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Hello 🖐️I am Hani I am 38 years old and my wife Noor is 33 years old We lived the most beautiful years of my life, I gave birth to Abdullah, Saleh and Salma, my family was beautiful, I had a beauty salon, my craft was one of the most beautiful hobbies I have, but the occupation destroyed my source of income and my home, it destroyed my health as well, I was seriously injured in my foot that made me unable to provide the basic and secondary requirements of my children Every day the pain increases more and more🍉🥺

Abdullah 🧒is 12 years old, my eldest son. I was waiting for the moment when he would enter middle school. Unfortunately, his school was completely destroyed, but in the war he lost his hobby of playing football. But in the war we lost everything beautiful.🌿

Salma👩‍🦰, my daughter, is 10 years old. She is one of the most beautiful princesses👑, but my heart bleeds when she tells me why we, the children, are different from the world.🍉🌹🌹

Saleh 👶is 6 years old. He is the joke of the house. He has many talents. He loved his kindergarten very much. He would wait for the morning to play with his friends and practice his hobby in his kindergarten. I am afraid to tell him that his kindergarten was destroyed. It destroyed his childhood and his laughter.♥️🇵🇸💔

Even my wife was not spared from this war that is devastating my entire family🧒🧒👩‍🦰👶. I was pregnant for 9🤰 months and unfortunately my daughter died at birth, due to poor nutrition😪🥺 and unhealthy living conditions for her and our baby.

We lack basic human needs🙏🙏, no food, no electricity, no water. We have been poisoned and infected by the unsanitary water we drink.🌿🌹

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Please🙏🥺 help us by donating to stay alive and leave Gaza for my treatment, and to keep my wife and children safe from the war. Thank you for your kindness, compassion and generosity during this difficult time. With my sincere thanks and warm regards.

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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btw now is the best time to keep boycotting. the israeli economy has never been weaker. don't stop the protests or the demands for divestment. keep supporting organisations like the Hind Rajab Foundation and the Accountability Archive. ofc don't stop boosting and donating to Palestinians as Gaza is still uninhabitable.

enjoy this moment but the work has not ended

✨ Oracle of Stars is Back — and It’s Still the Worst Event in the Game

Hey lovelies. Buckle up, because the infamous Oracle of Stars event is making a return, and I cannot stress this enough: THIS IS A TRAP. Whether you’re a veteran who remembers the pain from last year or a new player tempted by the pretty art and soft ASMR, read this before you spend a single diamond.

🧨 What is Oracle of Stars?

Oracle of Stars is a gacha wheel event that first dropped in Feb 2024. It was instantly hated by much of the player base due to:

Absurd costs

No pity system

Terrible drop rates

A frustrating and predatory design that punishes unlucky players It’s back and unfortunately, nothing has improved.

🎡 How the Wheel Works

No more free spins: In the original release month, we got 1 free spin every 48 hours. That’s gone now. Zero free attempts. You pay for every single spin.

Each spin costs 100 diamonds, or 1,000 for a 10-spin.

What you can get: - A random 4★ Memory (with very low odds) - An accessory (cosmetic, very niche appeal) - Oracle Dice (used for shop redemptions)

Mechanics: - If you land on a Memory you don’t own, you get the full card. - Land on it again? You get shards to rank it up. - If you land on an accessory, it disappears and turns into a dice space for future spins.

💎 Redemption System and Costs

Didn’t get lucky? You’ll need to redeem with Oracle Dice. Here’s how that works:

Each 4★ memory in the shop costs 880 Oracle Dice.

At worst, that’s 17,600 diamonds if you had to spin until you reach that amount.

Even if you count the milestone rewards (which give you a few free dice here and there), you’re still looking at around 15,000+ diamonds to get just ONE 4★ memory.

Let’s say that again: 15,000–17,600 diamonds for a single 4★ with no pity or guarantee.

Accessories can also be redeemed with dice, but they show up in milestones too (up to the 150th spin), so if you really want them... still not worth it, honestly.

⚠️ DROP RATES: They’re Worse Than You Think

This is the real kicker. The drop rates are appalling:

4★ Memory: 0.33%

Accessory: 1%

Oracle Dice ×100: 4%

Oracle Dice ×50: 12%

Oracle Dice ×20: 15%

Oracle Dice ×10: 50%

Oracle Dice ×5: 15%

That means:

You have a 1 in 300 chance to get a 4★ Memory per spin.

