The dramatic irony of the team all huddling around a used takeout container and marveling over plastic spurred me to imagine what other “relics” might be floating around Euchronia lol. What kind of anxieties turn a guy into a fish with legs anyway?
They have no idea what it says, but some things transcend language barriers lmao
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
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Because of do no harm fandub, it ended up reignited my love of this game once again (like experiencing nostalgia ig dhbsbs). So here's a fanart of Riku :333
"We know… fantasy is more than an empty dream. It's a dream… with the power to change the world!"
I am proud to unveil my illustration for Metaphor: ReFantazio's first anniversary! The game was such an absolute love letter to creatives; I had to create my own loving tribute in return. 💖
(I also got to gift a print of this to Caleb AKA Will himself at the commemorative event that Atlus hosted on the evening of the 10th; a huge honor! And an absolute delight to meet Alejandra and Greg as well. Wonderful people, all of them. ❤️)
Heyy,, um. Sorry for not posting anything for so long, I feel like the engagement has been caught up to me and it really do not making me motivated to post my art here (Especially when my hyperfixation rn is my OCs, I'm not interested to draw any fanart currently 😔😔)
Just letting you know that I'm open commission on VGen rn!!! (for the first time!!!!!)
If you're interested to commission me contact me on VGen, alright :33. That's all, thank you for your time 💖
Imarried Huda on June 22nd. I was very happy with her. I photograph humanitarian issues for the world. The war started and we were exposed to a deadly attack that we miraculously survived.
We became homeless, without food or drink. My wife was crying. I set up my tent for the first time after displacement on November 1st. We sought refuge with all the relief organizations, but no one helped me. We are now awaiting the birth of our first child after a long wait. Huda is pregnant... I tried to search for safety by any means, for me, my wife Huda, and our eagerly awaiting son, Malek! 😭
We were surprised by the new displacement and the terrifying sight of the bombing. We lost everything we owned for the second time, we took refuge in Rafah, I tried in every way to provide healthy food for my wife and our expectant child, but we were surprised for the third time by a major attack that made us leave without any food or shelter, Huda is eight months pregnant and we were displaced for the fifth time, this time is the worst, Huda and I stayed for five days sleeping on the burning sand of the sea. We did not taste food for five days, 💔
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we were forced to sell sweets to save and pay the price of the tent. The date of birth of our first child, Malek, came, while we were preparing our tent to receive him, the place next door was bombed. Huda saw the remains, she lost consciousness, Dr. Ghassan requested an emergency delivery, Malek, our first child, died, I cried bitterly, and she entered a state of blood poisoning. All I want from you is to help me to save my family and Huda and restore my hope in life, from now on you, my family, I want to reach my goal, any donation. Help me save my family, if you can't please I just want to cry💔🥹🙏
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Hello, my name is Ash, I'm fundraising for my friend Motaz. Motaz is a journalist living in Gaza who has frequently been displaced from hom
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