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[sabertoothwalrus]

I am being so serious when I say: if you have the financial and time privilege to get a group of friends together and make an indie project, PLEASE do. Indie games, indie animations, indie comics etc etc

the art industries are kind of in the shitter. It’s not so much because of AI (though that doesn’t help) but because studios just aren’t hiring people and funding projects anymore. People who’ve been in the industry for decades are finding themselves struggling, and once you have a mortgage or kids it’s harder to do something as risky as making something on your own.

completing projects is hard. it takes a lot of time and effort, and most people can’t afford it. so if you CAN afford to make art, even at the risk of no financial gain, I strongly encourage you to be as resilient as you can. We’re at a point where these industries are not going to turn around by themselves, and waiting for jobs to open up again in order to get experience and portfolio work might not be realistic.

people have been making art and telling stories longgggg before we were getting paid for it, and people aren’t going to stop just because no one has hired them to do so.

for everyone else: support indie artists when you can!!!! That person who made that cool indie game or youtube animation or webcomic might be doing this full time! your support might be the only reason they’re able to keep doing it.

and if you have already started an indie project: you’re so brave and I’m very proud of you!!! in fact, drop a link to it in the reblogs if you want! 👇

[diana-mohammed]

A Family's Unending Journey for Safety in Gaza

My name is Mohammed, and I’m 35 years old, working as a nurse in a hospital here in Gaza. My wife, Diana, is 27, and together we’re trying to give our two young daughters a safe, stable life in a place that knows so little of either.

Our journey began in December 2023. That was when the military ordered us to evacuate our home in Al-Nuseirat. With only minutes to decide, we grabbed what we could carry, took our little girls, and moved to Khan Yunis, hoping it would be safer.

But our time there was short. We were ordered to leave Khan Yunis, so we packed up again and moved to Rafah. For a moment, we let ourselves hope that this would be the end of our running, that maybe we could start to rebuild. But Rafah wasn't safe either. Another order came, and we had no choice but to return to Al-Nuseirat, despite the dangers.

Today, we're renting a small apartment in Al-Nuseirat. It barely fits us, but it's the only place we can go. We live every day in fear, wondering if the next evacuation order will come. Each move takes away a bit more of the stability we try so hard to create for our girls. Every time we’re forced to flee, it feels like we leave behind pieces of the life we’ve worked to build.

There’s little left to hold on to but each other, and the hope that maybe one day we’ll finally find safety.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #312 )✅️

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Thank you for support and kindness

Mohammed & Diana

[avid-idiot]

There's a special place for ppl who rmb random things I've said in passing (my heart)

[abusa1978]

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[specialfoodcorners]

Savor the Symphony: A Culinary Tale of Vegetable Pulao Bliss!

[moiraimyths]

The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) | Official Trailer

The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) is a lore-rich and choice-driven historical fantasy visual novel inspired by Irish mythology and Celtic folklore. Play as a tenant farmer from mid-19th century Ireland, whose path becomes inexplicably entwined in fairy affairs after getting robbed by the roadside and lured into the mythic and war-torn world of Tír na nÓg: A once unified land, now divided into the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Will you escape and return home with your stolen belongings? Or does fate have something else in mind?

🍃 STEAM 🍂 ITCH.IO 🍃PATREON 🍂DISCORD 🍃

Eager to play? Certain route content is available NOW in early access on Steam and Itch.io! For more information, click below👇

Meet the Cast

Facts & Questions: The Game

🍃 The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) is a Kickstarter-funded project currently in development. Due to the scope of the story, we will be releasing it serially over several years to Steam and Itch.io, and discounting it while in early access. The earlier it's bought, the cheaper it will be overall, and you'll only need to buy the game once!

🍂 Not all routes are currently available! As of Nov. 1, 2024, you can play half of Shae and Maeve's routes; both approximately 50k words. If you're not sure about paying for an unfinished game, feel free to check out our free demo first. It consists of Vol. 1, Book of the Traveller (the pre-route content). Differences between the demo's Vol. 1 and the paid game's Vol. 1 are marginal following our August 1, 2024 re-release of the demo.

