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During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.
It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.
That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.
I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.
One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.
My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.
I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.
I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.
All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.
None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.
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Help Wafaa, Mohi, and Fidaa!
This is Mohi: the brother of @wafaaresh. Both of their gofundme's are hosted by a friend in Baltimore, and both accounts have been vetted. Mohi is only 23 and is currently suffering from malnutrition and hepatitis due to the current bombardment of Gaza. Their mother suffers from chronic illnesses that they cannot find treatment or urgently needed surgery for. They lack access to food and clean, drinkable water.
As I write this, not even a third of his goal of 31,000 dollars has been reached, and Wafaa's goal of 100,000 has a mere tenth raised. They both lost their home, a good chunk of their family, and have been displaced over 10 times.
The high in Gaza is nearly 90 Fahrenheit for the next week, with 70% humidity. There is no shade. There is no drinkable water. Aid is being blocked from entering.
This is Wafa's new gofundme.
Note: She had to make a new campaign after issues with the old one. There are barely any donations at the moment.
Wafa is 29 and reached out to me to ask me to boost her campaign, and since I cannot donate, I am making this post to promote both her and her brother's fundraisers.
They are both young adults who had so many ambitions and hopes before the attacks began. And there is still hope for them to escape live freely, like every human deserves to live.
If you are able to spare a few bucks, even a donation of 5 or 10 dollars helps. I hope this post finds people who are able to donate. Nobody deserves to live like this.
(I recently learned of their sister, Fidaa. I will continue editing this post if I find gofundme's for other family members, so people don't have to wade through a million different reblogs to find them.)
This is Fidaa @fidaa-family2 , she is Wafaa and Mohi's sister. She is 29 and a mother of 2: Sila, her 2 year old, and Muhammed Amr, who is only 2 months old. Imagine going through this trauma at 2 years old, imagine going through this at 2 months old. Imagine giving birth in these conditions, where the healthcare system has been so destroyed they cannot even count the dead. It's unimaginable for many of us, but for them, it is their daily life.
They live in Mawasi Khan Younis, South of Gaza. She and her children are malnourished and have little to no access to medicine, especially what is necessary post-partum, let alone necessary for a malnourished baby!
She has raised a little over a third of her 10,000 dollar goal.
If this post reaches enough people who can and do donate, their family can live freely. No bombs, no disease, no thirst, no hunger. Their children can grow up happily, the way all children should. And I do believe that it is possible.
Again, please donate if it is at all possible. No donation is too small, nor too big. Everything counts.
**I'd like to add a note here not about the family, but about Palestine and Israel. I am not versed enough to decide whether there should be a two state solution, one state and which one, whatever. I'm 15, my opinions do not do jack shit. All I will say is innocent people are dying just for being palestinian and I'm against that.
I also know the current pro palestine movement has a major problem with antisemitism, which I previously engaged with due to ignorance and ignoring dogwhistles. I have since learned and am working to avoid doing so again, as I know I shared harmful content in an attempt to uplift a separate group, and that was wrong of me.
For now, all I can really say is Palestinians don't deserve to die, the IDF has committed war crimes, and that is not the fault of Jewish people. It's the fault of the Israeli government and military, not the citizens or people of the same ethnicity or religion. I won't tolerate bigotry towards either group on my page.**
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can you help me with the funds to get out of this house or at least get a car and the necessary classes to use it so i can go to work and escape if i need to? If you can please read ahead.
it is time sensitive, but i don't know how much time i even have.
i'm living in america as a disabled chronically ill transmasc thing in my mid 20's and i am choosing not to publically disclose any of my names. ive been living with an abusive family my entire life and it's getting worse. that really doesn't even begin to encapsulate what is going on lately. over the past several months i have attempted to overdose several times.
i'm coming home to violence and the impending threat of homelessness while trying to hold down a job my body can barely handle and while suspecting that i have frontal lobe epilepsy after having a really fucked up episode of seizures earlier this year that are still affecting me, it is not tenable. i don't feel comfortable going much further into details other than saying: i am watching one of my parents dying (possibly from cancer) and becoming more volatile & abusive.
death is in my future no matter how far i get away from here and i'm coming to accept it. i can't accept not having any autonomy in the face of death.
i really shouldn't drive but i have no choice. i need to at least be able to carry myself where i need to go, alone, without people who just use me in one way or another. i can no longer bank anything on the person who drives me to work being alive in a few months time either.
my job is not pulling in enough money to help me get a vehicle while also paying for rent and evrything else. i have set a goal at 8,500 USD.
i urge you to please reblog this, send it to whoever you want. if 500 people each sent in just 20 dollars that would put me beyond my goal. even if you can only do 5 or 10, it always matters. 🤍
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one piece smau: misc. edition
— miscellaneous :P probably pt.1 bc this is so fun to dooooo
— no romantic pairings, just the strawhats being cutie friends, male reader!!!
ー idk if the formatting is weird on desktop bc i did this all on my mobile 😭😭😭
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-> ._.[name]: luffy is recycling, recycling is good for the enviornment!!! be like luffy <3
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dni_nami: who on earth would want to be like that idiot ???
-> roro.zoro: no bc shes right
-> ._.[name]: you guys r so mean 😭😭
dr.law: im surprised there arent more bottles, u guys had the whole block awake....
-> freeluffy: we had to make five trips :DDD
-> ttchopper: FIVE TRIPS?????
-> dr.law: and when your guys' livers fail ill b there to laugh
-> ._.[name]: actin like u werent sneakin in shots of vodka :/// alright buddyyyyy
-> uso_pp: LMFOAOAO
-> SUPERCOLA: u jus got exposed
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uso_pp: im beggin yall to stop getting into drinking contests w zoro and nami
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._.[name]: naw trust next time i got em
-> uso_pp: didnt u say ts last time???
-> dni_nami: the fact he keeps thinking hes gonna win is crazy
-> ._.[name]: imma win back all my money
-> uso_pp: AND YOU BET MONEY??? ur gonna b in eternal debt [name]
princesanji: my beautiful nami is always coming out on top 😻😻😻
-> ._.[name]: who r u ???
-> princesanji: i dont interact w losers
-> dni_nami: sanji, ur the reason my username is what it is please do not test me rn
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robinkills: nami and i showing sanji and [name] who exactly they gotta jump
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dni_nami: skank ass bitches invading a party that our friend is throwing jus to talk shit is crazy
-> ._.[name]: glad we took em outside 😋
-> princesanji: ILL FIGHT TO PROTECT YOUR REPUTATION MY QUEENS NAMI AND ROBIN - NO ONE WILL EVER DEFAME YOUR NAME IN FRONT OF ME EVER AGAIN
-> ._.[name]: one time ill agree w sanji on smth
freeluffy: no fair i wanted to come :(((
-> dni_nami: the pouting at not being involved in a fight is crazy
-> boahancock: my beautiful boy luffy i have many people you can have the pleasure of taking care of 🥰🥰🥰
uso_pp: their stupid ass bfs thinkin they stood a chance against sanji AND [name] was hilarious nglll
-> robinkills: it was over before it even started
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princesanji: someone donate this brokeass some money so he can buy his own packs
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._.[name]: HOW MANY OF MY LIGHTERS HAVE YOU STOLEN??? this is compensation
-> princesanji: stop lying i didnt steal shit from u
-> ._.[name]: I SAW MY ZIPPO ON YOUR NIGHTSTAND U FUCKING LIARR
ttchopper: smoking isnt good for u [name] :((
-> ._.[name]: suddenly i no longer like cigarettes
-> ttchopper: :DDD
-> roro.zoro: walked like a dog.
