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Idk what to say, draw people sleeping make me wanna explode
From future teacher to homeless person π
I am Israa Alwan, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.
But my dream didnβt last. The war came and turned my life upside down. My home, which was once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I am left with only a few belongings and a shattered bag of dreams. Now, I am without a home, a job, or any sense of security. I move from place to place with my family, searching for a shelter to protect our children and the sick from the cold winter and the scorching summer.
My brother Shadi, who has always been my strength and support, now bears the heavy responsibility of caring for our entire family, doing everything he can to protect us and provide us with the bare essentials, despite the harsh conditionsπππ
Amores
alive and back to drawing monke
Ainquenaoseioquenalseioqua Introverted characters/ character who were just "the guy who hung out with the protagonist" who after being left behind begin to act like the person who abandoned them, mainly acting "for attention" as if they were the new center of the theater But in the end you're just exhausted from trying to be someone.
Shadow in some dresses, idk why he look so cool in those
I want his gender
shadow is a beautiful princess: the comic
((these titles are gonna become a Thing at this point omg))
the hogs are gay
I can't stop drawing this fic
And
A poem that I like pretty much, I used the Google translator so... Doesn't look so poetic, it's happen
Underwater life it's a book, I wanna read it all
HE GONNA SNIFF UU!!!!!
I made some fanarts of the @amascomet shadowpeach fanfic, cause this words make me cry over night ππ
(with and without the dialogue)
"Did Wukong bother to handle his corpse with that much care?
Was he consumed by pain and guilt after he brutalized him?
Did he hold his cold, empty shell for hoursβmaybe even days?
He wouldβve."
(sorry I forgot which Chapter this part is from, but wow)
It's a little hard to try to explain why I like this thing but bro, the conflict of the characters with themselves make me wanna jump from my window (in a good sense).
The same person that hurted you is trying so hard to be good for you again and... And... They fail again and again!!! This is what I want to read!!! Yeahhh
Thank for the amazing fanfic, I still wanna make more fanarts from it