Lunayuemoon - Untitled

MC: Will you marry me if I'm still single after ten years?

Idia: Yeah, sure. I guess.

(After 10 years)

Vil: Who proposed?

Idia: Them.

Ortho: *giggles* No. It was my brother.

MC: *who's busy eyeing the wedding cake* *takes a small bite then hides it using the flower decoration on the cake*

Vil, Idia, and Ortho: ...

Ortho: That's what Idia likes about them.

Idia: *blushes* Stop.

Vil: *chuckles*

It's unfathomable, even more so when you realize this isn't the first time Israel has done this. She was a baby. The men were so obviously red crescent medics, and still, Israeli soldiers shot and killed them.

It wasn't a misfired bomb. It was guns. They knew what they were targeting.

Anyone who defends this, for whatever religion you believe in, even if you believe in nothing at all, I can only hope the afterlife brings you your deserved suffering on a platter. You're disgusting, vile creatures, who must've snuck onto the Earth because there is no way in nature that you are human. Die.

نَّا ِلِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ

Save the children of Palestine. Protect the medics. Free Palestine. 🇵🇸

MC: When you're torn between wanting to write what you have in mind and being lazy to even start.

Vil: ...

Vil: I swear, potato, if it is another masterpiece you are willing to waste because of your laziness, I will disown you.

Epel: Er... How do you even know that it's a masterpiece?

Vil: They tell me the plot when they no longer have the motivation to write it.

Epel: ...

MC: Telling you is easier!

Vil: WRITE IT!

Ya Rabb, punish the wrongdoers with the most severe punishment both in this world and in the next 🤲🏻