God Says: My Plans Are Bigger Than Your Mistakes. — God

A Yarnaby spoingle for these troubled times

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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I've decided I'm going to make a story arc based on my ClanGen cats :D

So it's about one I named SummitsClan after a fan Clan I made in my Warriors headworld "Fallen Stars" (it was supposed to be SummitClan but I already have a Clan called that which...um, died out 💀) they're kind of the ancestors of modern day SummitClan. It entails the DF residents of the Clan, Nightblotch, Chaffinch, Yarrowfeather and Lightspeckle; some of the living cats (Fallingsteep, Canarystar, Lightrush, Luckpaw, Firepaw, etc.), and the StarClan kitties (Icestar, Webstar, Micapaw, Spiderwhisker, etc.) and an exile named Yuccafoot. He was cast out of the Clan after it was discovered he was responsible for the murder of Palepaw (which he may or may not have done) during Icestar's regime and when Webstar (Webfall then) was deputy. Nightblotch, who was exiled much later after Yuccafoot for killing Skyfall, a loner-turned-med is furious at StarClan for sending him to the Place of No Stars after he croaked outside camp, and takes up the duty of wiping out the Clans and Silverpelt with it; thus he seeks allies of all kinds—DF cats, living cats, even StarClan cats angry at their own demise, and to him, a lonely outcast such as Yuccafoot is no different. He begins reasoning with Yuccafoot on seeking revenge on SummitClan for sending him away, but Yucca refuses to be "poisoned" by the dark warrior. Night and his comrades don't relent, appearing in his dreams and whispering lies every waking moment, driving the latter on the brink of insanity. Leaf-fall blows in an Yuccafoot decides to go to the city (*cOuGh* TWOLEGPLACE *CoUgH cOuGh*) in search of better prey and conditions, possibly also to drive away the sleep paralysis demons from cat heck. Food is much more plentiful, not to mention he has less encounters with the DarkClan cats now. But unfortunately, he stumbles upon rogue territory and gets badly injured trying to fight them off. A day later, he awakens in a Twoleg den with strange white substance wrapped around his hind leg. Little does he know that a strange dark mist watches him from the window...

Aight, that's all for now, here's a few more facts regarding the characters:

-Yarrowfeather was exiled for killing her apprentice Micapaw, who was adopted by the medicine cat Spiderwhisker along with his littermate Fallingsteep.

-Chaffinch, formerly a loner who became a medicine cat, was exiled for murdering Spiderwhisker by feeding her nightshade berries on purpose.

-Nightblotch pushed Skyfall off a cliff (really shouldn't have named her Skyfall (´_ゝ`)

-Fallingsteep has had persistent headaches from birth. She was training to be a warrior, but after Micapaw's death, she became a medicine cat apprentice under Spiderwhisker.

-Lightrush, one of the meds, has a slight dislike for Fallingsteep.

For anyone who needs it

I am not a pro at this, just randomly used 100% of my brain while drawing gold once

Twitter restricted my account.

Bluesky suspended my account TWICE for ABSOLUTELY no reason, after a week of inactivity.

YouTube and Instagram algorithm is trash.

From my experience in posting art since last year, Tumblr, Facebook (surprisingly, in my groups) and maybe DeviantArt (ignore the cringe fanart and toxic community part) are tolerable, Tumblr being the most convenient site and chill community.

Any thoughts?

A wild Cinderpelt has appeared!

I love her the cinnamon roll :3

Feel free to make requests on more fictional characters!

Ghada's campaign on GoFundMe has had it's transfers paused without cause. She relies greatly on donations to survive and now she is in desperate need of support. These are her words. Please donate and share.

Hello, I'm Ghada Mhasen, 20 years old, mother of a child born in war. She married shortly before the war and became pregnant a month before the war. The war came and killed my joy with my pregnancy and marriage, as we were forced to leave our house and flee. I left my belongings and things behind. I couldn't take anything. It was a difficult period with great difficulty. We found a tent to shelter my husband and me, because we had nothing. No one helped us. We tried to manage our affairs with the simplest and least things, but we also had to flee again, as we fled to Rafah. I heard the news of my house bombing and it was shocking news for me because it was all we had. My condition deteriorated and I was afraid for my unborn baby. Time passed and we tried to manage our affairs, but we almost died of hunger and almost lost my child, but thank God he remained fine. We continued to be displaced and our condition worsened. My husband and I were very tired until we visited Khan Yunis for the last time. It's time for me to have children and be born in a tent, a contaminated tent. There was no medical supplies. My condition was critical, but thanks to God, my child and I survived. Now I can't provide for his basic needs. We put below zero. I have now resorted to creating a Chuffed account to ask for help from you. Please help me, please. We need a tent to accommodate us from the winter and the needs of my child. We need food and drink. We need medicine. My husband worked hard to provide the simplest things for us, but while he was working, a wall fell on him and broke his foot. Now there's no way to help us live except for this donation link. Please save us. Please, every donation is important. It would have saved us from war, hunger and cold. We are not in one war. We are in three wars: the war of Zionism, the war of hunger and the war of cold. I ask you to save us. Every donation, up to $20, will save us from these wars. I am now living in a cloth that covers four sides without a roof. If winter really comes, we will die. Save us. Thank God, now after the end of the war, we are still living a very difficult life. I still can't provide for my child's needs or provide any of our needs from eating and drinking, even water with difficulty, we bring it. We always wait for any help to come to us, but unfortunately, my child does not come, he is exposed to a lot of infections because of the bad Pampers that we use for. I just want to provide what is necessary. I want to ensure a good life for him most of the time. It's rainy, uninhabitable tent. We always sink. I hope you to help us if in $50, please sympathize with us and my child. I trust you and thank you.

Chuffed

Help Ghada and her family rebuild their lives

Hello, I'm Ghada Mhasen, 20 years old, mother of a child born in war. She married shortly before the war and became pregnant a month before

MY HEART ❤️ 💙 💜

Asks and requests are now open!

I wanna improve my art daily and also share what I learnt and interact more with the Tumblr community regarding how i make art and my original character universes, so to kick things off. send me request of a character from any fandom and I'll draw it!

UnVale account here: https://unvale.io/KayCeeOK