do u have a regular posting schedule i love ur art already
Nope, i don't have one right now, i'll probably make one later but right now i'll post whenever i have the time to do it.
Hello,❤ No one donates to me😢 please help me to make them donate to me share my link👃
I'm Ethan's friend,🤝 make sure I'm telling the truth.
I am a young man,🙌 23 years old, and I do not have anything to help me in life,☠ such as rebuilding my house, getting married, and completing my education.😭 I only have fatigue, worry, and suffering.😢 Please help me share my story and donate to me,👃 even if it is a little. I am very embarrassed to ask people for help,🤦♂️ but what should I do🤷♂️? I am forced to do this. Forgive me.😓
I am Mohammed, 23 years old,👨💼 I used to live in Khan Younis,💚 I was a university student studying information technology👨💻 at the Islamic University of Gaza,🏫 but my entire university was destroyed,💣 this was my passion in life, but it evaporated in this difficult war,😭 even my home where I spent my childhood and all my happy memories turned to ashes,😵 I became homeless, so how can I continue my life😢?
Please support me so that my passion returns,👃 and so that I can achieve my dream of studying again,👃 I would like to inform you that we are living a crisis of no detergents or winter clothes, knowing that winter is coming🌧 with its severe cold that eats the body severely,🙏🏻 I cannot complete this message because of the many tears and pain,😢 your simple help💸 will make a big difference in my life😙.
my survival fund has been vetted by global mutual a!d collective @beesandwatermelons🍉.
campaign is vetted by association. They are (132 on the Bees and Watermelons verified fundraiser list, shared by 90-ghost, #255 on the verified fundraiser sheet vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi), see post here for proof.
Please help me👃
I urgently need money💸 as winter is coming🌧 and there are not enough clothes and blankets😓 because our clothes and blankets are still under the rubble❔.
https://www.instagram.com/mohammed.m.siam?igsh=ZGUzMzM3NWJiOQ==
A cry for help from Gaza 🇵🇸🚨❤
🚨Hello, I am writing to you with a heart full of hope and faith and I am asking for your help. We need your support please, this letter is for the family of my friend Mahmoud from Gaza. Help us spread the word. Donations are going very slowly. The amount is 35,000 euros. The remaining is 29,000 euros. Donations are going very slowly. We need your support. Donate. Please share if you can. Every share and donation can make a difference in the life of Mahmoud's family. Help save Mahmoud's family from genocide. Free Gaza🚨🩹🇵🇸🍉
I’m Hossam Al-Serr, a Palestinian living in Germany, and I urgently need your support to rescue my family from the constant danger they face. After our home was destroyed, they are now living in harsh conditions in a temporary shelter in Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. Every small donation can make a big differenceEvery single donation even it is €5 will help us reach our goal.
If you are unable to donate, you can still help by sharing this message and the campaign link with your friends and family. Every share increases the chance of reaching more people who are willing to help.
IMPORTANT NOTICE
If you have any questions please feel free to contact me
Urgent help 🙏 📣
I stand on the rubble of our home, but my heart is filled with hope. I need your help to leave Gaza and complete my education to build my future. Every donation, no matter how small, will help me achieve my dream. Join us on a journey of rebuilding
GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01
Thank you for your support. Every bit of your kindness means so much to me 💔
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Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going throuh.
The Israeli occupation foces shot on my father
I lost most of my family.
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
My father deserves to live a better life away from war
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For over a year, we’ve fallen asleep to the sound of explosions and destruction. Now, we fall asleep to the painful sound of our empty stomachs. 😔 The lack of flour and soaring prices have turned even the simplest meal into an unattainable dream.
- Flour, once a symbol of life, is now rare and outrageously expensive. I can no longer afford enough to bake bread to feed my children. 🥖
- My children They go to bed crying, their tiny stomachs rumbling from hunger, as bread becomes a luxury we can’t afford. 🥺
- As a mother: I feel helpless, struggling to find even the smallest crumb to keep my family alive, but the soaring prices crush all my efforts. 💔
- Our harsh reality: After enduring the horrors of explosions and war, we are now fighting a silent battle against hunger, which is no less cruel. ❄️
We desperately need your support to provide flour and food for my family to survive. Every contribution, no matter how small, can save us from this nightmare.
✨ Be the reason we survive. Together, we can silence hunger and restore hope.🤍
So i wondered on how did Karmor and Mad Crow met each other, then i remembered on one of GBA's posts, describing Karmor as a 'recovering anonymous mental patient'. I don't know if that's a clue about K's past or not, but now i imagined that Karmor used to be a mental patient in his past life.
(my Karmor's old look)
I like to think that the academy that was mentioned in BVZ 4 take in children that have powers and Karmor is one of them.
Now here's some doodles.
🚨🚨🚨I am Ahmed from Gaza
I take care of homeless cats, knowing that these cats lost their mothers due to war and lack of care💔🥺
I found these cats on the street in a difficult condition. I am very sad for these cats and I do not have anything to help them. Therefore, I ask you to help these poor cats and donate to them, even if just a little, to keep them alive.😭💔🥺
I hope to reach my goal🙏🥺
Donations link👇👇
When I was a kid, I had lots of room to run around outside. It was a beautiful place to live. Running from one side of the property to the other would take you probably about a minute. There was plenty of grass, plenty of trees, plenty of wildlife. I couldn't ask for better.
Hilda, pregnant with her firstborn child, has been lying awake all night; fretting over the slow trickle of the donations that just barely keep her alive. Knowing that the water is contaminated and the little food she is lucky enough to eat is insufficient nutrition for the life kindling inside her, no doubt the little one feels her stress already.
When I was a kid, we had a few plastic barrels lying around, and we had enormous fun kicking them down the slope to watch them roll away. We'd chase them all the way down to the bottom of the hill, and then push them back up again. Push, push, push. And then we could do it all over again.
It's a great and daunting thing to ask for help. Yet Hilda has braved this uncomfortable, exhausting charade for days upon days upon months upon months, and is still struggling. She needs to eat! She needs to be warm and healthy and safe! She needs to know that there are good, kind people in the world who care what happens to her. She needs our support. Today, tomorrow, and the day after that. Every day until she can say, "Thank you. I am okay now."
Hilda, sister I didn't know I had, I hope you can rest a little easier soon. I hope these words stir the hearts of our community and they push the barrel with me. Every pair of hands that pushes this barrel moves it a little further up the hill to where it needs to go, and I promise, when we're done, we can admire the view together.
Follow @hildanasr1 and maybe frigidwife and veryveryvomit too (they care about her just as much as I do) Vets: gaza-evacuation-funds #6 | bilal-salah0 | khanger | ana-bananya | a-shade-of-blue | dlxxv-vetted-donations