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Bby Ren

How do you get to wonderland?

Summary: You had thought that being hit by a truck was the prerequisite for getting isekai'd. So what the hell were you suddenly doing in the 80's in the middle of some hick-ass country town you couldn't find on a map. More importantly, where the fuck was your vape?

Part 1: you are here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Your legs burn, calf muscles shaking under the prolonged strain of running. Your lungs struggle to continue providing the oxygen you so desperately need but you refuse to stop, you can’t stop running. Those things had found you once more, and even as your back aches from skin split open and your vision blurs with the heavy flow of blood from an open forehead wound. Things are only worsened by the torrential stream of tears that you can’t manage to stop. Your pain, exhaustion and fear all compounding into a lethal cocktail that makes a big part of you just want to lay down and die. If you just gave up, then maybe your death would be quick. Undoubtedly painful and terrifying but still quick.

Would your family ever stop looking for you? Would they ever find out what had happened, find where you had been dragged to? A choked sob that you failed to push down escapes your throat at the thought, because not even you had any idea where you were. Wherever it was, you were in hell and you couldn’t stop moving for fear of dying. For fear of those creatures ripping you apart.  A branch snaps across your face, and you let out a curse as you try to ignore what feels like even more blood suddenly sliding down your numb and abused face.

In your sudden painful blindness, you completely miss the sloping hill ahead and in your desperate dash you come close to breaking your neck as you tumble down. Rocks and fleshy vines digging into your skin, as you spin like an out-of-control cheese wheel.

You reach the bottom a near broken pile of flesh and bone, sobbing in pain and frustration. Lying in the mud, you let the rain pour down on your skin as you awaited your death. The monsters would be catching up soon and you couldn’t say you cared to run anymore, not that you thought you physically could.

You waited and waited and yet, silence. Straining your ears, you waited to for the tell tale screeches to reach you. Nothing. Cautiously you pushed yourself up, forearms buckling under the weight of your muddy form as your eyes slowly scanned your surroundings, widening as you realised you weren’t in that awful place anymore. Gone were the horrific roots and dusty air, gone were the red skies and flashes of lighting, and most importantly gone were the monsters that had been hunting you down relentlessly.

Fingers clenching in the mud beneath you, you hunched in on yourself the tears streaming down your face changing in nature to that of relief.  A hysterical laughter built up and bubbled out of your throat as you flopped back down against the ground. So there you lay, laughing and crying until your sides protested. You aren’t sure how long you lie there, letting the cool rain splatter against your skin, washing off the mud and soothing the various cuts and injuries littering your skin.

Eventually, logic wins out as you force your shaky and lactic acid filled muscles to work, managing to force yourself into a wobbly walk. Along the way you manage to find a sturdy enough stick to use as a walking aid for your pathetically weak body. You have no clue where exactly you are but what you do know is that if you ever see another tree after escaping this goddamn forest then it will be far too soon.

Just as you are about to give up you spot a flicker of what appears to be car headlights cruising along ahead of you. Filled with a sudden mix of desperate hope and adrenaline you launch yourself into the fastest run you can, which is to say not very fast. But there seems to be at least one god somewhat on your side as you stumble like a baby deer out onto the road. The sound of brakes squealing furiously fills the air as the driver of the car attempts to prevent you from becoming roadkill. You don’t pay it much mind however, hands coming to thump down on the hood of the car as you make eye contact with a surprised teenager with some of the most ridiculously puffy hair you’d seen. His mouth moving in what you thought might be an alarmed shout was the last thing you saw before everything went black and you were hitting the ground like a sack of bricks.

emergency commissions (a...gain)

So, my life is kind of falling apart and I am not okay, financially or otherwise. 

My furnace is no longer functional and I am currently living in a house with no heat in the winter, in an area where it routinely gets down to the 10s/20s Fahrenheit at night. I am also attempting to declutter, clean and pack up my childhood home in anticipation of selling it and moving into an apartment in the next few months. I feel so overwhelmed and frustrated. There’s a lot of sudden, horrifying, impossibly scary financial and mental burdens and I’m trying to do everything I can to meet them.

I’ve applied for state assistance for my furnace, but I’m not sure if I’ll be eligible. I have also applied to a charity organization for the furnance issue, though they can only donate so much to each individual who applies. I hope at least one of these options comes through. 

What I am trying to focus on right now is these two burdens: 

$300 apartment holding fee due January 11th to make sure I can get into my new apartment in a few months (Total fee is $500 but I can use $200 left in my savings.)

At least $200 in anticipation of the massive electric bill I’m going to have at the end of the month because of having to use a space heater to warm up one room for long periods of time to keep me and my cat safe while I try to work and/or pack.

So! If you were interesting in commissioning something, now is the perfect time. I love all sorts of prompts for commissions. If there’s a character from a fandom I write for that isn’t on my list, please feel free to hit me up with a commission request, in some cases I may be able to write that character since commissions have less restrictions than regular requests. 