-> ._.[name]: ur just mad cuz chopper actually likes me
-> roro.zoro: im gonna kill u
-> dni_nami: chopper doesnt like either of u pls stfu
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._.[name]: my hearts <333
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portgasace: YALL SEE THIS im [name]'s favorite u wish u were me
-> freeluffy: i think [name] likes me the most, sorry ace!!!
-> portgasace: im beggin u to shut the fuck up
-> freeluffy: ur jus mad cus im right :DD
uso_pp: i wanna see a fight between these two over [name]
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-> ._.[name]: u jus wanna see a fight mf shut up 😭😭😭
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._.[name]: DAMNN PAPI ZORO GIVE ME ONE SHOT PLSLSSS 🤤🤤
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roro.zoro: we r never going to the gym tgt ever again im sick of ur bullshit
-> ._.[name]: can u pls come home and meet my parents i told them all abt us 🥺🥺
-> roro.zoro: i hope u die in a fire
uso_pp: unexpected couple of 2023 😱😱😱
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._.[name]: he looks soo fionneneee
-> dni_nami: pls stop thirsting for zoro on ur main at least take it to the finsta [name] i cant stand this any longer
-> roro.zoro: how abt he jus stops in general???
-> ._.[name]: ur ltr in love w me stop being so obsessed in replying to my comments zoro 🙄🙄
-> roro.zoro: unlock ur apartment door im outside
-> ._.[name]: i feel unsafe.
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hi guys
some might remember i have a cat, an old gentleman named Mikuś. unfortunately with this age - the illness was about to happen sooner or later. i would prefer slower if i could choose. unfortunately thats not how life works and i had to watch my baby getting worse and worse within days. its serious since Mikuś is refusing to eat right now and lost 1/4 of his weight.
we still dont know what this is, we are checking what we can but i cant exclude cancer. its really hard to me right now, especially mentally because Mikuś is 20 which means, as you can probably guess, he was with me not only his whole life but also my whole life. he has been my lifeline for a big part of it as well. i am staying hopeful for the best outcome.
if you would like to help financially i will be grateful for you forever ever ever ever. even if you can send minimal amount and you think it wont change anything - it will, i promise, you can be a reason why he eats today. all money will go to pay for vet visits, medical exams, medicine and transport. im also fine with showing proof in dms of what i paid for if anyone want so see it. the goal right now is set based on what i already spend plus what else can happen this week but any, really any help will be appreciated, even if its just a reblog.
KO-FI LINK
also i will draw you what you want with pleasure. you can literally use this as commissions. i didnt have time (or peace of mind) to prepare price sheet but any donation above 100$ means fully rendered piece of your choosing with background. examples 1 and 2. ill start as soon as i feel better. dm me and we can talk through what you want
i dont know what else i can say. kiss your pet from me, and thank you for any support and kind messages. its going to be hard for me so please be patient
photo of Mikuś breadloafing in the vet office today
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chapter 4 | river of fire | d.t x reader x r.t
series masterlist | main masterlist | previously
a/n: so a major fuck up on my end, I had updated a chapter on ao3 but didn’t on tumblr so I wrote two chapter fives, that has been corrected to the time line. So sorry!
synopsis: the matter of visery’s marriage looms in the air when Daemon swoops in to cause more chaos and steals his late nephew’s egg
“The lanterns in the sky were beautiful, just two but against the dark sky they were everything. Rhaenyra will find peace, I pray she does, no matter how many burning hot baths and curt words she throws my way. She is there, angry and afraid. She is me at seven, I could hold her and tell her everything will be better I cannot. I can merely tell her that I shall love her always, I will be with her always.”
After many quarrels on Rhaenyra’s part, she had finally earned a seat on the Small Council and you have been tasked with a new job. The King’s Cupbearer. Most of the time you tried not to break into a fit of ill-concealed giggles if you met Nyra’s eyes. It was insightful for sure, you made Rhaenyra do your bidding once or twice, men for a clothing donation run and a few sanctions for diverse agricultural trades. You wanted jasmine seeds without spending nearly half of your pin money to do so.
Rhaenyra had been aloof for most of it, growing more defiant— it was adorable and yet concerning; she was dealing with her grief as best she could, for it had only been just more than half a year since Aemma passed. Though Daemon being dismissed from the court might have had a role in catalysing her loneliness, sure you were there, her love that she would kiss goodnight and unabashedly embrace at all hours of the day but perhaps only a dragon could understand a dragon.
“Why did you have to say it! Why!” Rhaenyra scolded Daemon. “You will be gone now too.”
“ The Heir for A Day. ” You oddly understood the humour behind it. You believed not that he had ill intentions when saying it so, but perhaps your admiration for him was so thick you couldn’t see past it.
Even Syrax grew petulant, refusing to hunt for herself, she grew fluffy around the edges but adorable nonetheless, she doesn’t waft her nostrils at you anymore. You would like to think the yellow dragon is friends with you now, however, you do not wish to stick your hand in its mouth to test out the theory.
The latest rumble, however, one only spoken without your or Rhaenyra’s presence was the matter of Viserys finding a new queen for himself. Barely half a year and attempts of forever shrouding Aemma already had set afoot, it is expected of him even with Rhaenyra as his heir, the prospect of a son would forever loom over the high towers of the Red Keep. The lords would like to believe that the lot of you were stupid enough to not realise but Nyra had already scoffed about the prospect of having a stepmother, she’d support her father but such warmth might never extend to her new mother.
“ What ?” You and Rhaenyra exclaim in unison, brows pulled as you drop your current activities to question your aunt, a sense of vile premonition crawled onto your skin as your eyes blew wide.
Oberya had been summoned by the Small Council along with Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, all the women at court and they found it appropriate to paw around the home, though she suggested that the notion of marriage was brought upon by Lord Corlys to present his daughter’s hand in marriage to Viserys– poor Laena, but your name was dragged to the battlefield by Lord Lyonel to contest Otto Hightower’s complains of Laena’s age. Offering you, an auspicious and elder match, elder match by a year and un-flowered. You are but fresh thirteen, he is at least two decades older if not more. Another horrid chill shrivels down your back.
Beyond all that was said, you could feel Rhaenyra’s gaze bore holes in your face, she knew this day would come but not you, the thought so wildly macabre that the possibility hadn’t even graced her nightmares in the past five moons.
“And?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice sounding far more curt than she intended. You turned to her, widening your eyes at her tone towards your aunt, she shook her head still replying to an answer.
“The decision is up to you, they have written to Qoren but I doubt he’d say any differently.”
