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My children, my beautiful home... On days like these, we were waiting for the start of a new school year... We were preparing school clothes and stationery, full of seriousness and energy.... But now, we are under the blazing sun without shelter, schools, or any of the features of life... My children were deprived of their most basic rights... sleeping safely, studying, playing, and eating. Replace that with standing behind lines to receive water and food, and searching for a safe place from bombing, heat, and insects. Help my children from slow death. Help us get out , Help us from slow death Do not hesitate to help us get out of this horrific genocide ! and death ,
My children are just looking for safety and a decent life without fear or terror Don't forget us.....You have all my love and respect from me
My children prepare themselves to go to school, before this genocide !!
My children are now immersed in filth, standing in line for the toilet to relieve themselves in a very terrible place that does not have a shred of cleanliness.
We need your help to get out of this disaster. Do not hesitate, the little you have means a lot to us.
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OHHHHH organs👻👻
Ok, meat is a little hard to draw some parts didn't get do way I wanted... Anyway, patience
⭐Some other sketches of this ua(??)
If anyone have a name for this au I would love to know, like, "magic aliens boys". Cause even they look like humans, they still not being, or maybe like a "magical girl" transformation something
When I make more sketches I tell more about this little ideas. Maybe some other characters next time?🫢
❗Translation of the last imagine:"Tom!! What you made with the boy?! I don't think he can blink!!❗
(actually, sorry but Idk if this transition is right. Grammar is not my best)
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
Same gay couple energy
Me too
This piece makes me a little emotional and idk why 😭
Dois corpos ocupando o mesmo espaço
Everyone Adores You (at least I do)
(Tried out a new rendering style! Also I used an image as the background since I don't have a lot of time on my hands)
There certainly was a time when Shadow was just a tiny, trusting baby-hedgehog, hanging onto big sister Maria’s every word, and her playful mischief got him into all sorts of trouble. Siblings life. One’s the bad influence, but they both end up getting yelled at.
Gerald might be grumpy, but he's a loving grandfather.
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