I Think I'm Really Lucky To Have Supportive People Who Accept Me As I Am, So I've Never Really Faced

Happy birthday Mari!!

She's just the bestest girl ever U-U I sure hope nothing bad happens to her :>

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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Inktober Day 6: Spirit

Napstablook belongs to Toby Fox

Art belongs to me :>

The Dreemurrs :)

I found this while going through some old drawings and realized I haven't posted it here!

They're probably my favorite characters in the whole game (Asriel in particular), I just love their whole story <3

Undertale and all its characters belong to Toby Fox :D Art belongs to me :)

Doodles

Here are a couple of things I drew for my friends :0

Susie from Deltarune and Aubrey from OMORI in suits :D

oKAY so basically this started off as a simple drawing of Mari rolling up her sleeves (which came from the idea of her doing this thing in picnics?)

whatever she's doing here i-

Anyway INSPIRATION HAD STRUCKETH and that's what it turned into-

Mafia Mari?

Deltarune and all its characters belong to Toby Fox OMORI and all its characters belong to OMOCAT

Art belongs to me :)

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🚨🇵🇸 Urgent Appeal !! 🍉🚨

My name is Ahmed from Gaza. My house was completely destroyed. It became rubble. I lost everything, even our personal belongings, including clothes, furniture, refrigerators, washing machines and stoves.

I need your support so I can provide food, water, medicine and shelter for my children My wife is suffering and my children are hungry We are weak and I am helpless Please donate what you can Anything you can afford to help my grieving hungry family We have become homeless Searching for water, food and medicine

This is my house before and after the war??😭

My little girl was waiting to back to wear her dress and see her toys now she tell me that nothing is worth living... Help me give them back the clothes they lost...the toys they dream of...help me buy them the sweets and chocolates they were deprived of in this war... Idon't know when they will have a house where they can enjoy comfort and peace 😭 but i want back them their clothes , toys , health foods , and alot of sweet .. I so sad for my children and my wife whos crying all time ...😭😭😭

Life in Gaza Today:

💔 Overwhelming Loss: The pain of losing so many family members is impossible to describe.

🍽️ Barely Getting By: Even basic necessities like food and water are becoming harder to afford.

🏠 No Safe Shelter: Our homes, once our refuge, Now it is just rubble and scattered stones.

📚 Dreams on Hold: The pursuit of education and opportunities has been replaced by the constant fight for survival.

What We Need:

In these desperate times, even a small gesture can mean so much. A 5£ donation could provide us with food or water for a day. If you can’t donate, simply sharing our story could help us reach someone who can.

Your Support Gives Us Hope:

This isn’t just about financial help—it’s about knowing that someone, somewhere, cares. Your kindness can be a source of strength for us, a reminder that we’re not alone in this fight.

How You Can Help:

🙏 Donate if you can.

🙏 Share this post to spread the word.

🙏 Keep us in your thoughts and prayers.

I’m not asking for much—just a little hope, a little relief, and a chance to keep moving forward. Your generosity, in any form, can make a difference in ways you might not even imagine.

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Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. Your kindness means more than words can express.

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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POV: you caught him trying to do something ridiculously selfish and self-sacrificial. (P.S. I love this little gremlin man with all my heart, he just makes me so miserable GOSH)

Every chapter of ORV had me alternating between deeply relating with kdj and wanting to reach through the screen to punch some damn sense into him ಥ_ಥ

ORV and all its characters belong to sing shong/ sing n song Art belongs to me :)

Happy 4th Anniversary OMORI!!!!

I can't believe it's already been 4 years!! I still love this game so much, it's so dear to me :')

Anyways! I hope you guys like this as much as I liked making it :> Happy holidays to everyone!!

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