(Header and PFP by me) No donation asks please I still support Palestine 🙏🍉 | Gonta Gokuhara yumeshipper | 18 | 🇸🇬 | DECO*27 Listener :3 | Thinking of DRV3 x DECO*27 AU | SFW (13+) | Don't repost my art, you may use it but only if you credit me, you can also make fanart of my AUs
Wanted to remake my pinned/introduction post sooo....
Hello there
I go by Neru, Vamp, Kaito, Gonta, Rin, Penumbra, Hikari or Emu (But now it's mostly Neru)
I'm an autistic bisexual demigirl and my pronouns are He/Him, She/Her and They/Them
My birthday is on: 14 December
I'm 18 y/o
I'm into a lot of fandoms but the main ones are; Danganronpa, Nekopara, Needy Streamer Overload, Vocaloid and Doki Doki Literature Club
DNI: MAPs/Pedos, Proshippers, Racist, Sexist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Zionist, Toxic people (Or other problematic traits)
I WON'T allow donation asks or messages because I don't have any money to give yet, I will still support Palestine but please understand I can't donate (Sorry ;-;)
I never thought I would reach a moment where strangers are my only hope to save my child, but today I have nothing left but this plea. Please don’t leave us—your help could keep him alive.
Tonight I cleaned my baby Qais’s wound alone, whispering apologies as he cried in pain, knowing I cannot afford his treatment. Please donate now and help me save his life.
Today my baby Qais looked at me without crying, as if he no longer had strength for pain. That silence terrified me. Please donate now and help me save his life.
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
I made this art piece of my OCs, Antien Aurocta and Renji Kumanomi, months before I released the pilot for two reasons: one is because I'm extremely unsatisfied with Antien's first "official" character design (art down below) and another is because I made it for fun (as an art school project).
Looking back on it in the year 2026, I redrew these characters to fit their official official designs for my upcoming animated series... and because I find them cute together.
I was born and raised under siege. I learned to fight for life, not with weapons, but with patience, hard work, and dignity.
Before the war, I worked hard to support my family. Life was difficult, but I had dreams. I believed in building a future, despite the hardships. But everything changed when the war broke out.
Our home was destroyed.
My loved ones—my family and friends—were captured, either buried under the rubble or killed in airstrikes.
I witnessed death, loss, and destruction that no human being should have to endure.
I, Aboud, stayed in northern Gaza as long as I could, enduring hunger, fear, and the constant bombardment. But in the end, I had no choice but to flee south with my family. We lived in tents, displaced time and time again, carrying nothing but our pain and our hope of one day returning.
When the ceasefire was announced, we thought we finally had a chance to start over. We returned to our neighborhood, only to discover it had been declared part of the expanded "yellow zone." The entire area was razed to the ground. Our dreams were shattered for the second time.
Now, we are displaced again. We live in a tent, with no shelter, no food, and no income. We have nothing left.
I launched this fundraising campaign late, not because our suffering has just begun, but because I tried for so long to cling to hope and face this situation without asking for help. But now, I have no choice.
I, Aboud, humbly ask for your help.
Any donation, no matter how small, can help me support my family and survive in these harsh conditions. Even just sharing this message might reach someone who can give.
Help us rebuild. Help us keep going. Thank you so much for reading and caring. From the bottom of my heart to yours, I pray that your kindness will illuminate our darkest days. 🕊️❤️
The rain didn't stop... but what did stop was the patience of my child and my family.
For more than ten days, the rain poured down on our tents like a punishment, and the cold seeped into my family and my child until their lips turned blue and their hands trembled incessantly. I cried out, I begged, I pleaded... for blankets and covers, anything to protect us from this bitter cold, but no one heard me, and no one came.
Silence alone answers us. And the support? Weak… too weak to withstand the first gust of wind.
This isn't just a passing storm. It's another attack, but this time without a sound… bullets from the sky, piercing the tents, inflicting fresh wounds on our hearts.
Many tents collapsed around us, and my child, my eight-months-pregnant wife, and my family fell to the ground, shivering so badly they couldn't even cry. We sat waiting... as if every drop of rain held the potential for another death.
People think the war is over. But the truth is, it's back, but in a different form. The drone of warplanes no longer echoes in the sky; instead, it echoes in the biting cold... That's the weapon now.
I am not just sad. I am devastated. Time is running out, and my child, my wife, and my family are paying the price for every minute that passes without a blanket, without shelter, without a helping hand.
Must we wait for a final, agonizing death? Is this a new way to silence us? Who will feel our pain before this winter swallows us whole?
🤝 How can you help?
Your donation—no matter how small—is warmth, security, and life. One euro can mean the difference between a bitterly cold night and the smile of a child who feels safe and loved. ❤️
Hello everyone, I hope you take a minute to read our story.
I’m Hashem Al-S… Hashim Friend needs your support for Help my family survive an
Please… support my family and my child, and be the reason we are saved from this harsh winter.
Unfortunately, our tent was flooded by rainwater, and we are now out in the street, exposed to the rain and bitter cold. We have no shelter or protection, and our children are shivering from the cold.
We urge anyone who can help not to delay; the situation is urgent and extremely difficult. 🥹