Commissions are open! I have commissions starting at $5 for headcanons and $10 for 500-word fics, or $30 for 2000 word fics, as well as prices & options for something in between or even longer. If you are interested in a commission, please DM me (through the message system, not the inbox, as it’s best for conversations) with info to get started! 

I also have a Ko-Fi if you aren’t interested in a commission and might be able to help out! 

Note: Due to the nature of these life emergencies, please expect a turnaround time for commissions to be at least 1-3 weeks, depending on the length of the commission and complexity. I can provide an estimated finish date once I know more info about your commission. 

Sorry to post about emergency commissions so soon after the last time. I never understood the idea of “When it rains, it pours” in any genuine way until the last few weeks.

Thanks for taking the time to read! \o/

Thank you for documenting my campaign from the following accounts:

@sar-soor @heba-20

@90-ghost @soon-palestine

@ibtisams @marnota @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @i-am-aprl @northgazaupdates @fallahifag @fairuzfan

I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, my wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, living with our little cat that we embrace among us.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

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Donate to Save Mohammad family and children to escape from the Gaza, organized by Mohammed Almanasra

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a fath… Mohammed Almanasra needs your support for Save Mohammad family and children t

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

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Hello,

My name is at the top of the list. Please donate and share my story 🙏. My old account has been closed, and I beg for your help in promoting

@communistchilchuck 🫶🇵🇸

@nabulsi

@sayruq

@communistchilchuck @90-ghost @sar-soor @fairuzfan @ibtisams @fallahifag @vakarians-babe @palipunk @palestinecharitycommissionsassoc @stil-lindigo @vakarian-shepard @northgazaupdates

@faggotfungus @ghost-and-a-half @three-croissants @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @magnus-rhymes-with-swagness @marnota @northgazaupdates

Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family

I need your kindess to support me in Gaza ❤️🙏‼️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #538)

Hi everyone,

I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

My home and my university were completely destroyed .

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️

I am a person whose dreams, life, and ambitions were stolen during the war. All I have left is the hope of escaping from here. Help me revive this hope ❤️🙏🙏

Chuffed

Save a Palestinian dental student and her family in Gaza

Hi, I'm Tristan from the Netherlands, running this campaign on behalf of Inge, who tells her story below:

Or here directly

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️

Inge Kassab.

Yandere Space Explorer X GN Reader PT 1

Concept: Yandere Space Explorer X GN Reader

Part One

Summary: Yandere Space Explorer crashes on an unknown planet. He's miserable until he meets you...

TW: Obsession, Possessiveness, Usual yandere behavior yk , brief mention of pregnancy

Words: 1.4K

-Yandere Space Explorer who gets stranded on a different planet. His aircraft crash landed in the middle of a thick canopy jungle. The gray communicator pad was damaged in the crash and his supplies are slowly dwindling. He’s sure that he’s gonna die on this foreign planet all alone. 

-His days are filled with endless sorrow and regret for taking on this mission. Of course, he understood the risks. He may never return, he could encounter a hostile entity, and so much more. However, he had always believed he would prevail and return home as a hero. 

-One night, he abandons his camp. There’s almost no food left and he’s struggling to find a reason to survive. It doesn’t help that he’s feeling paranoid lately. Almost as if there’s been a pair of eyes always watching him. He treks deeper into the canopy hoping to find something edible. The gigantic vegetation loomed over him with tangled tree vines tripping him at every turn.

-Shiny red berries call out to him in the corner of his eyes. They beckon him to have a small sample. Consumed by desperation, he stuffs the berries into his mouth. Bitterness explodes in his mouth but it’s not enough to stop him. He engulfs the berries like a pig eating feed. Red juice dyed his hands as continually shoves his mouth full. 

-A sharp pain hits him in the back of the head.

-Yandere Space Explorer who wakes up tied to a pole. His eyes take a moment to adjust as he studies his surroundings. It’s a modest wooden home decorated in ornate trinkets. There are potted plants everywhere with beads hung up on the wall. 

-Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he searches for his attacker. It feels like hours until a figure emerges from a doorway. 

-He examines the figure. They’re dressed in a green robe with a brown satchel tied around their waist. There’s nothing remarkable about them besides their bright pink eyecolor.The figure speaks to him but he can’t understand them. The words sound like eerie shrills to his ears. 

-Finally, the figure points to themself and repeats a single word multiple times. 

“Y/N”. 

-It takes a few moments for him to understand that they’re communicating their name. 

- “Orion” The space explorer says, pointing back to himself. 

-You nod in acknowledgement. He continually attempts to communicate but gives up. It’s clear that you don't quite understand his language. 

-For the next few days, you feed him odd fruits that taste sweet with a hinge of spiciness. You address the wound on his head and clean him up. Of course, he’s still tied up but beggars can’t complain. 

-Eventually, you do set him free. Yandere Space Explorer is cautious of you however you seem harmless enough. He’s spent the past few days studying your routine and habits.

-Your day consists mainly of foraging for food in the morning until noon.

