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I hope everyone donates and shares my story:
A call for help for my family in Gaza!!! All thanks and gratitude for your humanitarian stances with us, and we
To lose your family, your job, your home and everything you own in a second!!💔
Can you imagine yourself living in a tent that does not accommodate two people, you and everyone around you are close to each other, no privacy, no personal hygiene and you cannot provide your most basic rights?
That summer comes upon you and you endure a temperature that reaches melting inside a tent made of poor nylon that you cannot stand inside for more than two minutes? imagined this, ☀️🔥🥵
This is what we live and suffer, but for how long? No water, no electricity, life is very stressful, it has exhausted us,
We do not want a life like this, we want to survive, your help is what will save my life from all this, just please put yourself in my place and if you can feel me just help me by donating,
This is my only refuge,🙏
I have no choice but your support and sympathy, ❤️❤️
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I have not received any donations for days and my campaign is going very poorly. I ask you, as a favor and not an order, to donate to save my child and my family from the war.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #35 )
Dear, my name is Abdullah. I am 35 years old and the father of four children: Khalil, 7 years old, Fares, 5 years old, Bilal, 3 years old, and Aseel, 4 months old. It became fully operational after October 7. We lost our house because of the war. We are now displaced and displaced from somewhere else. I wish you help in getting out of Gaza. Please help me by donating or sharing the private link. with me
https://gofund.me/121ed5ab
Hello my dear friend!
I am Mohammed from Gaza🍉🇵🇸 My father passed away in 2018 I support my elderly mother and my little brothers
Asking for help is not easy, but I really need you. So I am asking for a small donation of $20 or $25 from each person.
I need your help if you can donate to save my life and the life of my family as we need a tent to protect my elderly mother and my little brothers from the rain. My link is in my bio
Help Ameer and his family 🍉🙏
My name is Ameer and I am 3 years old. My father’s name is Mohammad, my mother’s name is Rana, and my little brother’s name is Taim, who is two years old.
Six months ago, I used to go to the kindergarten and play and have a lot of fun.. and learn letters and numbers.. and play the kindergarten games. My life was very sweet.. and I had a very nice room in our house with my bed and toys.
On 12/1/2023, they bombed our house and we came out injured. My father broke his leg and my mother also broke her leg. I was shot in the back. My brother Taim was shot in the face and hands. We emerged from under the rubble, thank God.
But our house was destroyed and our whole life was destroyed. My toys were broken, my room and my bed were destroyed. And the kindergarten that I used to go to was destroyed and turned into ashes.
We left our house and went to live in the tent that my father had brought us. The tent was very disgusting. It had ants, cockroaches, and insects. We started getting sick and coughing every day. The sound of the missiles from above the tent was very terrifying and scared me and my brother Taim a lot.
My mother cries every day because she does not know how to make us food, because there is no food at all, and because there are no sanitary supplies for my brother Taim when he defecates.. and she is very afraid of the sound of the Jewish missiles and says that we will all die in the tent.
I want to ask you.. I want you to help me, my father, my mother, and my brother Taim.. We want to leave the Gaza Strip so that we can continue our lives.. so that I can return to the kindergarten that I left.. and so that my future and the future of my brother Taim are not lost. Our entry into Egypt cost us 20,000 US dollars.
Please help us and donate on this page, and I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life, which I have not yet begun.. Never forget me.
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The only thing I have left is my children
After losing everything and the people dearest to me, I didn't know what to do but think about saving my children's lives and getting them out of the war zone. Providing them with the simplest necessities of life. Please donate or share the link.
Magdy is a very diligent student. His life was regular and routine. Since the morning he was preparing to go to school with all his love and passion for studying and meeting his friends. He would come back from school, change his clothes, eat lunch, and rest a little. Then he starts writing his homework and reading his lessons, then he plays a little with his brothers, then he sits with his father in the evening. But his father has now been away from him since before the war, and he misses him very much. Majid has a cat that he loves very much and is very attached to. But the war turned his life upside down
Walid, 8 years old. He loves football very much and loves Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi. A year of his life has passed, and another year may pass due to the war. Walid hopes to return to his life, see his friends, and return to playing football and watching football matches. Please support Walid to return to his normal life.
Abdul Rahim is 7 years old. He loves drawing, coloring, and all kinds of arts. He always finds room in paintings to show his talent, and he also loves mathematical problems. He is a diligent and diligent student in school and a top student, but he has been out of school for a long time and no longer has any colors or sketchbook. He sees children dying around him every day, and he's so afraid he'll be next.
My daughter Amal, this little girl who turned one year old two months ago, this little girl who did not see her father because he traveled when she was forty days old, the little girl who did not live her childhood like other children in the world. In the world, Amal is always exposed to diseases due to immune deficiency and because of food and water contamination. Amal misses her father every day and grows up without seeing her father, all because of this war.
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Hello, I am from Gaza, specifically Rafah, and I was displaced from Rafah on Mawasi Khan Yunis due to the devastating war on the Gaza Strip. I am with my three-year-old son, my husband, and my family. We lost everything we owned in this war, our home, our work, our car, and everything. Nothing is left of ours. Even my father was martyred forty days ago. I need your support even more. Save my innocent child. Please help me and my little child. We are suffering a lot because of the war. I hope you will support me and stop with me 😭😭😭😭😭
https://gofund.me/6808b40c
Help me to save my family
https://gofund.me/363ae8ca
My name is Mahmoud, and today I am writing about my family
I’m husband and father of two children we evacuated at the beginning of the war. but my family is still suffering inside Gaza
My family was a beautiful, cheerful family that loved life and they love each other.