“No! I’m not marrying Viserys.” You say mildly repulsed, Hands flailing as you push your needlepoint patch away, a shrill shiver running down your spine.
“Then that’s that.” Rhaenyra sharply nodded, coming to sit next to you. Yanking your face towards her and pecking your lips, it wasn’t an affectionate gesture but one to seal your decision for good.
Oberya coughed, eyebrows raised “Still here, darlings.”
You smiled at her apologetically, “You are sure Qoren wouldn’t write otherwise?”
“Oh-“ she rolls her eyes “have some faith in your brother will you?” She scolds, finding your mistrust in him still unbecoming.
“And write to him, will you. It’s been months dærya,” she points out before turning to leave, shaking her head once again at Rhaenyra who was clinging to you like a milk-hungry babe.
You shook Rhaenyra off you, it was far too warm to have her clung to your back. Now all you could think of was Laena , Rhaenys would have thoroughly prepared her for this, you were trying to find some bright light within such a prospect but you couldn’t. Viserys was a wise king and a wonderful warden to you, but he was nothing like the knights in the books you and Laena shared, not by a far shot.
“How could they do this? To Laena.” You shook your head, sinking further into the chaise and resting your palms on your belly.
Such marriages weren’t unheard of but you had believed Lord Corlys to be more of the progressive sort. He never found differences between Laenor and Laena and raised them alike but to now thrust Laena up for the position to marry Viserys all for…power? Title?
“It is for Rhaenys,” Rhaenyra mumbles, “if not his wife then his blood.” She sounded bitter.
You frowned at her, sitting up to clasp her shoulder with the fire of heavy disagreement burning in your heart.
“You are his heir, you. Not some child he currently does not have. He wouldn’t choose another.”
“How it could be, duck.”
“Nyra?” You frown, this time climbing on top of her to make her look at you. “You are his heir.”
“He barely talks to me, you think I’m his heir?” She snaps, pushing you off her. She grunts. “Not once has my input held any weight in his court, you’re young, it isn’t your place. I am his heir as a stowaway. The day one of those wh— women birth him a son. I’d be nothing again.”
Therein lay the truth, the subject that had her irked so, you saw it in the folds of her frown but never understood it fully. Septa Marlow had hushed Rhaenyra thrice on the topic but couldn’t punish as she saw fit because Rhaenyra was now the heir. There never had been such strife about successions when it came to you, your brother inherited the seat while you were a pawn for political alliances, it made perfect sense but this, to be the only child in many dead.
“Have you spoken to him about this?” You calmly said, trying to ease her turmoil as you reach for her pacing frame.
“I would sooner die.”
You would have opened your mouth to say something incongruous, something that you were sure would do nothing to fix the situation but what were you to do. Sit here and let Rhaenyra drown in whatever turmoil was boiling within her? You were three and ten but many days you couldn’t see beyond the frivolities of court, the games— what games ? Beyond the simpering ladies, and the brooding knights, what games were there to play beyond blindly chasing each other in the courtyard.
Sona interrupted your line of thought as she approached with a tray of tea for the lot of you and a stash of letters in her hands, Enora too followed suit, eyeing Rhaenyra's sour look as she presented her with her letters.
“Would you know where Lady Laena is?” You asked Sona as she poured you tea, she looked to Enora and then stood straight.
“Promenading, princess.” She replied.
You perked up, looking at Rhaenyra with a performative smile “We could use one too, couldn’t we Nyra, pick some flowers— perhaps visit Syrax?”
“I— she is with the King, princess,” Enora added, making Rhaenyra turn to her and sharply place her stash of letters on the chaise.
“Leave us!” She barks, pacing even harder now.
You looked at them apologetically as you took the teapot from Sona’s hands. “Stay close please.” You whispered.
“What fortune, even if I wanted to hate her I cannot.” Rhaenyra rants, picking at her sleeves. “He will always be the king won’t he, always the king before my father.”
You sorrowfully nodded. “I’m here with you, I’ll always be your lady before anything.” You sheepishly smile.
Rhaenyra’s curt resolution cracks for a moment as her lips curl upwards, and she yet again flops down next to you.
“I love you,” she mumbles, words like honey, you blush, nodding before kissing her cheek. She sighs even harder before resting her head on your shoulder.
The matter of Viserys nuptials was still in the air, every time you’d make rounds filling cups of the men in his court, somebody would bring it up, it went on for an entire moon and you could see it weighing down on the King’s shoulders. He was so beyond the need to talk about it, he barely spoke when Nyra and you would take meals with him. You saw it as his vice but Nyra, it wedged a further divide between her and her father. Even Alicent believed otherwise when she would accompany you in the gardens or to the markets.
Somehow, perhaps that Alicent was older, she had far wiser words, once laced in her faith as she consoled Rhaenyra. Every word with meaning and understanding she was stitching the gashes within Rhaenyra, you were thankful for it— Nyra wasn’t so pouty anymore. Though sometimes you missed Alicent, you were sure with her growing up her father would have thrust more ladylike duties in her lap, she couldn’t join your expeditions in finding shiny bugs or artisan rocks anymore.
“Go on, say it.” Rhaenyra shakes you by the shoulders.
“She won’t listen.” You rebut, shaking your head and cowering behind Rhaenyra, still small enough to hide behind her shoulders, you peek through looking at Syrax eyeing the sheep.
“Oh come on, roll your tongue on the ‘r’ and command her.” She insists.
“ Dr — Rhaenyra I can’t.” You whine, looking at the poor sheep, it wasn’t even shaved. Does Syrax eat the wool too? That doesn’t sound appetising.
She turns to you, squishing your cheeks within her palms and boring her purple eyes into your soul. “She is hungry, now you say it. Or I will make you ride on her.”
“There is a dragon in you, uncle said it and I believe him.”
“Rhaenyra, I wasn’t even given an egg and my mother wanted nothing to do with them.” You huffed, reiterating again.
“But look how well you do around them!” Rhaenyra whines.
“Say it or we go riding— and I sleep alone tonight!”
Your eyes widen, horrified you turn to Syrax “ Dracarys .” You say quickly and meekly.
Syrax turns her giant head to her rider, unused to taking orders from anything small that wasn’t Rhaenyra, she nods to her mount. The yellow beast wastes no time and blasts dragon fire onto the sheep, the poor thing doesn’t even get a moment to bleat its end before it gets cooked, you pout at where the fluffy animal stood. Rest well, sheep.
Rhaenyra watched Syrax feast on her supper as you looked around the dark stone cave.
“Nyra?” You pull on her arm, “can I go see the baby dragons?”
She bothers not to look at you and nods, knowing you'll be safe in the hands of the Dragonkeepers. She looks to Oalth, a newly appointed, young dragon keeper and orders him to take you to the nursery.
You pad along behind him, following his glowing silhouette from the fire torch in his hand as he leads you to the nursery.
“Watch your step princess,” he cautions, holding your hand as you climb up the steep stone-carved steps.
The nursery is well lit, mostly for the comfort of the Dragonkeepers but also to not have any of the little hellions wiggle away from this part of the cave, a giant hearth is lit with many dragon eggs laying around its edges, eggs of gold, purple, red and blues. Some small and some big, all waiting to hatch one day in the cradle of their riders or perhaps in the glowing embers of the hearth, their magic swirling within the membranes of the egg, forever keeping them alive and warm.
