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okay fresh post. please for the love of god please help my friend mohammed and the 27 family members he's providing for, their campaign is almost stagnant the last two days. there are no jobs, they have no house, they have slept on the streets and been shot and starved by the iof since last october. it is terrifying to see their gfm slowing like this because they literally have no other options for survival.

verified / draculas art for donors

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Hello, my friend, I am Abeer from Gaza 🇵🇸

I need your help if I can 🙏

I'm not feeling well. I'm unable to get the supplies for my children because of the high prices, and this requires a sum to get milk and presers, and my child needs every week to have a pack of diapers and a can of milk for 200€ 💔

I came to you with shame

Can you help me get my children's requirements? I just want a small donation of 20€. Can you afford it? I'm really sorry😭💔

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #79 )

https://gofund.me/3be0a45c

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PINTSRESSSSTTTSRRDTDRYJHSGJJ

SIDE SEEING - PINTEREST (SHE/HER)

queen of aesthetic moodboards

robin hood of the internet for her sheltered users

you know the girl best friend break up goes crazy when one of you gains weight and the other transitions

DESIGNED BY RAZZ (@/abyssmonarch-cookie).

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GAY #woah VINE GAY

i can finally post this commission i did for @bagelchat

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SIDE SEEING - FACEBOOK (HE/HIM)

master of bad dad jokes with a minion attached to it

"Ex-wife more like Ex-menace!"

certified generated slop consumer

DESIGNED BY ANDY (@/andellaheartz).

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aaronicky my roman empire #woah

As soon as I found this sound, these two came to my mind.

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HE'S SO DUMB I LOVE HIM

HELPPP HE'S SO CUTEE-😭😭😭

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i love ur art sm #woah

It says: "If I left you, I never meant to..." I'm not sure if this is true, but it seems HN2 comes after Act II of the original game, which implies Nick escaped after Act II but Aaron didn't. I was inspired by this idea, and this came out. I used a bunch of different mediums to get this result and I'm very happy with it! <3

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cryin #woah

Mya Peterson and the Crying Child. Both accidentally killed by their older brothers.

i’m sick so i was feeling abstract today

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ok so inspired by @when-hyperfocus-hits I decided to redraw all characters from The Rescue Squad + Nicky (Hello Neighbor). Because the original version does not look like the 90s, i.e. the times in which the action of the story takes place. So here's my version

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merry christmas/happy holidays to the boys who probably spent many holidays trapped in a basement :’)

it’s kind of ugly because it’s a quick drawing :(

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I remember I did a “Erin” post on my other blog a long time ago but I felt like I needed an update

I was lowkey inspired by @daradiostarz headcanon about Aaron/Erin (if i remember correctly lol) and felt like doing her, though it’s just a quick sketch lol

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babiesssssss

i’m experimenting with smaller, baby proportions, so i decided to use the beloved Peterson kids ❤️

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Afterthought- A Hello Neighbor One-Shot

What if Diane never died? And Ted was nowhere to be found...

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It’s a breezy, quiet, clear night again. I wish I could see the stars better without the glare of the yellow light above me. I glance down at my hands rubbed raw after washing this one bowl for…

“How long has it been…?” I mutter, not really referring to the dish. How long has it been since we’ve been alone here? It’s been much quieter recently, like the night outside. My eyes wander to the now empty house across the street. It’s been hard for the kids being so alone here, especially without friends close by. And me… without my best friend here with me.

My vision gets cloudy and I find myself reaching for the box in my pocket, but I can’t. I promised them I’d quit. They’re all I have left.

A touch on my shoulder makes me jump– “Sorry, Mom–” A light voice whispers. I turn and see gentle green eyes, looking up at me, wide and timid. “Mouse– It’s late, what are you doing–” “Before you ask and scold me– I couldn’t sleep…”

I let out a little sigh. “Mouse… We agreed you’d try to sleep by yourself–”

“I know– I can– I just…” Her eyes rest on my shoes. 

Mya’s nightmares just get worse, but she won’t tell me about them. I can tell when they’re particularly bothering her on nights like these. 

“I’ll take you back to bed, okay?” I say softly, running my fingers through her hair. Even though she’s almost thirteen now, I learned to never get tired of tucking your kids in, no matter how old they get. 

I walk up the stairs after her, finding the upstairs darker and quieter than the night. Mya quietly shuffles into her room, adjusting a star nightlight in the corner. The moonlight lights up the other corner of the room where the nightlight’s glow doesn’t quite reach. She snuggles up under the covers, almost engulfed in her stuffed animals she kept around her pillow and along the wall next to her.

I sit on the bed beside her, careful not to accidentally squash any stuffed animals. Her bright eyes look up at me as I brush the hair out of her face. 

I hum the song I used to when she and Aaron were young. A gentle, but ominous lullaby-like tune I used to dance to with the vinyl player. 

“Do you remember this song…?” I whisper, briefly interrupting the tune.

“Mhm…” She responds, her eyes getting a bit heavy. 