We have children are make fun and they the source of happiness for home
Until one day, the sounds of explosions overtook them. Days passed, and these days were very difficult for everyone in the family. Suddenly, my father fell ill, and it was determined that he was suffering with cancer, and needed surgery outside the Gaza Strip. But, because of the situation, he was unable to leave Gaza for treatment — eventually, due to lack of medical care and after suffering with his symptoms, he died. Five days after my father death, his children (my brothers- and sisters) were injured after their home was targeted. My brother suffered a double amputation of his feet and one hand, and his other siblings were injured as well, including a severe back injury.
https://gofund.me/363ae8ca
My family suffers under these difficult situation and they have been displaced several times in more than one place.
The money raised will go towards evacuation fees for my family of 16 members : 8 adults and 8 children. I hope everyone will help my family, and help them receive the urgent medical care they need.
https://gofund.me/363ae8ca
I hope everyone can help me 🙏
Since October 7th we have been living a nightmare that has destroyed our lives and shattered the dreams of our innocent children and deprived them of education, a safe place, food and treatment.. We want to help and save my family from death Gaza is a very dangerous place. On the living level.. Many of my family members have been killed I want to save the rest of them my children they are very tired because of skin diseases and lack of clean water and lack of basic daily necessities.. Our home and workplace have been destroyed.. This is the link it is my only hope to save my family.. I do not urge you to donate because you are free but I thank you for your support and generosity and for your prayers for us thank you very much....🇵🇸🍉❤️
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🖐🏻🖐🏻🖐🏻📢📢📍Looooook they are burning in the tent ⛺💔💔😭😭
📍Dear friends and compassionate souls🛑❤️🩹🍉
My name is hamza and the voice of my family, and I am reaching out to you during one of the most challenging times in my life. My family and I are currently living in Gaza, and the situation here has become increasingly dire. With winter approaching and the threat of further conflict looming, we find ourselves in urgent need of assistance to evacuate and find safety.
And today i will show you pictures before the war and after the war .
Please donate to us we are civilians and we want to live👉🏻. https://gofund.me/abf54bf1
We are a family of 7 , including my elderly parents and young children. The stress of our current living conditions—struggling to find shelter and basic necessities—is overwhelming. Every small donation can make a tremendous difference, providing us with the means to escape this situation and start anew.
💔💔 **Help Save My Little Sister** 💔💔
Dear friends and kind-hearted souls,❤️🤍
I am reaching out with a heavy heart to share the struggles of my little sister, who is bravely battling Mediterranean fever. This chronic illness has taken a tremendous toll on her young life, and the absence of necessary medicine makes each day a fight against overwhelming pain. 😢💔
She deserves a chance to live without fear of the next attack, to laugh and play like any child should. But without the right treatment, her health continues to decline, leaving our family feeling helpless and desperate. 😭💔
Every bit of support, whether emotional or financial, means the world to us. Your kindness can help us find the resources she desperately needs to manage her condition. Together, we can give her hope and the chance to enjoy life again. 🌈💪
Please 🥺 share our story, offer your prayers, or anything else you can do to help. Your compassion can make a difference in her life! 🙏💖
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 click here
Your generosity can bring hope and warmth❤️🩹 to our lives during this challenging time. Please consider supporting us in any way you can🙏🏻, whether through a donation 🙏🏻🙏🏻or by sharing our campaign with others.🔗📌📢
From the bottom of our 🥰💕, thank you for your compassion and support.❤️🩹📍
Hamza and my family
https://gofund.me/abf54bf1
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Save our daughter !!!
Due to water and air pollution, my little daughter, Misk, has been exposed to meningitis. We went to the hospital today, and unfortunately there is no medicine, which exposes my daughter to extreme danger.
Please save our little daughter, donate and share
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Dear everyone one 👋
I'm Hassan Madi , lam from Gaza , before 7nt of October l was have a perfect life , I was have a work , beautiful house, before 7nt of October I was build my family , I have married in second of October
After 7nt of October l lost everything my work , my home and more than one time l almost loss my life and my wife.
Now , me and my wife live in tent in south of gaza 💔
I am anew fundraiser please help me and share my link and reblog ,🙏🙏
https://gofund.me/1c7df49e
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Displacement Diaries [2]:
🚨Dangerous
The lack of hygiene supplies threatens my family’s life
![Displacement Diaries [2]:](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a57495e5335fe7a2e7b8e2551512cb22/7ed4865b936ea5c1-18/s500x750/61f8c112eae86903ab8c2f98e74379964c261e46.jpg)
The impact of war on hygiene and the spread of diseases: The war on Gaza has not only destroyed buildings and infrastructure but also targeted essential services that directly affect people’s lives, including clean water and sanitation systems. The Israeli occupation, by deliberately targeting these vital services, contributes to the increased spread of diseases and epidemics. The absence of basic hygiene supplies such as soap, disinfectants, and clean drinking water leads to an unhealthy environment, causing diseases to spread quickly, especially among children and the elderly. In this context, maintaining hygiene becomes nearly impossible in the absence of basic resources, exacerbating the humanitarian crisis.
My family’s suffering due to the lack of hygiene supplies: For my family, consisting of 11 members and currently living in a tent after repeated displacement, the severe shortage of hygiene supplies has made things more difficult. Both children and adults are at risk of diseases due to the inability to maintain daily cleanliness, especially as we are crowded into one small space. Even clean water has become limited, which adds to our suffering. Sadly, every time we try to meet our hygiene needs, we are faced with the harsh reality of exorbitant prices and a lack of essential supplies.
