Domin-ki - I'm Dominik

Tw: self h4rm and artistic nude

Sorry macaque

Sometimes u cry into feel tired and can't do nothing more to make this feelings go away

Idk what to say, draw people sleeping make me wanna explode

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)

Its time to project my bad feelings in to this two freaks 🫂

Btw it's more fanart from amascomet fanfic (macaque it's strange as fuck, I love him. I will be patiently waiting for the chapter that they talk about what happened here)

Strawberry Amy !! 🍓🍰✨

for lumarkyt DTIYS on twt!

🏚️ 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.

gofundme.com

Donate to A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Home, Rebuilding Our Lives, organized by Mohammed Altelbani

In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho

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

Remind me later.

Guys is time to suffer 😰🙏

Gonna use this beach shadowpeach wip as the vehicle for me to advertise my fic, so imagine them as dangling keys. I keep just shadowdropping chapters to a03 but now it’s nearly 100 pages so I wanna stop doing that lmao. HEADS UP THOUGH! This is a mature fic, you’ll see that when you read the tags. DNI if you aren’t tall enough to get on the ride. That being said, if you’re looking for some heavy shadowpeach angst with lots of inner conflict and crying this is for you. Both monkeys are extremely mentally ill but they’re trying. That is all. Thank u and I hope you enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62329894/chapters/159482839

Me too

This piece makes me a little emotional and idk why 😭