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What Strength Really Means 💪

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

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“Treasured Memories…”

I listened to a lot of Evanescence while drawing this, especially “Going Under”. If you don’t know it yet, definitely give it a listen! 🫶✨

There will be a Satoru piece that goes with this as well!🤍

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You love annoying your boyfriend, Keigo—better known as Pro Hero Hawks, number two in the rankings. One of your favorite ways to get on his nerves—or, as he likes to put it, “tease” him—is when he’s out on patrol. You always wait until his shift’s just about over, then you strike.

You throw on your best wide-eyed, flustered look and squeal like some fangirl with an obsessive crush, loud enough for the whole city block to hear, “Oh my god, is that Pro Hero Hawks?!”

Then you start gushing. Loud. Profanities fly out of your mouth like confetti. Everyone turns to look—eyes wide, jaws slack—and you can already feel the heat of his stare. Keigo’s there in a flash, hand over your mouth, feathers wrapping tight around your waist as he lifts you off the ground.

He mutters through gritted teeth, “You’re insane,” while trying to avoid the incoming swarm of fangirls—blushing, breathless, and bursting into declarations of love.

And just as he’s lifting you higher, you mumble into his glove in your sweetest, sultriest voice, “Won’t you sign my tits, Pro Hero Hawks?”

He scoffs. Classic Keigo. “Yeah, yeah.”

You figured that’d be the end of it, like always—a quick getaway, some grumbling, maybe a feather-flick to the forehead. But not this time.

He’s flying fast. Too fast.

Before you know it, he’s landing hard on some random rooftop, hidden away from the street, pushing you up against a stone wall next to a rusted door that probably leads to nowhere. The air between you turns heavy. His golden eyes are sharp. Hungry.

He peels his gloves off with his teeth, one by one, still staring at you like he’s got something to prove. His hands slide under your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and lifting you like it’s nothing. Then he’s biting at your shirt, bunching it up in his mouth before holding the fabric in his hand—exposing just enough to make your breath hitch.

Then, in that cocky, ego-dripping voice of his, he says:

“Yeah, anything for my fans. I’ll sign ’em alright. Wanna use my mouth or my cum—your choice, angel.”

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"Dear future kids, fortunately I have met your mother. Unfortunately we will be embarrassing you daily."

Gojo Satoru laughed on the screen as he steadied the phone, and you were hanging off his arm. A bright smile on your lips.

Your youngest kid pressed the replay button.

"Dear future kids, fortunately I have met your mother. Unfortunately we will be embarrassing you daily."

He pressed it again after the video played all the way through.

"Dear future kids, fortunately I have met your mother. Unfortunately we will be embarrassing you daily."

Again-

"Stop that."

Your eldest snatched up the phone from his younger brother's grasp.

"H- hey! Give that back! Give that back to me!"

"Mom and dad died in Shibuya. So, no matter how many times you watch these stupid videos, they aren't coming back."

His little brother's lips quivered, "j- just give it back."

He looked down at him for a moment before heaving a sigh. And ever so slowly, he sat down next to him on the couch and held the phone up for the both of them.

The replay button was pressed again.