This summer there had been eight dragons that hatched, without riders they almost never survive, and if they do they never stay here, choosing to live their lives as wild dragons at Dragonstone, or perhaps wherever their hearts pleased.
“Here they are,” Oalth huffs as he moves out of your way.
Four little dragons looked much like lizards curled against one another. Little rocks used as cushioning to rest their heavy tails upon. They looked frail, breakable to touch. Oalth broke into a smile, bending down to let a finger trace down the orange dragon’s tail, they roused flopping over to him, expecting food most likely.
“I thought there were six?” You pulled your skirts up to stop one from trotting itself under you.
He looked to you apologetically, the answer being only one. They didn’t survive .
“Who’s eggs?”
“Dreamfyre, her eggs hatch but rarely live past the year.”
You tut, letting the orange little guy climb up your arm, smiling at the little thing. Orange body with bright red membranes, you could see it in the green of its eyes, it was strong.
“She is a fighter,” Oalth muses, smiling at the dragon finding adventure in climbing your skirts.
“She? How can you tell?”
“Intuition, we won’t know until she is grown but she has the fury of a she-dragon.” He says, minding the other little dragons.
“Quba konīr iksis,” a dragon keeper pokes his head through the entrance, hissing at Oalth in Valyrian, a foreign song to your ears. Oalth’s shoulders immediately stiffen.
“Stay here, princess.” He cautions as he grabs his dragon glass spear, rushing behind the other keeper.
You frown at him leaving but return your attention to the little creature now sniffing your ear. You gently pick her up by pinching together her wings and dropping her onto your palm.
“You’re a girl huh? Of course, you are, look at you.” You whisper, watching her walk in circles in your palms and plop down. “No boy dragon is this pretty.”
Oalth was right, even in her frailty there was something about her, a will to fly, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Just like the one Rhaenyra has when she finds some way to bother Septa Marlow.
“You will live.” You tell her “Grow ginormous and el— elegant, eat sheep and fly as high as you want.”
“ Dracarys .” You smile at her, already envisioning her pale orange body to be a beacon of the Sun goddess once she is grown, whatever rider would claim her would surely be an eccentric embodiment of her.
A swift shuffle however tears you from your gaze for adoration, you flinch, turning your head over your shoulder and looking around the nursery to find the intruder.
And found you did.
There stood Daemon, a shabby cloak pulled down, his glowing silver hair much longer and his charming smirk greeting you.
“Playing with fire, are you, little viper?” He asks with a smug grin on his lips.
“Daemon?” You chide, looking around the room once more before turning to him.
There was a small burst of joy in your chest, you missed him dearly, however, he shouldn’t have been here. He was banished from King’s Landing, if anyone knew he would be in so so much trouble.
“You shouldn't be here!” You hiss, placing the baby dragon back by its sibling.
“Pretty one you’ve picked, princess” he deflects, pushing himself away from the wall he leaned against.
You turn to the orange dragon, “She won’t make it they say.” You lament, so quickly forgetting how dangerous Daemon's little visit is.
He hums, approaching you to set his eyes on the dragon. “Name it.”
“I cannot do that?” You look up at him, eyes wide and shaking your head.
“Can you not speak?” His sarcasm doesn’t miss your ears as you tut.
“I'm a Martell.” You state the obvious, wondering if in the eight moons he had spent away from home, he had returned without his sanity.
He faux gasps “What would Daenerys say?”
A pang of guilt hit your chest, you looked nothing like your mother, so accustomed to your dark features you often forgot that there was dragon blood within you.
“I— she won’t make it anyways.” You shake your head, still looking at the dragon napping away.
“Name, princess.”
“Agni…?” You look up at him but flinch once more when this time Oalth comes back to receive you.
Daemon swiftly ducks behind the wall again, as you look at the young dragonkeeper.
“Your wheelhouse is here, the princess calls for you.”
You couldn’t shake off meeting Daemon again, how were you to keep such a secret in your stomach? He was here, he broke the king’s rules — not surprising at all but still, you were a part of whatever his plot was now. Your skin prickled in goosebumps as you made the rounds filling half-empty cups around the Small Council table. Lord Corlys as usual, stopped you from filling his, you would have insisted on just skipping him over but Septa Marlow said it wasn’t proper.
It was the day after and you still rose with such tussled movement within you, did he hurt someone, burn something, do people know you saw him but said nothing— bad girl? You nervously finished your rounds and set down the jug on the table before turning towards the meeting.
The doors opened to the Elder Dragonkeeper using his cane to bow and enter the council room, bile coated the insides of your mouth. You were in so much trouble.
You turned the other way, hearing the Elder speaking in Valyrian, damn you, you patiently listened for anything that might sound like your name, the syllables or the word dārilaros .
“Dārilaros,”
Mother Rhyone, don’t let it be me.
“Daemon sikio sīdas, eglivivys aōhys.” The Elder declared.
The room grew silent, as you turned around, mayhaps you weren’t in trouble at all. He didn’t take your name. You appeared confused at why Rhaenyra appeared angry, you thought she’d be happy to hear the return of her favourite uncle.
“Skorior drōmon Daemon laēttas?” Rhaenyra’s words sounded like a question.
“Dārilaros Baelon iderēptā se Drōmon Ēdrurzo iles rūs.”
Your head turns to Viserys and back to Rhaenyra to try and understand what has happened, but Viserys stands abruptly. Storming out of the rooms with Otto heavy on his heels along with Ser Westerling and the Kingsgaurd. Rhaenyra follows suit in the other direction, running up to her rooms.
The other lords shuffled up, Lord Beesbury and Lord Lyonel left the rooms next, leaving Lord Corlys to sigh and look at your rigid but confused form.
“You ought to return to the gardens girl,” he called out, breaking you out of your bewildered trance. “The jasmine, have they grown?”
“What has happened?” You blurted out. Looking at him this time.
“Prince Daemon has happened, an egg and a hatchling missing.” He shook his head.
You rushed out of the Small Council this tip, taking two steps as you rushed up Maegor’s Holdfast to your apartments. Daemon had once again shot an arrow straight at an already gaping open wound, you only worried about what Rhaenyra might do this time for she couldn’t just beat her fists on Daemon’s chest this time.
When you burst through her chambers she was already gone, the yellow gown she was wearing earlier discarded on her bed and her gloves and dagger gone. You groaned, falling onto her bed, wondering what trouble Rhaenyra was going to find herself this time, instead, you found a small rolled-up parchment along with her clothes.
“ I’ll return soon.”
You could cry from how frustrated and scared you were, why is it that these two always seemed to drag you into impermissible situations, where you must lie for them. You would again be in such trouble.
You paced back and forth at least a hundred times, your feet could have walked to Winterfell and back from how hard and how long you had been pacing, looking out to the setting sun and waiting for Rhaenyra to return home.
Every time a crow or pigeon flew by, you wondered if it was her. Come back, come back you insolent lover of mine.
