The Hanging Garden

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

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“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

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Your first husband died peacefully in his sleep. You had nothing to do with it.

You did want his money but that was another matter!

He was on the verge of death anyway so getting into his pants (and pockets) was extremely easy. You made out like a bandit with most of his fortune. It set you up for life, you were thankfully done with old men and their money.

That was until you saw the detective that sauntered into your house. He was tall, toned and tan. Your mouth practically watered as he talked to you in a sweet tone, like you were truly in mourning for your husband.

“Suguru Geto.” He had introduced himself with a firm handshake.

You had practically melted into the floor.

Apparently your dead husband was in an embezzlement lawsuit before he passed so he came to investigate the house for evidence. You didn’t really care but you played the part of grieving widow all while subtly flirting with him.

He didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything. As he goes through the files you try to think of a way to get him to stay longer. Nothing comes to mind and he leaves you with a small pout on your lips.

Opening up your phone you click on the sugar baby app you frequented before getting married. What’s one more dead old man if you get to see that detective again?

I need to mother Gojo then have Geto mother me

popular! satoru x artist! reader hcs <3

cw: fluff !!! she/her reader (sorry males 🙁🫶), she's also implied to be sorta loser/not popular-ish, intentional lowercase, might be corny, sorry !!!! NOT proofread because ik ill cringe, im still new to this, please dont shoot me

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popular boyfriend satoru ! who asks you to be his girlfriend via that one trend where you paint each other then show each other the results at the end of the date, except his canvas just said: “will you be my girlfriend?” in bold, pink letters with hearts drawn all around.

(though his proposal was cut short when he saw your canvas, by far the most beautiful portrayal of him he's ever seen. he cherishes that painting.)

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's your number one supporter and BIGGEST fan, no matter what. seriously, you once went through old sketchbooks with him and he was in awe for every one of them, insisting you show him the ones you would immediately try to hide while chanting; ‘if you made it, it'll be beautiful no matter what!’.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who, despite obsessing over your art saying it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, thinks no art could compare to your beauty.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who spends 37% of his time admiring your art, and the other 63% admiring you.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who brags about his beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly perfect, angelic, god send of a girlfriend- (his words, not mine.) -fo all his friends, and secretly sneaks some of your artwork, (the same artwork that you insisted was awful.), into his school bag to show his friends, but keeps your identity a secret since he knows how you feel about large amounts of attention and crowds.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's tried picking up art multiple times just so the both of you could have one more thing in common, but each and every time was quickly humbled and shown that you truly are the artist of the relationship.

“is that a donkey on an airplane..?”

“...it was supposed to be pikachu.”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who adores watching you draw. that pretty look on your face when you're all focused, the way your eyebrows knit together when you're doing the small details, how you subconsciously mirror the facial expressions of the characters you draw and how cute you look getting all embarrassed when he calls it out.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who has tried to pay you for art commissions. multiple times.

“please, babe? it would look so good on my wall!”

“satoru, for the last time, you can have it, but i don't want your money! stop shoving your cash in my face!”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who shoves a couple hundred dollar bills in your bag when you aren't looking. what? it's not like he needs it, he's rich after all!

popular boyfriend satoru ! who always finds it so odd when people ask why he's dating someone like you, because a: they don't even know who ‘you’ are and have just inferred you're a loser based on how he talks about you, and b: even if they did know, how could he not fall in love with you?

popular boyfriend satoru ! who you have completely wrapped around your finger, and you hardly even realize it.

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( a/n : they're so cute i lub them )

When you aren’t taking care of yourself properly so Foxguru gives you the squint of disapproval.