tada!!! partygoer headcanons page 1 of I don't know!!! I didn't have a reference while drawing the skeleton up there so it might look a tad shit,,,,,, (the double ribcage is on purpose tho)
Guys my uncle is toby fox and he told me this will happen in chapter three. Yes, he is winging his ding until he gasters. And chapter 3,4,5 will come out in 420 days. Believe me I’m telling the truth please please ple-
my two ocs i love with a burning passion (my dandy's world oc i made a human au about bc yes)
as you may remember these are my ocs Disc (left) and Nilly (right), i love drawing their human selves so much and coming up with their lore in a human au.
okay so basic info:
they are childhood friends, growing up in the same run down neighborhood, meeting each other at the local playground.
they both end up becoming close friends due to arguing over rocks and whether they're good or bad
would often have sleepovers growing up to the point Disc felt comfortable going into Nilly's houses whenever they felt like it.
They both often spend their time running around their neighborhood/city just doing dumb stuff (like Disc trying to teach Nilly how to skate, and Nilly trying to teach them how to dance)
at one point they both made their own little hideout in the forest area of the playground
both dated for a short time in late middle school to early high school but mutually broke it off (Disc discovering they were aroace and Nilly just not feeling romantic attraction towards them)
eventually moved into a small apartment together after they graduated, Nilly going to college for agriculture studies and Disc going for art
Nilly owns a cute pink flipphone and Disc owns a blackberry
Now into more deeper waters so tw for mentions of child abuse, religious guilt, transphobia, internalized homophobia, and self harm
Disc:
came out as trans in middle school, their mom was less than accepting, Nilly was very quick to support them, even helping them look for binders online (her family was also surprisingly supportive, despite some of their reservations)
Nilly has a lot of religious guilt, when she was young her grandmother instilled the worst of religion into her, scaring her with the thoughts of hell and damnation at the ripe age of 6
Nilly always knew she was gay, but is still hesitant to accept herself, in fear of her family being upset/disowning her, along with the fear of burning for all eternity
they both are very insecure, Disc letting their insecurity come out in anger and violence, and Nilly coming out in people pleasing and codependency
Disc often gets into fights and sometimes will punch holes in their walls due to frustration
Nilly has sometimes burned herself intentionally due to feeling like she deserved it for being a sinner
Disc has grown up being beat as a child, the abuse escalating more after they came out
Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.
Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.
We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.
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My name is Hussam. I am a father, a husband… and I am trying to keep my family alive. 💔
Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four 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. 🏡❤️
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 sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥
Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺
The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not 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. 🥶👶💔
As a father, this is the deepest pain—to 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 can… but it is not enough. 😔
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 me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔
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 heart—please give us another chance. 🤝
Your help can save my children. 🙏
Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children
🍼 Milk for my baby daughter
💊 Medicine when we are sick
🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights
Please, my friends… do not turn away.
If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢
Hussam is a father, a husband and a survivor.
From a father who is trying not to lose everything
The house was new 🏠✨. We had only lived in it for three days. Everything in it was full of life: the furniture was new 🛋️, the walls were clean, and laughter filled every corner 😊. I was with my husband’s children, trying to begin a calm and simple life, a life full of love ❤️. My husband was at peace, smiling often, and I felt like the world was finally smiling at me too 🌍💫.
But suddenly… the black day came 🖤.
On October 16, 2023, everything changed. It was not an ordinary day—it was the day everything ended 💔. Bombs fell like waves of fire on our home 🔥, as if the sky had opened in anger above us. In a single moment, laughter turned into screams 😢, and safety turned into unbearable fear.
My husband was killed… my support and my life partner 🕊️
My son Mohammad was killed—he was like the moon 🌙, lighting up my life with his smile.
My daughter Ghazal was killed—she was like a flower 🌸, gentle and beautiful, taking all the beauty of the world with her.
The pain grew inside my heart 💔, and my loss became too great for words. Nothing was the same anymore. The life I had dreamed of collapsed in a single moment.
Then my father was also killed… as if the sorrow was never enough 🖤.
Today, I live in a tent in the street ⛺ with my orphaned children: Sama, Malak, and Adam 👶👧👦. We try to continue living despite everything, we try to stay strong 💪, but the pain is greater than us.
Every day, my children look at me with silent questions 😔: “Why did this happen?” And I have no answer.
I hope the world can hear us 🌍, feel our pain 💔, and see our suffering 😢. We are not asking for much… we just want to live with dignity, to feel safe 🕊️, and for my children to have a future that does not look like this pain.