🍃 The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) has a recommended reading order (Vol. 1, then 2, then 3, etc.), which will correspond to the release order of the routes. For more information on our reasoning behind this, click here.

🍂 Due to its setting, The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) will occasionally feature instances of characters speaking in Gaeilge, i.e. the Irish language. All instances of Gaeilge are linked to an internal translation tool, which is voiced by Nigel McKeon, a Gaeilgeoir.

🍃 The main character is yours to shape. At minimum, you must choose a nickname, pronouns, and one of four default appearances, the last of which can be your own artwork (instructions are included in the game's files). You may also choose to discard the True Name…

🍂 All routes, both current and upcoming, will have both romantic and platonic choice options. If you're uninterested in romance, feel free to make friends instead! No matter the nature of your relationship, you will still be able to reach the good end. (Want to learn more? Refer to this post!)

🍃 Our cast consists of two men, two women, and two non-binary characters. All are romancable no matter the MC, but some characters are asexual or on the aromantic spectrum, which may impact aspects of their romances.

🍂 If you are a Mac user and are having issues launching the game via the Itch direct download, refer to this guide for troubleshooting before sending us an ask. We strongly recommend purchasing the game through Steam instead of Itch if you are a Mac user; it is the best way to avoid issues with launching the game.

🍃 NDM is very intentionally set just prior to the onset of the Great Famine, which is both thematically and textually relevant to the leftist, anti-imperialist story we're aiming to tell. If you would like more insight into this, refer to this post.

🐎 There are secrets to be found in this game, with more yet to come. Prepare yourself for a lot of horse related shenanigans. 🐎

Facts & Questions: The Company

🧵 Moirai Myths is a five-person company based out of Canada. The core devs/founders go by Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. All writing and programming are done by this collective, i.e. the Fates.

🪡 Moirai Myths has a two person in-house artist team consisting of Kazane, our Character/UI Designer, and Melinoe, our Environmental Designer. In addition to them, though, we have had a number of guest artists assist us with the creation of sprites, CGs, and an assortment of other materials. If you'd like to meet them, check out our about page on our website!

✂️ Moirai Myths stands with the people of Palestine 🇵🇸

Disclaimer: This description will be updated periodically. If you're reading this in a reblog, you may want to check our current pinned post for potential changes.

[reality-detective]

JFK also fought against the Federal Reserve and their grip on America’s money. There were Blue and Red Certificates...

Executive Order 11110 was a KILLSHOT at the Fed: 👇

��� Stripping power from the banking cartel. 💥

• Issuing U.S. Notes backed by silver.

Money = Control.

And when JFK challenged it, [THEY] struck back. 🤔

[hane22]

Read it once in your life, and never regret it.🖐️✅

✅ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #99 ) ✅

I am Hane I am 38 years old and my wife Noor is 33 years old We lived the most beautiful years of my life, I gave birth to Abdullah, Saleh and Salma, my family was beautiful, I had a beauty salon, my craft was one of the most beautiful hobbies I have, but the occupation destroyed my source of income and my home, it destroyed my health as well, I was seriously injured in my foot that made me unable to provide the basic and secondary requirements of my children Every day the pain increases more and more

Abdullah 🧒is 12 years old, my eldest son. I was waiting for the moment when he would enter middle school. Unfortunately, his school was completely destroyed, but in the war he lost his hobby of playing football. But in the war we lost everything beautiful

Salma👩‍🦰, my daughter, is 10 years old. She is one of the most beautiful princesses👑, but my heart bleeds when she tells me why we, the children, are different from the world

Saleh 👶is 6 years old. He is the joke of the house. He has many talents. He loved his kindergarten very much. He would wait for the morning to play with his friends and practice his hobby in his kindergarten. I am afraid to tell him that his kindergarten was destroyed. It destroyed his childhood and his laughter

Even my wife was not spared from this war that is devastating my entire family🧒🧒👩‍🦰👶. I was pregnant for 9🤰 months and unfortunately my daughter died at birth, due to poor nutrition😪🥺 and unhealthy living conditions for her and our baby.

