so I realized I haven't had a proper intro thingy on my page so I'm gonna do that now :3
Hi :3 I'm Ryllean
Though I usually only let my friends call me that so I'd like it if you call me Rot or Bloom, whatever fits for you!.
I'm Agender (he/him), Bi and Aroacespec!
I usually do oc art, most of the time oc x canon art. I have a lot of interests! (Which i barely post abt but shh) Such as object shows, fnf, tadc, wimp witch, helluva boss (sometimes), sucker for love, undertale aus and probably more that I just cant scrape off the top of my head!
I tend to have a lot of sonas or atleast ocs that have my traits
Some examples are these silly fellas!
A lot of the things I usually write are either pretty normal or psychological horror-ish
Or dark fiction if that's what it's called. (Important thing to note, I don't condone or intend to normalize any toxic/abusive behaviour I have in my works. If it comes off as so, please notify me for confirmation that its part of the horror and/or to voice your concern. Thank you.)
I'm lowkey slowly starting to understand why you like Dandy
Also what do you think of Finn week so far
Dandy deserves to be loved by every living person, argue with the wall
Anyhow, I havenāt played dandyās world in like almost a year I think but the Finn week update is highkey tempting me into hopping back in the game ngl, it looks amazing
My name is Hisham, a 26-year-old young man from Gaza. Like any young person, I dreamed of a simple job to achieve my goals and build my future step by step, but the war turned all our dreams into rubble. We were displaced many times, carrying our homes on our shoulders, leaving our memories under the debris.
My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.
My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they wonāt get lost like everything else.
We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. šā¤ļø
My name is Hussam. I am a father, a husbandā¦ and I am trying to keep my family alive. š
Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six childrenāfour boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. š”ā¤ļø
Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.
Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the soundā¦ the fear in their eyesā¦ the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldnāt take anything with meāonly my family. š¢š„
Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. āŗ
The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleepānot because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. š„¶š¶š
As a father, this is the deepest paināto see your children suffer and feel helpless.
Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I canā¦ but it is not enough. š
I need your help.
I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke meābut I refused to give up on my children. ā ļøš
Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heartāplease give us another chance. š¤
Your help can save my children. š
Even a small donation can mean: š Food for my hungry children
š¼ Milk for my baby daughter
š Medicine when we are sick
š§£ Blankets to survive the cold nights
Please, my friendsā¦ do not turn away.
If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. š¢
Hussam is a father, a husband and a survivor.
From a father who is trying not to lose everything
