Lucius / Vega, but preferably Lucius - 18+ - he/they - transgender man. Your sleepiest mutual. I am described by a friend to be strange with bug-like tendencies. I have been assigned as having every fetish under the sun by my friends as well, and only some are accurate. Ostensibly a roleplayer and vaguely a hobbyist artist.
Posts made by me are tagged as "#posts from the orphanbasement", which I did not realise at the time of making it made me sound self-important. Like I'm THE orphanbasement. Deeply personal posts are tagged simply as "#personal"
Mutuals can ask for my Discord.. please do.... even if there's a 75% chance I'll never strike up conversation of my own volition.... im shy
I inconsistently tag NSFW (simply #nsft -- even if content is only suggestive at best) and flat out do not tag spoilers. Please ask me if you need anything triggering tagged, but bear in mind I might forget. Things are tagged exclusively in plain text (e.g. "#insects", "#drug use")
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(as of 07/07/24 ~ 2:40am ~ indulging in DeviantArt page nostalgia where we did this)
🎵 Currently listening: Paula Abdul
🎮 Currently playing: I am going to be straight up I am getting into nothing new at present moment. Give suggestions for all categories if you wish to.
📖 Currently reading: ???
🖥️ Currently watching: ???
🥤 Currently drinking: Sugar free Irn Bru
🥚 Currently eating: An unnecessarily good strawberry breakfast bar thing. We bought so much of these that they actually raised prices on them at our local supermarket for a while, the fuckers.
go follow me @/ntrisviel because, for some reason that I imagine is totally unrelated to all the priestfucking, Tumblr didn't clear my shadowban. Really quite a mystery why they're refusing.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
Dear friends around the world,
Greetings to you from Gaza, the land of pe… Heba Nasef needs your support for Helping Heba Family : Escaping
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
The Journey of Life or Death: Our Displacement from the Ruins in Gaza
The Journey of Life or Death: Our Displacement from the Rubble… Hani Yasser needs your support for "Help us build our future after being dis
Hello, I’m Hani, 26 years old, from Gaza. Life wasn’t easy even before the war. I studied social work, but due to the lack of job opportunities, I was forced to work as a taxi driver. But in October last year, everything changed in unimaginable ways. The war on Gaza began, and my life, as well as my family’s, turned into a never-ending nightmare.
We lived in an area close to the border, and when the shells started raining down on us from the very first hour, we had no choice but to leave. We heard the sounds of bombings destroying the homes and streets around us, and we witnessed how our city turned to ruins in just a few hours. Massacres were happening right before our eyes; children, women, and the elderly fell as helpless victims. Everything we loved disappeared — our home, our neighborhood, and our neighbors.
At first, we tried to hold on. We stayed for two months in northern Gaza despite the destruction all around us. But when the bombing intensified and targeted every surrounding area, we had to make the hardest decision: to flee south. The journey was not easy. Everywhere, the destruction was immense, roads were cut off, and there was no means of transportation. Every moving vehicle was directly targeted, and we were terrified of every sound.
Still, we had to move forward. I gathered my family: my father Yasser (55 years old) and my mother Manal (50 years old), who suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure, my sister Safaa (23 years old), my brother Ibrahim (15 years old), and my younger siblings Nasser (7 years old), Bara’a (5 years old), and Adam (3 years old). We began walking on foot, covering over 15 kilometers, while I carried Adam on my back at times. We could hear the planes overhead and see the devastation around us.
With every step, we approached the checkpoints controlled by Israeli soldiers. The sight of armed soldiers inspecting everyone heightened our fear. The children cried, and every day Nasser would ask me, "When will we go back home?" I had no answer. Each time I looked into his eyes, my heart would break, knowing that he was searching for hope amidst the sorrow.
After hours of waiting and fear at the checkpoints, we finally entered the south. But our suffering didn’t end there. We were taken to Deir al-Balah, to a school overcrowded with displaced people. The classrooms were extremely packed, with each room hosting at least five families. We couldn’t find a place inside, so we had to sleep beside the school’s wall, living in a makeshift tent made of cloth and wood provided by some people. I watched the children as they tried to sleep and felt powerless to provide them with safety.
Another month passed, and we were asked to leave that area and move to Rafah. We lived in a small tent for four months among thousands of displaced people in the Al-Zawaida area. But during the last month, heavy rains flooded our tent, making it impossible to stay there. We were forced to relocate to a school that was still under construction. We have now been living in this school for five months, sharing a single classroom with five other families, struggling to survive and stay alive.
