I’m into a lot of stuff but mainly Miraculous/Persona/Pokèmon atm!
I will post about a lot of au stuff too!
But this page is mainly just for my thoughts/ideas/art!!
I write fanfics and stories and have a lot of ships so if you don’t like a ship I ship just don’t interact with me please!
Be kind, if I say something that offends you please tell me and I won’t do it again.
Overall I hope you enjoy looking at the mess of a page that is mine!
Please read this as if I'm a member of your family. maybe your brother, son or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.
My name is Abedallah, a fresh graduate who wants to be a doctor like his role model, his father.
A student who was supposed to start his university and achieve the dreams he worked for but found himself losing the city he's living in, his house and losing any hope of a better future with it.
And after a alot of studying in Tawjihi ( The final level at high school before joining university), the war had another plan.
The story started since childhood, when every one I have knowen called me doctor.
This continued till I reach to the final grade at my school grade 12 (Tawjihi).
In this time, I felt that everything should be real, I can do it, I started to study
and work hard from begining to end, no sleep, no rest, all these things to achieve my goal and make my dream a real one.
The hard year has finished, then two week of fear waiting.
After this, the result came, it’s 99.4, I ranked the third in my country.
Since the war on Gaza strip started, we struggled alot, when we were at home at the beginning of the war the Israeli occupation bombed many houses around us, then we were displaced to Rafah because of fear and at the first day suddenly we heard the sound of many blasts,cracking glass and screaming women and children, they blew up a residential square near us.
After two months, I returned to khanyonis, but not to our home.
I live in tent becuse the israeli occupation burned my house completely, nothing left.
I feel that I lost and continue to lose every thing, this war made my dreams, hopes, my beloved things and my beautiful house burned and disappeared.
The single wish for me at this time is waking up from this nightmare and everything goes back to what it was.
The Prideful Peacock -
Kalos Region’s Reigning Champion, Nathalie Sancoeur
Most who live in Kalos, know of its champion.
Said to be cold and ruthless in a world that wasn’t kind to her, she cuts down any challenges with ease.
Her bond with the pokèmon that surrounded her as strong as strong could be.
But what most want to know is what goes on in that icy heart of hers, does she love or does she hate?
We have no answer just yet.
But will our Champion fall before we find out, or will she outlive all rumours that spread?
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@ninadove I’m back on miraculous mons bullshit again
Wanted to do like a stained glass piece, with little Oricorio details around it!
Don't know how many hours I spent animating this but it feels like it took years off my life :)✨
I'd also like to share just how rough my boards were for this. I'd done this bit awhile ago so I completely forgot how much I was winging it lol
thinking of like a sonic underground au
But with like shadow and the rest of the crew being recurring characters
Shadow reluctantly working with robotnik because he was promised the safety of someone he knew (thinking about maybe having it be like cream in the sense shadow wants to protect her and the sibling relationship they have because she reminds him of someone he lost) but then after wedding bell blues when queen aleena returns he deflects
or because he used to work in the palace before the prophecy and is just acting like he wants to be on robotnik’s side but knows the triplets will return to the throne
tails is like the band manager (also helps with setting up stages)
rouge and knuckles are where the crew get their concert gear (knuckles gives them amps and all that stuff /rouge is their stylist)
Blaze was a royal guard and guides the triplets when they need her (she’s in hiding as well but comes out often to help)
Team chaotix being like a rival band or something (vector on vocals, espio on base/vocals and charmy gets the keyboard)
amy is like a groupie, one of the bands biggest fans
not entirely sure about the rest yet
I bring thee: the girls Two cakes, different style! But that doesn't mean they don't get along great!!
Gonna enjoy making a buncha random headcanons about Silver until Sega or the movies possibly do more for his character
I just imagine he’s the guy to come with you with random morbid facts and return to casual convo like he didn’t just spit about death and shit
My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
The Right to a Peaceful Life
My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
Vetted by @90-ghost
If you have slept outside in the winter, maybe you know how hard it is to sleep comfortably in the cold, even in a pretty good shelter. Can you imagine sleeping like that all year, in all seasons? When it is very hot, or wet? While hearing bombs go off nearby? While sick? Imagine how tired you might be in the morning. This is how life has been for a year for Ghazi Al Amoudi @alamoudi-ghazi, who still every morning has to work to survive and take care of his family. Ghazi is only twenty five, one of a family of seven who has been displaced for a year and are living in danger in a tent. Ghazi's fundraiser has been vetted by gaza-vetters, 90-ghost, and others and still needs much more support to reach their goal and help provide supplies, safety, and peace for his family. Can you join me in donating to help them reach their goal? Even a few dollars can help get supplies that they need. You have the power to help keep someone dry, fed, warm, and healthy. It feels good to be able to help. Giving to Ghazi is a gift to both you and him. And whether or not you can spare some money, you definitely have the power to share this post to help him meet his goal. 😊 Thank you for reading!
Much Appreciated for your kindness and support my dear friend! ❤
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.
Today we took my little son Majd to the hospital because of the chest crisis he suffered in this war.
Please Don't leave my little son alone and help him by donating and reblog
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Happy Birthday, Faybelle Thorn!
My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.
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