[Read Pin]. Not always on, may take time to reply.ย All pronouns. ๐, but takes in beliefs from other religions and cultures.ย I am an artist, writer, musician, witch, etc. DMs are open, mostly. Questions are encouraged, but please keep it appropriate. I do not post often. DM for my socials. ( :
Hello. Welcome to my blog!ย My name is Circe Medea Eldritch (sur-see meh-deh-aa ehl-drich), but you may call me Circe!
Previously known as @queer-messy-crow
I am not always online, I am very busy!ย Please give me around 48-120 hours to get back to you! [I wonโt, Iโm not always on.ย I swear, Iโm busy.]
This blog is rated 13+ and is primarily in English
This is my main blog, which will usually contain pictures, drawings, poems, memes, etc. with a crap ton* of reblogs.
Note that while I do have EDs, I am all pro-recovery, please disregard some of my older posts and other blogs.ย My vent/ED blog will be promptly deleted as of June 20th, 2024.
Leave your shitty attitude at the door and chill here or something idk. This is a pretty depressing blog, but weย
My alt blog for vent art is @falseillusionsanddeaddreamsย (not active, ffs, its so cringe omg, i need to update more art there T^T)
Notes:
Check dni and content warnings below
Safe space blog (:
I am an ADULT.ย I am 19.ย I use all pronouns.
There will be cursing here, but no slurs (unless they pertain to demographics I am part of, and thus I choose to reclaim them.).
Feel free to ask (almost) anything!ย ย I will not answer to any inappropriate or NSFW questions. >:[
DMS are mostly open.
Iโm usually offline, but Iโll try to get back to you ASAP.
DNI (Sorry itโs so long, I just...Am very particular about who interacts (I have edited this so itโs less specific, because oh gods old me was very political))
If youโre Queerphobic/Racist/Ableist/Zoophilic/MAP
anti-medicine/abortion/etc.
anti feminism/TERF
pro-ED (FOR FKโS SAKE FOLKS, STOP FOLLOWING ME IF YOUโRE AN PRO ANA BLOG, IM TRYNNA RECOVER)
Anti-recovery
Donโt mind/like some extremelyย problematic ships (I am a shipper myself, I just find the weird ones odd (i.g. incest, large age gaps (if they are 20+ and consenting ig itโs fine), toxic, etc.)) (I mean, you can still interact, I might just be mildly weirded out)
NSFW (some exceptions - example, gore for art reasons)
Under 13
etc.
Content Warning (mostly old posts) and Notes:
Eating Disorders
S*icide
Depression
General bad mental health
Gore
Maybe weapons? IDR...
Witch content if youโre not into that
I was into MCYT (especially DSMP and HermitCraft) so you might see that stuff here?
Lot of queer stuff here.
Leftist-leaning blog, baby <3
If I have a hyperfixation, chances are I will excessively blog about it for a while. (See ROTMNT or CHNT)
Oough ok this is my first time doing this so I was referring to Agent 23, but could I also suggest the narrator (i.e. the one who announces the episode no.s and names + sometimes describes the scenes?)
I know I'm not supposed to but I really understand Adam. No matter how difficult it is, there will always be love for the one who made you. Even if you hate them, and for very good reasons, the hate stems from that core concept: they were supposed to love me amd treat me with worth and dignity.
I think when Sydney summoned him, his intentions and need for being wanted shaped and twisted the nature of Adam and forced him into an existence is madness. A heart that beats for another. If you are not built like that it would be world ending to feel the yearning, the pining the wanting. To be attracted to someone when you brain and body do not exist to do is a horror in of itself.
They could never make me hate you Adam. I know you're bad bad terrible bad but I could never hate you because if I too had my aroace heart forced into beating for another I would be driven to madness.
Sydney was right to shut down his "bipolar fantasies" though.
To talk about the ending though?
The ending is wild, I want to be reincarnated as the train so I can know what happens next. Because a name drop???? At the last minute?!?! Benjamin Locke? Sir I'm sorry I've been giving you the worst nicknames to my friends, agent 23 would respect me for it.
GENUINELY SEETHING ABOUT THE CAMP HERE AND THERE S2 FINALE
I LOVED IT BUT OH MY GODS WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT
Also Dio Garner did an amazing job as Adam, oh my gods the character sounds ever more hotter when he's deranged and mad I ADORE him, almost as much as, if not more than Elijah.
