Marxolor stuff cuz why not
Kriemhild Gretchen
The kriemhild gretchen is a 3d model I edited. Here is the original madoka model: https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/madoka-40e24a675cae4fe69a2dbaabb410ed97
The "skybox" is referenced from this hdri: https://polyhaven.com/a/sunflowers_puresky
Camera was referenced from blender; the gizmo I modeled in blender and referenced.
I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.
Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.
We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.
There is a big difference between saying:
We have returned to zero, and that we have returned to nothingness. And now we have returned to nothingness, unfortunately, it is unbelievable what we are experiencing of great loss that no human being can bear!💔🍉
I hope my message reaches every person who understands and feels the meaning of humanity.❤️🍉 In short, I am very tired of what has happened to us and I cry when I remember anything in every word I write.😓💔 Please, my friend, be a human being and feel with us. Donate anything to buy and pay for the basic needs only. I do not want much from you, but really, any donation is an appreciation for us. Your donation will make a difference and I feel that there is hope in this world to stand with us. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports us in these stifling and harsh circumstances. May God bless you and give you goodness, health and wellness.🌹🍉
THEY DIDN'T EVEN LAST ONE ROUND IN @kirby-sexyperson-tournament
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Revisiting of one of my earliest Marxolor pics!
We’ve set a small initial goal of £500, and thanks to a few kind hearts, we’ve already raised £30 — just £470 left to reach our first step!
Every little bit counts, and your help truly means the world to us ❤️
This fundraiser is verified by @bilal-salah0 and @a-shade-of-blue 🤝✅
Please, be one of the first to donate — even £10 can bring us closer to safety and hope 🏠✨
And if you can’t donate, a simple share could reach someone who can!
https://gofund.me/5cdd060e
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts 🇵🇸🍉
Please help them!! ^^^
Hello,
How are you? I hope I don't bother you. I need a donation of 50 euros to buy food for my child and my family due to the blockade and famine. Your donation will make my family very happy.
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Reverse 1999
Vertin: @tuesnaii
Sonetto: @komitrueself on instagram
To "die" means the ones you love can't see you anymore. Don't matter much whether you're the one who leaves or the one left behind. You never get to see each other again. Now I'm so far away from home and never returnin' again.. Does that mean I already "died" once?
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