So... Yes I Draw And Decided To Give Goretober A Try For The First Time.
So... Yes I draw and decided to give Goretober a try for the first time.
Day 1. Disembowelment
It's all drawn on paper and I just enhanced the lighting with photo edit.
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I had a dream about Death wolf and I started to ponder about some stuff.
So, general idea of this wolf's appearance was manifested because Puss was a cat (Cats are afraid of wolves due to their genetic code). And it made me wonder what this would be like if he were manifest as other animals as well as a human.
My first thought was, he would possibly be an albino with his signature eyes. Mayhaps a few scars around his body with a mix of any marking or sigils somewhere on his body.
The second is a hulking giant with a deep dark hair and darkened skin. Again with his signature eyes but add on black paint splash around his temple. Similar to his wolf face shadow or fur?? Chains wrapped around the waist and forearm.
This is a random thought after I had that dream. I'll write it down because I still don't know how to draw men.
Cases of Skin Rash are increasing everyday because of bacterial , fungal or viral infections , on the other sides alot of insects such as mosquitoes, ticks, fleas and flies, which act as vectors. What we are witnessing in shelter centers and displacement camps from the accumulation of stagnant water and inadequate management of waste and sanitation provides a fertile ground for disease vectors. Every day we see in our Medical point about 50 cases of multi-cause rash. đ„đ
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We still very far from the goal. I hope everyone will donate even a little. I am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I reach my goal and remove my family from the danger of war. Share my story. Pin my story to your page. Everything helps.
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Will this help? Although for humans, wolves are able to swallow their whole head.
Ohhh thank you<333 Itâs actually kinda of cute ngl.
Death glomping his s/o cause he could not resist the urge.
Warnings: reader head being in deaths mouth? Slobber. Just fluff over all, also reader joking about making death sleep outside.
It was Sunday and you decided to clean the house. You were just washing the dishes, you didnât know where muerte was.
Looking down at the ground after washing dishes you saw some grey fur, âdamnit muerte why the hell is there fur down hereâ? You asked yourself picking the hair up.
The air shifted as if someone was watching you, turning you felt something on your head and the air suddenly changed from the cleaning product you used to a slightly musty smell. âWhat the fuckâ?
You said though it was muffled and a sudden vibration that sounded like a chuckle hit your entire head. âOh come on muerte glomping seriouslyâ?! You yelled and he removed his mouth from your head. âI couldnât resist the urge, I had to you had it coming anywayâ. He said with a grin and you sighed, suddenly some liquid ran down you face. âIf you slobbered on me Iâm gonna kick you out tonightâ. You stated with a face of slight annoyance.
âI didnâtâ? He says in a slightly higher voice and puts his paws up. Your wet hair said otherwise.
âBut if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.â
their master plan did not work </3
it ok to not be ready
Hello,,
My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shujaâiya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.
Beloved of my heart (Bakr)
Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.
My House before...
Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..
The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.
Our beautiful memories.. :(
We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.
Baker used to play with his dog.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
With deepest gratitude,
Ashraf & the Family
good things will happen đ§ż
things that are meant to be will fall into place đ§ż
Muerte/Death x Reader:
Love?
Just a short one. I wanted to write after not being able to for so long, and this'll probably be the only one I'll post after a while because exams are coming and I have, like, 2 bedrooms and an entire loft apartment I need to design + an explanation as to what design principles I chose and why I chose them, all while I'm sick and need to finish my architectural plates. So yeah xD
She's never loved anyone before.
At least not like this.
Before, she used to think that maybe love wasn't meant for her. That it was something that she wouldn't be able to reach out to and fully grasp in her hand, feel it in between her fingertips and feel its welcoming warmth in her palm and press it closely to her beating chest like she was so used to hearing about in books and in stories. That it was only something she could look at from afar and watch as others would be complete with their hold of the feeling of romance so dear that they dared trust it near their heart.
And she wasn't going to lie. She was content with that. She was content with the thought of never finding love like the others. Because maybe, maybe that's not where her life was supposed to go. And yet even though she's told herself that a plethora of times that the words were engraved in her head and in her heart, that it replaced the prayers she muttered to herself in the morning or at night, she still looked at a couple happily holding one another with the burn of wonder and jealousy that the words she had engraved so long in her heart and brain would fade.
How would it feel to have someone you could trust enough with the darkest and most destructive part of you? Trust them enough to hold you so close in a way that you would be treated as the most delicate fine china that they'd ever seen, cup your cheek with the palm of their hand and brush the soft or calloused flat of their thumb against your cheek and feel the love in that single stroke before looking at you in the eye and whisper out those words of reassurance that she's never had the privilege of hearing.
"I love you."
The words that burned through her heart and cracked the thick stone walls she's built around her heart and engraved with the words she's told herself since she had the acceptance of her lack of romance, watch as those walls crack and crumble until she's buried underneath the debris of pain and loneliness she's protected herself from after all these years.
Now, she feels the way his arms wrapped around her form, holding her as if she's the most delicate fine china she never was, feeling him laying his chin atop her head as his evened out breaths were the only sound that mattered in the dark room. She could feel the warmth of his embrace surrounding her with more care than anyone has ever given her in her life and could only lean her head against his chest, too tired of trying to fight away the love he was giving her, too tired of denying herself something that she should be receiving in the first place.
She's never loved anyone like this before. And when she goes to wrap her arm around his form, smell the lingering scent of the smoke of incense mixing with her bath products from the amounts of times he's joined her in the bath before, feel the softness of his fur in between her fingertips and feel the tip of his claws tracing mindless circles on her back, she knew she finally found the comfort of a home.
And though poets will tell people not to think of any person as such because they'll one day turn your comfort into fear, turn that love into hatred, and crush the thought of home from your mind that the sight of comfort would make your insides burn with anguish, she could only look up at his sleeping face, let the smile grace her lips and watch with a strange fascination as to how he'd come to change her life, and give him her full trust that he will remain as her home for as long as he wanted to be, and she knew she'd be doing the same.
