yeah hes cool or whatever

There certainly was a time when Shadow was just a tiny, trusting baby-hedgehog, hanging onto big sister Maria’s every word, and her playful mischief got him into all sorts of trouble. Siblings life. One’s the bad influence, but they both end up getting yelled at.

Gerald might be grumpy, but he's a loving grandfather.

Maria lifted one arm, trembling, weak, as if the very air weighed her down. Her skin looked like it would bruise at a glance, like if he touched her, he might hurt her without meaning to. Her hand reached toward him, fingers outstretched. Something twisted inside Shadow. Not quite pain. Not quite rage. Resentment of knowing her sickness was why he existed. That he was crafted to save her.

And until now, no one had ever looked at him like he was anything more than that. No one had offered him warmth.

His voice, when it came, was hoarse. Unused.

“I was made… for you.”

To whom it may concern🆘🚨🚨

I was displaced from Rafah after we were besieged by the occupation under bombardment and gunfire. We survived by a miracle, but we entered an unknown life, with harsh conditions and an uncertain fate. We left without taking anything from our belongings, and all we want now is to start a new life, one that provides us with the most basic necessities-shelter, food, and water.

@shorooq-post @shorooq-mahmoud

Please, help me rebuild my life. Your assistance will be abeacon of hope for me. We are in urgent need of support so that we can live with dignity and escape these difficult circumstances.

With all due respect and sincerity, I ask for your help in providing shelter, food, and water. Let us live in peace, and any help you can offer will be a merciful hand that saves us from this dire situation.

Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

The way he says "yeeeaaas...?" In 205 stuck to my head for some reason and i can't stop repeating it

Very funny idea i thought while watching the TDP Gameplay

Made a Tails last time, so here's a Sonic!

A scrapped panel from a thing I'm working on

Bad Day on The Moon alternate ending

Battle won?

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Sorry for not posting lately, things picked up BUT, 'Oops' Part 6 and 7 will be uploaded tomorrow night! Enjoy this mini comic I made awhile back in the meantime.

Hello👋Helping Hani's family and Wassim's family to survive 🙏🍉 Hani's family consists of 5 members, his wife and three children. The occupation destroyed our beautiful home and our source of livelihood. We have been living homeless and I have been seriously injured in my feet since March 7, 2023 until this moment, and I have not been treated. I live on painkillers only, and I need an artificial joint. And the second family, which is the Wassim family consisting of 7 members, I am a university student and I did not finish my education because of the war on Gaza, my dream was to be an engineer, but my university was destroyed, I am in charge About my family because my father suffers from a lot of envelopes in his back and my brother needs an urgent eye operation,

we live in a tent that has become torn since the beginning of the war on Gaza We have been displaced repeatedly to different places in Gaza to find safety We both families suffer from food shortages due to the closure of the crossings Food and medicine have become expensive

We need your help and donations, your donation helps the two families and other families to survive Thank you everyone who participates and contributes to our campaign🇵🇸🍉

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Vetted by association! He is a family member of Monis Hammad @monis2family (shared by 90-ghost, shared by @/el-shab-hussein). Please see screenshot below for proof.

Very Stagnant! Last donation was 4 months ago! Only $1,178 CAD raised of $40K goal despite fundraising for more than a year!

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

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. 💚