Our basic needs: Under these harsh conditions, our need for hygiene supplies such as soap, disinfectants, clean water, and sanitary products, as well as basic child care items like diapers and milk for my little son Omar, increases. Unfortunately, providing these items has become impossible given the skyrocketing prices and lack of aid, putting the health of all my family members at increasing risk day by day. Children, in particular, are highly vulnerable to skin diseases and epidemics due to the lack of a clean and healthy environment.
A call for help: In the face of this difficult humanitarian situation, we turn to kind-hearted people and anyone who has the ability to help to contribute to providing the necessary hygiene supplies for my family and other families suffering like us. Your donations will help protect the health of children, women, and the elderly who are facing the daily risk of disease. Saving a child's life could start with a bar of soap, and protecting a family from epidemics could be achieved by providing disinfectants or clean water. Do not let this plea go unanswered; every bit of help makes a big difference.
Notes:
We would like to draw your attention to our suffering due to the lack of hygiene supplies and clean water, as well as their high prices, which put the health of my family and other families at risk of diseases. Your support in providing these essential needs can help protect the lives of children and the elderly. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference. Thank you for your support.
The campaign is documented by @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein @90-ghost.
🚨Urgent Appeal🙏
I am a Palestinian woman from Khan Younis. I lost my home during the war, and today I am living in a simple tent with my three children. Life here is extremely difficult; we are suffering from a severe lack of safe shelter, food, and medical care.
My young children are experiencing health issues, particularly skin problems, due to the heat and harsh living conditions. My heart breaks when I see them suffering, and I cannot provide the necessary care for them.
My husband is away, trying to secure a livelihood for us, but he is facing significant challenges in life and maintaining our family despite the distance. We are striving to reunite our family, but the costs are high, and we do not have enough to meet our daily needs.
I appeal to your kind hearts and ask for your help in alleviating our suffering. Any contribution, no matter how small, will have a significant impact on our lives. I also kindly request that you share our story to protect my children and enable us to reunite with my husband once more.
Please, do not hesitate to lend a helping hand.
Hello,,
My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.
Beloved of my heart (Bakr)
Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.
My House before...
Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..
The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.
Our beautiful memories.. :(
We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.
Baker used to play with his dog.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
With deepest gratitude,
Ashraf & the Family
Hello my friend.
I hope that you are well.
My name is Alaa Jehad my age 35 years old, I have 3 children. My house was destroyed in Khan Yunis and I was displaced more than 9 times. I have no shelter, no food, no nourishment.
I need your help to provide food and shelter for my family.
Please donate to save my family from this brutal war.
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Amir is a young child suffering from a skin disease that spreads all over his body, caused by the harsh conditions he faces due to war and siege. The prevention of medicine and cleaning supplies, along with contaminated water, has led to the proliferation of skin diseases in him. Amir endures severe pain and constant health fears, and he is in urgent need of assistance and donations to receive the necessary healthcare and restore his health.
https://gofund.me/3ebf0c0f
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https://gofund.me/08e5ce0a
My name is Yasmin, a 28-year-old mother of three—Elin, Nasr, and Jameel.
I’m from Gaza, where every day is a struggle between hope and survival. Life was never easy, but we held on to the dream of building a safe and secure future for our children. After years of living in rented homes, we finally completed building our own house, a place we could call home.
But then, tragedy struck.
In the early days of the war, our home was bombed, leaving us with nothing—not even a single wall to return to. At the same time, I am battling cancer, and I had to leave with my children and family to the south of Gaza to continue my treatment. My husband, Mohammad, stayed behind in the north to care for his brother, whose leg was amputated and who needed his help.
For a month, Mohammad cared for his brother, but one day he went out to find food. That was the last time I heard from him. I’ve lost all communication since, and I don’t know if he has been captured or, God forbid, killed. The uncertainty is unbearable, and my children keep asking for their father.
Now, I find myself alone, trying to provide for my three young children while also continuing my cancer treatment. I am in desperate need of help to travel for further treatment and to support my children, who have already lost so much.
I am humbly asking for $5000 for myself and $2500 for each of my children, Elin, Nasr, and Jameel, so we can continue our fight for survival and rebuild our shattered lives.
https://gofund.me/08e5ce0a
Your support will give us a chance at life, hope, and a future. Please help us during this time of unimaginable hardship.
URGENT HELP 🚨
Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in Gaza Palestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are fighting death in northern Gaza and trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to fear, instability, and starvation, thirst, and poverty.
For 11 months until now, we have been struggling to get proper food after prices increased by 15 to 20 times, struggling to have clean water for use and drinking. We lacked security and stability as we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind.
I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. You can follow me to make sure I am not a scammer and to inquire about any details. Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference.
Please reblog my post, follow me and boost my posts, and repost the link to our campaign across all your social media.
My campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost , @northgazaupdates , @el-shab-hussein , and @nabulsi 's vetted list, line 205.
Thank you for standing by me ❤️.
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Please Help
Help my family in Gaza
My name is Mohammed Saqer, and just a short time ago, my family and i were living a life full of hope and stability in Gaza. We had worked hard for everything we had - multiple homes, a farm, and several successful businesses. Life was good, and we were building a future for ourselves. My brother, 24, recently married, and we were both proud of the lives we had built. But all of that changed in a heartbeat when the war began on October 7th.
This is my brother, Motaz Saqr, who had to undergo surgery in his stomach due to the pollution we are exposed to daily.
This is my house, before and after, in newly married and this was the house we were supposed to live in but the war happend and it turned into rubble since the war.
