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messing around with human designs >:3
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Levitating
My name is Saja. Iâm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow â from her first smile to her first steps â surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment â a fragile, breathless moment â when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterâs life.
And even now â especially now â I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iâm Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: đ¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity đ¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources đ¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
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If you canât give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youâve never lived through war. But if youâve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them â then you understand more than you know.
I donât want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youâve read this far â thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itâs a lifeline.
I WROTE A FAE!!! Itâs not quite the same, but it is inspired by @.valrayne-faeu.
I donât live in Fae Lands, but Iâm not a stranger to supertitions surrounding mythological beings in the modern day and Iâve been places where people tell me doâs and donâts when entering a spiritual place⌠Thatâs to say, Iâm self-indulging as someone who gets flustered by that sort of stuff, writing a reader-insert being flustered by fae stuff hehe đ đ
Also Iâve been asking Llama a lot of questions to make sure itâs closer to the source > < thank u for helping me besfren
(Fae!Nightmare/F!Reader)
You were just a visitor. You were only meant to come and leave quickly. You never intended to meddle with the fae, but it seems they had other plans for you.
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Am I stupid right now? You think to yourself, as you trudge through the grass in between grand, tall trees, with so many leaves that it covered most of the sky.
You were a simple tourist, visiting the countryside, where you decided to take a nature trail. You read up on the brochures and asked the locals about the best (safe) nature trails, and all sources said Nosergh trail was a fairly pleasant one, perfect for beginners and casual travelers.
Of course, you also heard the superstitions that the surrounding the forest the trail takes you by. A lot of locals say the Nosergh forest is a place where the veil is thin and naturally, had lots of fae stories associated with it.
You made sure to go during daytime hours. You wouldnât call yourself a superstitious person, but hell if you arenât going to heed them, coming from a place with many superstitions yourself. You thought to yourself Ok, donât mess around in the forest, got it. Even if it didnât have the myths surrounding it, it was a good idea not to enter a foreign forest without a plan anyway.
You had both a phone and a free map you got from the information center back in the village, so you were confident. There were hundreds of reviews on this trail when you looked it up earlier, and youâve seen photos of families going through here. Realistically, there was little to worry as long as you stayed on the path.
There was a fork in the trail at one point. But you were sure the one that went to the right was one thatâd take you to the next village over, which would be a few hours worth of walking, so you took the other way, into the forest. It should only take you through the outskirts, and actually was a highlight of the trail.
You were sure youâd taken the right way, but the longer you walked, the less⌠obviously tread-on the path you took looked. The dirt path was getting smaller and smaller to the point where it only fit space for one person to tread on. The trees grew bigger, the leaves thicker, and you heard⌠sounds you didnât recognize.
You stopped early on, wondering if you mightâve taken the wrong path, especially since everything seemed more⌠nature than trail at that point. You looked both at the map and your phone to try to figure out where you were. But while you were sure youâd taken the right way, when you looked at the map, you canât figure out where on the trail youâre in, and worse, your phone couldnât get any signal.
And now here you are. You start to feel panic clawing in your chest, and you tried your best to swallow the feeling down. The mapâs stuck to your hand with how sweaty they are, your throat dry and your headâs pulsing while you turned around, looking at the path you came from.
It looks thin, much thinner than the one you followed into the forest. You start to doubt yourself- are you even on the path? Are you following an imaginary one that was really just the foliage making a weird pattern on the ground? There was so much growing on the floor that their leaves are tickling your ankles.
Right when you look down around your feet, you notice some mushrooms, growing in a peculiar but awfully familiar pattern.
A fairy ring.
âEep!â You yelp, jumping away from it like youâd just been electrocuted. âUm. Wow, they really are in a shape of a ring, haha,â
A part of you really was in awe, having only heard of them in stories. As a kid you thought how wonderful it must be to have these naturally occurring, in some far away place. Seeing them now with your real eyes made you feel a little like you were living a dream.
