Happy New Year!!!

Atsushi mayoi redraw! (This card is the tarot one, The Fool)

Nothing much to say about this one. I like how it turned out :D

BSD and all its characters belong to Asagiri

Art belongs to me U-U

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.

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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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That one meme that's been going around U-U

Helluva Boss and all its characters belong to Vivziepop!

Art belongs to me :)

I am Ahmed from Gaza, I lost everything due to the war and genocide, so I launched this urgent fundraising campaign, my goal is to help my family in these tragic times, I humbly appeal to you for your generous support to help us. Your solidarity with us will make a huge difference in our lives, link in bio

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Hello, my name is Ashlyn from USA and I'm raising money for Ahmad Almadhou… Ashlyn Hendrickson needs your support for Help Ahmad's Family Es

I think I'm really lucky to have supportive people who accept me as I am, so I've never really faced acephobia, but I'd like people to know that you're valid regardless of sexuality, gender, or anything else you're wrongly discriminated for >:/

Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

Help a Family Rebuild 💔

Mohamad has lost so much and now he’s drowning in debt trying to keep his sister and her five kids safe. He needs our help to bring them to safety and start anew.

We’re 14% of the way there (€2,864/€20,000). Every euro counts. Every share matters. Regardless of his name, skin color, or religion—this is about humanity.

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Please, let’s make this happen. 🙏

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This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends 💔💔😔 🍉🇵🇸

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Baking cookies~

I didn't really know what to draw so i took a random prompt list (there are like tons of them for october!) and a random choice generator and ended up with "Baking cookies". The idea was from my friend :D

So here's Hero and Mari baking cookies (Hero's baking something else I think..?) it's basically just a redraw of that one Omori calendar art lmaoooo

Not really vibing with how it turned out :/ but at least Mari still looks cute so it's a win I guess U-U

OMORI and all its characters belong to OMOCAT

Art belongs to me :)

The Day I Picked Up Dazai

Words cannot explain how much I love this mini-Light novel. I had a lot of favorite parts while reading it, but this moment was one of the things that made me laugh the most :D (i mean the entire scene is just Dazai being a pathetic sixteen year old so-)

(P.S. GUYS AMANITA IS A TOADSTOOL. THESE ARE POISONOUS. I'm pretty sure popopretty DID mention this BUT JUST IN CASE I'LL SAY IT AGAIN)

Anyway I decided to draw a short comic for this part U-U

The translations for this are by popopretty on tumblr :) Bungou Stray Dogs and all its characters belong to Kafka Asagiri Art belongs to me :)

Happy Birthday Chuuya <3

Happy birthday to the one and only Chuuya :)

I just love his character so much! It's really so well-written and well thought out. His character design is amazing too. I can't wait to see what Asagiri has in store for him in the future :D

So for his birthday here's Chuuya at 15, 16, and 22 :>

Bungou Stray Dogs and all its characters belong to Kafka Asagiri Art belongs to me :)