Since that day, everything we knew has been taken away from us. We were forced to flee our homes, leaving behind everything we had worked for . We lost our homes, our farm, and our businesses. Now, my family and i are constantly on the move, trying to find safety and shelter wherever we can. The fear we live with every day is unimaginable. We move from one camp another, never knowing when or where the next attack might come. My brother's children cry every night, scared of the loud explosions that seem to be getting closer with each passing day.
This is my brother's daughter, this is the condition we are living in during the war.
Every day is a struggle just to survive. Food, water, and medicine are scarce, and we never know if the next meal will come My wife, my brother, his wife, and their children are doing everything we can to stay strong, but it's getting harder by the day. We've lost so much, but the hardest part is the constant fear for our lives
We've already witnessed too much destruction, and we know the situation could get even worse.
We started this GoFundMe because we need help. We need funds not only to survive but also to try and escape Gaza before it's too late. We are asking for your support - anything you can give will make a huge difference in our lives. Your generosity could help provide food, clean water, and medical supplies, and it might even help us find a way out of this nightmare. Please, if you can, help us. Every donation brings us one step closer to safety and a chance at rebuilding our lives.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
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Drunken Acts, Silent Truths
Mualani x reader! In which:
You and Mualani have fun and get wasted at a party. In the end, you both did things you never would've if you were sober.
Contains a bit of lemon.
Alternative title: In the Back of Kinich's Car
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"Hey [Name]! Over here!" you heard your best friend yell from across the street. She stood beside Kinich's dark green SUV, swinging her arm fervently to get your attention. From the passenger seat you could see Kachina waving at you, smiling cutely like she always does.
Mirroring the little girl's expression, although yours is more like a grin, you ran towards your friends. Once there, Mualani engulfed you in a tight hug, surprising you.
"[Name]!"
Her hugging you is not a rare occasion, but you seemed to be unable to get used to this. A gentle heat graced your cheeks.
"Hey ya, Lani!"
"You ready to have the best time of your life? The party's going to be so lit! Come on, come on, get in," Mualani gushed as she urged you to get in the car, clearly very excited for what's to come. Her voice easily overpowered the quiet music that was playing. California girls, quite befitting of the occasion.
You greeted the others as you put on your seatbelt, including Ajaw, Kinich's pet lizard, which was currently resting on Kachina's lap.
"Hell yeah I am, we're gonna drink so much and play so many games, it'll be one hell of a time!" you chuckled, trying to match her energy and force down the butterflies in your stomach. Although his face wore the same blank expression, Kinich sighed upon hearing that.
"That sounds like so much fun," Kachina on the other hand giggled at your words. "I can't wait to be 18, then you can take me with you as well!"
"Of course! We can't wait for you to be 18 as well, then we can have girl nights and do lots and lots of fun stuff! But for now, you'll have to patient. On the bright side, today you get to hang out with Kinich, you don't know how many people would envy you for that!"
Indeed, Kinich was very popular. Back in highschool his locker always had one or two confession letters and Mualani, who already knew him at that time, even got some letters as well. They were all some kind of threat telling her to back off from Kinich, though. It got to a point where she even made a bingo with the most frequent contents she found in those letter, like a death threat or slut-shaming, and for every row of five he got in one single letter Kinich would have to buy her a small treat as compensation for "being too handsome." The way she worded it had always rubbed you the wrong way.
"I'm sure they wouldn't be if they actually got to know me. It would probably destroy whatever... Romantic lense they have projected onto me. I'm no prince charming," Kinich insisted as he steered the wheel with his right arm. His other was propped on the frame of the open window.
"No way man, I think they'd only fall harder. With how nice you are, whatever you do will be misinterpreted and feed into their handsome, mysterious, cold guy with a soft spot for them fantasies. It's all just confirmation bias and a bit of delusion, really," you snickered. It's not the first time you and the others have teased him about it, but even then, seeing him in denial about his situation will never stop being amusing. Especially Mualani likes to pick on him for that.
"You know, you could just get a significant other or at least pretend to have one, maybe then they'll stop trying to get with you. With that face of yours it wouldn't be surprising for you to have one too," the latter suggested, this time not even as a joke. And she wasn't really wrong, however the victim of popularity still dismissed the offer.
"They'd just start pestering me with questions about my supposed partner, not worth it."
"Well if you say so."
That's how the conversation ended and there was nothing awkward about the silence that ensued. Then Kachina pointed out the song just started to play.
"Mualani, [name]! Listen!"
It took the two of you a second, but when you realized you instantly turned to each other with the same stupid grin on your faces.
"Crank it up, pretty boy!" Mualani demanded, earning herself a laugh from Kachina and, although she didnt notice, a complicated look from you. As always, Kinich was the only one to notice. You saw him looking at you from the rear view mirror as he turned up the volume. You shook your head softly, indicating that you're fine. The probability that he knows about your crush is at about 85%, according to your calculations.
You were still contemplating, for the thousandth time, if she likes him that way, but you were interrupted by the reason why you were even sulking in the first place. She pulled you towards her by the waist and held an imaginary microphone to your mouth. With a small smile, you had the honour of starting the song.
"You, change your mind~"
"Like a girl, changes clothes~" Mualani followed up, pointing the microphone towards herself.
"Yeah you, PMS~"
"Like a bitch!" the youngest chimed in, causing Kinich to stare at you through the mirror once more, since you were the one who introduced her to the song. If you didn't know him so well, you wouldn't have known that he was glaring at you, hard.
"I would know~" you carried on anyways, averting your eyes and pretending you didn't see.
