickered—hurt, frustration, something deeper—but it was gone in an instant. Instead, his lips curved into something that made your blood run cold.

A smirk.

"Say that again in a few months," he murmured, voice almost teasing. Almost sweet.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"We’ll see if you still believe that then."

And just like that, he let go.

You stumbled back, heart hammering, but he just straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders like nothing had happened.

His cold mask was back in place.

He turned away from you, walking toward the door.

"I’ll have someone bring you food," he said casually, as if he hadn’t just claimed you as his own. "Get some rest."

You gritted your teeth. "I’m not staying here."

Nicolò stopped.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Then, slowly, he turned his head to the side—just enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You don’t have a choice, amore."

And with that, he walked out, locking the door behind him.

This is inspirated by c.ai bot and it was made by @Strawberry_88

how i avoid spoilers in TikTok when i haven't played the hsr 3.2 main story quest yet (save me)

trynottospoiltheentirequestwhenitjustreleasedchallenge 💔

gonna binge read this ohohohohohoho, rubbing my hands together like a madman

[masterlist] sovereign's reign

Pairing: King Callixto × Reader Description: No matter how far you run, Callixto’s shadow follows. Freedom was never yours—only a fleeting dream before he claims you again. Warnings: Yandere | Manipulation | Coercion | Power Imbalance | Stalking | Obsessive Behavior | Emotional Manipulation | Mild Threats | Intimidation Update Schedule: Almost everyday. GMT+8. Note: This series will be turned into an eBook once completed. Please look forward to it!

Masterlist | Commission | Tip Jar | Dark Roast (eBook) | Sovereign's Reign (eBook) [coming soon!]

✧ Silent Servitude

You entered the palace as a servant, but Callixto had other plans. Beneath his grasp, you learn too late—your servitude was never to the crown, but to the king who refuses to let you go.

✧ In The Lion's Keep

You sought freedom, only to be trapped in Callixto’s grasp. Now, as the King hunts, you realize—you were never meant to escape.

✧ The Lion's Shadow

You built a quiet life, but Callixto’s shadow was never far behind. Now, a stranger’s gaze lingers too long, and you know—your past is closing in.

✧ The Lion's Claim | 01 • 02 • 03

After a fleeting taste of freedom, you are pulled back into a world where love is possession and power is a cage. Traded between kings, claimed but never freed—you were never meant to escape.

SIDE STORY

✾ Runes of Escape | one shot

Alicia swore to protect a missing queen-in-waiting, but now she’s hunted, caught in a kingdom’s tangled lies. With danger closing in, she must choose—fight for freedom or surrender to fate.

ONGOING SERIES | eBook COMING SOON

noirscript © 2025

Update on my one piece ship series!!

All of my main 4 bordered prints

Gon: wow I hope we can make enough money to buy this game and see my dad! Yorknew city is so cool and interesting! So much to learn! I love you all, you guys are my best friends forever!

kurapika's subplot:

The King’s Farewell

DANDADAN OP ["Otonoke" performed by Creepy Nuts]

MAY THIS LOVE KIDNAP ME. AMEEN.

“𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰u”

𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳⁣...

𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶", 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘰𝘥".

the whole world is silent right now.

there is almost no media coverage.

but we, as an ummah, cannot stay silent. gaza’s pain is our pain.

ya Allāh, shelter them from harm and grant them peace in the chaos. ease their burdens and heal their wounded hearts. feed their hungry, protect their children, and reunite their families. ya Rabb, turn this darkness into light, and make them victorious over their oppressors. آمین

Help a Family in Need💔

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Adam

Please donate & share: Donation Link

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faith unshaken.

"A Palestinian family in Tal al-Sultan camp, west of Rafah, decorates its tent in preparation for the month of Ramadan in order to preserve Ramadan customs and bring joy and happiness to the children to alleviate the effects of war." from Belal Khaled, 02/Mar/2024:

friend compelled me to make this after finishing ep.3

i'm gonna be delusional and say he thought of me like this. (only sees me as a friend 😔)

the art is scrumptious, breathtaking even. story? mid... (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