Our emotions are a mix of fear and pain, but every time I see my family standing strong together, I feel that there is still hope in our hearts. This journey was not only physical but emotional as well. Every day, we live with the hope of returning to our home, which now only exists in our memories.
In the midst of this suffering, getting food and water has become a daily challenge. We live in harsh conditions where food aid arrives in limited quantities and is not enough to meet the needs of my large family. Sometimes, we are forced to wait in long lines just to get a small amount of food, while the children endure hunger and anxiety.
As for water, the situation is even worse. We struggle to obtain clean drinking water, which puts us at risk of illness. The health conditions around us continue to worsen, with many diseases spreading due to the lack of cleanliness and overcrowding. I see my brother Adam (3 years old) suffering from a persistent cough, and my heart breaks knowing I can’t do anything to help him.
These conditions surround us from every angle, making life more difficult, but we continue to endure, hoping to return to our normal lives.
My campaign is legitimate and documented, and I’m here to ask for your help. Please support us in this journey by sharing my story or providing assistance to my family. We need help now more than ever, as every step of support is a step towards hope and survival.
The Journey of Life or Death: Our Displacement from the Rubble… Hani Yasser needs your support for "Help us build our future after being dis
✅My campaign vetted at line #5 , by @gazavetters ✅
The Journey of Life or Death: Our Displacement from the Ruins in Gaza
The Journey of Life or Death: Our Displacement from the Rubble… Hani Yasser needs your support for "Help us build our future after being dis
Hello, I’m Hani, 26 years old, from Gaza. Life wasn’t easy even before the war. I studied social work, but due to the lack of job opportunities, I was forced to work as a taxi driver. But in October last year, everything changed in unimaginable ways. The war on Gaza began, and my life, as well as my family’s, turned into a never-ending nightmare.
We lived in an area close to the border, and when the shells started raining down on us from the very first hour, we had no choice but to leave. We heard the sounds of bombings destroying the homes and streets around us, and we witnessed how our city turned to ruins in just a few hours. Massacres were happening right before our eyes; children, women, and the elderly fell as helpless victims. Everything we loved disappeared — our home, our neighborhood, and our neighbors.
At first, we tried to hold on. We stayed for two months in northern Gaza despite the destruction all around us. But when the bombing intensified and targeted every surrounding area, we had to make the hardest decision: to flee south. The journey was not easy. Everywhere, the destruction was immense, roads were cut off, and there was no means of transportation. Every moving vehicle was directly targeted, and we were terrified of every sound.
Still, we had to move forward. I gathered my family: my father Yasser (55 years old) and my mother Manal (50 years old), who suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure, my sister Safaa (23 years old), my brother Ibrahim (15 years old), and my younger siblings Nasser (7 years old), Bara’a (5 years old), and Adam (3 years old). We began walking on foot, covering over 15 kilometers, while I carried Adam on my back at times. We could hear the planes overhead and see the devastation around us.
With every step, we approached the checkpoints controlled by Israeli soldiers. The sight of armed soldiers inspecting everyone heightened our fear. The children cried, and every day Nasser would ask me, "When will we go back home?" I had no answer. Each time I looked into his eyes, my heart would break, knowing that he was searching for hope amidst the sorrow.
After hours of waiting and fear at the checkpoints, we finally entered the south. But our suffering didn’t end there. We were taken to Deir al-Balah, to a school overcrowded with displaced people. The classrooms were extremely packed, with each room hosting at least five families. We couldn’t find a place inside, so we had to sleep beside the school’s wall, living in a makeshift tent made of cloth and wood provided by some people. I watched the children as they tried to sleep and felt powerless to provide them with safety.
Another month passed, and we were asked to leave that area and move to Rafah. We lived in a small tent for four months among thousands of displaced people in the Al-Zawaida area. But during the last month, heavy rains flooded our tent, making it impossible to stay there. We were forced to relocate to a school that was still under construction. We have now been living in this school for five months, sharing a single classroom with five other families, struggling to survive and stay alive.
Our emotions are a mix of fear and pain, but every time I see my family standing strong together, I feel that there is still hope in our hearts. This journey was not only physical but emotional as well. Every day, we live with the hope of returning to our home, which now only exists in our memories.
In the midst of this suffering, getting food and water has become a daily challenge. We live in harsh conditions where food aid arrives in limited quantities and is not enough to meet the needs of my large family. Sometimes, we are forced to wait in long lines just to get a small amount of food, while the children endure hunger and anxiety.
