Nulla’s Wife 🌼💛

Honestly, I don’t know why I created this account.

[sxlluvr]

Little red hood.

It might be last digital drawing since my tablet is broken so I probably will show a few traditional one.

Ive been so obsessed with drawing Nulla recently omg

[nanm0]

[zhuhlyaart]

[eflycupcake]

Good morning from Nulla

[isattt]

GENTLE FALL PREVIEW UPDATE!! I finally have something to show off all the changes I've made for my game so far!! a lot has changed, mostly visuals, but also some parts of the story ! (and two new characters some of you may remember about...) *the preview update includes only the prologue, since chapter 1 is currently under total rewrite!

See you all on 25/7! <3

Available for patrons: now! Publicly available: 25/7 (at 18:30 utc-3) on itch.io!

[fakedoe]

a bit of inspiration struck

[kkdian]

Without a second thought, you throw yourself into Nulla’s embrace and hold him tight. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.Nulla loves you.

[kkdian]

Hi!!! I finally have my Tumblr account! I’m so happy!!! Thank you for viewing.

[spinel420]

She is such a cutie pie <3

[sxlluvr]

Everything will be okay, Nulla.

[liramayro]

DOL!DOL!DOL!

[kfcjotchua]

I don't know what's going on, I can't help but feel like I'm becoming--!!

[pointyspiral]

STILL WORKING ON THE REFERENCE FOR HIS BODY AND OUTFIT but heres some Plink reference djkdfnjdfklfkndfnfk of course things might change over time but still

[mangopp]

[shriika]

i like the. him.

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

[naser-atya22]

"Ramadan Without My Mom…"

Before I write this, I paused for a long time… I didn't know where to begin.

My name is Nasr. This is my first Ramadan without my mom and my sister. The emptiness they left behind isn't just in our home — it's in every moment, every suhoor, every iftar.

I am the oldest among my younger siblings, and a responsibility I never imagined now rests on my shoulders. I try to stay strong in front of them, I try to smile and make them feel like everything is okay… but deep inside? I'm scared.

Eid is coming… and I don't know how to bring them joy. These kids deserve happiness. They deserve Eid gifts. They deserve a smile.

At the same time, my dream of continuing my university education has been delayed — not because I don't want to, but because the circumstances are bigger than me.

I'm not asking for pity. I'm asking for a helping hand.

Any support, no matter how small, will make a huge difference for me and my little siblings this Ramadan and Eid.

🔗 Donation Link:

Naser’s Hope: A Teen Survivor Trying to Begin Again

My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.

May God bless you just for reading this. 🤍