🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
I have been patiently waiting for this
AT LONG LAST.
SHADOWPEACH IS OFFICIALLY CANON!!1!1!1 (in the au)
Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV/ FIRST / )
Next part is coming on February 8th, 1PM ET
You can bet your ass they kept making out on the way to heaven.
Well, what can I say. It's been a long journey, but the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU can finally be officially a "Shadowpeach-canon" AU ahah. Hopefully the slow-burn wasn't too painful. I put my heart on my sleeve when I say that I swore to myself that as soon as the two bitches completely, fully forgive each other, then, and only then, they could have their moment.
Then, something something-having your true form while doing an act/saying something means showing the honesty of what you are saying/doing-something something
I laughed my ass off so many times while drawing panel 7 bc like- Mac is just "omg this idiot is so stupid, he's my idiot, I love him so much"
lastly, finally, FINALLY, I don't have to hold back anymore! Prepare yourself, Im gonna go full blast with these bitches. If you thought whatever they were doing before was gay, BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. this story might as well turn intp a FWP (plot? what plot? fluff without plot)
hehe mac in panel 17 is like "oh NO U DON'T! PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE IT BELONGS
Maybe this is not as epic or as a boom as the spicynoodle kiss. But that's kind of the point. They are the doomned toxic yaoi who healed in the past 6 months. They have always been together kind of. A kiss is just one of the hundreds other actions and words they shared during all the other parts of the story. They loved each other well before this chapter. So a kiss is just a natural course of them re-discovering each other and their intimacy. They sleep together (literally sleeping together, not sex yet) they comfort each other at their lowest, they saw each other inner selfs, they call each other nicknames, they call each other beautiful. I mean this was less of a "Slow Burn" and more a "put it in the microwave cause it got cold so that it slowly get warm again, but the food was already cooked"
Do you guys like sketches too?
I love them, does the angel island ever get cold, or is always summer there?
Anyway, somewhere is cold, knuckles should wear pants
No me creating a whole ass angst setting JUST FOR GETTING LONG HAIR!MK!! THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS! THAT’S ABOUT TO STAY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOW
If you're asking yourself why the parents hair don't grow is because they are in a literal hybernation so their body is almost stopping doing things.
SBP - Second Star ( PREV / FIRST / NEXT )
Next Part is coming on May 11th, 1PM ET
Also the colors is just cause its cloudy and it’s cold.
NOW I CAN FINALLY SHOW CONCEPT
Dois corpos ocupando o mesmo espaço
Tw: self h4rm and artistic nude
Sorry macaque
Sometimes u cry into feel tired and can't do nothing more to make this feelings go away
Mf really thought he was saving face.
Human designs of Sonic movie 3, they are just little kids being stupidđź’•
Going back to home after a long day, sleeping in the back seet , this feeling is one of the best.
Translation⬆️:
"Mom! Mom! Look!! Yeahhhhh"
"he just used all my hair gel..."
"soon you both will give me white hair."
Was inspired by the song, remember childhood
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My children, my beautiful home... On days like these, we were waiting for the start of a new school year... We were preparing school clothes and stationery, full of seriousness and energy.... But now, we are under the blazing sun without shelter, schools, or any of the features of life... My children were deprived of their most basic rights... sleeping safely, studying, playing, and eating. Replace that with standing behind lines to receive water and food, and searching for a safe place from bombing, heat, and insects. Help my children from slow death. Help us get out , Help us from slow death Do not hesitate to help us get out of this horrific genocide ! and death ,
My children are just looking for safety and a decent life without fear or terror Don't forget us.....You have all my love and respect from me
My children prepare themselves to go to school, before this genocide !!
My children are now immersed in filth, standing in line for the toilet to relieve themselves in a very terrible place that does not have a shred of cleanliness.
We need your help to get out of this disaster. Do not hesitate, the little you have means a lot to us.
I made some fanarts of the @amascomet shadowpeach fanfic, cause this words make me cry over night đź’•đź’•
(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 hours—maybe even days?
He would’ve."
(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