hi :( when will u update :(
im assuming this is about ylts... i mean this in the nicest way possible but asking about updates only makes me delay longer ðŸ˜
i appreciate ur interest tho!
TW: panic attack, hyperventilating, car crash, hallucinations, ptsd
you know a chapter is gonna be good when theres 5 warnings at the beginning advising you against reading it.
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So happy to finally have this post out, this scene is literally one of the first things i story boarded when i started to write this comic. Very proud of myself that I've gotten this far.
I even made a brush for this chapter lol if anyone wants the Panic Attack Brushset Here it is (never made a brushset before so lmk if something goes wrong with it if anyone actually downloads it)
I never posted this on Tumbler so- have it-
GREETINGS EVERYONE!!! I've spent the last couple of months working on a full length comic adaption of @goodlucktai's beautiful 'fishbowl' fanfic!!! Below you can read the fruits of my efforts :) Enjoy!
idk if you've read this but just in case, here u go <33
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27204629
Bro you underestimate the amount of Luffy & Sanji fics I've read—I eat that shit up like SOUP
verified - #170 on el-shab-hussein's list vetted by nabulsi here
Mahmoud Hilles is a father of four living in Belgium - he left Gaza in 2015, and has not been able to see his children since. Mahmoud's wife suffers from chronic health issues with her kidneys, and her condition is deteriorating due to lack of medical treatment in Gaza. Now, he is asking for your kindness to help his family reach safety.
At €21,762 of his €25,000 goal, he has almost raised enough funds to help them evacuate Gaza.
Please follow Mahmoud at @hillesmahmoud and share his story so it might reach people who can donate. He misses his family dearly -- any donation you can make will help to see them reunited 🧡
"We have to jump." The cliff calls your name—beckons you forth with its high winds and the plunge it dares you to take. You whisper, "We wouldn't survive the fall." "Pray—that’s all we can do." You choke on a laugh devoid of humor, listening to the clamber of monsters not far behind, and you wonder what would be a better end between this and them. "My parent has never answered." Their eyes meet yours. "Then, pray to someone who will."
In which, Demigods pray not to the Ancient Olympians, but to the God who they know will answer.
- ao3