“Princess?” Sona stood in your receiving chambers with an evening gown in hand, “it is time for supper soon.”
Supper with the king, my death.
Even dressed for supper in a longer gown, you began pacing once more, your boots thudding against the stone floor. Coming up with possible excuses you could give on Rhaenyra’s behalf, feverish, loss of appetite, poor absolutions— uh mayhap not.
When the sun just touched the horizon you began walking towards Viserys’s chambers, mumbling reasoning under your breath as Ser Darklyn followed behind you, he had been fed the story of Rhaenyra being tired, now you needed an elaboration. A sticky narrative with no questions, Ser Darklyn knocked on your behalf and then you were let in.
“Your grace.” You curtsied, waiting for him to receive you.
“Ah, come— come.” Viserys looked up from his pumice stone city.
“You’ve added another layer?” You ask the work was truly beautiful, with more cravings of dragons around the edges of the main wall.
“The Ānōgron, which is?” He quizzed.
“The blood mages workshops?”
He smiled, nodding at you.
“It is beautiful, my king.” You complimented, gently tracing your finger along its edge.
“Where is Rhaenyra?” He muses, still craving away with his dagger.
“She is feeling unwell, she had her supper early and chose to rest for a while.” You say quickly, toying with your fingers.
“Unwell? Pah, I didn’t think the matter with the egg would bother her so deeply.” he shook his head, wiping the tip of his dagger on a cloth. “Has Mellos looked at her?”
“I wouldn’t know, your grace. I spent the evening in the gardens.” Another lie. You twist the rings on your fingers even harder.
You awkwardly begin to walk towards the already set table for three, the aromas of deliciousness filling your nostrils, beyond everything today, you were starving for sure. Just as you settled yourself in, waiting for Viserys to join. The doors to his room opened once more with an attendant stepping in.
“The Princess has returned from Dragonstone.”
Viserys turns to you, eyes squint as he questioningly takes your name once more, your shoulders slumping in defeat and you glaring holes into the back of the attendant walking away.
You sat slowly eating your supper as echoes of arguing bustled from the antechamber, first, you would hear Viserys scold Rhaenyra, and then she would scream back in a rebuttal. It went on for several minutes, you finished your goose by then. Flinching every now and then whenever their voices would boom from the other chamber.
Eventually, everything went quiet, you wondered if this is what those two needed to finally have a proper conversation, one not laced with court propriety but one of a father and his daughter. You could still hear him speaking, and then her speaking. Softly, a fight grew to an endearing conversation by the time you began feasting on the lemon cakes. You slouched against the chair, this time sipping on— or trying to sip on some strong wine, which by all means tasted vile.
The doors then opened, and you abruptly sat straight, wiping the corners of your mouth and sheepishly looking at Rhaenyra. Both of them looked gleeful as they walked toward you.
“You alright sweetheart, you look ill,” Rhaenyra took a seat next to you.
You frowned this time, whisper hissing at her as you smack her thigh, hard. “I lied to the king for you, the king !”
Viserys then called for you. “Usually my court would have liars gelded, but I seem to have hordes of parchment to get through. Up before the Hour of the Rabbit, a King’s Cupbearer must not be late.”
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I will preface this post by saying two things: I am really, REALLY hard to anger and I am normally very much against call out culture, because I feel like publicly addressing someone in this fashion leads nowhere, but I will make an exception this one time, because I lose my patience when people attack my friends and this is exactly what has been happening. I will not stand for this. I will put the rest of this under a cut and apologize in advance for polluting your dash with negativity, because I personally hate this too, but this needs to stop, NOW and since no one else is speaking up, I will do it!
Leah, Anna, Angelika, whatever the hell your name my be, because you change it constantly, this needs to stop! I am addressing you personally, because we have surpassed the point of vague posting. You have crossed more lines than I can count and I am SO DONE with your behavior. It is hard to get me to this point, but you have managed to make me so livid, that we're here now and this needs to STOP. Not only have you scammed half the hotd fandom out of money in the most ridiculous ways by making one donation post after the other with various claims, but you were also not very careful with your many lies. I will have enough decency not to talk about them here at length but please know that if your vile behavior continues, I have proof of all the bullshit lies you told and all the shady things you did and I will NOT be nice enough again to keep them out of the public eye.
Lying and scamming is one line you crossed but sucicide baiting people and then when this didn't garner the attention you wanted making another 'goodbye' post in which you basically attack my friends blaming them for your decision to supposedly ending your life? That is one too many steps over lines and boundaries and I cannot stand for this. Also once again you lied in that post. You never asked Daze for money??? I have screenshot proof that you did, so PLEASE for the love of everything that is fair, shut up and leave everyone alone. I am sorry to say this, but once again it is VERY suspicious that you only posted your heartfelt goodbye messages on platforms Daze could see. Coincidence, isn't it? That she confronted you with your lies privately and then this is the escalation of it? Were you scared that all of your lies would unravel? Perhaps, given this is not the first fandom in which you have done this. I am not someone who lightly discredits people who are desperate enough to end their lives, but I don't believe you a single word anymore. You made the first post about it, then nothing happened and it gained no traction, then the second, just like you did with all of your fundraiser posts. As soon as you didn't garner the attention and traction you wanted, you just upped the dramatics. Aber wie man so schön hier in Deutschland sagt: wer ein Mal lügt, dem glaubt man nicht!
I have absolutely no doubt that you are severely mentally ill and I hope that you get the help you need, I truly do, because no person in their right mind would ever do the things you did. I don't care if you attack me, or if you go behind my back and talk shit, because I know who is in the right here and it's not you. Mind you, neither one of us - and there's more than just the three of us you know of - would have ever made this public. We would have let this fizzle out and you get your head straight, but you had to cross yet another line. I am disgusted by what you have said and done in order to guilt trip my friends, who were nothing but kind to you, until they started to notice all the lies and weird things you told them and confronted you.
Sadly I have seen many people like you in the rp world, who will lie and live at the expense of good, honest people who want to do good in the world and help others in need. If you take anything from this, please consider how damaging your behavior has been. You might have gained a shit ton of money for free, others are traumatized by what you have done. I don't care about what you do from here on, I just hope you get professional help for whatever has led you down this path and come to see the error of your ways. Should you ever shade, attack, or even mention my friends, the next post will not be so comparably friendly anymore. Lass es dir gesagt sein Leah, du willst wirklich nicht, dass wir alles was wir gegen dich gesammelt haben öffentlich stellen. Also tu uns und dir den Gefallen und verschwinde aus dem Fandom, oder zumindest unserem Dunstkreis, denn dich will ich definitiv nicht mehr sehen hier. And to everyone else who read this: I am sorry if you have been affected by this too. Please feel free to reach out if you want to talk. And if you should choose to unfollow me for this post, I will have no hard feelings. Had this been me in the center of all of this, I wouldn't have said anything. But if you attack my friends, it's on sight.
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anonymous asked: Can you… write Blade getting hor knee for Kafka when he’s Mara-struck?
i absolutely can <3
there is no obligation to send any tips but if you feel like passing on a good deed, my kofi is https://ko-fi.com/idolelysia
cw: nsfw
"Bladie," Kafka's eyes are wide, and she's trying her best not to let on that she's enjoying this. "Your strength surprises me more every day."
