[yyuuraii]

‼️CHARITY COMMISSIONS‼️

We are opening art commissions with 100% of the proceeds going to support the protesters fighting for our civil rights against injustices in Indonesia (more information about the protest in this post). All info about the art donation listed in the google form, international friends can help donate too!

🔗 GFORM LINK

[poorlydrawnmcyt]

Hi! Reblogs/shares are appreciated, thank you for your support!

[panad0lhij4u]

i-i i think the apple’s rotten right to the cooore

[panad0lhij4u]

[oc, a bit of a ramble of their lore below] [TW// body horror & fetus death(s) mentioned]

Sergey’s words burrowed into Natalia’s skull and nested there—Broken. Useless. A failed investment. They festered until reason rotted.

She barricaded herself inside her lab, lights dimmed, monitors flickering like dying stars. Night after night she drowned the echoes in cheap vodka and brighter hypotheses, the metallic tang of alcohol mingling with antiseptic. When grief hardened into defiance, she made a decision only she could carry out: if the womb had betrayed her, she would excise the traitor.

With unflinching precision, Natalia removed her own uterus—an audacious, surgical act of spite. Freed from biology’s leash, she turned to her true craft. If nature would not grant her a child, she would forge one molecule by molecule.

It took twenty-two attempts. Twenty-two failures. Twenty-two tiny, stillborn bodies—pale echoes of what could have been, each one haunting her like a ghost. She buried them herself in cold data logs and locked biofreezers.

And then came Evolution No.23.

He wasn’t perfect. His skin was a shade too translucent, his fingers webbed faintly like a creature caught between worlds. But he cried. He breathed. He lived.

Natalia cradled him in trembling arms, her lab coat soaked with the viscous muck of the incubator. Exhausted, delirious, and hollowed from the inside out, she looked down at him and whispered the name that had lived in the back of her mind since the very first attempt.

Ambrose.

[panad0lhij4u]

[oc] I will die your daughter

[tatoepatoe]

luf warmup doodle because i havent drew in a fat while

[panad0lhij4u]

[oc] Share this dance with me, one more time.

[tatoepatoe]

OOMF IN TUMBLR GO CHECK OUT THEIR ART ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[tatoepatoe]

yea that kabru image but its caitvi

[femmenietzsche]

Almost blocked someone for being a bot because their URL ended in a string of numbers but then I realized the numbers were 42069 and I wanted to apologize like when a nobleman fails to recognize his king disguised in the garb of a commoner

[tatoepatoe]

“i know ill see you again. and if fate draws us apart, ill always be in your heart.”

[tatoepatoe]

doodled the doukyuusei boys some time ago

[dohlyaaa]

🌻🌻🌻

[nasserakar]

‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸

Welcome; I am Nasser Abu Akar, 23years old, a survivor of five wars, from the Gaza Strip - occupied Palestine, and this is my beautiful family, my father Muhammad (martyr), my mother Indira, my brothers Haitham, Fayez, Fayek, Ahmed and Farid and 4 sisters, a family full of love and peace, a family that is accustomed to living In her warm little house. We lived our lives in the Gaza Strip, a life full of wars and conflicts, a very harsh life, and we went through many painful and harsh experiences. We suffered from devastating wars, poverty and severe siege. But despite this, we maintained love in our hearts and purity in our souls, and until what happened during the past six months, we faced situations that cannot be described in words. Horrible things happened, situations that no one could bear. We lost our small house and had to move to another area (in the camps), leaving our dreams, our love, and even our lives in the rubble. What a difficult life we ​​face now, a life full of pain, poverty and displacement. All our dreams have turned into only one dream, which is to survive, but deep in our hearts we still have a glimmer of hope. There is a small speck of light in the midst of this absolute darkness. We have survived (so far). My father did not survive. The occupation killed him, may God have mercy on him. But we believe in the saying, “I don’t want to live, I want to survive.” There is a big difference between them. In order to preserve our lives after my father’s death, we must leave the Gaza Strip to a safe place, a place that will restore to us the humanity we have lost, which means saving the lives of ten people, along with thousands of dreams and dreams. Ambitions. Our support means we're not just numbers breaking news, and we're not just anonymous victims. Our support means that ten lives will not be mentioned in the casualty statistics. This means that there are ten people who will not stand in line for long hours just to get a loaf of bread, or a bottle of water. . This support will save lives, and what is more important in the world than saving a life? With your support, we will carry in our hearts hope and beautiful memories of the house that was our home before the missile arrived. Your help means survival in this humanitarian crisis. Is there a crisis greater than the Gaza crisis? We trust that there is a hand that will extend to save us before we drown

https://gofund.me/c48a7cc4

https://gofund.me/c48a7cc4

[dlxxv-vetted-donations]

This campaign is vetted by association through @mohiy-gaza2 (vet). Nasser is his friend. Proof under cut.

Disclaimer: I am NOT an official vetter and I did NOT vet this. That was done by the aforementioned vetted Palestinian, I'm just the messenger. I personally believe this campaign is legitimate given the evidence and encourage you to share and donate if you feel comfortable.

[ana-bananya]

Current progress: €1,879/€100,000

[nasserakar]

https://gofund.me/c48a7cc4

[seagullyy]

🌻🎸

[tatoepatoe]

"all i hear are screams"

b/w version 👆

[mirumeni]

This is HORRENDOUSLY out of character but this popped into my head like half an hour ago and I was compelled.

[seannawatters]

op I want you to know this post haunted me a few months back and I couldn't for the life of me find it again until just now. I redrew it from memory like a feverish man posting images from a nightmare he had trying to get people to tell him it was in fact real

[noraschweeps]

he finally figured that out

[siriusdraws]

if i accidentally ran across Deliver Us on spotify and then subjected myself to listening to the soundtrack on repeat for five hours, i think it is only fair that you do too.