welcome to my page! you can call me senya or arseny, my pronounces are he/him.
my first language is russian, but i'm trying to post in english, don't judge me for my mistakes pls!!
sometimes i post cool things here (mostly headcanons or my thoughts :p)
MULTIFANDOM, current hyperfixation on pressure
you can dm me here or on my telegram account @samposimpp (be prepared, if you're messaging me in english, it may take some time for me to answer. but i'm only glad bc talking with native speakers may improve my language skills :3)
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transphobes, homophobes, pedophiles, zoophiles, racists, kink blogs or blogs with graphical nsfw in their blog, fetishizers, blogs with political themes.
if you're not on the list, be aware, if you're doing suspicious things that i don't like i may block you
My brother underwent surgery after receiving a chest injury, and the doctor told us that he must receive urgent and emergency treatment. I ask you, 💔💔💔whoever sees this, to help me, even if just a little, as I do not have enough money to treat my brother He needs $300 per week. Please save my brother. My brother needs your help😭😭😔💔
Muhammad my brother deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like anyone else on this earth.😔💔💔😔
From Flour to Rubble: Ismail's Journey of Resilience
Ismail, a baker from Gaza, on… Valeria V needs your support for Please Help Ismail
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
From Flour to Rubble: Ismail's Journey of Resilience
Ismail, a baker from Gaza, on… Valeria V needs your support for Please Help Ismail
My name is Hala, from Deir al-Balah, Gaza. I live with my four children, Abdul, Jaber, Mohammed, and Lian, and my mother-in-law, in a never-ending nightmare. Our home was bombed, and everything we had turned to ashes. Now, we live in a burnt house, with no safety or hope..
My husband, Adham, is stuck in Egypt, and I face this torment alone. My children suffer from hunger and illness, and we have nothing to protect them. Life here is unbearably difficult; every day is a struggle for survival.
I urgently need your help to raise $35,000 so we can escape, as each person requires $5,000. This money isn’t just numbers; it’s our hope for a new life away from pain and suffering. We are human beings who deserve to live, so please don’t let us drown in this nightmare.
Help us, as we are in desperate need of your support.
YOU KNOW BSD TOOO °_hyped_°
it's no bother dw jsjjss. let's try this
Ranpo Edogawa - Bungo Stray Dogs
Mr. Tang - Lego Monkie Kid
Sebastian Solace - Pressure
Ren Hana - Boyfriend To Death
Undyne - Undertale
Beelzebub - Helluva Boss
Hermes - EPIC: The Musical
Puppet - Five Nights At Freddy's
Cyn - Murder Drones
Sundew - Wings of Fire
Now the tags uhhh.
@silvashapeshifter @superbfirnacho @la-creatrice @leslegendairestextposts @randomfuret @cara-the-yiga-footsoldier @nova2cosmos @susartwork @skydreamplayzz (tagging u again shhh) @rodypeaches
hi *throws today's screenshots from pressure and runs away*
(I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN THIS BRO STEPPED INTO THE WENT... but then he just stopped??? wtf)
(why those rooms disturb me)
(is this the reason divines are aggressive now???)
(THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME I DIED TO A WALL DWELLER. with update the sounds in game is work strangely like when i turn my head in another direction i don't hear any sounds anymore and ig that's why i died)
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
Dear friends around the world,
Greetings to you from Gaza, the land of pe… Heba Nasef needs your support for Helping Heba Family : Escaping
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