فَإِذَا بَلَغْنَ أَجَلَهُنَّ فَأَمْسِكُوهُنَّ بِمَعْرُوفٍ أَوْ فَارِقُوهُنَّ بِمَعْرُوفٍۢ وَأَشْهِدُوا۟ ذَوَىْ عَدْلٍۢ مِّنكُمْ وَأَقِيمُوا۟ ٱلشَّهَـٰدَةَ لِلَّهِ ۚ ذَٰلِكُمْ يُوعَظُ بِهِۦ مَن كَانَ يُؤْمِنُ بِٱللَّهِ وَٱلْيَوْمِ ٱلْـَٔاخِرِ ۚ وَمَن يَتَّقِ ٱللَّهَ يَجْعَل لَّهُۥ مَخْرَجًۭا ٢

وَيَرْزُقْهُ مِنْ حَيْثُ لَا يَحْتَسِبُ ۚ وَمَن يَتَوَكَّلْ عَلَى ٱللَّهِ فَهُوَ حَسْبُهُۥٓ ۚ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ بَـٰلِغُ أَمْرِهِۦ ۚ قَدْ جَعَلَ ٱللَّهُ لِكُلِّ شَىْءٍۢ قَدْرًۭا ٣

"And whoever fears Allah - He will make for him a way out, And will provide for him from where he does not expect. And whoever relies upon Allah - then He is sufficient for him." Surah 65:2-3

I think it's important when sitting with our hardships that we remember that Allah has made something difficult for a reason. Maybe you have a problem with falling into things that are haram, or perhaps you find yourself struggling with school or work. This dunya is a gift, but it is also a test. While life is difficult, and things can seem hard at times, it's important to lean back and rely on Allah for guidance and humility, and take joy in the things around you. The trials that you face are meant to give you reward, and are placed in your path as a way to shape your future and help guide you towards something greater than what you could ever imagine. Do not feel turned down by any hardship you face, as Allah is waiting for you to ask for help, so that He may be given permission to guide you.

i can't relate to this cuz he doesn't post nor give two shits about social media. JUST ONE FUCKING PICTURE IS ALL I WANT MAN

When you send her a grey sweatpants picture...

eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEE, it's dark, incredibly so. i'm the only one awake here. i'm already sleep deprived. but nooooooo, my brain and eyes can't seem to shut off. i have grad practice later, at 6am. but what am i doing? scrolling here at 12am. maybe, just MAYBE, a little more screentime doesn't hurt?

does it?

anyways, punpun is so incredibly real. literally me.

Oyasumi, Punpun

AAAAAAAAAA oh my gosh! this is why i thought mouthwashing looked so eerily similar! it was this! THIS! haha. might wanna say.. fly me to the moon...? okay, nevermind.

Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995-1996) / Mouthwashing (2024)

inspired by this post

تقول السيدة عائشة أم المؤمنين رضي الله عنها: "لما أنِسْتُ مِن رسولِ اللهِ ﷺ طِيبَ نفسٍ، قُلتُ: يا رسولَ اللهِ، ادعُ اللهَ لي، فقال: اللهمَّ اغفِرْ لعائشةَ ما تقدَّم مِن ذنبِها وما تأخَّر، وما أسرَّتْ وما أعلنتْ. فضحِكَتْ السيدة عائشةُ حتى سقَط رأسُها في حِجرِه مِن الضحِكِ، فقال: أيَسُرُّكِ دعائي؟ فقلتُ: وما لي لا يسُرُّني دعاؤُك؟ فقال: واللهِ إنَّها لَدُعائي لأمَّتي في كلِّ صلاةٍ"

Aisha, the Mother of the Believers (رضي الله عنها) said: When I sensed the Prophet’s ﷺ kindness and good spirit, I said, “Ya Messenger of Allah, supplicate to Allah for me.” So he said, “Ya Allah, forgive Aisha for her past and future sins, those committed in secret and in public.” Upon hearing this, I laughed so much that my head fell into his lap. He then said, “Does my supplication make you happy?” I replied, “How could it not make me happy?”

Then he said, “By Allah, this is the very supplication I make for my Ummah in every prayer.”

من المروءة التغافل عن عثرات الناس، وإشعارهم أنك لا تعلم لأحد منهم عثرة.

Part of nobility is overlooking people’s faults and making them feel as if you are unaware of any of their missteps.

ابن القيم | مدارج السالكين ط: عطاءات العلم (١٠٦/٣)

Voice kink go brr...

hehehehe, skipping both cas and anaxa for this little cutie! by that time, i'm guaranteed for lc, but the problem is—i need to grind as much as i can for the possibility of losing a 50/50 on her banner, absolutely need her for mydei ! ! !

Hyacine 🩷