GUESS WHO'S NOT CHRONICALLY SINGLE ANYMORE-
THIS KID! <33333
LOVE YOU HUN, IF YOU'RE READING THIS- IDK IF YOU HAVE TUMBLR <33
(no relation to crush post from like, ages ago)
(also this happened like almost a month ago, ive just been off tumblr for a while)
Broke up with him too about two years ago he was an abusive POS. Screw you bro only reason I'm not name dropping you is bc I feel pity for you, you have my socials, and I don't want to start a court case on the shit you have done to me.
A centuries old dream entered your head again โ leaving you longing for a past that only grew further and further away.
Though, you hardly expected much when Salt Cellar seemingly took to guarding you after her Commander asked her to. A last favour โ Something to free her yet continue her duties as a knight.
The Commanderโฆ You still felt the touch of his armour upon your cheek. His gentle voice โ low and careful. How long you had been waiting, despite knowing he would never come. Finding these feelings for another were impossible, it was solely him that your heart adored. A legend about those made to compliment the Virtues and being their tethers to those they held dominion over always replayed in your mind. It was nothing but a story, yetโฆ
You needed him back. It was your selfish heart's greatest wish. The endless pining for the one you loved most was eating you from the inside. White Lily was gentle with you, seemingly able to tell. There were once more things larger than yourself happening.
โMy greatest and most selfish wish,โ his words echoed in your ears, โIs for your happiness and safety.โ You pleaded that he was your happiness. His gaze broke from you. There was no chance he would relent. You sniffled. He wiped your tears. Your Salt always would. โWe shall reconveneโฆ The plans of our enemy are still unravelling,โ he held your hand tighter, โMy love, wait for me.โ
And you would. As you always did.
Shadow Milk Cookie
โCan't you at least act sad to see me go?โ The Jester obnoxiously poked your cheek. His refusal to let you go even after his defeat at the hands of Pure Vanillaโฆ You felt frustrated. There was no where you could go that he was unable to follow you. Once he realised you were still alive, he locked onto you again. Though, he was not your Fount. No matter how many times he wore those stupid robes to torment you or recalled memories that you were of most fond.
He pouted and wrapped his arms around you. โYou're supposed to be my tether,โ his voice was low, โDon't you feel a little responsible for what happened to me? I became corrupted, and you fled instead of helping me! How cruel!โ You tensed at his words. That was just a legend โ Something romantic whispered to justify why the Virtues could feel such things towards those they adored. Your Fountโฆ Heโฆ He had thought the theory had some merit. You swallowed. Shadow Milk hummed.
โI don't hold it against you,โ he whispered, โBut, I am leaving! And, you're staying here. An idiot thinks they can put on a better show than me. I simply must attend.โ You turned your head. Heโฆ was suspicious of Dark Enchantress? You felt grateful, oddly. He grinned brightly. โI wish I could bring you! I'd loooove to show you off to them all again,โ he pecked a kiss to your cheek, โBut, if you were hurtโฆ Ah, spoilers!โ His expression was terrifying for a moment. You felt reassured now, however. โBe good, marionette. I'll be back for you.โ
You supposed you would listen to him just this one time.
Burning Spice Cookie
โHmph, she is right,โ Burning Spice held you close. His hold was suffocating โ scorching, even. There was rarely a time he allowed you to stray too far from him. Your escape from him in the past leaving him admittedly concerned. His spouse โ a great treasure even he could not destroy. โTaking you would be unwise,โ he caught your chin, โSomeone needs to remain to keep everyone in line, and Nutmeg Tiger is joining me.โ You blinked. The invitation he had received. Just what was it?
โDo you remember that old myth,โ he suddenly was reminiscent, taking a seat down on the rubble of his throne. Though his temple was destroyed by Golden Cheese โ the Spice Tribes worked tirelessly to rebuild. โSomething about us Virtues having a tether in a mortal,โ he gazed at you with that wide grin of his, โHaha, do you think there was anything to it? The Witches made us a tether to keep us under control.โ He pressed your hand to his chest. The Soul Jam pulsed under your touch.
