Made my very own Valentineformers TFA Prowl design, he's a bouquet lolz, i think it fits him.
Also my sona as a Valentineformers character, so i can later doodle my selfship
Drew this in magma for @4dalina (their nick on tiktok) :D
Ignore that the sarong is a boring brown color with no designs whatsoever- i was gonna draw tropical flowers on it, but got distracted by shading the body and ended up too lazy to do it...
i made a fanfiction on ao3. itās bandstuck. homestuck band. homestuck in a band in the 2000s. stuck in a band, in a manner of speaking. bandstuck, if you will.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63772183
regular updates, hopefully
sorry for no writing on this blog iāve been getting my money up ok? i wrote gamzee and people seemed to fuck with that, so iām going to keep going
I was planning on drawing march Eridan (ik it's not the march Eridan outfit but... i hate that outfit sm) and my very own March Cronus but i honestly do not feel like finishing the drawing anytime soon- So i'll just post the "sketch" here
ā in his nonsober state, there is perhaps nothing more important in this world to gamzee than the peace of sitting around, drinking a few fanciful sips of soda, and you. everything else, even his bestest of pals, quickly takes a backseat in his obsessive stupor.
ā at first you might find yourself charmed by his laidback demeanor. a lot of people tend to let their guard down around himābecause really, what is good olā easygoing gamzee gonna do? but thatās exactly the play. to fool you and all the others. some wait to reveal their true colors when their prey gets closest to them, but he doesnāt even need to try all that hard.
ā it all boils underneath the surface. the violent urges, the way his relaxed stance suddenly tenses when he hears you mention others in casual conversation, the way his lazy smile curls into a not so subtle snarl. after a while, itās hard to contain. he canāt just sit around anymore and wait for someone else to sweep you off your feet. gamzee is well aware of what his friends think of him: stupid, delusional, manic, strange. it wouldnāt be hard for them to convince you they were the better choice.
ā not many fancy him a planner, but he has thought this through many times. he tosses and turns in his recuperacoon at night, going over all the ways he could snap on a dime and murder every one who cares to witness you. the sopor never managed to keep that part of him quite at bayāthe part that constantly dreams of violence.
ā heās afforded them the privilege of you for too long now. youāre a blessing, a miracle not even in disguise. itās disgusting that you value those lower than you. itās like you donāt see your own worth. that frustrates him more than anything else. he knows now that he has to take the burden upon himself and make you understand that you shouldnāt be around filth like that.
ā gamzee tells you not to worry when people you care about begin to disappear. and you believe him, because why wouldnāt you? heās the only one who could comfort you in such trying times. he rubs your back and says so softly, miracles like you never need to know no fright. somehow, the words donāt seem right this time. but youāre too caught up in your grief to care.
ā maybe itās odd that even as gamzeeās friends vanish one by one, he still keeps that peaceful smile on his face. as if nothing has changed at all. and to him, thatās just the simple truth. he can watch them bleed and smile the next day. he can mangle their bodies beyond repair and look you in the eyes, whispering such sweet things as you cry to him about your concerns. as if the hands that hold up your face arenāt soaked with the blood of those you cared about.
ā all is right in the world. now with no competition, things can go back to the way they always used to be. you, him, and a bottle of grape soda. maybe even the occasional cuddle pile. you shake and shiver whenever he holds you, but he couldnāt account for all the side effects. all that matters is that youāre not leaving any time soon, and thatās just the way he wants it.
ā you may not ever figure out it was gamzee who slaughtered everyone. maybe youāll live the rest of your life thinking it was some mysterious assassin who had a serious score to settle with your friends, or some monster you had yet to defeat. he wouldnāt have it any other way. good things come to those who wait, after all.
