The Daily Loser is just a little blog that posts one drawing of Loser everyday! (Around 12:00 PM PST, sometimes later.) NOTE: I am currently on Hiatus! (62/100 til minor startup) I will try to remake this when i finally get the blog started back up again so please have patience haha
If you’d like to scroll through the blog without seeing any anon asks, please use the #BFB tag on here!
I take requests, so don’t be shy, but please check if the box is open! (Request rules under cut.)
This blog is run by a single mod, my name is Ray (they/she).
(NSFW Do not follow nor interact please)
This is also, not, a role-play blog :0!
(Random Stuff (FAQ etc) Under the cut! You can read that before asking questions, but don’t worry if you ask something that’s there already ^^!)
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Request Rules!
When requesting, please make sure that:
-The request involves Loser.
-The request is SFW.
-The request is not offensive or gross.
-The request is not too complicated (even if it is do-able, it may take longer than it should ^^’)
-Please do not request for me to draw Loser with more than 5 other characters! The only exception is him with any of his teams (The Losers, Have Nots.) but those will be delayed.
-Don’t request for Loser to be TORTURED by another character PLEASE.
-Angst and Ships are okay and will be properly tagged!
And please know that:
1.I have the right to refuse any request, even if it doesn’t fall against any of the rules.
2. There is a small chance your request will be done by a different artist, as I get tired too and may need assistance from my friends to clear the inbox.
3.Requests take time, and I don’t always get to them right away.
Otherwise, have fun!
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Important Tags:
I wrote this whole thing then accidentally closed my browser without saving. this might take a bit for me to fill out correctly/ tag appropriately GUH
#Not Loser - Posts that aren’t the loser image of the day. This does include posts with Loser in them that aren’t posted daily.
#Mod Mumbles - Usually paired with the Not Loser tag, posts that are usually me (the mod. hi)
i had pepto bismol copy pasted instead of the right tag. Why
#cursed anons - something something goes here
Anon Tags - Tags on posts that specific anons send. Older posts may be missing these because there is like 1,700+ posts on this blog and i may miss a few when sorting.
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FAQ
Feel free to ask me questions! A few I have gotten a bit are:
Q: Are you taking requests?
A: Please check what the ask box states! It should be up to date ^^!
(Feel Free to suggest things to go here! But please also specify its for here, because I have the big dumb)
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Other Notes:
-Please don’t tag this blog for ask games or promos, I will not reblog ask games to this blog. Promos are debatable if they are Loser related, but still may not reblog. It’s preferred we have had a friendly conversation before for that, though - -’
-If you draw art for me, feel free to tag me in it! I appreciate the nice gesture and will be sure to reblog it!
-My main is @rays-river I’m godawful at posting ill clean this post up later hejksergsghr
My name is Samar, a mother of two young children living in a tent in Gaza. Every day is a new challenge just to survive, and I need your help now more than ever. After losing our home and becoming the sole provider for my family, I am fighting to ensure my children have a chance at a decent life.
I am not asking for much, just enough to buy basic necessities like bread, vegetables, milk, and essential skin medication for my children.
Please consider donating or sharing my campaign: @save-the-child-qamar
My brother Samer is racing against time. From a life-threatening coma due to a lack of bipolar medication to severe injuries from a devastating bombing. He is now caught between waiting for urgent medical travel and struggling to survive on limited medications. full story
I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't offer a single word of support, completely ignoring me. My brother is injured and another is a prisoner, and we urgently need medical treatment.
Time is running out, donations are scarce, and every delay increases the risk. If you can help, even with a small contribution, please don't hesitate. Your support today could make a real difference in the life of a child who can't wait.
I write these words with tears in my eyes. I can't bear this situation anymore. My child is completely exhausted from the bitter cold and malnutrition.
All I want is safety for my child and family: blankets to keep them warm, and healthy food to help them survive. These aren't luxuries, but the most basic necessities of life.
Time is running out, donations are scarce, and every delay increases the risk. If you can help, even with a small contribution, please don't hesitate. Your support today could make a real difference in the life of a child who can't wait.
I, uh. Oh. I didn't expect to see art'a me. Thank ya kindly. - cowboy anon (who has not been a cowboy in years and has quite frankly forgotten what my deal was)
woooahhh.... thats cool.... i forgot there was a gummy anon to name me after..... those years.... long passed... sometimes its good to reminisce, yk? good times, i think - gummy price anon
oh it has been two months since they sent that. wild! i was planning to write this earlier but, well, school was ending and i was a bit busy. however, school is now over, and theres no better time than 1am on a tuesday!
So where do I even start this.
i was pretty active on this blog back at the time, i guess! honestly back in 2020 was when id first started using anon tags- though, i had no idea id cause all of this. it was fun, if hard to keep up with- hell, i still have on notifs for this blog. ive even been (somewhat) getting back into object shows recently, and am planning to make my own! no spoilers :]
YLSA you are so silly. hallo. honestly i wld love 2 see what you do with th character of YLCA, especially considering i am mildy disappointed in how i handled BEING YLCA back then. but alas, i was 13. what can ya do! except probably be much better at being ylca now
honestly, i use a different anon alias on almost every blog- my most consistently used ones are. well. now that would spoil the mystery now wouldnt it?
i shld prolly wrap this up before it becomes a novel, so some closing thoughts- im much better at making my guys happy now, holy HELL has my life changed a lot in the time since i initially took up my anon aliases, and YLSA, you are never safe from me, friend :3
>:3
also, i still think loser looks like a gummy. specifically a gummy bear. id like 2 eat him.
-Your Local Comforting Anon, and, in case i never said it here, the original Gummy Anon, signing off for potentially the last time on this blog.
Goodnight, world!!
(It's nice to see everyone drop in from time to time!)
My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭
After we were besieged in Rafah for more than four days, the tent was demolished over my heads, my children, and my husband, and we were able to miraculously escape. For those whose story of escape was not complete, because they were able to capture my husband and he is now their prisoner after he was injured in his feet from the bombing. My family is now without a father, without a breadwinner for us, in light of this war and this catastrophic famine. I cannot provide food and drink for my children, nor can I provide treatment for my sick child. Please help us by donating to save us from danger.
Please donate now
I want to thank every person with a humane heart who helped me and my children. I hope you continue to donate to my family.
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
making good on my promise like 4 years later. some doodles of the anons i remember most (cowboy anon & ylca ^_^ hopefully they see this cause it's been forevwr lol. hi hi hiii mod!!!) - YLSA
hi mod i just remembered that ylca existed. ylca if you're out there please know 1. HAIII I MISS U and 2. can i get permission to officially incorporate you as a minor part in character!ylsa's lore /silly
also HI MOD!!!! hope ur well :-) it's been a long time but i hope everything is going great for u. stay safe out there !!! - YLSA
(hiii hello!!! hope you are doing well as well !!!!)
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced.
🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.
But how do you rebuild a life when there’s nothing left to start with?
🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.
My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