The rest of you however, starts to feel really anxious, your brain replaying the stories the locals told you: About people disappearing or being taken away, or about someone who offended the fae and paid the price for it. Whatâd happen if you had stepped in that thing? Were they going to be angry at you? You donât want to anger anyone, let alone mythological creatures that may or may not exist. When youâre standing in their alleged realm staring at one of the things closely associated with them, itâs hard not to let your mind think of all the different scenarios.
When you look at the time, you realize it was getting late, too. The sunâs still bright in the sky now, but if you clowned around in the woods, the sky would get dark quickly, no doubt. Also, itâs already starting to get cold.
Ok, calm down. If you stay calm, you can figure something out. Youâre fine. You just need to think. You tell yourself. You reach to the side of your backpack, taking out your water bottle and taking quick, âcalmingâ gulps.
âexcuse me, are you quite alright?â
The voice calling out to you makes you choke on your drink. You cough and hack the water out of your throat, tears stinging your eyes as you try to take a proper breath, clumsily putting the bottle back in your back.
âoh- i apologize. i didnât mean to startle you!â The voice is sonorous, soft, almost hypnotic. âi was only trying to see what you were doing,â
You slowly turn around after you wipe yourself off and tried to look a little more presentable, finally having a good look at the stranger.
The first thing you noticed about him is that heâs a skeleton. A skeleton with bones as dark as midnight, clad in what looks to be clothing fit for royalty. A cape draped over him from his shoulders, clipped with a moon emblem, making him look larger than he already was- wide chested and tall; Your eyes are right around his sternum. Various accessories made from various twisting woods and beautiful leaves decorated him, an ethereal crown of branches resting on top of his skull. One brilliant cyan eye stares at you with an intensity you canât describe, while the other was covered by a strange black substance.
You stood there, feeling well out of place in your casual wear and the backpack hanging off your shoulders. You donât even look like a local, let alone someone that belonged in an apparently enchanted forest. You look at him from the top of his beautiful crown down to his pointed shoes, then back at his face.
Thatâs. Thatâs 1000% a fae youâre looking at. Right?
Oh. Oh ok. The panicâs coming back with a vengeance. Do you remember the rules? You think you do. But not all of them. You canât remember the details right now.
âlet me start again. greetings. are you troubled, stranger?â
Heâs talking to you. Would it be bad if you told him you were lost? Would that make you more of a⌠target or something? Or do they not care about that?
Youâve been quiet too long. Say something!
âOh, um, yes, haha⌠Iâm just completely lost,â you answer honestly, laughing awkwardly.
âah, i see. you mustâve been trying to take the nature trail, werenât you? poor thing.â
âU-um⌠yeah! Thatâs right! UhâŚâ Would it be bad to acknowledge that youâre talking to a fae? Is it better to ignore that?
He stands there, relaxed, then tilts his head. âhm⌠you have a question on your mind, donât you? please, ask.â
âO-ok,â your voice wobbles. âAre you⌠are you fae?â
His eyes crinkle and he smiles⌠warmly at you?
âwhat do you think?â
You feel like shrinking in on yourself, and decide not to answer nor pursue the subject.
He laughs behind his hand. âthatâs fine. i was wondering what brought you through this trail, hm? has anything caught your fancy?â
Despite your apprehension, you donât see the harm in making small talk. Maybe it might be better for you, too.
âDefinitely! I live in the city, so when I get the chance to go, I love going somewhere with more green than smog. The air smells good, and thereâs no sounds of traffic around. Itâs just you, the wind, birds, some bugs. Thereâs so many pretty flowers just⌠growing everywhere, and the trees are huge. I love hearing the birds chirping and chattering every so often, it really puts you at ease,â
Youâre not lying. Even if you were scared of being surrounded by said huge trees at the moment, those are all the reasons you wanted to go on this nature trail in the first place.