Nesma Ahmed is raising funds to help her family evacuate from Gaza. Currently, Gaza has beenā¦ Mena K needs your support for Help Nesma and h
truly at a loss for words. nesma @nesmamomen has been fundraising on this website since fucking march and is so tantalizingly close to her goal yet shes only bringing in $5-$10 every couple of hours or so. please take this burden off her shoulders after she has already lost everything
@danashehab has been fundraising since may and is just over ā¬15,000 away from their goal l. as stated in the screenshot people are starting to believe the rafah crossing will open so itās important to make sure everyone has the funds in case they are allowed to evacuate.
thee shehab family consists of dana (13), sahar (14), mona (9), malak (5), yehya (1.5), fahed, (38), reem (32), and grandmother mona (60). they have been shadowbanned and deleted a few times. you can also find this family at @monashehab
My name is Sahar Shehab. I am 14 years old from Gaza .
I ask you for urgent hā¦ Ahmed Shamia needs your support for Help Sahar and Her Famil
Help Mahmoud and his family escape Gaza & continue education
Hello, I am Mahmoud Jihad. I was an outstanding university student with excellent grades and I had a house. But now, because of the genocide, I have nothing and my family but a cloth tent to shelter me , I lost my house and laptop and my university are destroyed.
My old is 21, My life has been dramatically altered by the ongoing conflict in my homeland. I am currently living as a displaced person in Deir al-Balah after losing my home and everything I knew in Khan Yunis.
I was once a dedicated student studying Information Technology at Gaza University, filled with hope and dreams for my future. However, everything changed when my university was bombed, leading to the suspension of classes and depriving me of the education I valued. The airstrikes also destroyed my home and my personal computer, cutting me off from essential resources and connections.
Today, I find myself in a temporary tent in a displacement camp, living without basic necessities. For the past 10 months, we have been deprived of water, electricity, and access to nutritious food. My father is unwell, and my brother is in treatment, leaving me to bear the heavy responsibility of caring for my family amid these trying circumstances. I long to rebuild our life in Khan Yunis, but our current situation makes that seem almost impossible.
Despite these overwhelming challenges, I refuse to let go of my dreams. Education is my pathway to a better life and a chance to help my family and community heal. However, I need your help to leave Gaza and pursue further education in a safer environment where I can gain the skills necessary to support my family and contribute to rebuilding our home.
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This is the two pictures before the war in my university and the other one after war in decplacement camps
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ā Blaster lives in the woods (Briar likes to make fun of him for that and his accent, even though it sounds awful on Briar because his Spanish accent is so heavy)
ā Despite the garden showing otherwise, Briarās favorite flowers arenāt gardenias. They were a favorite of his mother. He likes dahlias and tulips.
ā Unknwn will stand out in the rain for indefinite periods of time. He gets his expensive ass clothes wet, all his little hacker gadgets, his $50 shoes, the mask he uses to cover his face, all his shit. And then heāll come back inside and say āI played in the rain,ā even though all he did was stand there, unmoving and unchanging the entire time. Also he is a twenty-nine year old man, behind on all his work. Please do your job.
ā Silver is the leader (hence why the agency is named after him) and heās supposed to be dead. Or āmissing,ā if you wanna get technical. He is the main āhitmanā in the organization. Receives info and kills people. His younger brother is a part of the organization, with his ultimate goal being to find Silver. Neither of them know theyāre in the same place.
ā d011in7 (can be read as ādollingā or ādarling,ā both are correct) is not a real guy. He lives in various electronic devices (such as radios, tvs, watches, digital clocks, computers, speakers, etc) and jumps from one to the other. He cannot access places that do not have electricity, and if there are internet/buffering issues, he will glitch. Objective for now: work for the agency. Objective for later: destroy the world, but never destroy the agency.
ā Jamie is unique in the way that heās invisible. All his clothes are invisible. Whatever he puts on is invisible. You wouldnāt know he was even there if he didnāt say it. No one knows why heās like this.
ā Dreadelle loves all her friends!!! No one else feels that way about anyone in the agency. You could say d011in7 does, but heās obligated to defend it. Thatās what he was made for.
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