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SirenTWasHere (they/them)

@flea-eats-bugs

Coming onto this site makes me feel like one of those people who thinks New York City is going to be really cool and then screams every time they see a rat

Lost?

This is my main blog, where I post/reblog art! I love drawing, whether it's fanart or original. I have a side blog (flea-is-not-a-furry) that's basically exactly the same except its specifically furry/art community content.

In terms of sexual content, we keep it safe for work around here, but otherwise, there's adult content like gore and swearing.

I use the tags #my art and #best of flea for my art and #others art for anything that's not mine.

Looking?

for something specific? [I haven't fuckin finished yet, forgive me. I also think I fucked up a bunch of the tags I had with the mass post editor so just don't look for things on my blog rn. Sorry.] I tag all fanart for spoilers as a general rule, but also have a tag for most fandoms that's specifically spoiler-free so anyone can just search my blog by those and scroll in peace.

For convenience's sake, all the spoiler vs spoiler-free tags I use are on this post, so (assuming you are on my blog) you can just click one and be on your way.

A few weird quirks explained:

#Fantasy High (freshman year) includes spoilers for season one, but not two, and #Fantasy High (sophomore year) includes spoilers for season two but not three.

#drawtectives also features characters from every season, just no content that would spoil the mysteries or relates to any plot points

🚨 Please... Don't make me say goodbye to my child forever! 💔😭

I am writing to you drowning in tears... My hands are trembling, my heart is bleeding, and my breath is almost stopped from the pain... My little child, my innocent angel, now lies between life and death, surrounded by wires and machines, unable even to breathe on his own... His tiny body is trembling, his eyes are half-closed as if he is begging for life, as if he is begging me to do something... But I am helpless, completely helpless!

The doctors told me the deadly truth: "Either the surgery is performed immediately, or his little heart will stop beating..." How could my ears bear to hear these words? How could my feet bear to stand after such shock? How could I face my child dying in front of me when I don't have the money to save him?

I am a mother watching her beloved child die before her eyes, moment after moment, and I cannot reach out to him, hold him, and promise him that everything will be okay... because he is not okay! My child is drowning in pain, and I am drowning in helplessness...

Please, imagine for a moment that you are in my place... Imagine hearing that your little one will die because you don't have enough money to save him... How would you feel? How would you breathe? How would you sleep? I haven't slept in days, I haven't tasted food, I no longer feel alive, because my entire life is fading before me, and any moment could be his last...

I am not asking for much... just a chance for my child to live! Any donation, any help, any sharing of this cry could be his lifeline! Please, don't let him go... Don't let my baby's hug become empty forever... Don't leave me to live this nightmare alone!

💔 O God, do not test any mother's heart as mine has been tested... O God, do not make anyone suffer this torment...

Imagine being an Information Technology student, your days filled with lectures, coding projects, and dreams of a better future. Then one day, your entire world is upended. You find yourself standing atop the ruins of your home, the bitter wind biting through your clothes as you stare at the devastation stretching endlessly before you. In the blink of an eye, your world has transformed from textbooks and computer screens to survival amid the wreckage of a genocide.

Images: (Top) Mahmoud before the start of the conflict. (Bottom) Mahmoud, standing atop the ruins of his home, destroyed by occupation attacks.
@mahmodjsy8

Story written by @rumiandroses

Before the war, Mahmoud was an Information Technology student at Gaza University, harboring dreams of building a brighter future for his family. Those dreams were shattered when the university was bombed, classes were suspended, and his home in Khan Yunis was reduced to ruins. Now, Mahmoud and his family live in a makeshift tent in a displacement camp, fighting to survive without water, electricity, or access to food.

The winter cold seeps through every threadbare inch of the tent, and the howling wind drowns out the silence left by everything they’ve lost. With his father sick and his brother in need of medical care, Mahmoud shoulders the burden of his family’s survival alone. Every day is a battle against hunger and despair, a struggle to find clean water and enough food to keep his loved ones alive.

Despite the ceasefire, the nightmare continues. The streets of Gaza are lined with hollow buildings and shattered glass, a grim reminder that peace is a fragile but unwavering hope. The infrastructure is decimated, jobs are nonexistent, and the people are left to fend for themselves amid the wreckage. Mahmoud's dreams of finishing his education are now intertwined with a desperate plea for survival—for the chance to escape Gaza, to rebuild their lives, to turn the page on this chapter of endless loss.

Your support can help Mahmoud continue his education outside of Gaza, to rebuild what was destroyed, and to keep his family alive through the darkest winter they’ve ever known.

