winfer
reblogs would be appreciated for spreading him across the world (or wof fandom at least..)
I never actually drew one of the wof chracters, so have the blue one (He's bluer under the cut)
pumpkin patch
To donate:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahmed-and-his-family-survive-in-gaza-crisis
Remember Hind. Remember Reem. Remember all the little boys and girls who are more than mere numbers. They are dreams, humanity's innocence, and most importantly they are not to be forgotten.
And the Devil Makes Three
I truly was convinced I was going to take longer drawing up these designs and then I immediately post them in rapid succession in a 48 hour time slot. Good for me, honestly
Moonwatcher / Winter
please help her
her gofundme
saving al-genina
sudan solidarity collective
A redraw of a 2022 design that’s below the cut
(please don’t follow exclusively for wof content, hardly make it)
when you're autistic and you learn how to smalltalk it literally feels like you started hacking real life
What is my sister’s fault? Why must this be her life? She doesn’t remember our house. She doesn’t remember her cat who was killed by the bombs. She doesn’t remember feeling warm during the winter. All the good things in her life came and went before her brain could form memories. From her point of view, life has always been this genocide. Gaza has always been destroyed. Home has always been one room with no windows and infested by rodents.
Please help me provide for her. She’s had a high fever for the past few days and the blockade is back. The bombs are starting to drop again. This is going to be so hard and I can’t do this alone.
We are so close to our final goal, please, anything can make a difference even if it’s just sharing!
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The return of lionfish Winter for his birthday!!
"Pangur Bán and I at work, Adepts, equals, cat and clerk: His whole instinct is to hunt, Mine to free the meaning pent. More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Happy for me, Pangur Bán Child-plays round some mouse’s den. Truth to tell, just being here, Housed alone, housed together, Adds up to its own reward: Concentration, stealthy art. Next thing an unwary mouse Bares his flank: Pangur pounces. Next thing lines that held and held Meaning back begin to yield. All the while, his round bright eye Fixes on the wall, while I Focus my less piercing gaze On the challenge of the page. With his unsheathed, perfect nails Pangur springs, exults and kills. When the longed-for, difficult Answers come, I too exult. So it goes. To each his own. No vying. No vexation. Taking pleasure, taking pains, Kindred spirits, veterans. Day and night, soft purr, soft pad, Pangur Bán has learned his trade. Day and night, my own hard work Solves the cruxes, makes a mark."
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