Here’s my part of the art trade with @moonyscribe!
I loved every second of drawing the adorable Elena Black-Lupin, from this post.
I wouldn’t be surprised to find her reading somewhere too ❤️❤️❤️
After the Bite of 83 in FNAF..
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it was funnier in my head
a real nischa shipper NEVER speaks ill of talia
Sirius the night of the prank 🌙
My idea was to portray him looking like he is trying to convince you to go to the shrieking shack.
I mean you can judge me but I would follow him to the end of the world like look at him 👄🖤✨
If you wanna support me I have kofi and also prints of this illustration in my shop 💖🐄🍊🌈✨
thinking about the fitpac date again but more specifically qtubbos comically bad photoshop job to try breaking them up
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
American Girl doll books as Elizabeth Afton
we finish this together