SUPPORT A FAMILY FROM 🍉🍉 TO SURVIVE THE HELLISH CONDITIONS.

Sup Broskis

hiiiii! I might start posting art on here soon, but if you have any ideas, thoughts, suggestions, or criticism, please let me know!!

-batty~ 🦇💯🐄

**Time is Running Out**

Imagine enduring a harsh winter in a tent made of tarpaulin, with nothing to shield you from the elements.

Every day brings the threat of freezing temperatures, and rainwater can flood our small space, putting us at risk of drowning. The cold can lead to serious health issues, such as chest infections and chronic illnesses.

You can see

I am pleading for help to save my family from this life-threatening situation.

Please, we need your support to escape this danger and find a safe place to live.

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Donate to Help Gaza Families Secure Essential Needs, organized by Ahmad W

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Bill Cipher - Eighth Wonder by Lemon Demon

Bill Cipher. The Euclydian, the monster as he calls himself, that destroyed his own dimension.

Extra clever Earth-bound spirit Ghost in the form Of a mongoose

He was always smarter than them, as he says. Bound to the third dimension, his strange eye seeing the stars while other people of Euclydia didn't know what "up" was. He was alone, his mother doing her best to protect him from the harsh judgment of others, of his father.

And I have hands And I have feet I'll never die I am a freak

His puffy velcro shoes barely supported the knowledge that little Bill knew. "WHY DID YOU DO IT?" the question that will run through his mind for eternity. He can con and manipulate everyone, even himself, into forgetting the "incident" but he's in denial. "My world was destroyed by a monster" he says. He considers himself a freak, hiding behind chaos and cruelty, he feels guilt. And he hates it.

Hello, I'm here I'm living in the wall I know I might be small, but I, I, I am a freak

He tried to show them, he wanted to show them what they were missing, but it backfired. His mother reached out for his small, bloodied, pointed figure, but she was gone already.

Thou wilt never Know what I am I am the fifth dimension And I'll split the atom

They were all gone. The elementary kids who taunted him, the judgmental relatives, and his mom. They would die not even knowing the truth. He was free, free but tormented. He was detached from reality. But at that point, what was reality?

And I shall haunt Like the Buggane With such weird noise And clanking chains

He left, he found the henchmaniacs, and he went on a spree. From earth to the umpteenth dimension, he caused chaos. Running from his past and creating a new name for himself. A dream demon.

I say "vanished" To underground Jim, let me go I watch like Hell

But finally, after Sixer, after the twins, after the hunt. He was trapped. The Axolotl, ruler of all, (second to Dennis) knew what he needed. The Theraprism, he needed to heal, if he could, and he needed to be contained. He was just a triangle stuck in an intergalactic asylum.

Eighth wonder of the world You'll never get to see What in the name of God can I be?

So there he was and is, waiting for a poor soul to shake his mossy hand. He writes a book of lies, a final plea for salvation, and waits. Waits for someone to understand him, waits for someone to be fooled. And he'll wait for as long as he needs, but how much longer does he really have left? Before he snaps.

Thank you for your request!! This is my first time posting so please be nice and I hope you enjoy! I hsve loved this little triangle since I was seven and The Book of Bill was just so good! 💕💕💕 Love ya'll!!

rip david bowie you would've loved chappell roan<3

imagine~

y’know those cute couple shirts? Imagine one vampire themed, I’m thinking Astarion, with a shirt that says “I would only come inside your house with permission” and one saying “your house” 🥺 it feels so on brand.

Batty 💕🦇

Astarion doodles~

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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I am Imtithal from northern Gaza. I live in very difficult conditions because of the war and I struggle to provide basic necessities. I was displaced with my children 17 times in search of a safe place. There is no safe place. We suffer from a shortage of water, food, medicine and milk. Because of the famine war that we have been going through for 10 months, I need your support so that we can survive. Even if the support is simple, it helps my family a lot. Please donate and participate.

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Donate to Help Imtsal and her family have a better future, organized by Emtsal Malhe

I am Imtithal from North Gaza, I share with you the deep sorrow of my fam… Emtsal Malhe needs your support for Help Imtsal and her family ha

My son is dying in my arms… and all I have is my tears.

Every breath that reverberates in Mohammed’s chest feels like his last…Every tremor that passes through his small body feels like a cry for help, and no one hears.

I look at him, his eyes wide with fear and pain, searching for salvation in my eyes, and I… I swallow a helplessness greater than my soul.

The doctors said it with deadly simplicity: “Surgery or death.” As if death were something that could be accepted with words

How do I explain to him that life has a price?

How do I save him when I stand before helplessness, like a prisoner before a door locked with hundreds of locks?

My son is being snatched from my embrace, moment by moment, and my breath catches as I hold him, whispering in his trembling ear: "Be patient, my soul. Forgive me, my heartbeat. I have not left you, and I will not leave you..."

I need a miracle... I need a heart that hears my sobs in its silence...I am not asking for money, but rather a chance at a child's life, before his embrace turns into a grave, his voice into a memory, and his image into an unhealing wound.

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Help me before I lose him.

Help me before the light in my eyes is extinguished.

Help me, because I have nothing but my hope in you.

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