Jester Vader

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I have only 1 fic wip that remains unfinished and about 4 art wips so here we go:

Fic wip: [♡]My little child who isn't so small [♡] part 10

Art wips:

- shrimpstressmodeling

-lovelovelovelove

-povdate

-sfshrjibgh

Im tagging: @i-d0nt-3x1st and @tyquu (drink water)

WIP TITLE GAME

tagged by @stealingpotatoes thank youuu!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and tag as many people as you have wips.

artwips

God there are SO MANY that I will just...post some of the ah most congruent ones (i tend to title my wips with just a keyboard smash so they're just letters)

Suffer sufffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer

padmé and sabé

WHAT HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN

Sooooo Mando

stranded

Pin Ups

what in the corellian hell is a kylo

no what expected

THey gave you an hareeeemmmm

just a scratch

Deskkk

Red sky

leiaaaa jummp

Bad hair day

Dog Sith hound

SON FURROS

FIGHT LEIA FIGHT

oh noooo heeeeelp

EVILLLL

dooooog

Sith Luke

SPACE MACARENA

lukes on the floor

dancing with d

spamlet

Tomatonobi

imbald

BAARK BAARK BARK BITE

fic wips

luke party

surgerylesson

in the night

twins search

sithpdm au

walleanidala

tagging: I don't have enough mutuals/ ppl I'm comfortable enough tagging without panicking while thinking I'm annoying them DSNDKSFJNDFS

But, I tag: @wlwanakin @squad-724 @tranakin-skywalker @phoenixyfriend @spacialshrimp )tbh i'm still panic sorry if this was annoying(

I made a thrawn pin, excuse thebad quality 😅

Some progress

[♡]My little child who isn't so small[♡] --------------------------------------Author note: this is a little story from my oc's Doctor Daniel and 6052, i hope you like it, and if you want me to write more you can leave it in the coments.

Warning: Inglish isn't my first lenguage, so i apologize if there are grammatical mistakes.

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It was common morning for mister Nickson, a quiet "old" man in the neighborhood, a war veteran that keeps working hard, but seem to enjoy whatever he does outside his house.

He got in the car a white toyota from 2007, he then drived to his work place, it was a zone completly retricted by the military, he got into the place, and walked towards his colleague, Doctor Emily Lee Cho, that woman was hard as stone but sweet when she wanted to, Emily then gives Daniel al the lastest results from the test made to the embryon number 6052, who was ready to be "born".

Daniel wont deny that he felt a little nervous while he and all his colleagues watched 6052 being taked out from the incubator, but, the creature breathed and that made everyone relief and relax a bit, because they were afraid the little one couldn't survive, but he did, he was a warrior.

The boss then said, since the one with experience with yautja children should take care of 6052 and raise him, that one was no other than Dr Nickson.

Daniel hold the little baby boy into his arms watching the little one move his little finger, his jaws were just as small and with no teeth, no claws either, and very soft orange skin, but even so, he looked more like a yautja than a human, but that didn't mattered to him, because the moment he saw him, since he was just a couple of cells, he loved him like if it was his own child.

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Thats all for now, i hope you liked it!

Naw this cute 😭💖

i couldnt help it lmao ok thats enough for now

In short🚨, my losses did not stop at losing family members, my home, my university, and my job💔, . My pain and suffering may seem illogical to you, but losing your cat and dog😓 after leaving them in a displacement site because you could not take them with you after years of raising and caring for them is a pain that many cannot bear🍉, these kittens also lost their mother😞 Even pets were not spared from this pain, but I lost everything. A final appeal to stay, any amount will make a difference in saving what is left of my family.🙏

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Donate to Help Musab and his family,my pets survive this war in Gaza., organized by Sohaib Asfour

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Even if you can't Donate right now, a share or a reblog can be helpfull too, I'm not very good at these things but, i hope all of you are okay anywhere you are whoever you are and to whoever Is reading this too.

"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

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Donate to Help me save my children from death in the Gaza war, organized by Ahmad Mahmoud

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Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