Most of your spins will give you only 5–10 Oracle Dice, which isn’t even 1% of what you need to redeem the memory.

Accessories (at 1%) are also stupidly rare, and once you get one, it’s gone from the wheel and replaced with dice, reducing your chances even more.

🧠 Why Older Players Hate This Banner

Take it from someone who was there during the first Oracle of Stars:

You feel punished for bad luck. There is no mercy mechanic. No pity. No safety net.

No free spins make this inaccessible to F2P players entirely.

You can’t select the character or memory you want. It’s all RNG-based.

It’s deceptive. Beautiful card art and nice voice lines lure players in, but once you start spinning, it’s a massive diamond sink for nearly nothing.

We were begging for pity or better odds last time. The devs didn’t change a thing.

🗣️ Community Sentiment: It’s BAD

Quotes from across the fandom:

“No pity, no guarantee, no free attempts, can’t select a character… all for a random 4★. It’s a scam.”

“Don’t do it girlies. Stay strong. Save your dias for real banners.”

“As someone who got burned by this last year: DO. NOT. PULL.”

“Just read the story on YouTube. Don’t support this predatory design.”

And honestly? They’re right.

💡 What Should You Do Instead?

SAVE your diamonds. There are far better uses coming:

Myth reruns

New Myth releases

Upcoming Wedding Multi

Zayne: Master of Fate banner (coming soon and confirmed)

These banners have pity, guaranteed pulls, and a selection of characters. Oracle of Stars has none of that.

But is it worth gambling that much for a random 4★? Absolutely not.

Friendly reminder: This event is a SCAM. Please do NOT waste your hard-earned diamonds.

Save yourself the pain. Read the story online on YouTube. Wait for banners that respect your time and effort.

We’ve been here before. Don’t let history repeat itself. Stay strong, Hunters. 💔

We stan our positive king

TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE

Dragon!Sylus X F!Reader

Synopsis: you find out about Sylus' past, and open up with each other. Buried urges ressurface and your newfound relationship reaches new depths.

INCLUDES: reader with pathological anxiety and descriptions, kinda self-loathing Sylus, sexual content, kissing, making out, nipple teasing, oral sex (F! receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names. [Sylus goes into heat]

ATTENTION! This post contains mental health issues and sexual content. Do not proceed if it makes you uncomfortable or if you are underage. By going forward, you consent to seeing this.

TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE

You wake up screaming. That was the final piece of the story that had been plaguing you for months when you dreamed. Sylus's lifeless body laying in the fields of Tarus City, his body desintegrating like dust.

Sometimes, the dream was disconnected. You are not sure if the reality was you living with him in the abandoned chappel, remaining trapped your cell and your love visiting you under the night sky, or being used as bait for his demise.

It made you sick.

Messy white hair laid beside you on the enormous bed. Black silky sheets covered the rest of his body. The sight calmed you on many other nights, when he had no urgent business and could take a nap with you.

The silk made it too easy for you to drown on your thoughts and spiral into anxiety. You get up to drink some water and hopefully clear your head. Sylus' base was always chilly, especially now, and the floor tiles burned the soles of your feet as you make your way to his kitchen.

You fetch yourself a glass, feeling disconnected from the task as your brain was focused into something else. His horns, his wings, his heart. A body ceasing to exist before your very eyes.

No! Count five things you can see, three you can touch. Take long, deep breaths. Don't think about the dreams. Don't think about it don't think about itdon'tthink abo-

"Up so soon, sweetie?" A deep voice, with such noticeable difference to your own, shakes away your thoughts. Sylus is standing in the doorway, his robes ruffled because of his previous position on the bed. A lovely sight.

"Good morning?" You think of an excuse to be up. "I was thirsty." He analyzes the glass in your hand and relaxes slightly. "Hmm. Come back to bed then." His tall frame dissapears behind the door, but you continue standing there.

If you go back to bed now, your brain will eat you whole. The memories are still too fresh, too vivid, to grand you some solace. Sylus quickly realizes you are not behind him, and returns to the kitchen with an inquisitive gaze.

