ᯓ★ Sevika laid her head on your lap, her dark hair splayed out on the fabric of your sundress as she stared up at you, the sunlight deliciously kissing her pretty grey eyes. She took a deep breath, this was a much needed alone time she needed with you. Sevika had her muscular bicep wrapped around your waist, feeling your slender fingers comb through her dark hair.
ᯓ★ “You look so beautiful, my love,” you said and gently untangled her hair. “Mhm?” Sevika tilted her head as she absently drew patterns on your back and waist. You noticed the few gray hairs here and there, smiling as you stroked her hair. “I'm ageing, aren't I?” Sevika asked, her voice taking on a lower tone. “Yeah.” You mumbled, “But that's natural and I love you.”
ᯓ★ Sevika gave you a little sad smile, “I love you too, sweetheart.”
do you see the vision
have Mel in her twenties! very roughly inspired by a rococo painting I saw a while back
i have returned with more pirate au melvika
Nico Robin 🌸
I saw someone from high school that I used to be like DEEPLY IN LIKE with today at work. They had their gf (she’s…very pretty) with them. But I always get annoyed when I see the ex crush bc my brain was so strongly like attached to them in school it left a lasting reaction…so whenever I do see them I feel like I’m gonna have a panic attack !! which is annoying bc I don’t like them anymore anywayyyyssss
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
must be nice to have two pretty guys fight over you huh ? ;p
Sketch is done ✨
27- multi fandom - queer n shi - she/herjumping back into writing <3
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