Hello đ
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
Happy Valentines Day! :p Here's a black heart bonnie for you all.
Ya know I didn't use to like valentines day, cause it felt like I had to conform to society's standards and find someone to love if I didn't want to. Like, I remember the kids in my class asking me if I had a crush even though we were basically 9. I didn't get it, so I would always say 'no one' or point to the most random person and hope they didn't say anything. Thankfully, they usually didn't and ran off. Nowadays though, I'm really happy when valentines day rolls around cause that means lots of chocolate In the store! And the next day it's all discount so I can get some for me, my siblings and my friends! It's great! Anyway, hope you enjoy the drawing. Maybe ill make a colored version for him.
(Transcript:
"Whoa hey. What's wrong?" Baal asks his brother. Softly, the younger twin mumbles on his brother's shoulder. "It's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm right here." Baal rubbed their brothers back, holding him gently as if he'd fall apart and Aym held them back with the tightness of a man who saw his loved one disappear in front of his eyes.
"I-I saw you die. The-That Lamb slit your throat." Ba'al's memory of the events were slim, blurry little things. They don't remember much but they remember the Lamb. He members their staff breaking from the force and- "It's okay."
Pulling himself off of Ba'al, Aym roughly wiped away his tears. "Did you get another cut on your eye?" His sibling asked softly and with a poisonous hiss in his words, Aym responded with, "From that damned Lamb. The fucker cut it."
"Can you see out of it?"
Aym froze, the thought never crossing his mind. He blinked a couple times but shook his head in dismay. "No."
"That's okay. I'll be your eye from now on." Aym looked up at Ba'al, finally finished rubbing his eye. He smiled and was about to thank him when the cat noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Wooden sticks with markings on them splintered and shattered on the ground. Metal pieces broken off or cracked. A once divine weapon was now broken and nothing more than normal wood.
"Ah! Our staff!" Aym shouted. "That is not ideal.." Ba'al said, walking up next to his brother.`
"It isn't. What will we do now?"
"We move on."
"Brother we are basically defenseless."
With that Ba'al chuckled. "We aren't defenseless. We have plenty!" He spoke loudly, his arms raising and falling to meet his point. Aym looked at him with annoyance and confusion. As he crossed his arms he asked his brother, "What are you on about?"
"I have my knives, yes? You have your magic still, correct? We'll be fine." Ba'al looked back at his brother a mischievous and cocky lint in his eyes accompanied by a smirk.)
first post. lets see how this goes, yeah? I'm starving for Aym and Baal content. We love our boys
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Flirty Aroace but cant understand when someone flirts with him
Baal is the older twin by 20 minutesÂ
The more distant twin in terms of getting to know others
Uses humor as a coping mechanism when stressedÂ
More of a physical touch lover
Baal loves and adores his brother more than anything, but will mess with him to hell and back, much to his twins annoyance
Back in the afterlife, Baal didn't really like Narinder and now that hes been resurrected there is a lot of underlying anger, hate and spite
Made sure Aym didnt fall for a lot of the really bad liesÂ
Only hangs around him due to the feeling of obligation and Aym
Despite him being the oldest and colder twin, Baal is a hell of a lot more chaotic and as a result more rebellious than his twin. He can and will bother several people in one day and link them all together to cause the most dramatic shit for no reason
On a good day hes mischievous and funny little goofball, who'd you have to stop from being a little thieving shit.Â
Him and Aym are pretty acrobatic
The physically stronger twin
Caused the cut on Ayms eye, still feels a little guilty on the really bad days
Really good at social cues and communicating
After being resurrected, he convinced Aym to run away and explore with him, and find their mother. They stay a short walk away from her now
The camillia he wore started dying a bit after being brought back. It crushed him
He ended up planting a lot of camillia around their house, that he took from the lambs cult
Calls Aym, Murder Kitty, Ayme and Moon Moon
âGay gay homosexual gay gayâ - BaalÂ
The more emotional twin but covers it by being aggressive and violent
Rants about his hyper-fixation if you ask him a single question
Not the best with social cues or words in general. He's trying
Preferred love language is words of affirmationÂ
Aym loves his brother but wishes he wasn't such an annoying shit a times
Aym has a more positive opinion of Narinder than his brother but does still feel the same anger and hate
Narinder caused the cut on his ear and manipulated him the most
Understands his brother's hatred for Narinder and does not show any animosity toward that factÂ
still obeys Narinder to a degree even if he doesn't feel okay doing it
Not nearly as chaotic as Baal but chaotic enough. Unlike his brother, Aym is more subtle and chaotic. Sleeping in wild positions moving things around and causing a bit of a panic
On a good day, he's a little arsonist. He will burn everything
Can't cook for shit
He and Baal are pretty acrobaticÂ
The stronger twin in regards to magic
Forgives Baal for cutting his eye whenever he apologizes. Baal shouldn't have to feel guilty about an accident that happened 12 years ago
Took a bit of convincing due to fear and feelings of obligation, but ran away with Baal from Narinder to explore and find their mother. Has nightmares of him finding themÂ
Calls Baal, Baliel, Chaos Incarnate, and sunshine
Itâs Bon Bon and his twin, Bonnet! These two hand puppet clowns were very fun to draw and as well proving quite the challenge. Instead of just plain red cheeks, I gave them swirls so theyâd have a more fun look. I didnât know if I wanted to give them springs or not but I instead went with a wheel. Maybe a spring wouldâve been better? Made a more dynamic design? Who knows but theyâre finished!
If I ever color these two Iâd make their faces white, noses and cheek swirls red and freckles pink.
Please bear with me and read to the end! I promise it'll be worth it.
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My stylized version of Classic Bonnie! I wanted him to look more like the stuffed toy but I did without the middle part because of a stylistic choice. Heâs probably my favorite so far, and I will (eventually) post another rabbit. I love his pants and his bow tie is soo cute to me!
So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.
_ NARINDER_
Goes by He/They/It
Heâs a bi-disaster
Uses his tail to stimÂ
Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close.Â
His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it.Â
He was kinda an asshole
One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversialÂ
So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motionÂ
His siblings feared this and they couldnât understand why he was so a okay with it
It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing
Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hellsÂ
Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most
He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he canât hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so itâs best to take his eyes
Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger.Â
It didnât help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms
His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith.Â
When that didnât work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years.Â
And when that didnât work he sat and cried.Â
About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers
When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops
This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god.Â
When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan.Â
He didn't even know about ForanusÂ
When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.
Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.
Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.
He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.
He doesn't regret it.Â
Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.
After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what heâs done.
He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.
He knows he has to tell Foranus whatâs happened to her kits eventually.Â
He doesn't the twins that much. Heâs annoyed with them, disappointed even.Â
How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb?Â
He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help.Â
The Lamb helps anyway. Â
When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.
His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesnât know where it isÂ
Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one.Â
Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb
[Transcript: "Right."
"Mmng..huh? Uh, hi there."
*bush worm noises*
"Well then. I suppose you're okay. Tell me then, friend, where exactly am I? This place...it smells so strongly of death and even I know darkwood is thriing of life. But the trees..."
"Nngh...brother? My eye.."
"Aymi, how are you feeling?"
".....Terrible."
"It's alright. Things will be better." ]
Skrunkly Bois!
They are so skrunkly đ
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| Oh, Great Lamb. Praise Be To You. God Anew...Shal Your Kingdom Rise Above.|
| For All Shal Hear Your Gospel.|
| But Beware, Lamb, For Some Arnt Content To Stay Dead.|
| And Crowns Hold Grudges. |
| CULT OF THE WRATHFUL|
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