We lack basic human needs, no food, no electricity, no water. We have been poisoned and infected🍞 by the unhealthy water🥛 we drink. During this period, she felt remorse at how difficult it was for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick. I hope to provide us with support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage to Egypt across the border. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with no children's needs such as education and food and drink. Please help us by donating to survive and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as much as possible Note: my campaign is vetted by Femme intifada on telegram

We lack basic human needs🙏🙏, no food, no electricity, no water. We have been poisoned and infected by the unsanitary water we drink

Please🙏🥺 help us by donating to stay alive and leave Gaza for my treatment, and to keep my wife and children safe from the war. Thank you for your kindness, compassion and generosity during this difficult time. With my sincere thanks and warm regards.

Read more about us in the following link, please donate to us on it and share it 👇

Please help us get out of life's crises and the woes of war

[nosyp]

No Way Out

Continuation of this

Next part

A/N = Sorry no smut this time y'all

Warning = captivity, violence, guns, front man, mild spoilers, kidnapping, isolation, controlling behaviour

Pairing = Front man x reader

Summary = You, a captive, fought to escape In-Ho's creation, but freedom slips further away with each attempt.

Word count = 2.1k

Read beloowoww 👇

All you could hear were gunshots and screams echoing through the rooms for hours. You hated this. Every blast tore through the silence, through your sanity, as you begged your partner to stop. But he never listened. He claimed it was "saving the world," as if those words could justify the horror. You’ve had enough with his shenanigans, but the thought of leaving… of escaping… it just felt impossible. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think. You were trapped in a nightmare of his creation.

When the shots finally stopped, an eerie silence followed. It was the kind of silence that sent shivers up your spine… and the worst part was that… you had no idea what was coming next. You stepped back instinctively as you saw him walking toward you, his tall figure silhouetted by the dim light from the room.

His mask glowed under the lights of the room, making him look even more intimidating. The polished black surface revealed nothing, yet you could feel his gaze piercing through you.

“You’re shaking,” he said, his voice as cold and steady as ever.

You swallowed hard, clenching your fists to keep them from trembling. “This… this isn’t saving the world. You’re just killing people.���

His head tilted slightly. “Sacrifices have to be made to save the world,” he replied. “You don’t understand now, but you will soon. Someday, one day, you’ll see the bigger picture.”

“I don’t want to see the bigger picture,” you snapped, anger replacing the fear that had gripped you. “I want this to end. I want out.”

He stepped closer, and for a moment, you thought he might actually lash out. But instead, he reached up and removed the mask, revealing a face you could never quite grow accustomed to. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes held a flicker of something. Was it pity? Regret? You couldn’t tell.

“You say that now,” he murmured, his voice softer. “But there’s no escaping this. Not for me, and certainly not for you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you took a shaky step back. “I didn’t sign up for this. You made me a part of it. You trapped me here.”

“And I’ll protect you,” he said, his hand reaching out to brush your cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender, and it made your stomach twist with conflicting emotions. “Even if you hate me for it.”

You slapped his hand away, the sting of your palm against his skin making a loud crack. “I don’t need your protection. I need my freedom.”

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Freedom comes with a price. Are you ready to pay it?”

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. His face hardened instantly, the mask slipping back into place as he turned toward the noise.

“Stay here,” he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding.

You wanted to argue, to tell him you wouldn’t stay and be his prisoner any longer. But the weight of the situation and the danger outside made your words catch in your throat. You hated how powerless you felt, how much control he had over your life… and hundreds of others.

As he disappeared into the hallway, gun in right hand, you clenched your fists again, this time with determination. If you couldn’t find a way out now, you’d make one. One way or another.

Someday, maybe you’ll decide to betray his command and go out of the room, explore the whole island. Maybe you’d even expose the island to the real world beyond it.

Then you heard footsteps, they weren’t his though. This was a completely different shoe and pace. They were a bit more rushed, not as deliberate as him. It was probably one of those red-hooded masked people. They’d been ordered to not only take care of the players… but also take care of you. To not let you escape and make sure you stand where you should be.

Click.

The door clicked open and you turned your head that way. It was a square masked person, of course. They were the highest rank after all.

You were allowed to watch the game, do anything. As long as you stayed in the room and on the island.