"That you're no good for me!~" the other two girls sang in unison, getting louder as they approach the last notes of the line.
For the rest of the ride the three of you continued singing. It was as if the party had already started, but then again, it's always like a party when you're with your friends. Eventually, you did arrive at the actual destination though, a bit to your disappointment. You were just getting to the good parts of Call Me Maybe.
"Bye Kachina, bye Kinich!" Mualani, already out of the car, kissed Kachina on the forehead and waved goodbye.
"Have fun hanging out you two!" you bid your goodbyes as well. Kachina got a head rub from you and Kinich a fist bump.
"You too, Mualani and [name]!"
"Keep your drinks within eye sight and always stick together. I'll pick you up at nine."
"We will! Besides, Mavuika will be sober, so don't worry."
Kinich hummed at that, comforted by that and drove off with the SUV, leaving the two of you at the entrance of a big mansion from which bright lights emitted. It was barely 5pm and the sun hadn't set yet, how bright would it be later? Putting the question aside, you went up the stairs to the front door and ringed the doorbell.
Not long after the host of the party Mavuika, she's kind of a local celebrity, opened the door and greeted you with great passion.
"Ah, Mualani, you're here! Very punctual, the party hasn't even started." She looked at you with her blindingly bright eyes and you were a bit entranced. Although they were all red, Mualani's were darker, more desaturated and the upper half of her eyes were this calming blue. Ironically, while picturing her eyes in your head you failed to notice her eyes in the present, looking at you with a peculiar glint in them.
"Is she your plus one?" she asked, looking at you.
"Yeah! This is [name], my best friend!" she introduced you, grabbing and trapping your arm between her own and the side of her body. Your forearm touched her exposed stomach. The skin there was warmer than your arm's, but it can't be warmer than your cheeks in that moment, that you were sure of.
Mavuika suddenly seemed to understand something, causing a smirk to appear on her face. She nodded at you and extended her hand for you to shake.
"Nice to meet you [name]. You have a fine friend here, do make sure to keep her close, yes?"
Naturally, you were puzzled by her advice as you shook her hand, even more so when she winked at Mualani and got a look of what seemed like gratitude in return. What's going on between them? No matter though, because you were already being dragged into the house by your crush. One look was enough to confirm how rich the radiant woman was, but not in a stereotypical rich person way.
The entrance hall was half the size of your apartment, with walls decorated by colorful grafittis and precious looking relics. There's no doubt that they must be worth quite a lot, but no one ever stole any of them, as easy as it would be. They all respected her too much to do so, in fact, it's harder to not respect her.
"So, what do you want to do first? We could play beer pong, hit the dance floor, ooh you wanna wipe the food court clean?" your best friend asked, her gaze directed towards yours.
"How about Mario Kart? Let's play to our heart's content before the others come and hog it," looking right back, you answered. Having reached a mutual conclusion, you followed Mualani upstairs to the gaming room where the video games are. All the while she let go of your arm and shifted to hold your hand instead, intertwined your fingers. "So that you won't get lost," she explained, even though you only walked past six of the only other thirty something people in this gigantic house.
Once you got to the gaming room, this time twice the size of your living room, Mualani officially let go of your hand, to your disappointment. But you didn't dwell on that for long, as your thoughts were soon occupied with strategy, frustration and when to throw the shell. Preferably it should be at a point in time where receiving such an attack would be the most devastating and spirit breaking for the enemy. Such is the cruel nature of Mario Kart, where any personal connections and sense of fun doesn't matter anymore.
Over time, the party started to increase in people and you had to give up the consol. However you took a pack of uno from Mavuika's board games collection, wanting to play it now because you probably won't be sober enough to do so later. Speaking of being drunk, you both got a cup of the alcoholic punch that was being served.
Mualani easily managed to rope in three more players and the games began. Like Mario Kart, although not as brutal, Uno brought out quite a lot of rage and dispair from the depths of your hearts, for you were playing with the "pulling until you have a usable card" rule, which has led to one or two breakdowns. That's less than you expected.
"HA! UNO, LOSERS! YEAH SUCK ON THAT," one of the players hollered, giving you all the one finger salute and doing what seemed to be a victory dance.
"NO THE FUCK YOH DIDN'T, YOU PLAYED A SIX BUT THE CARD BELOW WAS A NINE, FUCKING CRETIN!" another player yelled. It was clear they both had too much to drink.
"AGAIN, NO ONE WON THIS ROUND, WE'LL GO AGAIN!" you protested at the top of your lungs. That would make three drunk people. Next to you, Mualani was laughing hysterically at the state you were in. It's her third cup already and she's only a bit tipsy, but you already had 5 cups and well, the results were evident.
And it went on like this for the next three hours. You played all sorts of things, such as partner beer pong, where Mualani displayed her excellent fine motor skills despite her by then half drunken state. In the end your team won and you very platonically kissed her on the mouth to express your happiness at the victory.
Next up was never have I ever, played in a circle on the ground. That day, some of your more embarrassing secrets became known to many more people other than the only three who knew it before. At some point some guy also started hitting on you, but thankfully Mualani fended him off. After that incident she's been walking even closer to you, like some sort of bodyguard.
When Kinich eventually came to pick you up he found you on a couch, tangled together and only halfway conscious, much to his concern.
"Don't worry, I made sure that everyone was safe. They only had harmless fun the whole evening," Mavuika assured him as she walked up to you three.
"Thank you, and sorry for any trouble they might've caused," your chauffeur dipped his head in gratitude.
"Nonsense, this is my responsibility as the party host."