-In the afternoon, you return to feed him and check up on him. After a bit, you leave to trek the jungle again. 

-During the evening, you come home to feed him a second time. You also spend the time preparing for tomorrow’s trip or relaxing. You'll make beaded items, sing small hymns or organize the small home.

-Not everyday is the same, sometimes you switch it up. However, you never forget to feed him. Yandere Space Explorer feels that you treat him something akin to a pet. When he’s good you reward him with some white flowers to eat, and when he displeases you, you sit in the corner and pout. 

-However, after he’s released, you allow him to join you on your daily adventure. Yandere Space Explorer writes in his journal every little action you do and your little quirks. He notices that you tend to stay clear of rectangular blue plants when foraging. You seem to point your nose in disgust when you see the plant. 

-Furthermore, he makes note of the cute little squeak you make when you find something that makes you happy. 

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-After four years on this planet (at least according to his calculations), Yandere Space Explorer had come to terms with living here. He really enjoys the simple life here with you. Go out, forage, come home then rinse and repeat. 

-At first, he thought he’d grow tired of it but never actually did. Each day offered something new and unique. You’ve shown him waterfalls that flow upwards, flowers that sing, and creatures that seem older than time. 

-His favorite part though was your attention. The way you clung to him and refused to let go. Sometimes you’d accidentally scratch him with your sharp nails. You’d fret over him since you learned how weak humans were. Hurriedly, you would kiss his wound to make him feel better. He indulged in your attention like it was a newfound drug. 

-He also made notes on everything about your species. Everyday, he closely monitored you then would scribble pages about new discoveries. Your species was stronger, faster and more resilient to pain. However, a downfall was the lack of awareness and naivety (Maybe that was exclusive to you though?) Compared to humans, your species also contained an odd trait where regardless of gender, it was possible to conceive a child. You attempted to explain the biology however your language couldn’t properly translate over. 

-You’ve made tremendous progress learning his language in four years though. Naturally, you’re no master however your intelligence amazes him. It took him a while to comprehend your language. There were so many tones or certain shrill sounds he couldn't replicate.  

- “Ri, look!” You called out. 

-He turned around to see you holding something behind your back. You were giddy and full of joy like a child on their birthday. You couldn’t stop shaking in excitement for what he assumed was his present. 

“Hm?” 

“I fix it for you! I help!” 

-You placed a worn out rectangular box in his hands. It was crudely held together with a thick leaf wrapped around it. Multiple wires sticking out. Faint glows of a purple crystal shone beneath the ill fitting top. For a moment, the space explorer was confused. He wasn’t sure what you were showing him. Still, he didn’t want you to be disappointed by his reaction. Orion leaned down and kissed your cheek. 

“Thank you, dear. I’ll keep your present safe.” 

“NO! Look! I fix!” 

-You grabbed the box from his hand and began to fiddle with it. The box whirred to life with the sounds of different frequencies screeching. He was still so confused until he heard voices on the box. This was his communicator pad that was damaged in the crash landing. 

-A while back, you’d grown curious about his origins . You constantly asked questions about why he was here, where his home was and his friends. Finally, he took you to the damaged aircraft. He showed you the inside and all the mechanics. 

-You ran around observing everything, as he stood by and explained it all to you. You let out little squeaks as you collected multiple objects. Orion enjoyed watching how excited you were about everything. 

-However, he had no idea that you kept his communication pad. Hell, he didn’t even know that you could fix it. You were always intelligent but he couldn’t imagine that you’d repair the thing. 

-Were you tired of him? Why did you fix it? Why were you trying to send him away? Had he done something wrong to displease you? 

“Now you go home!” You said proudly smiling. 

“Dear, I don’t understand? Why would I go home? I have you here with me.” 

“But friends miss you! They tell me.” 

“Won’t you be sad if I go home?”

“Little sad. But Ri should go home! Friends will be happy to see you. When plane crash, I watch you. I see you cry. You miss friends.” 

“Would you go with me?” 

“No, this is my home.” 

-You acted out the plane crashing and crying with hand motions. Orion was tempted to laugh but the situation was serious. You had somehow made contact with a Space Explorer team and they were arriving here. 

-He imagined a million different scenarios in his head. Perhaps they’d capture you and then lock you up to study. You’d be forced to complete tests and be stuck in isolation. Maybe they’d abuse you. A sweet creature like you could never handle that type of treatment.

-Or even worse…

-You’d grow attached to someone else and leave him. 

-Orion forced those thoughts down. He had to focus on the current situation. Time was of the essence to fix this problem. 

“Do you know when they’re coming, dear?” 

“In three days! I remember.” 

-You smiled proudly waiting for some type of praise. Orion gently kissed the top of your head and whispered compliments in your ear. 

-Three days would have to be enough time to prepare.

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heye every one.

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Even after the International Court's decision, the Israeli army continues to send stupid bombs at us without any warning. Help me and my husband to get out of this dilemma.

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