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Messing about with a new brush

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I also do multipanel comics ($30 per panel) and hand lettered graphic design. I'm going through a difficult time losing my home, as well as my cat needing medical treatment, so please share if you can't order anything! Thanks so much

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As of writing this, there has only been one donation in the past 5 days! We can change that! Even small amounts make a difference; let's give Sally and Mohammed a better life.

Vetted/shared by @bilal-salah0 @a-shade-of-blue @90-ghost @dlxxv-vetted-donations

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Scooby doo when he finds gross bugs in his food: ruh roh... raggots!

Shaggy: like, zoinks scoob! I don't think you can reclaim that man!

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[Day 105]

Ew! Pickles!

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The huzzlerrrrr

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Day 38- The genius god of storytelling at work!

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I’m thinking about getting a hamster and naming it after #ai the somnium files nirvana initiative. Sound off in the replies if this is a bad idea.

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A few months earlier....

So this was a short test of me trying to practice modding In Stars and Time!! Just did a short little scenario to test out the dialogue boxes and little symbols needed to make them work, made a map from scratch, etc. Made this little cutscene! Obvs using what was already in game because again. just a test

I'd honestly really like to do more ISAT modding stuff. Me on my way to spearhead a modding community for ISAT. in mods and time.

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LETS GROOVE TONIGHT!! AALLLL RIIIIGHT!!!

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THEY MADE THE FUCKING CAT MISOGYNISTIC?