When the boomers say that "this generation doesn't want to work." They're talking about me specifically, actually.
the thing about having a job is i just don’t want to do it. Sorry
Still kind of proud of this one.
Speedpaint:
And then here was something I made for Christmas lol. Their next adventure was Christmas karaoke, bad idea.
Song
this was supposed to be a serious illustration...
the light stuff was @r4yz-raskull 's idea, I started playing with the opacity of the red light layer and Rayz played caramelldansen on the vc bot, so I ended up making this lmfao.
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Carson: *very awkwardly* hey
Ku’uac: I would like you all to meet my new partner. Come forth, my obsidian toothed beloved. Meet my brothers in the light.
Carson, slinking from the dark like an antisocial goth kid emerging from his bedroom to be foisted upon the houseguests:
Back by popular demand. English Willy part 3
(Idk if I'll do another bc I feel like its run its course and unlike Scott Cawthon I would like to end my series on a high note! But to everyone who sent in asks or showed support or generally took part I love all of you and had so much fun with this. I might do more in future but I don't want part 4 to hang over me as something I HAVE to do)
Heard she can’t bake
I call her creations “abstractables” 😋
Kinger's Robe (part 3 END)
Part 1&2
The "sexy" art of gangle is so funny because she's just a fucking bundle of ribbons
Dani | he/they/bot | 24 | artist, animator, "writer" | not my first rodeo on tumblr
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