"Is something the matter?" The day's first rays of sunshine begin filling the room and setting in the decorations of the wall. Your problems seem so... maneagable when you are with him, your fears so small under the morning light.

"I saw you die." Despite being a master in hiding his emotions, after an entire existence fighting for survival, there is hurt in his eyes. You both walk towards each other in a desperate embrace. For how long did he have the same dreams, unable to share them with anyone?

You both stay there for a long time, the warmth of his body bringing great comfort. "I don't want to go back to bed. I feel like I'll go crazy if I do." You feel his pointy chin pressing a little harder into your shoulder when he nods. "Would you be interested in breakfast?"

"That sounds lovely." Both your figures separate, but before he could reach the kitchen cabinets you reach for his face. Your hands cradle Sylus' cheeks lovingly, and you peck him on the lips and the tip of his nose. "Before we begin, though, I will bring you a jacket. As much as I enjoy the sight, kitten, it's too cold to walk around in a camisole."

-

The following week was considerably better than that fatidic morning. Sylus seemed to be in a good mood (or as good as it can be in the N109 Zone), and the nighmares subsided.

Even if your sleeping schedules coudn't be further apart, and you had to travel back to Linkon because of a few Wanderer sightings, some aspects of your routines allowed you to see each other. And for a while, that was enough.

You notice something is off when, in a friday morning, Sylus does not message you before retrieving to his quarters. That was unusual, but not impossible. Maybe he was in the middle of a meeting, or a terribly urgent matter was at hand.

Even so, you spend the rest of the day waiting for a call that never arrived. Tara asked if everything was alright during lunch break (no it wasn't) and you said "just a tiring week."

With Linkon City bathed in golden hues, you try to call Sylus once. Twice. And then a third time, just to be sure. All attempts fell right into his voicemail until you decide enough is enough.

"Miss Hunter?" Luke inquired. You could hear the voice of the other twin right behind him, and something seemed terribly askew. "Is something the matter?" "Actually, there is. Did something happen to Sylus?"

Static. Silence. Static.

"No." The boy was a terrible liar, even after so many years working under Sylus' eye. "I am on my way. Stay put." Both of the bodyguards screamed at the same time, and there were unmistakeable "it's not necessary" and "he's fine" that falled on deaf years when you pulled the phone.

-

The travel to the N109 was starting to be pleasant. After a few months visiting Sylus and vice versa, both of these locations were familiar to you. Your lives were intertwined.

Luke and Kieran were exactly where you had seen them the last time, sitting on their favourite desk. When you had told them to stay put, it was certainly an eufemism, but it was too late to tell them now.

"Where is he?" Heads low, they pointed to the master bedroom above the stairs. Was he sick? Maybe his voice failed him, that's why there were no calls or voicemails (surely a written message would suffice) and the anger inside subsided.

Even a few dozens of meters away from the door, you can feel strong waves coming from Sylus' room. Heat, like the inside of an oven. Looking under the door, there were no light sorces coming from inside.

"Sylus?" You whisper. "Are you awake?" You finish your words with a light knock on the door. The carved wood opens with a swing in the blink of an eye, and your body is pulled inside the darkness by strong arms.

"What are you doing here?" The hoarse voice purrs. He rests his head atop of yours, and you can hear Sylus take a sniff out of your hair. "I should be the one asking questions, mister. Why didn't you reply to my texts?"

He seems elated with the interrogation. "Worried about me?" Both his arms hold your waist in a vice grip. Your eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness in his bedroom, and that is enough to start seeing the outline of an uncharacteristic mess.

Many pillows are on top of the bed, only rivaled by the covers that fight for the same space. Items and clothes are scattered across every meter of the floor, and some cabinets' door looked like were torn open.

"What the hell happened here? Are you sick?" His body is completely bare, save for black boxer briefs. There was no way he spend the entire day only wearing that. You touch his forehead and feel the scorching hot skin.

He groans in a way you never heard before.

"One question at a time, love." He pauses for a moment, his eyes shiny even without luminosity. "I apologise for not sending you texts about my... condition. And yes, you could say I am sick." That does not seem like an objective answer at all.

Your hand travels lower, to his cheek, and he nuzzles your palm with intensity. "Will you tell me what is bothering you? Or will I have to suffer through nightmares again?" That seems to snap him out of his trance.

