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No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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Here's de horror/famine boios! Don't de look nice?

EEEEEEEEEEE

Still need to redesign Strike tho... yeesh...

Dicided ta try my hand at these two goobers,

So have at thee! My ver of Fresh n Greaser!

And yes, in case anyone was wondering, Fresh is a big boio, he very chonk and stands at about 7ft bc I thought it would be funny.

Greaser does not.

He hates dis fact almost as much as he hates stale bread. Mind you, he REALLY, hates stale bread.

This post is brought ta ya by my non existing sleeps schedule ^w^

(If anybody wants lore on either 'f em just lemmi know lol)

lil dude I made cuz a frend dared mi ta make a Fresh!Asylum sans and... dis thing now exists... their name is Frazzy BTW... why'z he so curst but zaney at de same time??? why'd I make em?? now I gotta deal wit der BS in my AU/multiverse!!! AGHGHGHHDIUFHSDB!!

💬 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.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

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.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

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.

💖 What You Can Do

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.

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

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.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

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.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

I present ya ya'll! My design fer a quadsuit m make'n dats also a cosplay 'f a Fresh AU I made a while back. Its called Errored Experiments, and it follows the idea 'f "error is just a glitched future ver of Geno, but what of instead of glitching into the future (error) he glitched into the past (sci)?"

And dats bout all lol....

Ah, sew ya was wonder'n if ders mor ta dis AU's?

Seen as ya looked fer de cut... okie den! Prepare fer a MAJOR info dump via word vomit style!

SO! We begun with a very confused, freshly glitched Error, only he's not an Error, at least not quite.

He looks like Error, and moves like him too, but the similarities end there. This Error, who has dubbed himself Attom, after the humans most destructive bomb, is very much a Sci trapped in an Errors body, yet not. His excess glitching caused him to "revert" to what he was before a glitch, and there for before he was Geno. Which pulled his Sci side out to an EXTREME.

Wich! Is Not A Good Thing.

Because now you have an Error, who is essentially an evil scientist attempting the great thing that may or may not be X-vers Gaster level shenanigans.

And as per the Error ways, Attom sees AU's as anomalies, but not in the traditional Error fashion. Attom believes, with 10000% certainly, that every AU is a protection buffer to defend the original from varents like Ink, from harming its core origin.

And while this means he leaves most AU's alone (when he's not destroying them for... science), he doesn't quite see the people, monsters, and cryptids in them as actual people, kind of like how Ink doesn't see people as people, but as characters like we do.

So what does this mean?

Highly Unethical and Completely Insane, Human and Monster Experiments!

Wich leads to his most prideful (and successful) experiment yet.

Parasite-Host Hybridization and Stabilization.

The Fresh of this AU, F.R.E.S.H, was very unluckily found by Attom out side a host because he was in the middle of a host transfer. To wich Attom looked at the squiggly land dwelling starfish-octopus-lyndwyrm-thing and said-

"Yeah, your coming home with me"

And just- *yoinked* dat mother fuker.

Que the next few years/moths of Attom shoving as many chemicals and magic into F.R.E.S.H as he can to forcibly stabilize thier soul so they could survive with out a host. Untill the day Attom *did* bring back a host for his little parasite experiment and everything whent wrong.

Ya know what happens when you technically torcher a being who, on average has more brain cells than you think with and enough power (given they have a host) to rival, spite, kill and fuk up what would be to you GOD?!

Absolutely fuk'n NOTHING!

Because this Fresh- this Brainwashed lil guy- got fuk'n stalkholm, and I didn't even write that bit! the characters just made it happen and so I said fuk it and rolled with it!

ANYWAY! now you have an Error with the power to rival, spite, kill and fuk up a God at his every beck and call. A massive murder weapon he made for *fun* that would rather the world burn than see him get hurt.

And with that big of an unchecked power comes the cost of an insane egg head ego.

And a few shotgun shells because magic, according to Attom, is-

"Predictable, exhausting and not as much fun as something that's a big ol Boom Stick"

That's also what he calls his shotgun because calling his shotgun a shotgun upsets F.R.E.S.H. And while they do what he tells them to with little question, Attom is very aware that the thing he essentially created could very easily wipe him, and half the existing AU's, out if they wanted or were commanded to.

And that's a VERY scary number.

Half the current, Existing AU's is a LOT of AU's..... and Attom's not quite sure if what he did to make F.R.E.S.H. this dangerous was a good idea. As all the magic and science he stuffed the poor boi with was enough to mutate his hosting process, in turn giving you the 19 hands tall (on all fours) monstrosity that is the creature depicted in this post, makeing F.R.E.S.H a walking power house supported by jangga blocks.

Because take Fresh, amp up his crazy factor, and supe the FUK outa his stat block like a min/max DnD player,

And you get the worlds most unstable yet stable murder bomb who's only off switch is a crazed phyco's attention.

Oh how your name becomes irony,

Attom, with your Bomb.

But in the end, with a little more experimenting on Attoms end + another host or two, F.R.E.S.H ends up being able to shift between a "Skeleton" monster and the form he had before.

All the while Ink has given up trying to stop Attoms Experiments, and the entire multivers lives in fear of the Beast and his Collar.

Of the Error and his Experiment.

Oh and Nightmare and his Lackeys too, though to Attom they're more like anoying pets than anything else. Or toddlers. But Attom would rather not say that as the king of negativity is rather quite dramatic.

And F.R.E.S.H likes thier company.

BTW! F.R.E.S.H. stands for F Rated Entity of Singular Horror.

Wich is Attoms made up science classification for creatures of F.R.E.S.H's nature.

This name translates to-

F Rated : beings or creatures that, when encountered, other monsters say some varent of F-word to describe thier surprise or confusion apon meeting them

Entity is self explanatory

Singular Horror: A rating Attom gives to experiments that are, at the least, heavy body horror in either painful scale or general creepiness, or things that creep/disturb Attom. Wich is VERY hard to do. As such this is a rating that has only been given to two things, F.R.E.S.H, and his Establishment of Overseer Contact experiment.

But that's a story for another time! Because that was the *basic*, of basic idea/blorb of this AU.

Hope ya'll enjoyed! I will answer questions if ya got any so fire away!

^w^

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

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.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

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.

Vetted by @gazavetters

Wooo! Sew, finally got a Tumblr at ta show ya'll mi draw'ns lol,

N dats all de drawn's I got fer de fic soooo far lol,

Compleat wit de original tape tags too!

(Mainly cuz m too lazy ta retake the pics hehehe)

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Jesus, Strike *needs* *needs* a redesign...