But that wasn’t enough for you anymore. It never had been. The constant screams, the endless violence, the way lives were reduced to a stack of cash… it gnawed at you endlessly. Your stomach churned every time another body fell, and yet, you were expected to sit there, detached, like someone watching a movie. You weren’t allowed a phone either, so you really couldn’t film the events for evidence.

You’d tried to reason with him before, begged him to see the madness in all of it, but his answers were always the same. Cryptic. Dismissive. As if your objections were nothing more than a nuisance.

But you weren’t going to sit still any longer. You couldn’t. Not when every fiber of your being screamed to break free, to take action. Anything would be better than standing idly and watching.

Your gaze flicked to the door. You knew what leaving meant. He wouldn’t forgive it. He might even…

You pushed the thought away, determination setting in. If you couldn’t stop the games, maybe you could find a way out. Maybe you could stop being a prisoner in this hellhole.

“I’m hungry.” you say, echoing through the full black room. He definitely had something for the black colour. All of the furniture was dark… you should ask him about it later.

The masked person then walked out of the room and swiftly came back with a plate of food.

They set the plate down in front of you with a heavy silence, their eyes lingering on you for just a moment too long. The air between you both felt charged, like the space was about to crack open.

“You should eat,” the masked figure said, their voice devoid of any emotion. “You’ll need your strength for what’s to come.”

The food sat there, its aroma faint but still enough to stir your hunger. But you didn’t feel like eating. Your mind was too full of plans, too full of thoughts of escape, of breaking free. You hadn’t even realized how much the games, the endless violence, had hollowed you out until now. You stared at the food, but your gaze didn’t linger. Instead, your thoughts kept drifting back to the door, to the escape that still seemed just out of reach.

“I’m not staying here any longer,” you said, your voice quieter this time, but laced with conviction. “I don’t care what you or he says. I won’t watch another person die in front of me.”

The masked figure didn’t respond immediately, simply watching you. You could almost feel the weight of their scrutiny as they observed your every move. It was as if they were measuring you, calculating your next move.

You clenched your fists at your sides. You were done being a prisoner in this room, in this world.

The sound of footsteps grew louder from the hallway, more hurried now. Your heart skipped a beat. This could be it. Maybe this was the moment you made a good decision, a choice that might finally free you.

You stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor with a loud sound. The masked figure seemed to tense at the sudden movement, but they didn’t stop you. They knew better than to try to control you right now. It was clear that whatever you were about to do was bigger than anything they could prevent.

“I’m leaving,” you muttered to yourself, more to yourself than to them. You turned toward the door, walking past the plate of food, as if it meant nothing now.

Then the door creaked open, and you crossed the threshold, breath stuck in your throat. There was no going back. Not this time.

The hallway beyond was dimly lit, shadows were dancing along the walls. You didn’t know where you were going, but you couldn’t stop now. Every step you took felt like it was taking you closer to freedom… or closer to your end. Either way, you were done staying in the dark room, done with the games, done with being a silent observer.

The footsteps behind you grew louder, closer now. Someone was coming. The thought of being caught, of being dragged back to that room, surged in your chest, but you didn’t let it stop you. Not now. Not when you were this close.

Then a voice, low and commanding, called out from behind you.

“Stop.”

It was one of his lackeys. They had found you.

You stopped, but you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. The fear, the adrenaline. It all mixed together into a weird feeling, but you refused to let it break you. You weren’t going back.

“I won’t stop,” you said, your voice steady, defiant.

The tension was unbearable. The silence stretched between you both as you waited for his next move, for whatever he planned to do now.

And then, just as quickly as the moment began, the sound of heavy footsteps receded. You had been given a moment, perhaps your last chance.

You didn’t waste it.

You ran.

You knew this was risky. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to turn back, but the urge to escape had grown too strong, too consuming. The sound of footsteps behind you had long faded, and the small light guided your way as you snuck toward the edge of the building.

But just as you neared the side of the building, your body was yanked back with an iron grip. Your heart leaped into your throat, and before you could make another move, you were shoved hard into the rough stone wall. A sharp pain ran through your shoulder, but you didn’t have the chance to recover.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine. The red-hooded person was there, their hand gripping your arm tightly, pinning you in place as they stared down at you, their face hidden behind the mask.