Please consider making a donation to help Mahmoud's family rebuild, or by sharing his story so his call for help can reach others who can.

You can donate to Mahmoud's GoFundMe campaign [HERE].

Mahmoud’s campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#063) on their list of verified campaigns. His campaign has also been vetted by @beesandwatermelons, and is (#190) on their list of verified campaigns

What Strength Really Means 💪

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

I'm so scared to losing my family 💔💔🥺
Vetted by @90-ghost  -vetted link

For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.
My baby is too little for this bad suffering.
All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏🚨🚨🚨

The money for evacuation is:

$5000 for me

$5000 for my husband

$2500 for my baby

All remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.

You can donate here

or via my sister's PayPal

with all of my respect Shada Asam's Mom
My name is Nour, and I’m 21 years old from northern Gaza.

I once lived a peaceful life with simple dreams, but everything changed on October 7th, 2023, when war tore through Gaza. I had to flee my home, leaving behind everything I knew, and now I live alone in a tent made of torn fabric in southern Gaza.

The constant bombings are unbearable, but being a lesbian in a society that rejects me is even harder.

I live in constant fear of judgment and violence. On top of this, I face extreme shortages of food, water, and basic supplies.

Life has become a daily fight for survival.

Dear LGBTQ+ brothers and sisters around the world, I turn to you in my time of desperate need. I have no one else to ask for help. The world around me looks at me with disgust, and I can no longer bear this life. I am exhausted, broken, and alone. Please, I beg you, help me leave this place and find safety, dignity, and a chance to live as myself. I cannot survive here any longer. Your support is my only hope.

Every day, I fear for my life. But I refuse to give up. I want to live. Please, your support can make all the difference. Every donation, no matter how small, gives me hope for a better tomorrow.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

extremly urgent! shadi @shadeesam053 is a 22 year old bombing surviver from gaza that is currently undergoing treatment for vision loss and needs all the money he can get.

shadi needs to raise around kr500K in order to stay affloat in gaza while preventing his condition from worsening.

his campaign is still very low on support, with no new donations received in the past 4 days. please go help him out!

gfm link / vetted by @gazavetters (number #363)

no new donations in over a day!

no new donations in 2 days.

NO new donations in 3 days.

today is eid, please consider supporting shadi! no donations in 4 days.

please don't ignore my story

Hi everyone ...😔

I am Maram Al-Nabulsi, I currently live in the completely destroyed 🏚🚀city of Gaza

, specifically Khan Younis.

Since the war on Gaza began on 10/7/2023, my family and my siblings - have been living in constant fear, crying and suffering because of shrapnel, shells and bullets. We have no food🥘🌯

, no electricity, no schools

, no cooking gas

, no homes🏚, no cleaning supplies, no clothes🧣🧥🧤

. Our house was completely destroyed

. My school was bombed, and my sister Nour's university was turned into rubble, which deprived us all of education. The war forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents that are not suitable for living

, especially in winter. Every day we live death, terror and panic a thousand times because of the continuous bombing of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the beginning of the war, we took refuge in my aunt's house, but it was also turned into rubble.

Imagine:

We have escaped imminent death more than 20 times,

and have been displaced between shelters more than 13 times. My brothers and I have suffered from many diseases due to malnutrition, and we need medicine constantly. If we stay in Gaza, we may lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza to a safe place. However, the travel costs are very high. We need more than 70 thousand dollars to leave Gaza. Due to the exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, insecurity, the ongoing blockade, and the continuous bombing, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity💔🙏, with the constant bombing and shrapnel flying above us? My dear compassionate friends around the world, with your generous donations, even if small, you can save 5 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza full of love, peace, and hope. Best regards from Gaza City....🍉🇵🇸

Verified by @gazavetters , my verified number on the list is (#431)💔🙏🏼
✅Verified by @beesandwatermelons - Line 207
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momennourfamily

Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔

Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check my blog and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

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Hey world, can you see our pain and feel our hunger?! Fear, death, famine, siege, suffering, oppression, silence of the world?!!

I am calling your humanity to do whatever you can to ease our pain Talk about us and don't leave us alone We are not okay, please dont forget us and stand with us by donating or reblogging to amplify our voices 🙏🏻

( Don’t forget, this is reality—we are not in a dream )

Don't forget us—do something, anything! Share, donate, like—just help us survive.