Hello, I'm Ahmed, 23 years old. I was studying computer science at the Islamic University in Gaza before the war. I aspired to build a brigh
Hello friends, I thank you very much for your continuous support, but right now I am in urgent need of you and your help. We are now in the holy month of Ramadan, which requires a lot of expenses, and there has been a significant rise in prices.
I also need to pursue my dream after losing everything. I need your support greatly—I need more than $1,500 to pay my university fees so I can receive my certificate and apply for scholarships.
You can find the images below the post.
Therefore, I am in great need of your help. I support my family, and at the same time, I am trying to achieve myself and continue my education.
I am a father of two children 👨👧👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.
Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.
My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.
I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.
I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.
Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.
I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.
Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨👩👧👦
I'm Yasser… a simple man who lost everything 💔. I'm 27 years old, from northern Gaza 🇵🇸.
My house was destroyed at the beginning of the war. We live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood in eastern Gaza 🏚️. I lost my job, and I was injured during the war and am still suffering 💥🤕… Now I'm fighting just to keep my family alive.
I'm responsible for a very large family 👨👩👧👦:
👴 My father is elderly and needs care.
👶 My young children are innocent.
🧠 My brother has a mental disability, can't work, and has children of his own.
🤰 My wife is pregnant and needs care amidst a complete lack of basic necessities. She needs so much, the simplest of which is clothing.
👧👧 My children are Salwa and Massa. My little Massa was born during the height of the war. We were living in my sister's house when my wife went into labor. We were trapped and couldn't leave the house because of the intense shelling all around us. Miraculously, by the grace of God, my wife gave birth to Massa at home.
When we finally managed to leave a week later, the occupation forces demolished my sister's house.
Now we live in tents inside Gaza, destitute. The tents offer no protection from the heat or the winter. In the winter, we suffered greatly, and in the summer, the children developed skin diseases from the extreme heat.
There is no income… no work… and prices are sky-high. 🔥
We are living through harsh days, caught between hunger and fear. We have nothing but hope in God and in your hearts. 🙏 I never imagined I would have to ask for help, but today… I sincerely reach out to you:
Please extend a helping hand 🙏 Any amount, even a small one, can provide food, medicine, and warm clothes for my children.
💔 We truly need any help, even the smallest… It could mean a meal, medicine, or even just hope for life.
🤍 Don't leave us alone… Your support is our lifeline.
🙏 Please, from a broken heart… Any help, even a small one, could make a huge difference in our lives and help us to keep going and survive.
May God reward you all. Your support will be a light in our lives 🤍
From a hospital bed… Najah is calling out to you .💔
My name is Najah. I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room. I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for my return.
Today I am writing to you with a tired hand… but my hope is not tired. The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve, but time is not unlimited, and support makes the difference.
Imagine that a very simple decision from people who do not even know me could be the line between pain and healing, between staying on this bed and returning to life again.
Here, on this bed, every small act of support can turn into a heartbeat of hope, a chance to stand again, and a real beginning of recovery.
Pain is hard… and waiting is harder… but the hardest part is knowing that survival is close, yet still needs just one small step.
I am not asking anyone to carry this burden alone. All I need are hearts coming together through small steps that complete this journey.
With your support, I can rise, and with your support, I can return to my dreams, and with your support, my name “Najah” can truly become “success.”
Please… do not let this message pass in silence. One step from you could be the beginning of a new life for me. 💔
Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah
She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.
Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her
Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her
Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!
Najah lives with her family in extremely harsh conditions where suffering and illness are deeply intertwined. Her husband is injured and urgently needs surgery, but he is unable to receive treatment, which places an even greater burden on the family and leaves Najah carrying the responsibility alone.
Amid this hardship, life in the tents becomes even more difficult, with the spread of insects and rodents causing illnesses and infections, especially among children. Every day turns into a struggle for survival in unsafe and extremely difficult living conditions.
Please… do not leave Najah and her family alone. 💔
Time is passing harshly, the need is urgent, and every moment of delay increases the pain and weakens hope.
Sharing this message or donating even a small amount could be the real difference between continued suffering and the beginning of a new life.
Do not underestimate a small step from you.
it may be the reason a whole life is saved. 💔
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Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.
Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.
We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.
Help Aya’s Family in Gaza
Hello. I am Halina, a friend of Aya in the United Sta… Halina Kraft needs your support for Shelter and Hop
My name is Nour, I’m 18 years old. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor—to help people, to heal, to bring hope. I studied hard and believed that education was my way out😭.
But the war took everything.💔
In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔
Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔
Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉
My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉
I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉
Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️
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