This is a fandom blog and also a me blog. Includes drawings & Ramblings (some me blogs), maybe a few writing posts here and there. Otherwise im just here to play around and possibly revive the graceling fandom which is underrated
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A fan art of Orion (or soon-to-be Optimus prime) from the latest fanfic i read 'THE LOST PRIME'. This is for @alphagirl404 for having a great writing style for this story. I wanted to draw Orion playing with the nano-butterflies on the way to the city--unaware that the rulers of Iacon have been waiting for him there his whole life.
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. 💚
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
Some new Bitterblue art from the Graceling book series! I love these types of characters oh my days. (I should stop drawing her sm in my sketchbooks cuz its going WILD)
ever been a child? shit was crazy. every single day something like this would happen, and it'd be the worst thing to ever happened to you until, like, tomorrow rolled around
Brief sketch of Queen Bitterblue from the graceling series i love her so much, she deserves hugs and kisses (also the blue star in my bracelette really reminds me of her AURGH I LOVE HER SM)
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