are you in your pokemon era now oh em gee
im always in my pokemon era
epic swag sigma art collab with @minimumwagedsoul ?!??!!!??
i’m a man of my word i doodled the boy
just finished undertale yellow currently crying my eyes out (and yes i did cheat for the last two bosses and only feel slightly scummy)
i love starlo, he is my pride and joy, i will kill for him he is my blorbo and deserves teh world i would draw him but im too emotionally unstable to do much and wanted to post this to get my thoughts out later gang
From the bliss of a quiet room to the hell of displacement 💔❤️‍🩹
Witness how the war destroyed everything beautiful and turned my life into a daily struggle for survival 🙏🏻🙏🏻🍉🍉
CHAT there's been this sprunki au floating in my head and i need to infodump
name is subject to change but for now i've dubbed it "murder gang au"
still ironing out some of the details, but the main jist of it is that at some point, black is defeated, and the only survivors are tunner (cuz i said so,) gray, fun bot, mr fun computer, jevin, pinki, wenda, brud, and to an extent: durple, simon, and mr sun. (oh, vinerias also out there but shhh they don't know that yet)
just about everyone is immediately hospitalized, leaving gray, jevin, and the robots to decide what to do with wenda, durple, and simon, as they're all responsible for the death or injuries of at least one person.
they ultimately decide it isn't safe to keep them around, and give them two days to finish anything they need to do, before they have to leave.
from there on out, the three would go on SILLY ADVENTURES!! traveling and surviving together, all while forming a silly sibling-like bond due to their shared trauma and mountain of guilt, hooray!
oh oh ALSO! simon is unable to see due to well... not having eyes, wenda can hear still, but due to her ears being shredded has difficulty hearing, and durples jaw unhinges whenever he opens his mouth, he's still able to make noises, but it's hard for him to communicate via words
see no evil hear no evil hear no evil and all that
as for think no evil, they all get to have a voice in their head telling them to do bad things ;3
I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have seven children: Hala (15), Nour (13), Abdelrahman (11), Mohammed (9), Omar (6), Ahmed (4), and baby Hoor, just 7 months old.
In the blink of an eye, we awoke to a devastating barrage of bombs. The war had begun, and soon tanks surrounded us as the northern Gaza Strip was declared off-limits. We fled immediately from the north, leaving behind my husband who had to stay with his elderly father who cannot walk. The presence of checkpoints and the prohibition of vehicles forced my husband to remain in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood in the north of Gaza.
My four-year-old son, Ahmed, suffers from diabetes. It is a constant struggle to find insulin injections and test strips. Weeks go by without being able to check his sugar levels, leaving me in fear of whether his levels are too high or too low.
Ahmed's condition break my heart
My children are the love of my life
I fled on foot, just ten days after giving birth. I carried my ten-day-old baby and my other young children, alone, fighting for their safety. A few days later, the northern Gaza Strip was completely isolated, leaving my husband trapped.
I cannot bear the panic attacks that Hoor suffers from the constant bombing
It was incredibly difficult to care for my children without my husband, moving from one place to another. I finally sought refuge in a shelter school in Deir Al-Balah.
My children have been deprived of their father, who used to provide all their needs. Their schooling has been halted, and their mental health is in ruins due to the war. My baby girl cannot get proper nutrition and is unable to sleep due to the constant sounds of bombs.
We share our room at school with 40 people, lacking water and sanitary supplies
My husband remains in the north, experiencing severe famine. Periodically, I manage to contact him, learning that he is still alive, but his situation is dire.
We want to escape Gaza and survive this tragic war, to build a decent life for my family, providing the basics of life: food, medical care, and a safe home.
Your donations can make a world of difference for us. Every dollar can help us escape this nightmare and start anew. Your generosity can reunite our family, provide essential medical care for Ahmed, and ensure my children grow up in a peaceful environment.
Your kindness and support mean everything to us. May God bless you for your compassion.
Greetings & Gratitude🙏
Amal
*im very normal abt undertale yellow ive played it 4 times so far currently playing my 3rd true pacifist run
*had an adhd moment ans stopped halfway through steamworks to draw my 2nd favorite character :333
almost forgot to post these here
PELASDE WHY DO PPL KEEEP LIKIGN GHIS
I DIDNT DELETE ANY COMMENTS WTF IS THIS
biden x trump shippers how we feeling
slowllyyy working through art block </3