She then helped Kinich to bring the two of you inside the car, each with one arm slung around their neck, respectively. You all said your goodbyes, well the drunk ones tried but only managed to get out jibberish, and parted ways. Kinich turned off the music so you would sleep soundly on the way home. However the two of you didn't plan on sleeping.
Throughout the day, no, throughout the majority of the time you've known her, you've always been restricting yourself. All of the repressed desires were getting harder to control with the alcohol in your system.
At first you were just staring into her pretty red eyes, but then her put a hand onto your thigh and clicked off both your seatbelts.
"Put on your seatbelts," Kinich ordered, briefly glancing at the backseat. None of you complied. Instead, you slipped your hands up her shirt, roaming around, getting a feel of her skin. She rubbed your thigh a little, her hand slipping further upwards and the other pushed you down to lay on the cushioned seats.
"You alright back there?" Kinich asked somewhat worriedly, not noticing your arm that disappeared behind the soft fabric of Mualani's top. Ajaw, now on Kinich's shoulder as usual, blinked slowly and looked away, turning into the color of Kinich's shirt and hair, camouflaging himself.
You didn't even notice Kinich's voice. In fact, you couldn't hear anything but the rhythmic throbbing in your veins, see anything but her beautiful face, feel anything but her gentle touch, getting shocked by a tiny wave of electricity every time her finger tips connected with your skin.
She too seemed too engrossed in you to take note of the boy at the front who's getting more anxious by the second.
"Mualani? [Name]?" he tried again, but to no avail. That's when he noticed it though. The sight of you exploring each other. For a few seconds he was speechless, but it quickly became slight annoyance.
"Cut it out you two, you can make out when you get back home," he chided with a slight glare, but you still hear nothing. Quietly, he muttered something under his breath about being glad he sent Kachina home first. At this point he has accepted that you won't respond to him no matter what, so instead he opted to turn the music up to at least not hear... Well, you know. Very fittingly though, the song playing then was Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys.
While Kinich was despairing in the front, the two in the back were enjoying the ride more and more. You were now kissing like there's no tomorrow. Mualani's tongue slips into your mouth and you let it, pressing against it with your own. She's got her hand in your shorts, kneading the flesh of your behind, you've got you hand under her bra, fondling with her breast.
You both pulled away to get some air and stared at each other deeply. There was a weird taste in your mouth, but that too you didn't register. Instead you were focused on the half blue half red sapphires just a couple of centimeters before you.
Futilely, you tried to say a simple "pretty," but all that came out was an incoherent babble. You were... Amazed by how beautiful she was, even with her messy hair, smeared lipstick and almost no light for you too see her.
Fueled with a new animalistic desire, you pulled her down against your lips again. This time you were the one to visit her mouth and she complied. She tasted like alcohol. Like your own mouth, actually. You tasted the same.
"Mm-!" you moaned into the kiss. She had just found your most private parts.
Hearing that, she chuckled breathily, parting your lips once more. She played a bit more with the same spot, eliciting an erotic and pretty vocal reaction. Not feeling satisfied yet, she hooked her pointer fingers at the waistband of your shorts.
"Alright, that's enoug, my car is not a motel," Kinich hastily said, already opening the door on Mualani's side of the car. Despite her weak protests, he dragged her towards your house, actually half piggybacking her, and opened the door with the keys he got from you beforehand. The muscles he had built up from all the sports he did finally got put to good use.
He even carried her, and later you, all the way to the bedroom, thinking it would be more comfortable no matter if you two decide to sleep or fuck. Leaving your drunk and horny friends alone in a house, on the same bed even, might seem like an irresponsible action, but really, he had no idea what else he could do. The two of you have always looked at each other funnily anyways.
Before he went home himself, he poured two glasses of water and put it on the nightstand but when brought the glasses from the kitchen you were already back at it, hence why he left as soon as possible.
That's how you woke up next morning, naked and pressed up against Mualani's warm, also naked body. It seemed like you really needed to have a serious talk about your friendship. Oddly enough though, you were looking forward to it.
Ok if people don't know,recently there was an artist on twt who draws genshin characters in the summer odyssey art style,and got attacked when they drew mualani with her maracas,and then got even more attacked when they redrew the art and got rid of the maracas
And like. Man I dont even gaf abt the boycott rn,the artist was just trying to draw a game character?? The maracas,unlike what all those crazy people think,didn't come from any racial standpoint,the artist was legit just drawing mualani according to what they saw in game
Even IF they did draw it in a racial standpoint(which they didnt),they redrew it with something else that isn't the maracas and still got attacked?
Like boycottors complain abt no one boycotting and then turn and does shit like this? You gave yourself the bad rep.
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Lost in gentle waves
Mualani x reader! In which:
You're struggling to fall asleep, so Mualani sings you a lullaby.
Word count; 640 words 3,449 characte
In a dark room, dimly lit only by the moonlight cascading through the open window, the two of you were nestled in your shared bed. It was warm, cozy and soft and your eyes were closed but you just can't seem to sleep. Your brain is still running and you've tried to turn it off but failed miserably. So you just laid there, waiting for sleep to finally take you or, if that didn't happen, for the morning to arrive.
Unwanted thoughts plagued you, several embarrassing moments you wished to forget, like that one time you tripped and grabbed Mualani's new volleyball, causing it to fall down with you and accidentally making it land against an oddly long and sharp rock. Then your mind shifted to the many mistakes you've made, the people you loved and love but accidentally hurt. Then came self doubt. Are you really good enough?