âyou have an eye for the forest then,â he says, apparently pleased with your answer. âi too, adore these trees. they are ancient, and have stood here for centuries. if you stay very quiet and pay close attention, you can hear the forest speaking. listen,â
He urges you, and you do as he says, keeping still and focusing on your ears. After a few seconds, itâs as if the sounds of the bugs in the grass and the rustle of the leaves transform into voices, whispering to you. You couldnât decipher their words, and you feel a shiver run up your spine that you try your best to hide from the tall, dark stranger in front of you.
âThat is⌠interesting,â you say at length, wondering if it was something mystical or something else. âIâm very glad to have met you, but I think it will be late soon, and I should be heading home now,â
âbut of course.â He concurs, walking past you, âcome, i can show you the way back. cutting through the woods would be faster than going down this winding, confusing path.â
He steps off what little dirt path you were standing on, into the grass.
You narrow your eyes at it. You donât think you should follow him. You shouldnât trust a faeâs word, and heâs literally going off the path. But also, not all fae are malicious, right? Maybe he really wants to help, and if you trust someone to understand how to get around this forest, it would be the fae that thrive in it. But⌠but what if heâs taking you to somewhere spooky? You-
He turns around to face you, a teasing⌠impatient? Look on his face. âcome on. like you said, it will be dark soon, and if you went back the way you came, you wouldnât get out of this trail before sundown. itâs best you hurry.â
You bite your lip, and you can really feel how wet your hands become, and ignoring the storm in your mind, you step onto the grass over to where he stood. You know for a fact that whatever it is he was thinking, being polite is the choice youâre 100% sure about. Maybe heâll get you home. Maybe he wonât! Who knows!! Youâre fine with this, definitely!!!
You trail behind him pensively, without a plan of your own. You watch the ground for any suspicious looking mushrooms, and it felt like there were things that kept moving just out of your peripheral. You look to the stranger, and you arenât sure if his presence is comforting you or putting you on edge. Is it better to be accompanied by him in the quickly darkening forest, or to be alone? You canât tell what his motives were, whether he was tricking you or if this was a random act of kindness on his part.
And itâs still getting colder. You felt a breeze, the chill getting under your skin. You goosebump and shiver, your arms were shaking, and you try to rub them as best you can to keep warm.
He notices this and addresses you.
âyou look cold, my dear. here, let me help you,â
âOh, uhâŚâ
The skeleton shrugs off his grand, heavy cape, and offers it to you with an outstretched hand. Meanwhile, your mind became loud again. Would this count as a gift? Youâve heard that you should never accept a gift from a fae. But youâve also heard that refusing their gift would be considered very rude. Which of those applies now? What are you supposed to do? Ugh⌠You donât think youâre cut to live somewhere people deal with fae.
âwhatâs the matter? did the cold freeze you over already?â He jokes, âyou know, i canât keep my arm stretched all day.â
You decide to accept.
âO-oh, yes, of course!â You sputter, âthank you!â
⌠The fae blinks, his eye widening, and suddenly you have a feeling of dread washing over you, wondering what you mightâve done, andâŚ
Thank you.
Thank you.
You said âThank youâ to a fae. Thatâs considered rude.
âW-wait- I wasnât supposed to⌠I didnât mean to, Iâm so sorry!â
The faeâs bony brows raises higher on his face, his smile spreading. You arenât sure if itâs malicious or playful. Perhaps it was both.
Hold on- âSorryâ?!?!
âUh- Iâm not supposed to say sorry, am I?! Sorry! Ack-â you trip over yourself- god you were so confused and your head felt hot, âI mean! Iâm. Not sorry! I take it back! Wait. B-but how do I apologize to you, I?!â
Your ramblings were quickly cut off by a deep, rich laugh coming from the skeleton, his great chest convulsing with his force, his head thrown back. Itâs good you were cut off, you think, or else you might have dug yourself a deeper grave unknowingly.