He's different. Usually, she can gain control over him with just the slightest command, her spirit whisper only giving him the push over the edge that he needs before he comes back to himself, but this... Blade is resisting that pull. And he's taking that energy out on Kafka, and she sure as hell isn't going to strain herself to put a stop to it. It's not her fault that she enjoyed the feeling of the rough, scarred hands that once belonged to a uniquely talented crafter of weapons on her shoulders. Blade shoving her against the wall and pinning her there, his eyes darkening, a smirk spreading across his face as he pressed his crotch against Kafka's thigh and heard her gasp at the feeling of his cock, hard, throbbing - he's hungry. He needs her.
"Do. Your. Worst."
She punctuates each word with a pause, her lips parted, running her tongue along them and watching as Blade's gaze followed it. "Submit to me, Kafka," he says.
It's a risk. But she has enough faith in her abilities to know she'll be able to regain control over him and soothe the ill effects of the mara once they're done - she's just cocky enough to not feel fear.
"Please, Bladie," she blinks, shrugging her shoulders so that he can release his grip just long enough for her to let her coat fall to the ground. "Make me yours."
A switch is flipped; Blade grabs her and buries his face into her neck, sucking and biting, intent on leaving his mark, on finding out how loud he could make her scream. It's new for Kafka, to not be in control, but she wants this - so, in a way, she still is. She leans her head back and gives him what he needs, the more she yelps and moans his name and digs her nails into his back; the harder he goes in on her.
His hands trail to her button-down shirt, and he pulls away from her now purple and red neck to watch as he rips it open, his strength popping each plastic fastener and sending them flying. Blade can feel himself begin to salivate, like an animal hunting its prey, at the sight of Kafka's chest, her tits pushed up by a translucent maroon bra. He cups them through the fabric first, and Kafka looks down, too, burning the image of his gorgeous hands on her into her mind.
Impatient as she is, Kafka then reaches behind her to unclasp the bra, and while she does, Blade follows the curve of her waist to her hips and her ass, where he can help her rid of her shorts.
"There's still a barrier," Kafka points out, once she's standing in front of him in nothing but fishnet tights.
"Not really," his voice is deep and hoarse, a darker tone to it than usual. "They're pretty easy...,"
His fingers drag down to her thick thighs. "...to...,"
They hook into the web of thread between them, and Kafka feels a shiver down her spine.
"... adjust," Blade spits the last word, which accompany another rip - Kafka spends a hell of a lot of money on her clothes, but she doesn't give a shit today - creating a perfectly positioned gap in coverage, just in the crotch of the tights.
"Beg me," he's taking enjoyment in it, Kafka moans his name as he grabs at her cunt, like it's a toy, something of his own to rough around. He then lifts his hand to his mouth, just to taste her slick that now coated his fingertips. "Come on, Kafka. Beg me."
"Please - please, Bladie," she allows the desperation to come through, her breath hitched, blinking at him like an innocent girl. "I need - I need you to f-fuck me...,"
He scoffs, then undoes his zipper, letting his pants fall to his ankles. Kafka doesn't waste time, she wraps her arms around his neck and allows him to hoist her up against the wall, holding her around the waist, her thighs spread and grinding against his cock, slowly bouncing up and down. "You want me inside you?" he whispers. "You gonna show me how loud you are for me? You fucking cock whore?"
"Please, pleaseeee," she moans. "I need... I need...,"
"If you need me to destroy your cunt, Kafka, then you're in luck."
He thrusts inside of her, and it feels different than all the other time's they've fucked, the times she's sat on his dick and spilled dirty words from her mouth while the pathetic, pretty little boy who looked at her like she was a goddess tried his hardest not to cum too quickly. This is an entirely different Blade. The Mara... it made him different. He's relentless, she can feel his thrusts all through the body, not just the familiar burning desire in her tummy to be filled up. Blade doesn't pause or take a breath, even as Kafka's eyes well with tears and her nails begin to draw little trickles of blood because of how hard she's clinging on to him, her body weak and limbs like jelly. He feels so big, her cunt tight. He kisses her while she screams and bites her bottom lip hard, until it swells and a metallic taste fills her mouth. "Bladie...,"
"You sure you can fucking take me? Or do you want me to pull out and let you fall to the ground, discard you like a piece of trash who doesn't even deserve the chance to do so?"
Kafka can feel her cheeks burning, her entire body is ablaze, she clings on tighter - "I can take you, I can, I can....,"
They cum at the same time; he spills his load into her as the pressure against Kafka's clit sends her over the edge, she's dizzy and so, so messy down there, Blade saying her name, weaker and softer each time, draining his balls with each final thrust. Kafka can feel her own cum as well as his leaking out while Blade slowly pulls out.
"Good boy," she soothes him, snapping back to reality and regaining control with her spirit whisper before the Mara can hurt him. "Thank you, Bladie."
He slumps to the ground, and Kafka follows suit. "It's okay, sweetie. You made me feel so good. We can rest here, if you need."
Blade is exhausted; she feels almost bad. But his hand reaches out for hers and their fingers intertwine; they lie down together on the concrete floor and he cuddles up on her chest without ever letting go. Maybe they both needed that. Maybe he was finally figuring out what she already knew: that he loved her, that he was weak for her and only her.
#kafblade#blafka#hsr fanfic#blade smut#kafka x blade#kafblade fanfic#hsr smut#kafblade smut#*#mara.txt
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Hey guys. I've never made a post like this before, but there's a new scam going around that I haven't heard anything about, and I don't really feel comfortable keeping quiet about it.
I know there's warnings going around about not donating to particularly suspicious charities, but PLEASE be careful of people popping into your inbox asking to promote their charity posts!!
I decided to give this stranger the benefit of the doubt at first, and went looking on their page for the post they had mentioned. Their blog seemed incredibly normal too! Banner, icon, normal header text. Even their blog title coincided with their request (the supposed cat's name is Bacon)
The post is pretty long (to help obscure the suspiciousness, I reckon), and with some pretty sad imagery of an actually ill cat to boot (which I won't show here), but they slipped up with their last sentence.
NEVER send a paypal payment as friends/family to ANYONE who you don't know!! I feel like that's not something I would have to tell you, but just to cover all my bases I'm going to say it anyways. Friends/family payments through paypal are NON-REFUNDABLE! Scammers will frequently request for you to send them money in this way so that there's no way you can argue a case or ask for it back!
I'll admit, though, even after this smoking gun, I was still nervous to even write this post. I second guess myself a lot, and was nervous that maybe I was just jumping to conclusions. But if that wasn't enough evidence, the fact that there were only a handful of assorted 'fandom' posts on the blog- all of them reblogged within a 5 minute window to each other- was what cemented for me that this is NOT a real person. They don't even have a browsable archive! THAT'S how few posts they have!
It really sickens me how low some people will stoop to try to abuse people's charity. Always stay alert! Even if I hadn't donated myself, if I hadn't seen the signs I may have used my pre-established trust to convince someone else to give away their money in my stead!