As a pathetic attempt to block out the thoughts, you pulled the blanket over your head and curled up into a tiny ball, like a hedgehog, so that nothing can't hurt you anymore, but no matter how you try to hide away, the accusations in your own head just wouldn't stop. Enough. You don't want this anymore.
In front of where you're facing you heard some shuffling, presumably your girlfriend, Mualani. You kept your eyes shut and hoped you didn't wake her up. It was silent for a while, but then it wasn't.
"Can't sleep?" she slurred. Seems you have woken her. You felt a bit guilty. You should just stay quiet so that she'll think you're asleep, so that she'll go back to sleep herself, but for some reason you also wanted to tell her your awake.
"Yeah."
You couldn't see her face, as you were turned with you back towards her, but you could picture her cute droopy eyes that you see every morning. She's got a long day before her, you shouldn't be keeping her awake.
"Want me to sing a lullaby for you? My mother always did when I was little and I always instantly fell asleep," your girlfriend offered, now sounding more lucid than she was before. After a while of consideration, you accepted. She's awake now anyway and it wouldn't take long, you thought to yourself. If it did then you'll just pretend to sleep.
She let out a weak "yay," happy to be of help and began to hum. As she did so, she you in a way that made you fit snuggly inside the cradle of her arms. Ah, you know this one. It was an old song from the People of the Springs, evident in the unique pacing that you won't hear anywhere else. The rhythm was synchronized with the sound of the waves you hear outside the window. Quiet, dull, mixed a tinge nostalgia. Nothing like the Mualani you know at day. Yet at the same time, you can't imagine hearing this gentle melody out of another's mouth.
Slowly and unnoticeably, you were getting drowsy as she continued her humming. You could feel the vibration in her throat due your head being right against it. The arms around your waist seemed to have relaxed and so did your whole body. It was the most peaceful you've felt in a while. At some point, she began to sound faint, until she was still, but you barely registered it as you were barely awake. At last, she uttered something and fell asleep first. It was a bit difficult to discern but you understood what she said.
"I love you so much, [name]. So so much. Good night."
The hushed words were laced with so much love and adoration, it dispelled any self doubt you had on that night and you followed her into the land of dreams with a smile on your face.
✧˖ mualani gf hcs 🌊
fontanian gn!reader, mostly fluff but some are suggestive
-Girlfriend!Mualani who likes to hear about your experiences in Fontaine and any other nations you've been to. She loves watching how your face lights up when you talk, but when it's about something bad, like the prophecy, then she's there to hug you if you get sad
-Girlfriend!Mualani who makes sure there's never a dull moment in your relationship. She'll always somehow rope you into trying new things with her, simultaneously helping you get over your fears in the process. You can't swim because you're afraid of the water after what happened but still wanna learn how? She'll teach you!
-Girlfriend!Mualani who never makes you feel dumb or bad for feeling scared or thinking you aren't that strong. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses; she always lets you know that she loves you regardless of any of that, though
-Girlfriend!Mualani who brags about you all the time, whether you're far away or right by her side. She's proud to have you as her partner, lacing your fingers together every chance she gets and telling everyone she knows about how much she loves you
-Girlfriend!Mualani who does your hair for you when you're down, running her fingers through the strands and recounting embarrassing memories from when she was younger. If it gets you to laugh, even just a little bit, then she's happy
-Girlfriend!Mualani who's the most supportive person you'll ever have in your life. Anything you wanna do, she's there to cheer you on, and if you get upset that you aren't immediately perfect at it? She's understanding because she's been there too, telling you that you can always try again and that she'll help however she can
-Girlfriend!Mualani who lives to show you how fun every day can be, regardless of if it's a slow, boring day where you go out and pick flowers with her, or an eventful one where you're watching the pilgrimage together
-Girlfriend!Mualani who kisses you under the moonlight by the hot springs, whispering praises against you and holding your chin between her fingers. She'll gently bite at your bottom lip and trace circles into your thigh, and if you let her, she'll go further
-Girlfriend!Mualani who can't fall asleep without you by her side, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you close to her. You told her her hair tickled one night, and the next time you cuddled you noticed she'd put it and her bangs back in a messy bun
-Girlfriend!Mualani who wakes up before you, holding you in her arms and running a thumb over your palm until you wake up to her smiling face. You know it's gonna be another good day when you do
#genshin #genshinimpact #natlan #representation #educational #wasveryinteresting #spreadawareness
ORORUN REDRAW GUIDE !
i think we’ve all seen the atrocity that is genshin’s unreleased character, ororun. the entirety of natlan is a mess really, but as a yoruba person myself i CANNOT keep quiet about ororun specifically.
outside yoruba mythology, in yoruba, ‘Olorun’ (the name ororun is based on, pronounced o-law-roon , with o pronounced as in orange and the ‘roon’ pronounced shortly, not dragged on at all) is actually the same word we often use to refer to God in Christianity. Christianity is the primary religion among us yorubas so honestly, i was kinda glad they misspelled his name. it would feel SO disrespectful referring to whatever that thing is with the same word we use to refer to God who we actually worship. religion aside, genshin’s depiction of Olorun (cultural god, not Christian one) is downright disgusting. i’d never paid too much attention to genshin and its poor representation, but now that my culture has fallen victim to it, i completely understand all the outrage.
edit: please note that while we use ‘Olorun’ to refer to the Christian God, Olorun is just a general word for ‘god’ itself ! for example if i say “God in heaven” and “god of thunder” we know i’m referring to two different beings, in yoruba it’s the kind of the same—the same word is used to refer to both the Christian and other gods, but we know it’s different, even though olorun can be capitalized regardless of what god we’re talking about (unlike english where the Christian God is capitalized and other gods aren’t) at the end of the day though, when we say “olorun” even without context, we are usually referring to the christian God !