โโฆ This eventโฆ I wonder what that fool vying for power will do,โ he clutched you tighter, โIt seems that the Beasts will be gathered together. To show you off once moreโฆโ Burning Spice sighed. โIf you were taken from me,โ the fire in his eyes was terrifying, โI don't think there'd ever be such a fun hunt.โ You felt him peck a kiss atop your head. โRemember that fighting spirit I respected,โ a scimitar was placed in your lap, โI'll be leaving soon.โ
Even if it was twisted โ he definitely still loved you.
Mystic Flour Cookie
Tea was silent today. You poured your master her cup, yet she made no moves to speak or drink. There was concern it was not to her liking. Maybe the leaves harvested were of bad qualityโฆ Your racing thoughts were silenced when she opened her eyes. โI have been invited out,โ she placed the paper before you, โMy wish to be grantedโฆ How pointless.โ You read it. She sipped her tea finally.
โDo you recall the rumour that spread about the pagoda all the time ago?โ she suddenly asked, gazing at you. There was a moment you struggled to recall which specific one she meant. โOne about the Virtues having a tether,โ she clarified, โIt was strange, was it not? I supposed at the time it came about due to our closeness.โ You nodded. The rumour was an odd one. The tea let out steam.
โI will attend this gathering,โ she returned to the original topic, โโฆ Cloud Haetae will join me.โ You nodded once more. Hurt unconsciously spread inside you. Cloud Haetae was her guardian, after all. You were merely a student of hers. A hand grasping yours caught your attention. โI worry for your safety in joining me,โ she admitted, oddly vulnerable. โRemain here and watch over the pagoda in my place.โ The order was not one you would defy.
Hello everyone, My name is Amina Yasser, I am 28 years old. Iโฆ Safaa Yasser needs your support for Help Amina Yasser's family provide her ch
On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. ๐ ๐ His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. ๐ถ๐ค
But, in a single moment, everything changed. ๐ช๏ธ
ย Complete Destruction ๐๏ธ๐ฅ
The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.
Today, Khalil, along with his wife Omnia and their children Nasser, Adam, and Baraโa, live in a small tent in the southern sector, where there is no safety or stability. โบ๐ฅ The tent offers no protection from the scorching heat of the day or the biting cold of the night. Hunger and thirst have become constant guests at their empty table, and the childrenโs eyes search their fatherโs face for answers: โWhen will we go back home?โ ๐ฅบ๐ฝ๏ธ But the home is no longer there.
ย Growing Despair ๐๐
Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?
Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐๏ธ
ย A Faint Hopeย โจ๐ฑ
Yet Khalil does not give up. He refuses to succumb to pain, searching for a glimmer of hope in this darkness. He knows that there are those who may extend a helping hand and that despite all the hardships, there are still people who believe in humanity. But time is running out, and the tent cannot be home forever. โณ๐ก
ย A Call for Help ๐๐
Hello everyone, My name is Amina Yasser, I am 28 years old. Iโฆ Safaa Yasser necesita tu apoyo para Help Amina Yasser's family provide her ch
If you are able to help, please consider donating to support Khalil and his family during this difficult time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in their lives. Share this story with your friends and family, as it may reach someone who can help. Together, we can make a difference and restore hope to those who desperately need it. ๐โค๏ธ
You'll never know how strong you are until strength is your only option."
From the heart of Gaza, these words become more true than ever. I am Bilal Abed Rabou, and I stand before you as a survivor of five wars, an academic student at Al-Azhar University and a software developer from the besieged Gaza Strip. I witnessed the devastating effects of these conditions firsthand
.
"You'll never know how strong you are until strength is your only option."
โฆ Mohammed Asfour needs your support for Help me to complete my
We were a family, living in peace, love and warmth. But everything changed when conflict and despair swept through our lives. Living in Gaza means confronting ongoing conflict, struggling against poverty and the lack of basic necessities to live. Life is very difficult, and even the simplest tasks seem impossible. Yet, despite all the chaos and pain, we remained grounded by the warmth of our love and the strength of our spirits.
Even six months ago, everything changed. Our once home turned into a mess and everything we cherished. Since then, we have been lost, clinging to a world of uncertainty and despair. We left our badly damaged home with only a few things. Since then, our lives have been threatened
with every passing minute.
But now, there is no longer a reason to stay in this place full of suffering, where we are deprived of even the most basic and important rights, education, security and peace.