Keep on the lookout for red flags! In the same way spam bots are evolving to grow more discrete, I don't doubt scammers like these will be soon to follow!
#i don't even know HOW to tag this#and by saying 'charity' or something this would probably get blacklisted despite#please consider reblogging this ig... i haven't heard anything about this this is so scary#i don't like being patient zero stop exposing me to the horrors!!!!#important
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Falum Gibson continues "Sahra" scam on X/Twitter
A follow-up to the previous long-post.
While successfully scared off of Bluesky--although their posts are still being shared by some who don't know--Falum is continuing to post at Twitter pretending to be Palestinian and asking for money.
Receipts for this specific account all one place and easier to follow/share.
Twitter account: https://x.com/lovelyhijabii
Note the join date and the PayPal link.
One of the first tweets:
Continued claims to be Palestinian:
Note the Ko-Fi link:
Now let's go back to "Sahra" on Bluesky. https://bsky.app/profile/hijabiofcolor.bsky.social
Here's where they say they just created the Twitter account:
On Bsky begging for money. Note the PayPal link:
When "Sahra" created the Ko-Fi, note it's the same as "lovelyhijabii" is sharing:
Now go back to the original Twitter account of "Sahra" before moving to Bluesky. https://x.com/hijabiofcolourr
Note the profile pic and PayPal url:
Scroll back a bit to "Sahra" asking for help for their cat (and I don't begrudge someone asking for help for their cat, HOWEVER it calls their entire identity and story into question):
Remember, this vet is in Peterborough, which is not Toronto where Sahra has been claiming to live as they roll helplessly around the streets covered in urine and feces.
The Paypal address for Trouble the Cat links to the Facebook and TikTok I previously posted but first look at the vet bill.
That is a white person's thumb.
That badly blacked out name is Falum Gibson.
Watch the Trouble the Cat videos https://www.tiktok.com/@troublethesassycat and google Falum Gibson. That is clearly who the owner is. And if Sahra would like to claim Falum is the girlfriend who kicked her out: she also said on April 8 "My girlfriend is looking for a job"--with Falum's cerebral palsy and disabilities, she's getting government support and cannot "get a job".
So, once again, "lovelyhijabii" on Twitter and Instagram is a grifting white woman who is pretending to be Palestinian to get money.
Spread the word. Call Falum Gibson out. File a dispute with PayPal if you donated. It is the only way to get this person out of the community--at least until they come up with ANOTHER scam.
I think the saddest part about it all is that I'm sure if Falum was themself (and note I'm using they/them because at various points Falum has claimed to be trans and/or enby--I don't know if that's true, just as I have no opinion on claim of being a lesbian) on social media, they could still get donations and gifts. Likewise, I'm sure people would (and have) give toward Trouble the Cat.
But using the ongoing genocide in Palestine (or the theft of Indigenous children from their families, as they claimed as blkgoddess1 at Bluesky) and making false claims of homelessness, as well as spreading misinformation about lack of support for homeless/terminally ill/disabled in Canada is morally reprehensible, and they should be called out and prevented from doing more harm to the Mutual Aid community.
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Hello Reddit transfers! Here's some scam spotting tips
Hi! I'm Key (Or Jess), and I'm here to give you some tips to spotting scams. Think of my blog as a subreddit but with several posts a day that often show a scam post or give scam information. All this info is done as a hobby so I'll give you a rundown on the basics of how pet donation scams work here. If you like my hard work, feel free to throw me pocket change or check out my Ko-Fi where I take art commissions. Or just say thanks!
If you share a popular/trending text post, you may get an ask from a blog who wants you to share their pinned pet post. They'll ask you to answer the ask privately but urge you their pet is very ill and needs aid quickly. Commonly, this pet is a cat. But on occasion it's a dog. The ask will tell you their not a bot/etc and are just a person, promise!
If you check the blog, turn timestamps on under dashboard settings. By doing so, you'll get to see the date their pinned post was made. Usually, these posts are only a few hours old or even a few days old so always take caution if you see it's a post that isn't very old. This isn't always a red flag for a scam post, but it's advised to pay attention since you'll see these kind of things often enough since the scammer barely changes up their pattern.
Scrolling the account should also show you how many posts the blog has made. Often, you'll only find roughly 100 posts that are always made within minutes of the other. These posts come from a trending tag of the day generally and are rarely tagged since their just shared all at once and then nothing else. You will usually also see the archive has been turned off since the blog is set to only dashboard view and only accessible to logged in users. This measure isn't always a sign of a scammer, as users can have real reasons for this! But it's a common tactic for scam accounts.
The post tells you the cat/dog is suffering from some medical condition and claims the op will get paid in a few weeks but they need the money before then and they promise they'll pay you back when they reach their goal. Not all users who make posts like that are scam accounts and many of them are real people who will return the help once they can. The op will also tell you to send money by friends and family because they need it quickly and don't want it held up. Usually they'll have a link that will tell you to send them funds there.
However, you may notice some things are off in the post itself. While the op asks for USD, their pay link says their in the Philippines which is not USD and would require conversion rates to apply. Not all PH-based bloggers are scammers and some are disappointed that some people are. Its sadly a well known thing here that this scammer is from there but no one knows who they really are as every name used is stolen off a private aid group. Another thing to do is check the notes and see how many reblogs are directly from the op. Usually you'll find several.
If you want to, it is suggested to ask the op if they can provide you proof they own the cat/dog if your unsure of the legitimacy of their claim. For example, ask them to write their url on a piece of paper and take a picture of it on top of the pet they supposedly own or even post a short video of them calling the pet and holding the paper in sight. Usually this results in the op likely blocking you.
It's suggested to warn anyone sharing these scam posts and reporting scam accounts under Phishing as it's usually the fastest way to deal with them on a daily basis. This scammer has been doing this for years and even brags about how they get away with it since they make hundreds of dollars doing it and ruin the reputation of the names they steal.
These scammers are also stealing content from private facebook groups and reposting them here without the owner being aware of it. The scam accounts are saving pictures and passing them off as their pet. Watermark your vet bill and pet pics in your aid posts if you want to deter scammers from stealing it for future uses. If you are in a fb group that posts vet bill help, please inform them a scammer is going around taking their posts and reusing it for fraudulent reasons. I have seen cases where some scammers even used pictures off Reddit to use for scams.
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[cw discussion of animal illness/medical crises; emotional manipulation; talking about scams and scammers]
Jsyk: I do not and will not boost or reblog fundraising posts on request or when they’re directly linked to me by people who I don’t know, often people who don’t even follow me. Mutual aid posts are a big part of the social media ecosystem especially on tumblr but there are also plenty of scams that exploit genuine sources of affinity within marginalized communities (disabled people, trans people, people with precarious housing situations, etc) in an incredibly cynical manner.
