Haven’t been able to make a proper drawing in a bit. Life’s been hectic, y’know? Regardless here’s some doodles of the… triplets? Kinda???
(The superhero sillies, but with various moods I’ve experienced this week.)
YOOOOOOOO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
this redraw featuring my own personal designs! is it still cool to redraw this scene? i'm going with yes
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without text and flat transparents below
One alternative name use for GDV is Asher.
That’s true, and I’ve brainstormed a few ideas for an alternative name for him, but admittedly I find the sharing the same name thing really funny, so for now he’s stuck with the same name. (I might consider it further though Regardless, thank you for the ask!
Wanted to draw something for the day, and this idea has in the back of my mind for a bit now.
To make up for my inability to answer most of the miracle box questions I’ve been getting (which is mainly because I still haven’t figured out all of the lore yet, my bad guys!) I’m posting a few silly sketches of the kwami I have drawn:
It’s mostly Plagg and Tikki with a single, mentally disturbed Barkk (I think I was trying to draw her at a certain angle and then just stopped because it looked funnier that way.) Also a few attempts at drawing Flicc, the firefly kwami! (Also the bracelet that Zoe is wearing is not a miraculous, but some random accessory.)
Lil MTS-inspired (might end up being in the final cut, but idk yet) blurb:
(Explanation below the cut)
Okay, we’re nowhere NEAR writing MTS Animaestro (especially when it’s in the last season and I haven’t even finished writing the first episode of the show), but I’ve been thinking about it lately anyway.
The episode will be both pretty similar and pretty different from the Miracubug one, but one of the (super minor) is that it’ll be different is the casting for Movie LB and CN . (Since Zoé’s dreams of being an actor get more focus, she ends up being the one to voice Ladybug, but we still need a Chat Noir. Yes we technically COULD still do Adrien, but for reasons related to the episode plans, we’re gonna go with someone else instead. It might not actually be Félix but this scene kept popping into my head so I had to write it out.)
My name is Abdullah Khaled Al-Haj, from Gaza, and I am 21 years old. I once lived a life of comfort and hope, but recent changes have brought me immense hardship.
Before my father's passing, our lives were full of comfort and care. I wore the finest clothes, enjoyed the best foods, and lived in a comfortable home. I worked hard and had a passion for sports, especially bodybuilding and weightlifting. Each morning, I would get up to enjoy time with friends, and my mother and younger siblings, whom I now care for, were happy and hopeful.
However, things changed drastically. We lost our father, who died in my arms at the hospital while we awaited treatment that never came. This loss marked the beginning of a challenging new phase in our lives.
Today, I no longer have suitable clothing or shoes, and I struggle to secure daily sustenance. I have lost weight from 90 kilograms to 60 kilograms due to the harsh conditions. I no longer sleep on a comfortable bed but sometimes on the sand.
The city of Gaza, which was once full of hope, has been completely destroyed, including my home that held all my childhood memories and dreams. Instead of waking up to enjoy good food and exercise, I now wake each day to search for food and water for my family, often finding myself unable to meet their basic needs.
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Woo, Bubbler!!! (I love this episode sm) I wonder what Gabriel meant by “being disrespected”, as Nino didn’t really say anything rude; then again, it makes sense that he’s so defensive against anything that might even slightly resemble a critique of his (let’s be real) rather flawed parenting style.
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).
I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.
Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.
We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.
Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.
A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.
Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare
I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.
These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.
MY Father Income
Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future
My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.
As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.
When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.
We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.
As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.
Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.
Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.
I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.
Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
Journalist Ismail Al-Ghoul was targeted while doing his job. He was wearing a shield with the word “Press” written on it and a helmet. There is no international body that protects this profession. The profession of journalists has become a profession of death. For your information, my husband Mohammed is also a journalist and I am afraid for him. Please help us reach the target and save my family.
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How can we bear to live here? 🍉♥️Help me and my children get out of here. We are dying every minute from the high temperature and lack of food and water. Donate to us even 10 or 20 dollars. It would make a difference in our lives. We need it as soon as possible. Don't forget us. Thank you for your humanity and standing with us. We are praying for you. The link is in our CV. https://gofund.me/dd0fac71
https://gofund.me/dd0fac71
The feminine urge to fight God and win
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