Our hearts hurt because of all this injustice. We were willing to endure anything to keep our family together and provide comfort and care for our father in his time of need.
With each passing day, our despair grows and our burdens grow heavier. We need your help to break the cycle of suffering, rebuild our shattered dreams, pave the way to a better future, and reunite with our family. Your support is not just a lifeline; Rather, it is a beacon of hope in our darkest moments.
Here you will find our whole story
And here is the direct donation's link
"You'll never know how strong you are until strength is your only option."
โฆ Mohammed Asfour needs your support for Help me to complete my
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people:ย my parents, two sons, and four daughtersย (two of them suffer from allergies).
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: myโฆ Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa
I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars.ย But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.
Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be.ย Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Everyย explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.
We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.
Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.
A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.
Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare
I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.
These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital.ย We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gazaย because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.
MY Father Income
Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future
My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.
As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better.ย She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream.ย But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.
When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war.ย Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work.ย Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.
We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives.ย We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.
As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.
Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, forย we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.
Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.
I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.
Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: myโฆ Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa
All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed
Verified by :
โญ๏ธ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)
โญ๏ธ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof
Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive๐ฅน๐
Hello, I am Asmaa - a young soul with a heart full of flexibility and a spirit that does not back down in the face of challenges.๐๐๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ๐๐
In the bustling world, amidst the chaos and uncertainties, let me introduce โฆ Asmaa Majed needs your support for Help Asmaa to continue scho
Suffering in obtaining food and how to prepare food in light of the lack of the most basic necessities of life๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ๐๐
The suffering of displacement and living in tents after the destruction of the house, my father losing his job, and the difficulty of life in tents, as if living in a heat oven.๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐๐
Destroying all features of life in Gaza and destroying the university is a loss of passion in achieving my dream๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ
I ask you to help donate, spread the campaign link, and support the page in order to identify lifeโs difficulties and provide the simplest things of daily life, such as eating and drinking
Hello my dears! I, Asmaa, ask you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. ๐ I am now in desperate need of your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place, both in terms of living standards and souls. I need your financial support so that I can get the basic needs of my family. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. And reblog. The campaign is going very slowly. ๐๐๐
Hello, Asmaa!
I cannot donate myself, as I am a minor with a limited financial standing, but your post will be reblogged on my page for others to interact with and help you.
My condolences to your losses, and may your family and yourself stay safe in such times.
Hi,
I hope you're doing well.
I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them.
Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. ๐ Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like.
Our campaign has been verified โญ๏ธ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with โญ๏ธ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet.
From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.
Hello, Haya!
I cannot donate myself, as I am a minor with a limited financial standing, but your post will be reblogged on my page for others to interact with and help you.
My condolences to your losses, and may your family and yourself stay safe in such times.
Iโm reaching out with a heavy heart. My family is in dire need, and I am desperate to make their story heard. The harsh reality of war and suffering has brought us to the brink of despair. Your support, whether through sharing my blog post or making a donation, could be the lifeline we desperately need๐๐๐๐.
Every bit of help can make a significant difference and potentially save lives. From the depths of my heart, I thank you for any assistance you can provide.๐๐๐
With deepest gratitude,
Hello, Bilal!
I cannot donate myself, as I am a minor with a limited financial standing, but your post will be reblogged on my page for others to interact with and help you.
My condolences to your losses, and may your family and yourself stay safe in such times.
I am Amina from Gaza๐ต๐ธ, a mother of three children.Nase๐Adam๐and Braa๐ I come to you with a heart exhausted by war and injustice, with the heart of a mother who is in pain for the condition of her children๐ฅบ. They live in extremely poor conditions because of the war. No food, no medicine. We live in a tent under the scorching sun.๐ค๐ช Have mercy on our condition and donate even something simple for my children.๐ The simplest thing makes us happy, or help me publish through the pinned post on my account๐ฌ. I hope you will not let me down, because I can no longer bear it. You are my last hope. Thank you to everyone who contributed and helped me๐ซ. Amina Yasserโค๏ธโ๐ฉน
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https://gofund.me/79676057
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Hello, Ameena!
I cannot donate myself, as I am a minor with a limited financial standing, but your post will be reblogged on my page for others to interact with and help you.
My condolences to your losses, and may your family and yourself stay safe in such times.
