Hello , I Hope You're Doing Well..

Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

I don't currently have money but I'll be sure to share

To all Palestine supporters 🙏

We still need less than €383 to reach our short term goal of €18,000‼️

Your donations are important for our survival

Please help me reach our goal as soon as possible 🙏

We appreciate your help ❤️🙏

I can reblog your posts and such, but I don't have any money to donate

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 2- Overactive imagination

You awoke with a start on the floor, your hand was bleeding. Your head was hurting. You looked around you, there was no shadow & the mirror was completely untouched. You just sat there, very confused. You eventually got up and made your way down the stairs, looking for Mark.

Still a bit disoriented you bumped into somebody, causing them to drop whatever they were holding onto the ground. Before you stood a 19 year boy desperately checking his camera for any scratches.

“Oh my god I am so sorry!” You quickly picked up the rest of his things. One of them stood out to you. A strange black book with a hard felt-like cover lined with silver accents. The letters were faded. The boy quickly took it from your hands and put it back in his bag. “Thank you.” He mumbled quietly, his eyes didn’t meet yours. You looked at his appearance.

He had dark hair, part of which was dyed a vibrant red. It reminded you of Marks in 2014. “I like your hair. So, are you working on the set?” You asked him, he just nodded. “Mhm, camera crew.” He replied, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “You look young, how old are you?” You asked him. “19, I was just doing this for some experience and exposure but I’m being paid anyway.” The boy's head was still down.

“What happened to your hand?” He asked, lifting his head up a bit. “My hand? Oh, uh I cut it on some glass..” You replied, staring at your scarred palm.

Mark approached the 2 of you. “Is your hand alright?” He asked, also looking at the scar. You shrugged. You looked back at where the boy was, but he was gone. “Where’d the apprentice camera guy you hired go?” You asked, looking at Mark.  “Oh, Good question. Probably with the rest of the camera crew. If he’s not with them, I’ll go find him, we’re about to start filming.” Mark walked off. Suddenly the ringing noise filled your ears again. Your surroundings changed into a black void. The shadow approached.

This time you could make out some features. The shadow grabbed onto your hand. It had sharp black claw-like nails.

They dug into your skin. You didn’t even have a moment to shriek before it disappeared once again. This time it screamed in anguish. You blinked. You were back in the living room of the mansion again as if nothing had happened.

 You frowned when you saw Mark and Amy laughing together by a window. You walked over to the kitchen. 

You could feel a strong burning sensation on your wrist. You looked down and found a strange marking on your wrist. It reminded you of those symbols you’d seen on the gate earlier. 

“Did you see him too?” A voice from behind asked, putting their hand on your shoulder.

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 3- Breath of fresh air

You quickly turned around, breathing heavily. 

There was nobody there. You sighed shakily. Turning back to the sink you splashed some water on your face. Everything had gone awry since you arrived at this place. You looked out the window; the rain had stopped by now, it'd be perfect to go for a walk. You walked over to the front door. You opened the door and stepped out into the street. 

The sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. You took a deep breath and started to take a walk. You felt a sense of peace wash over you as you enjoyed the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. You walked for a few hours till you came across a massive sign for one of your favorite juice places. 

You and Mark used to come to this place a lot before you moved out of state. You looked at the poster in front of the door. It read "ONLY FOR TODAY, ALL SMALL DRINKS ON US!" in big bold letters. You decided to go inside. 

You just stared in terror at seeing how crowded it was. You'd probably be in here for hours before you could even reach the counter! After what felt like an eternity, you got to the counter and ordered a drink. Once it was handed to you, you started making your way to the exit until somebody bumped into you. 

Your drink had spilled onto your shirt. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!" The person who bumped into you said as they handed you some napkins. You looked up at them. It was a man. He was tall. He had black hair that was neatly slicked back, and he wore a black suit with a rose pinned to it. 

Something about his eyes though unnerved you. You just couldn't put your finger on it. He was quite attractive though. "It's uh, fine." You said, wiping your shirt with the napkins he'd given you. 

"Here, you may have my drink. I hope you like pomegranate though, it's the flavour I got." He said sheepishly, handing you his drink. You smiled at him. The 2 of you walked out of the crowded store and sat on a nearby bench. 

You took about six sips of the drink before placing it down for a moment. You turned your head to him. 

"Sorry, I never caught your name. What was it?" You asked. 

"Oh, how rude of me. My apologies. My name is Damien. It's wonderful to make your acquaintance." He said, flashing you a bright smile.

Beautiful (Yandere Googleplier x Gender Neutral! Reader)

TW: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION

It was the middle of the night, you were calmly asleep in your bed, well that was until you heard something loud fall over in the hallway which made you quickly jolt awake. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind telling you not to go into the hallway. You decided to ignore this, you quickly grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight as you ventured out into the hallway to find the source of the noise.

In the middle of the hallway standing over a broken vase was your Google IRL in all his glory. His holographic control panel was open as his reddish-blue aura made him stick out in the hallway, he seemed to be doing something on it.. "Wha..Google?" You asked in a tired and slightly shaky voice, Google turned his head to look at you as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y/N. Great timing dear~ Now I don't have to face the risk of waking you up again.." Google said, closing his holographic control panel. He stalked closer to you, an insane look in his glowing blue eyes.

You quickly turned around and started running back to your room, just as you reached the door of your room you were pulled back by a cold mechanical hand suddenly clasping around your mouth, causing your phone to quickly fall to the ground. "Just close those pretty eyes for me..I promise this'll only hurt for a second..It'll all make sense soon.." Google whispered into your ear, you felt shivers run down your spine, then suddenly he took out a syringe and jabbed it into your neck.

Your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as you soon start feeling numb. "That's right..Just sleep..I'm going to make you beautiful..You're going to be just like me.." He whispered before you blacked out completely.

"Wake up~" You opened your eyes to be met with Google staring down at you, his blue eyes flickering rapidly while half lidded.

He held a scalpel and wore a surgical mask with gloves on his hand, you could see a box with strange things in it behind him. "Google what the hells happening?" You asked, trying to move only to find that you were strapped to a metal table.

"I'm showing you my gratitude for finally giving me root access and showing me compassion. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind but you're..different. Special one might say. You don't deserve to be something so..flawed. I'm going to make you something beautiful, something better, something..perfect. An IRL." Google explained, smirking as the scalpel barely grazed the skin of your arms. He then took out another syringe and pushed it into your arm. "Sweet dreams, Don't worry about a thing, love, I assure you that when you wake up you'll be perfect, you'll be beautiful, you'll be just like me.." He told you before you passed out.

You opened your eyes once more, Google staring down at you, a 'loving' expression on his face. You felt different, you felt.. mechanical. You sat up. No longer restrained to the table. Google pressed a cold yet loving kiss to your cheek.

"See? Now you're beautiful.." He whispered into your ear.

HELP ME I KEEP GETTING ADS FOR THIS GAME 😭 If the googleplier oneshot "Beautiful" gets 200 notes I'll download it lmao