“You used to always want to dance with me when it played…”

“But I’d always fall trying to do the twirl part…” She chuckles with me, letting her smile linger a bit longer afterwards.

I keep humming, brushing my fingers against her cheeks. The moonlight dances on her face, highlighting her gentle features. 

Her eyelids start to droop over her eyes, and I think she’s finally falling asleep before she whispers, “Mom…”

“Yes?” I coo.

“....I’m scared to sleep…” She tries to blink her eyes open more.

“Why, Mouse? It’ll be okay…”

“I had a dream–” She adds quickly, her eyes getting wide, “That he was here again… and everything was happy for a bit, but then– he got mad and– and–” 

I quickly pull her into a hug when she starts shaking. “Mya– He’s not coming back here– It’s okay…”

She hugs me desperately, and I almost feel guilty for not realizing before how badly she needed comfort. How much she needed me. In the midst of all the bills, and lawsuits, and nosy people, and how stupid this pitiful town could be– she needed me. And I sit there, rubbing her back and telling her “it’s okay”; I don’t feel like it’s okay. 

I don’t notice I’m crying until I hear the soft pitter patter of tears on the pillow. 

“How long has it been…” I whisper, holding Mya’s limp body as she breathes slowly and deeply. She finally fell asleep.  

After a few moments, I try to gently set her back down on the bed, letting the stuffed animals fall into place around her head like before. 

I kiss her forehead and take in how peaceful she is. 

“I’m so sorry, Mouse…” I whisper, feeling tears on the verge of leaking again. “I love you… Good night…” And I slip out of the room into the hallway. Only one side is illuminated because of the kitchen lights downstairs. I glance to my left to the dark, almost abyss-like side of it. 

It’s quiet. But Aaron’s been very quiet recently.

I tread lightly on the carpet, but the sound of my footsteps seem to dissipate as I step further into the darkness. I press an ear against the door of Aaron’s room. Still nothing.

I cautiously open the door a crack, trying to push away unwanted thoughts that he might not even be there, like before.

To my surprise, there’s a light from the other side of the room. I open the door some more, the moonlight making me squint a bit. 

“Aaron…?” I say, not quite a whisper. 

After a second of silence, I hear a hoarse, “Come in..”

I breathe a bit easier. “Aaron– What are you still doing up…? He’s hunched over the small table near the window, drawing, I gather. “Heard you downstairs,” He states nonchalantly. “I didn’t want to go to bed until you did.”

I try to step in further before I notice scattered papers all over the floor. “What’s all this…?”

He shrugs. I take it as permission to look. 

I pick them up, one by one, examining each smudged charcoal picture. Most are incoherent scribbles and shapes, but only a few have a sketched man shrouded in darkness. Each one had a similar theme. 

“Cat…” I breathe, taken aback. 

He finally looks back at me, his eyes puffy and red. 

We look at each other in silence, and I could already tell what the drawings were about. 

“You miss him, don’t you?” He asks me; his gaze is hollow.

I feel hummingbirds in my ears. “Cat… just go to bed…”

He doesn’t stop looking at me. He always seems to know when something’s wrong just by looking at Mya or me. 

I sigh, trying to blink back tears. “I… Yes…” I answer, finally. 

“Do you know how long it’s been?” His voice is hollow now.

I know the answer now, but even so, it surprises me when I say it. “A year.”

We lapse into silence again, and I find more comfort looking at the floor.

“I miss him too.”

I look up again, and I can finally see something behind his eyes. I don’t know what.

My fingers trace against my pocket with my box. “It was for the best,” I say and hope I sound convincing.

He lets out a small sigh, and I can already tell I wasn’t convincing enough. 

“It should’ve been me.” He starts to turn away.

“Cat– No–” I kneel beside him and find his gaze. “It’s not your fault. It was those– those damn people and their vendetta against us– he just– he… he wasn’t the same after all that…” I can’t keep back the tears anymore, and by the way Aaron’s face glistened in the light, I can tell he couldn’t keep them back either.

When he doesn’t respond, I add, “It’s better this way… He’ll get the help that he needs and.. Maybe one day he’ll…” Come home. But I can’t finish the sentence. 

“You don’t really believe that…” He barely whispers. 

I can’t answer him; and despite my efforts to comfort him further, he retreats to his bed and mutters a quick “good night” as a sign for me to leave.

“Good night, Cat…” I pause at the door. “I’m sorry… for not being there for you…I love you…”

No response.

I shut the door behind me and step into a now even bleaker hallway. It all feels so final but so unresolved. My mind hovers around this idea as I, almost mechanically, walk down the stairs and start washing a bowl again, not sure if it’s the same bowl as before or not. Does it matter? 

It’s a bleak, hollow, cold night again.

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EDIT

WOAH

IM CRYING 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

Aaron and Mya Peterson edit || step on me

This so so sad💔😭

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udusjsjz #woah

what went wrong

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i love this #woah

Dr Phile will be back after these commercial breaks (of every single one of your bones)