I tried something new. I pretty much had a completely different drawing process for this which is why it took me so long to finish it. I hate it. Okay, that's harsh. I don't hate the drawing itself, but I absolutely NEVER want to draw something like this again. Maybe.
Hiiiii. I did a thing.
I don't like being alone. I need to be around others. When I'm alone, the only person I have to talk to is me, but they don't like me. They tell me things like, "No one loves you; you'll always be a third wheel to people they care about more than you," "You're not going to do anything special, your days are numbered, and you know it, but you just don't do anything," and "You're forgettable, no one thinks you're funny, or creative, or interesting. You're just you. Average."
I don't always know what to make of that, so instead I sit. I sit alone on my bed, clutching my stomach and convincing myself not to throw up. I don't want to be alone.
I've spent too long alone.
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Some OCs. On the left is G.G., and on the right is Emilio. They’re from a current wip I’m working on. Might post more about it. Might not.
A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙
My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced.
🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.
🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
Hello, I am Amal from Gaza, a mother of three children 🇵🇸. On October 10th, our house was bombed and completely destroyed, our car was destroyed, and we lost everything we owned 💔, which forced us to live in a damned tent 😔 where I gave birth to my little girl in the Mawasi area of Khan Yunis, where the most basic necessities of life are not available, as garbage fills the place, the water is not suitable for drinking, epidemics and diseases are spreading, and our lives are at risk every minute. We have lost a large number of our loved ones. 😭😭
My little girl lacks milk, diapers, and the necessary medical vaccinations 🥺
Our lives have been completely destroyed and turned upside down, and this has appeared in our features 😢😢
Help us rebuild our lives and save ourselves by donating to us so that we can be evacuated out of Gaza before it's too late 💔
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Can you tell I'm going to post as many pictures of my human Bill design as possible yet?
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
I'm here for one reason and one reason only, to get weird!
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