You tried to twist away, struggling with everything you had, but their hold was unyielding. The sound of their boots scraped against the ground as they shifted, pressing you even harder against the cold stone.

“I told you,” they said, their voice low and full of amusement, “you don’t get to leave. Not like this.”

Your chest tightened with frustration, but before you could retaliate, you heard more footsteps. The familiar click of boots nearing. Another figure.

“They’ve already informed the boss,” the second masked person said, their tone dismissive as they reached you. “It’s time to return.”

Your stomach dropped. There was no chance now. You had failed.

As they began to drag you back, the sharp sting of defeat spread through your chest. You’ve tried. You had truly tried to escape, but here you were, dragged back into the clutches of this place. No matter how far you went, they were always one step ahead.

The second person gestured to the door that led back inside the building, the familiar room awaiting your return. The one place you had tried so hard to escape. But now, it was where you were going to remain.

“Get inside,” the first person snapped.

You were shoved forward, stumbling into the room. The cold air hit your skin, but it did little to numb the sharp pang of frustration that gnawed at you. They weren’t going to give up on holding you here, were they?

As the door clicked shut behind you, your heart sank further. There was no point in trying to fight them now. You were back, just like they had predicted.

Your gaze drifted to the center of the room where you knew he would be. And sure enough, there he was, his tall form standing in the shadows with his mask still in place. His unreadable eyes flicked toward you as the door slammed shut, locking you back into the cage you’d fought so hard to escape.

You had failed.

But you wouldn’t give up. Not yet.

You would find another way. Someday. Maybe not today. But soon.

You were brought back into the dark room, with the huge screen allowing you to watch. This time, you spotted a familiar face. Player 001.

[lovelycrawfishy]

Will likely continue doodling this scenario again later, blame @amaya-143 (TW for su1c1d3)

👇(Accidentally ordered the same drink as Siffrin and is NOT happy about it <\3)

Oh no, the enbys are fighting again :(

ALSO, FINALLY FOUND A GOOD DOODLING BRUSH YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[timandbash]

How A Dragon Sees Chinese New Year 2024 🐲

Happy year of the Dragon! 🐲

Tim and Bash is a series of cute and funny videos about a firefighter who adopts a baby dragon! 👩‍🚒

Tim's secret ambition is to train Bash to be used in the fire service, whilst Bash's secret ambition is to steal all of Tim's gold. Little does he know, Tim is poor… 😳

You can read our comics and find out more about us here 👇 https://www.timandbash.com/

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[greenleopard49]

Dev Still Remembers!

Dev still remembers that he had Peri as his godparent!

When Jorgen was erasing everyone's memories, his wand was behaving like a Neuralyzer from the movie "Men In Black".

A neuralyzer is a device that wipes the memory of a target. The set length of memory erased can be changed using dials, and the effects can be reversed. In order for agents to not be harmed by the effects, they have "Ray-Ban" sunglasses, that deflect the light created by the neuralyzer.

Notice what both Jorgen and Dev are wearing when Jorgen uses his wand to wipe out memories about fairies and magic.

Dev still remembers! Now what does this mean if there is a season 2? Dev may help out Hazel and her friends behind the scenes when Hazels' wishes go wrong. He will probably learn how to do good without getting any recognition for his work. Maybe he can earn the trust of Peri again and regain him as his fairy.

If you want to know my ideas for a season 2, then click below 👇

[abusa1978]

[alhabil]

🚨Urgent Appeal 🚨

Your Donation Can Save Us🙏🙏💔

New evacuation orders are forcing us to leave our homes once again, this time from the middle of Khan Younis and East of Deir Al-Balah, dangerously close to where we are👇👇😓😓

We are in constant fear, with nowhere truly safe to go, despite the claims of so-called humanitarian areas. Every moment is a reminder of the fragile nature of our existence.😣😓

We kindly ask for your support by donating to help us during these difficult times🙏🙏

No place is truly safe, and the reality is far from what is claimed by those in power🤕🤕

Vetted.@el @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein @gaza-evacuation-funds

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[trisiyamoon]

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