As for water, the situation is even worse. We struggle to obtain clean drinking water, which puts us at risk of illness. The health conditions around us continue to worsen, with many diseases spreading due to the lack of cleanliness and overcrowding. I see my brother Adam (3 years old) suffering from a persistent cough, and my heart breaks knowing I can’t do anything to help him.
These conditions surround us from every angle, making life more difficult, but we continue to endure, hoping to return to our normal lives.
My campaign is legitimate and documented, and I’m here to ask for your help. Please support us in this journey by sharing my story or providing assistance to my family. We need help now more than ever, as every step of support is a step towards hope and survival.
The Journey of Life or Death: Our Displacement from the Rubble… Hani Yasser needs your support for "Help us build our future after being dis
✅My campaign vetted at line #5 , by @gazavetters ✅
I don't often ask for this, but this out of urgency.
This post is on behalf of Nader @abdalsalam1990, as I have a large following which could help it get traction.
This campaign has been vetted! (#4 on the list) and the photos above confirm the legitimacy of this gofund.
Nader is 17 years old and his family is in Gaza facing dire circumstances. Food is scarce, prices are high, and there are shortages in water. They, like countless others suffering during this war, have already had to relocate many times, and their home is destroyed. They do not have enough money to safely relocate right now, or a stable source of income, as places of work have been destroyed.
Nader had just lost their uncle to the vile Israeli occupiers, and they're desperately asking for donations. Any amount of money can help Nader and his family escape this destruction.
**Humanitarian Support Request: Abdul Salam Al-Anqar**
… Abdalsalam Alanqar needs your support for Help Abd AL Salam and his family ge
They're not asking for much, just €10 should suffice!
This campaign currently has (as of the time I write this post) €13,575 out of €50,000 raised, with 783 donations
I have donated myself and I know a lot of my followers can afford to donate at least something. It's not a hard donation process, so I hope you take a moment of your day to show some support.
No donations for the last 2 hours!!! Please support Nader and his family, they urgently need support to buy food and medicine!!! Keep sharing and donating, they deserve to live!!!
go follow me @/ntrisviel because, for some reason that I imagine is totally unrelated to all the priestfucking, Tumblr didn't clear my shadowban. Really quite a mystery why they're refusing.
Now that I've got your attention (people stop scrolling for a poll), I am making this post on behalf of Nader @abdalsalam1990, as I have a large following which could help it get traction. This campaign has been vetted! (#4 on the list)
**Humanitarian Support Request: Abdul Salam Al-Anqar**
… Abdalsalam Alanqar needs your support for Help Abd AL Salam and his family ge
Nader is 17 years old and his family is in Gaza facing dire circumstances. Food is scarce, prices are high, and there are shortages in water. They, like countless others suffering during this war, have already had to relocate many times, and their home is destroyed. They do not have enough money to safely relocate right now, or a stable source of income, as places of work have been destroyed.
Any amount of money can help Nader and his family escape this destruction.
This campaign currently has (as of the time I write this post) €11,540 out of €50,000 raised, with 627 donations. I have donated myself and I know a lot of my followers can afford to donate at least something. It's not a hard donation process, so I hope you take a moment of your day to show some support.
hi, don't scroll. i'm coming at you with a list of palestinian fundraisers who very, very urgently need our help. please donate if you can, and reblog to boost. thank you!
najah al-haila, vetted by gazavetters (#49), 4,192€/80,000€
youssef alaa al-yazji, vetted by gazavetters (#87), 20,839kr SEK/200,000kr (1$=10kr)
dima rashed al-dahdouh, unvetted but RIS is clean, 506€/30,000€
heba's family, vetted by association through safaabed8, 2,920€/40,000€
siraj abu dayyeh, #219 on the vetted gaza evacuation fundraiser list, $89,084 CAD/$150,000
ola's family, #205 on the vetted gaza evacuation fundraiser list, $57,887 USD/$85,000
nour alanqar, vetted by 90-ghost, 23,757€/40,000€
ola ferwana, vetted by gazavetters (#60), 10,782€/35,000€
belal salem, vetted by 90-ghost, $1,276 USD/$20,000
abood and his pregnant wife, vetted by mohiy-gaza, $22,314 USD/$40,000
youssef al-habil, whose son has recently been hospitalized on account of a respiratory illness, #406 on the butterfly project list, 23,774€/30,000€
abdulsalam al-anqar, vetted by gazavetters (#4), 8,228€/50,000€