1. PLEASE DO NOT DRAW HIM WITH ANIMAL EARS !
i’ve noticed that hoyoverse has this nasty habit of portraying every dark skinned character as wild or animal-esque. kaeya seems to be the only exception to this. even xinyan, though lacking any animal features, has this wild energy to her. some might call it a stretch, but i feel like her features are pretty feline in comparison to other liyue characters.
Olorun in our culture is the supreme god of the heavens. In my opinion, it is disrespectful to liken him to something akin to an animal. normally i wouldn’t even mind that much, but with how hoyo makes its few dark characters more and more like animals, i can’t help but feel weird about it. its really off putting.
2. HIS HAIR WOULD NOT BE CURLY !
majority of nigerians have 4C HAIR. not wavy hair or loose curls. some have 4B, but 4C is the usual here, that is, kinky or coily hair. Olorun is often portrayed as bald in traditional art, but trust me if he had hair his hair would resemble his people’s, not Tyla’s.
DREADLOCKS ARE A YES ! outside nigeria, locking hair is pretty common, but in nigeria a lot of people have locks naturally. our hair sometimes just grows out that way, no treatment no nothing. dreads are 100% an appropriate style, they look good asf too.
3. PLEASE USE CULTURAL FABRICS IN YOUR DESIGNS !
when i saw ororun’s outfit, i almost started crying. they couldn’t even bother to dress him up a little. they really dressed my brother in a scarf and cape and called it a day 😭 upon how fashionable we nigerians are know to be, hoyoverse still made it their mission to embarrass us stylistically. God knows my people have suffered man 😭
ankara is a traditional nigerian fabric that features bright colors and lots of patterned designs. see below:
here in 9ja, we love our ankara. it’s a big part of our fashion here and trust me it would look excellent in your designs. it’s perfectly fine to draw ororun in normal fabrics since he’s a deity and it’s not like ankara existed back then, but if you really want to represent nigeria, ankara is a must 🙏
i’m going to address another fashion piece because if you search up nigerian fashion you’ll see it a lot: beads.
these orange beads are igbo (another tribe here in nigeria) NOT yoruba. does this mean you can’t use it in olorun’s design ? no ! let me explain. tbh, here in nigeria there’s a bit of...tension between clans. it’s not that common, but older people are definitely a lot more tribalist. as a yoruba i love my igbo brothers and sisters, i truly believe they’re the most fashionable clan and i adore their festivities, they always go over the top. please, just look at them:
(only one image because of image caps, ugh)
anyway, we yorubas wear beads too. but the specific way the beads are worn around the head and in multiple layers round the neck is igbo, not yoruba. though i personally wouldn’t care too much if i saw olorun with igbo beads since all i want is for him to at least look nigerian, at the end of the day he is a yoruba deity. it might be disrespectful to dress the god of one clan as if he belongs to another, especially since there is so much historical ( and very slight but uncommon present ) day tension between both clans.
here’s a more yoruba outfit. sorry yall, it might be hard for you to distinguish if you’re not yoruba or igbo, but a lot of nigerians can tell the difference at a glance. ( actually nowadays, there is so much overlap between yoruba and igbo fashion, but there are many specific styles that may be associated with one tribe and not the other, for example how beads are worn in the above paragraph ) please do your research, he’s not only a nigerian god, but a yoruba one.
one more thing, because i know it will start discourse : skin tone.
nigerians have a very diverse range of skin tones. some of us are so pale, if not for our afrocentric features we could maybe pass for another race. however, ororun is yoruba.
light skinned nigerians are usually igbo. not to say that yorubas can’t be light skin, but here in nigeria if you saw a light skinned person, we’d automatically assume they were igbo. igbo people usually have lighter skin tones. majority of yorubas fall on the more milk to dark chocolate end of the skin tone spectrum. i’m saying this now because i know a lot of people are going to start arguments over ororun being redrawn as ‘too light’ or ‘too dark.’ i don’t really care about complexion, but i thought i’d help you all get your facts right.
that’s it ! if you read all this i’m super thankful. i don’t usually post about this kind of stuff but i honestly love my country and could go on about it for days. nigeria is such a beautiful place with a diverse range of cultures— from hausas to fulanis to so many more. natlan was supposed to be Africa’s time to shine, as well as latin americans, but hoyoverse said fuck you and your people. they did this to an extent with sumeru but natlan was done straight up dirty—not a single melanated character in sight, and the only one who does have melanin, iansan, looks so desaturated you might as well call her grey. i saw someone on tiktok call mualani a dark skinned character—it was at that point that i knew genshin was done for.
please REBLOG this post so it reaches more people and artists in the fandom !! this is literally the third time i’m making this post because tumblr refuses to show it in the tags for some reason 😭 i encourage other cultures who feel misrepresented to make posts like this too. it’s a perfect opportunity to educate and inform people about the diverse cultures genshin has once again failed to represent properly.
Hoyo has never been one to make customer satisfaction their top priority, but we’ve been able to call them out before and i truly believe we can do it again. Natlan is not poor design choice. it is blatant racism, a nation based on POC ethnicities with not a single colored character insight. Hoyoverse has been able to escape racism accusations for as long as i can remember, but natlan is the icing on the cake. we CANNOT allow hoyo to proceed as planned without giving them the appropriate backlash.
Also, if you redraw ororun using this guide, make sure to tag me here or on my main blog, @heartkaji !! i’d love to see all your redesigns. once again, thank you all for reading and have an amazing day !!