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family

My child is dying in my arms.. and I'm powerless to save him 🍉🍉💔

How does a father write an obituary for his son while he's still in his arms? How can I describe the feeling of helplessness as I watch my child suffocate, tremble, and groan in pain, and I can do nothing but cry?

Mohammed, my soul, my heartbeat, faces death right in front of me. He looks at me with eyes filled with pain, as if asking, "Dad, why don't you save me?" And I have no answer. I have nothing but my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of protecting him.

My son is dying, and his days are slipping away from me like water through my fingers. He suffers from severe lung infections, and his small body can't take any more. The doctors told me in cold voices, "The only solution is urgent surgery, or else...!" They didn't finish their sentence, but I heard it all in their deadly silence.

But how can I save him when I can't afford a life? How can I accept that money be the barrier between me and seeing my child grow up? The amount demanded is huge, and I stand before it, penniless except for my hope in God and my supplications to you.

I am not asking for help, I am asking for life... a life for my child before he departs... before I bury him, knowing I did not do enough to save him.

Please... do not let him die... do not leave me to carry his shroud and carry him to his grave, knowing I could have saved him had a merciful hand reached out to me.

Any support, any assistance, even if it is simply sharing this appeal, could be the difference between life and death... it could be the miracle by which I save my child from the death that creeps closer to him every minute.

💔 Please.. save Muhammad before his name is written among the departed.. before this plea turns into an elegy. 💔

#SaveMohammed

#Don'tLetHimDie

#ADesperateFather'sCall

#MyChildNeedsYou

Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza

Note: Vetted by:

1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List]

I contemplate the happy faces of people around me here in Ireland and reminisce about the happy normal life my family and I had before the war. A life that turned into a distant memory for us and was replaced by an unending series of horrible nightmares.

Unlike my family in Gaza, people here have access to drinking water, all types of food, electricity, and a roof over their heads. Above all, they are safe, and I cannot help but wonder if they genuinely do appreciate these blessings in their lives enough.

People seem relaxed and laughing wholeheartedly around me in Ireland. I wish I could laugh too, but I am crushed way beyond recovery on the inside. I was evacuated by my Irish college after five months of living the horrors of war in Gaza. I hope you will never know what it feels like to live in constant fear and worry and be horrified by the most sickening and scary nightmares every single night while you are far away from your family in such circumstances.

When did my people in Gaza cease to be human beings worthy and deserving of a normal life? Has it become normal now for my family in Gaza to be starved and killed while the whole world is watching the genocide? If that is the case, then you will have to excuse me if I seek every avenue to bring them to Ireland and start a new normal life like all people here around me.

I was assured by the Irish Reugee Council (IRC) and lawyers in Ireland that there is hope I can reunite with my family in Ireland. In difficult times, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. For me and my family, you are literally our light and hope for a better life.

SOS!

Please donate, reblog and share.

Tagging for reach <3

Please consider boosting my campaign.

Trapped in a Vicious Cycle of Suffering in Gaza

Displacement, torture, agony, hunger, fear, and death. This is the daily reality in Gaza. Every day, people receive warnings to evacuate before another wave of relentless Israeli airstrikes. And every day, the same desperate question echoes across the strip: Where do we go?!!!!!

Gaza has become a living hell. You cannot blame us for longing for a safe, normal life, for seeking a place where we can reunite as a family and rebuild what was torn apart. Can you?! Wouldn't you strive to do the same at any cost?!

29/3/2025: At 75% of our final goal and getting there, hopefully.

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urgent / A chance to save a life at a critical moment
Please share and reblog to save my family 🙏🌹
🆘/To Alaa and my family in Gaza

All thanks and gratitude for your humanitarian stances with us and your help in this critical and difficult time

15 months of displacement and famine have increased our suffering and difficulties incredibly.

I used all the words of sadness and sorrow to describe the situation we had reached, but these words were not enough.

We lost relatives and friends, my brother and father were injured, our house was destroyed, our car was burned, and everything was lost.

The scale of the suffering and tragedy is much greater than what you may have seen or witnessed on social media.

My dear friends

You can support my family either by donating or by sharing my campaign link with others so that the goal is reached as soon as possible.

Please help us we are very tired and no one is looking at us

I hope everyone will donate and share my story.
Many thanks and appreciation for republishing my blog and communicating my

The Wrong Turn

Guess who's back here? I had a bumpy ride but I made it eventually.

[ID: Pixel art gif of an off road style car half buried in water. The headlights are on in the dark, with the rear red lights blinking and small specks of light moving about in the headlight beams. There is a lot of foliage around the car and in the water, including vines. End ID]

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