🎍Othello

happy valetimeskldfjsldf day ,

hi sorry for the lack of uploading, college is wild, maybe i might make another zhongluc post about it XD

also bonus pic with my plushies + small art haul i got from a nearby art market

🔶🐍 Zhongli x Baizhu Acrylic Charm | Order here

Approx. 2.5" / 6cm

Acrylic Charm with front side clear epoxy.

Double sided, same design on both side.

Extra clear ZhongZhu sticker with A Grade orders!

A marriage devoid of whimsy is no marriage at all, and you are the biggest believer of this. Therefore, you do everything in your power to keep your beloved Zhongli amused.

“Zhongliiiii…” you rasp, inching your way to him in a terrifying limber, “I’m going to wear your skinnnn…”

Zhongli eyes you over the rim of his cup of tea. “How frightening, darling,” he says in a tone that suggests not a drop of fear at all. “Why do you wish to do that?”

Coming to a halt before him, you bare your teeth. “Becauseee…it’s very pretty…so soft and smooth…perfect for a ghoul like me to savour…”

Setting down his cup and folding his hands on his lap, Zhongli suggests calmly, “If it is the quality of my skin you covet, I would be more than happy to lend my knowledge of ancient skincare techniques—though, if you would like my honest opinion, you are radiant even without employing the skincare routine I follow.”

He makes to pinch your cheek in affection, but you hiss and recoil, dropping to the floor in a crawl. “No! No! It is your skin I want! I will wear only your skin!” You crawl in circles around his chair in a manner most hair-raising, but Zhongli, as always, is immune to your bait.

“Are you a caterpillar, darling?”

You growl, baring your teeth once more.

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.