"I would never hurt you on purpose, kitten." He lowers his head to inhale your neck, a sound akin to a purr leaving his throat. After a few seconds, he seems to muster the courage to look you in the eyes.

"I'm in... heat." The entire world drowns in silence. Maybe there is no world outside this room anymore. Sylus' dark pupils are completely overwhelming the blood color of his eyes. "What?" You mutter after a few seconds.

His laugh is beautiful. Hoarse. "Since you already know the truth about my nature, you should realize that there are some... setbacks." You don't reply right away as the puzzle pieces connect in your mind. Sylus sees this a rejection, though, since he steps away to the opposite corner of the room.

"I promise I will text you once this is all over. The twins will provide everything you need in the meanwhile." You had not rejected him, not really. It was just... a lot to find out in a very short timespan.

You gently approach him, his eyes downcast and sad. "What if the twins can't provide what I want? What I need?" Sylus' eyes shoot up with newfound verocity. "Do you really want to do this, kitten?"

Maybe actions do speak louder than words. If you can't tell him, you will show him. Your hands leave feather light touches in his neck and shoulders, working as the perfect leverage. He shivers in your hold, and you see the bulge in his briefs.

You bite his shoulder. Hard. Sylus gasps-screams in your hold and his toned legs give out for half a second. "You are really in for it now, kitten." That was the last time you heard his soft voice that day. Faster than you could blink, your body is thrown into the soft cushions of the bed and his hands are all over yours.

Sylus' tongue plays with your bottom lips before diving in. You are breathless as he explores every space you allow him to. His hips are moving against yours, looking for clothed friction. Your mouths separate so he can undress your upper body.

"I want you to tell me about this next time it happens." You try to remain lucid and tell him what you want to say, but that task gets considerably more dificult as your articles of clothing are disappearing one by one. He bites your shoulders and your tits as he makes his way down.

"As if you would want to spend the next few days with me in this state, kitten." He responds so matter-of-factly, a small furrow on his brow. What did he tought you were doing here then? That trail of tought is interrupted when the cold air of the room greets your bare pussy. "I will let you go when the time is right, but until then, I will take all you can give me."

Your underwear was soaked, and Sylus certainly did notice. He chose mercy upon you though, since he moved his mouth towards your core like a man starved. "Stay with me now." His lips and tongue made way from your hole to your clit, letting you positively drenched. Something about this felt more real, more intimate.

"What If I - hah-hnng! - want to stay?" His tongue massages you flat, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Why would you want that?" Sylus' hot breath was a perfect stimuli too, you found.

"Because I care about you? Even if dont do- oh - n't believe so." You were so close to your orgasm, and your partner seemed to have picked up the signs. The slurping and sucking were so loud, there was no way no one was hearing it. "Come on, love, make a mess on me."

How could such a request be denied? You make a mess on his face and Sylus guides you through the waves of pleasure all the while. While you recover, he gets rid of his cum-stain boxers (you were sure it was from the earlier bite) and aligns with your entrance.

"Can I go in, kitten?" You nod and feel the hot tip making its way it. You both groan as Sylus' dick finds its way in, filling you little by little. Both your sensitivities are heightened because of the release, making all the sensations almost too much. "You feel so - hah - good, love. I have needed you for so long."

He babbles something you can't quite distinguish when he bottoms out, but his sounds of pleasure are in a higher pitch than usual. Sylus waits a little before beggining to move, changing his attention to your breasts and erect nipples. His tongue does not stop when his hips begin to move, trying so hard to do everything at once.

Sylus' endurance truly is something to behold, but this did not seem to be the case today. His thrust were erratic since the beggining, and one unexpected orgasm suddenly overtook him. Even then, he continued trough hisses of overstimulation to give you your high.

"Hey." You coo. "There's no need to overdo it, you know? We will be here for the next few days, after all." When Sylus lifts his head, you see a hint of embarassment in his eyes. "We truly are doing this together, aren't we?" You nod, satisfied that he understood the message.

"Our souls are forever bound, my dragon. You won't ever get rid of me again." He holds your hand so gently inside his own so he can kiss your knuckles. "If that is the case, miss hunter, I will never let you go."

He starts moving again, and there is bliss.

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