âahahah- ah!â He howls, âoh, arenât you a cute one! itâs like watching a pup run in circles chasing its own tail,â
Your cheeks flush red, feeling like a fool at all your stumbles. What was the point of listening to all the localâs warnings if you were just going to trip over all of the rules? At least the fae found humor in that instead of experiencing murderous rage.
âitâs been so long. i donât think iâve met a human as entertaining as you are, my dear.â
âI um. Iâm deeply⌠truly not-sorry for what Iâve done,â you mutter. You knew there were other ways to âsay sorryâ, but right now, your mind was blank.
The fae chuckles. âthatâs alright. perhaps you will get better at it. i like you, so iâm willing to give you another chance. what was your name again? i didnât catch it earlier.â
âR-right, Iâm (Y/n)! I didnât-â
He makes another face, his grin turning into a smirk, and his cyan eye flashes brightly for a second.
âOh my god.â
Your stomach flips, and you feel your legs turn to jelly. You had willingly given your name to a fae that didnât even bother hiding his nature- so cheerily too! You were too eager to grab at any second chance he was willing to give you that you jumped on anything he asked of you. If the âthank youâ and âsorryâ were forgiven, it didnât matter now. He has your name. Even before you heard the locals talking about it, you were pretty sure giving them your name was the one thing everyone knew not to do.
â(y/n)... (y/n),â he repeats it, like he was testing it. Every time he said it, your body involuntarily shudders. âhm⌠i like it. it feels nice on my tongue. out of all the names i have, i think your name is my favorite.â
You groan, dejected, covering your face and sinking to the ground.
âI canât believe I did that,â
You know better. You think out of all the foreigners coming through here, you should be one of the more knowledgeable ones. You feel so ashamed of yourself. He must think you were pathetic and ignorant!
âThis must be the stupidest fae-human encounter in history,â
âyouâd be surprised, human.â
You peek from between your fingers.
âyou donât seem dull. far from it,â he grants, âyou donât come from around here, do you? in fact you donât look like you come from this land at all,â
You shake your head in response.
âlike i suspected. and for someone who isnât from here, you are surprisingly knowledgeable⌠you simply got flustered. at least you didnât throw caution to the wind like so many before you,â
You look at the ground while fiddling your fingers. You feel a bit better, if a bit perplexed at your situation. Sitting on the ground and being reassured by a fae was the last thing you expected when you set out for the nature trail today.
He chuckles. âwhat a nervous little thing you are! you tried so hard to adhere to our rules but stumbled over your own feet⌠i must say, itâs quite adorable. you neednât worry about offending me, dear- i donât take offense to honest mistakes.â
You perk up hopefully.
âR-really?â
âyes, really. you may call me night, sweet thing.â He introduces himself (a nickname, in all likelihood). He extends a hand to you, and helps you stand to your feet.
You feel a bit of relief wash over you.
âOh, than-... thatâs kind of you Night,â you say gratefully.
Night starts walking again, and this time you walk next to him. You look at the sun, starting to set now.
âDoes that mean youâre going to lead me to the nature trail now?â
âwhat? hah⌠hahahah!â He laughs again, âof course not. i will be taking you home with me now,â
âH-huh?â You stand there, still holding onto his cape mindlessly. He comes to you and takes it out of your hands, draping it over your back and clipping it on.
âB⌠but you said you could show me the way back,â
âitâs true, i do know the way back to the trail. i never promised to take you there,â he explains casually.
â... Oh,â you sounded simply. âBut, why are you taking me? Did I do something to upset you?â
âthe contrary, actually. youâre such a delight, and it helps that youâre a very pretty thing indeed,â gently, he takes you by the arm. âitâd be such a shame to leave a flustered creature like yourself to wander all alone in a dangerous place. itâs much better if i take you with me, where i can watch you and care for you,â
You blink in astoundment while Night pulled you forward.
âwalk with me, (y/n). i can show you that this is better for you. you might even enjoy yourself so much that youâll never want to leave.â
Dadster doodle
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