Hello everyone, if you can please share and donate to the Shehab family’s campaign to support them through displacement and famine. Sahar, her family of eight (five of whom are children), and extended family (three are children) need funds to survive as food, water, formula and baby products become more and more scarce and expensive. All donations will go towards evacuation funds, and to help them recover afterwards and build towards a brighter future once more. Please keep this family in your hearts and minds, and show them your kindness through sharing and donating, thank you. @danashehab is one of the accounts for the family who contacted and asked me to make this post for them.
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Sorry for my inactivity during pride month, I’ve been busy hyper-fixating on singing monsters. Anyways, here’s some msm humanizations I did! (I might redo Whaill’s since there are some elements I wanna include, but who knows if I’ll ever get to it)
I have a lot of ideas for Bon Bon’s character & how she ended up in sugarland, so let’s go!
She’s been obsessed with candy from a young age & always dreamt of a paradise of sweets all to herself
Was bullied a lot as a kid, causing her to despise children them as an adult
She sold her to the Devil in exchange for the candy kingdom of her dreams. The Devil gave this to her, with the one caveat to this being she was trapped there with no escape
At first, Bon Bon was fine being all alone in Sugarland. After all, she had her candy! But after a bit of time, Bon Bon slowly started going a bit crazy due to being isolated for such a long time…
Her name was originally Bonnie before changing it to Bon Bon (& yes it is an Adventure Time reference)
She created her castle & the mini-bosses from the game using dark magic, the same magic she used when summoning the Devil for the first time
Was always a bit loopy before Sugarland, the isolation just made it ten times worse
She knew Chef Saltbaker when they were both kids & young Saltbaker even taught her about dark magic
Most of the subjects she made weren’t that great & acted more like zombies than anything, only 5 were successful (the aformentioned mini-bosses)
I really wanted to do another Spooky Month piece, so here’s one featuring Skid & Lila! Again, Happy Mother’s Day guys, I hope you’re spending it well :]
I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏
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Please donate to this struggling survivor if you can, or spread the word
Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔
We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.
Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️
I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍
If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say.
Every kind act ripples outward. ✨
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Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏
Please take the time to donate or reblog if you can
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I hope you'll let me tell you a little bit about my home🇵🇸, Gaza🍉. It's a place where we're living through some very challenging times💔🥹. We're under attack from bombs, explosives, and warplanes, and we've had to endure many nights of sleeplessness. It's a difficult situation💔, but we're trying to stay positive🖤. This war has really taken a toll on us. It's destroyed our bodies, our lives, and our souls. It has been so sad to see our homes destroyed, our belongings taken from us, and our beautiful places ruined. It has also changed our situation for the worse. We were living a pretty good life, you know? Peaceful, loving, and full of life. But then, we found ourselves in a really tough spot. Hunger, fear, and terror have become our new normal. My kids and I, along with my extended family, are struggling to make ends meet. We don't have the basic necessities of life, and our living situation is pretty rough. We're in these old, falling-apart tents. It's so hard to know what to do when winter comes. We'll be soaked in the rain and wind, and I'll be at a loss as to how to keep my family safe, from the bombing and from the winter.🥹
I'm really hoping you can help me and my family to live through this awful war.💔
I'm Ahmed from Gaza. Hear me out and don't ignore me. I desperately need your help sharing and donating. Today, shells fell near our tent, and my family and I were displaced south due to the heavy bombing. We moved to a faraway place on foot, looking for a safe place to sit. We could only sleep on the street. I need you. Help me by donating or sharing. We are now under bombardment and hunger. The situation here is beyond tragic. Hunger is killing us just like missiles are.https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahmed-and-his-family-survive-in-gaza-crisis
Please reblog or donate to this user’s cause if you can
Some fanart inspired by a really cool horror short film I found called Huggable! You can watch it on YouTube if your interested, I highly recommend it (It’s pretty good for an indie project)
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
These fellas are from a story that I created 11 years ago now when I was pretty little. It’s been pretty wild seeing this story evolve into what it is today, can’t wait to show more art of these in guys in the future!