I just received a request like this from a blog that was
all of two days old
filled with an apparently random selection of fandom posts and memes, all reblogged without any kind of tags or commentary, even a fandom name
...with no other kind of original posts whatsoever, not even shitposts or personal posts, nothing
not following me or anyone else I know
using an icon meant to evoke all kinds of immediate emotional reactions of affinity and sympathy — sweet-looking blue-haired smol bean picrew in front of the trans flag
The request itself could have been perfectly genuine — request for financial help with vet bills for a sick cat, "please help, save his life, I need to raise money in 2 weeks for surgery" — but it's surrounded by a thicket of screaming red flags.
(Payments made using PayPal’s “friends & family” functionality aren't covered by purchase protection and cannot be reimbursed, even if the payment was made under false pretenses. Cool.)
This shit is incredibly shady and incredibly manipulative. Lots of stuff to evoke strong emotions and sympathy; repeated calls to action and a super short timetable to save a poor cat’s life — all of this stuff is plausible by itself but these elements of the request are not incidental. The request itself is calculated to provoke a sense of intense urgency -- worry for the poor cat, sympathy for the owner -- and a sense of shame if you catch yourself hesitating to donate or spread the word. (What kind of heartless person doesn't want to help a cat? Wants to let a cat die? Wants to kill a cat? What kind of bad leftist ignores a poor trans person's cry for help? I'm a trans person and a cat lover, and when my cat was in the hospital I was inconsolable.) By itself, urgency isn’t a red flag -- emergencies have a way of emerging suddenly, pets get sick, shit costs money -- but combined with everything else about this post it absolutely is one. In the comments on the post it only took one person saying “hey, watch out, this post has some red flags for a scam so I’d hesitate before reblogging it” for comments to be turned off entirely.
Do I know for a die-hard certainty that this post was fraudulent and the OP was running a scam? I absolutely do not, and I'm not interested in teaching anyone how to scam better either. But if you *do* have a genuine fundraising post for any cause, even an urgent one: don't do it from a nearly-blank blog and don’t message random strangers about it, even if you think it’ll get your post more traction. You have no way of knowing their financial situation or if they're in any kind of position to donate, or whether they themselves are in tough financial straits.
I'm not anti-fundraising or anti-mutual-aid -- people on this site helped me pay for top surgery without going into crazy medical debt, that would not have been possible without the goodwill and generosity of other marginalized people -- but I've also ignorantly passed on scam messaging and been tricked out of money I seriously needed, not just by strangers either. The vast majority of scams function through high-pressure tactics and emotional manipulation. This shit is 101-level social engineering and you're going to encounter it all over the place in life, not just on social media. Learn about social engineering, keep your eyes peeled for potential dishonesty, and don't fall for it or spread this kind of messaging around to victimize someone else.
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Dear/Lovely supporter🌷
I hope you're well😃. I'm doctor Mohammed Aldeeb,a medical doctor from gaza🇵🇸🕊🍉 , my family and I have faced a devastating loss😓; our home and my workplace at the hospital have been destroyed😢💔. We are in dire need of assistance to rebuild our lives🥺🙏❤.
I've started a fundraising campaign and urgently need your help to spread it to the world💚🤍.
Reblogging our story on your platforms would greatly increase our reach🥺🙏🇵🇸🖤.
Please know that our campaign is verified😁by @el-shab-hussein @90-ghost @nabulsi @mangocheesecakes,
and all funds will go directly to our recovery efforts💞.
Thank you for your support during this challenging time🙏🇵🇸.
Best regards,
Dr.mohammed aldeeb from gaza.
Hi so i asked around and some friends that keep up with this stuff a lil more attentively say this is legit, (based on the names tagged) just saying this for anyone that sees this and is feeling skeptical
If you have any links ill edit them into this post later, feel free to dm me. I dont have any money rn but ill reblog and ill make some posts!! I dont have much clout but im happy to spread the good word where i can!
Edit: one of my friends found the gofundme
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HELP NO LONGER NEEDED!! TY!
hi my name is ayrenn and i am a pretty severely ill woman in need of a MRI. bc the medical system in australia is totally overloaded, public admissions for MRIs are on a long waiting list and i have to go through private. the cost of this procedure is $350 AUD in total and can't be claimed through medicare. ive tried contacting the place im getting it done because it says that it should be rebated due to the reason why im getting it, but they've refused it. idk why.
i genuinely hate asking for help but my medical problems have been eating through my funds, and the government has been no help at all. i see 5 different specialists that are not covered by rebates so literally what little money i get goes straight to these appointments. im so fucking sick of it. i only get $690 a fortnite, and most of these appointments are $200 a session.
i am willing to offer writing commissions, as well as housing commissions within ffxiv. i also have some high end canon tumblr urls for the elder scrolls fandom/owl house fandom for sale. just offer a price.
if you'd like to donate, my paypal is here. thanks
paypal.me/AyrennSarah
EDIT: Thanks to all who have donated/bought from me!! Because of people's generous support I'll be able to afford the MRI now.
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Hello,
My name is Anas Al Burri. I am 17 years old, and I live in G*za. My sister has jaundice because she gave birth to her child in an unhygienic area during the war. She has no medication, and her condition is worsening, almost life-threatening. She is too ill to produce milk for her son, and we can't get milk from anywhere else. I have no medication for my diabetes! I am missing insulin, and my blood sugar is critically high, often above 180 and sometimes even 400. I suffer from hyperglycemia attacks and can't get to a hospital because we are in the northern part of G*za.
Three months ago, my 14-year-old brother Ahmad was searching for something to eat when he was sh*ot in the ch*est by sni*pers from a kilometer away. The bul*let went straight through his body. He was just a CHILD! We still can't believe it and keep thinking he will come back any moment. We didn't even have time to mourn him before the next family members were kill*ed.
The hardships my family and I face are beyond what words can describe. This is our last resort.
We are reaching out to you with a desperate plea. We need your help to survive. Your donation can provide us with the life-saving medications and food that we desperately need. Every act of kindness brings us closer to safety and restores a glimmer of hope in our hearts.
With your support, you can give us and many other families in G*za a chance to survive and rebuild our shattered lives. Help us survive and leave G*za so that the last of our family does not perish.
https://gofund.me/ecf94b00
Thank you for your empathy and kindness.
With heartfelt gratitude,
Anas Al-Burri and Family
❤❤
Hello, Anas I wish I could help, I truly do, but I am only a child and I don't have any money, all I can say is that God help you and Bless you!
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Boycott!
The upside of tumblr is that the chance of it shadowbanning you for being too fast is pretty rare (Yes, that's my natural pace, so it's frustrating when the platform shadowbans you for being fast, I know, to avoid spam, but still, it's annoying… They're just punishing you for your natural pace…)
I try to follow the grid rule when giving links to collections, but that would mean that I would have to have the best memory, and I'm not one of those people…
But yeah, I managed to choke out a few sentences or something…
Now that I have your attention:
#free palestine#cartoon#cartoonist#palestine#israel is a terrorist state#israel#free gaza#gaza#palestina#boycott israel#boycott disney#boycott mcdonalds#boycott starbucks#keep boycotting#icj#boycott divest sanction#palestine solidarity#solidarity#israeli occupation#boycott marvel#boycott paramount#taylor swift#lady gaga#lana del rey#selena gomez#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fandom#sonic series#shadow the hedgehog
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