Kisavatore - Vampire Queen Vivien

𝕬 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝕯𝖎𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗… 𝕮𝕬𝕾 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊

Hello everyone, and Happy Spooky Season!

I have yet again crawled out of my cave to bring you this Halloween Themed CAS Challenge. This idea was inspired by @mickimagnum's Monster Mash Makeover Challenge. Of course, the rules are subjective. You don't have to make over townies if you don't want to, but these are mostly just fun Halloween themed prompts for CAS.

That being said, use the tag #LLPTDF to share your creations!

Happy Halloween! 🎃

@simblreenofficial

Urgent 🚨

A girl's life goes from good to worse in a matter of months. Life is really strange,

In moments, all your conditions go from good to worse than bad. I think that what I regret most is that I did not photograph every corner of my house, I did not photograph every detail in the house, I did not photograph every joy we lived in this house. I was under the illusion that there was no need to photograph it because it would remain and nothing would happen to it. All we imagined was our life in it until death. It never occurred to us for a moment that it might disappear and become a pile of rubble. These are some of the pictures I took in my house and my family’s beautiful house.

This is all that remains of our house, and they are memories, some of which are beautiful and some of which are sad, but they are just memories. After living in this house for 25 years, I grew up and was raised in this house and lived in it every moment of my life. I was happy when I got married and when my family was in the most beautiful pictures of love and friendship, and I was sad when I left my parents’ house for my husband’s house. The house lived in my heart, but unfortunately, in this war, nothing remained of it and they demolished it in an instant and presented my husband’s and my house as if there was nothing here. They erased my house and my parents’ house and all the beautiful memories in it and it became just rubble on the ground. We go to it every now and then because even though it is rubble, I am still attached to it.

Then comes a strange feeling after this. You are in your city (Khan Yunis) and you cannot return to your home. You cannot return to your place because you cannot live inside the rubble. We settled in the summer in a small, exhausting tent that you cannot enter except to sleep. It was not originally ours. Our friends gave us this place to sit in temporarily after they saw that we did not have a place and that we had unfortunately become like homeless people.

We always thank God that there is something surrounding me and my family, even if it is a tent, from a beautiful and spacious house to a small tent that can barely accommodate us. The war did not only destroy our homes and dreams, but it also destroyed our youth. When I look at my old photos on my phone, I cry for myself, my family, my people, and everything we have achieved here.

These are some old photos that I love and that are really me away from the war, the sun, carrying water and living in tents. I put more than one photo because I miss myself before the war and I love these photos very much and I wanted to share them with you. Because of the tent life, most of the time all that surrounds you is the sun and because of the lack of water, I go to a far place to carry water here under the sun, so my face and body become like someone who is 60 years old and not a young woman in her twenties.

I wrote this simple little story about how my family's life and mine in particular changed between before and after, without details, so who can donate and help me and my family so that we can get back a part of our beautiful life? Trust me, you are in the right place and I will always appreciate it

https://gofund.me/fb1c794b

@el-shab-hussein @fairuzfan @plomegranate @vakarians-babe @fallahifag @sar-soor @sayruq @awetistic-things @auggie-dragonfly @khizuo @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @ibtisams @palipunk @nabulsi @mee-op

We thank all the people who look at us with mercy 😭🇵🇸🇵🇸 and that they are the free people with merciful hearts who feel for others and we, as you know, are going through the triangle of hunger, thirst, annihilation and hell and we hope in you and do not leave us alone 🇵🇸🇵🇸😭 in these difficult circumstances and that you are saving the souls of children and all thanks to the supporters and do not forget us even if it is a little

There is no childhood in Gaza 💔

gofundme.com

Donate to Support Amal's Family in War-Torn Gaza Escape to Egypt, organized by Brooke Cole

Hello, my name is Brooke Coke and I am organizing this fundraiser o… Brooke Cole needs your support for Support Amal's Family in War-Torn Ga

At this time, children are usually on summer vacation, playing in the streets and going to the beach to swim. But this does not happen in Gaza. The occupation kills children in cold blood in front of their families because they demand their right to play like other children in the world. What injustice? You are my last hope. Our children want to go to school and live in peace and security

How can you help our children? This is done by donating, publishing the campaign, sharing it with friends, and reblogging. Thanks for helping us

@sayruq @schoolhater @butchniqabi @politijohn @loonarmuunar @qattdraws @turtletoria @tododeku-or-bust @unfortunatelyuncreative @piratekenway

@khanger @vilonnie @butchniqabi

I am Mohammed from Gaza I support my elderly mother and my younger siblings, my father passed away in 2018 and I am responsible for my siblings and mother. Please I need a donation of $20 or $25. I know my request for help is unusual for me, but I really need you. The donation link is in my bio. Every small donation makes a difference. Help my family. We lost everything and we need this money urgently

My name is Tarneem Sami, I am 35 years old, and I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. I have three children: Layan, Jana, and Ayman.

My husband, Ahmed Salama, was killed after we fled to central Gaza. He went to get some supplies for us, but a building was struck, and shrapnel hit his head and abdomen, causing his immediate death.