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@ritzcreation

⭐️Call me Ritz! ⭐️
. She/They
. 16 y/o
. Lesbian
. INFP-T
. Art Blog
. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!

⭐️Intro Post!!!⭐️

Hey there! You can call me Ritz! This is my main social media account and a blog where I like to post fanart I draw sometimes. I reblog fandom stuff here too. I draw both digital and traditional art, and I have a preference for drawing traditional!

I also have a strawpage! Here’s the link: https://ritzcreation.straw.page/

My art tag is #ritz’s art. For posts I have reblogged, I always use the tag #ritz reblogs. Posts of my REALLY old art are tagged #old art. Art of my OCs are tagged #ritz’s OCs

A LOT of my art is of my interests! (Be aware of spoilers for all of these!) My main ones right now are Pokemon and the Mother Series! My other interests include:

  • Rhythm Heaven
  • Sonic the Hedgehog
  • Animal Crossing
  • Pokemon Manga (Pokespe)
  • My Little Pony
  • Littlest Pet Shop
  • Super Mario
  • Undertale/Deltarune
  • The Owl House
  • Gravity Falls
  • Sailor Moon

I also sometimes draw my OCs too! If you’d like to hear more about them, send me an ask. I also accept requests! Just make sure the request includes characters I’m familiar with and is sfw! Shoot me an ask for that and I’d be happy to do it!

DNI:

Do not interact or follow me if you’re an NSFW account, an account specifically dedicated to finding a partner on here, homophobic, transphobic, MAP, zoophile, racist, sexist, hater of harmless “cringe” things, Israel supporter, anti-furry, or a proshipper.

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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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My child is dying in my arms.. and I'm powerless to save him 🍉🍉💔

How does a father write an obituary for his son while he's still in his arms? How can I describe the feeling of helplessness as I watch my child suffocate, tremble, and groan in pain, and I can do nothing but cry?

Mohammed, my soul, my heartbeat, faces death right in front of me. He looks at me with eyes filled with pain, as if asking, "Dad, why don't you save me?" And I have no answer. I have nothing but my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of protecting him.

My son is dying, and his days are slipping away from me like water through my fingers. He suffers from severe lung infections, and his small body can't take any more. The doctors told me in cold voices, "The only solution is urgent surgery, or else...!" They didn't finish their sentence, but I heard it all in their deadly silence.

But how can I save him when I can't afford a life? How can I accept that money be the barrier between me and seeing my child grow up? The amount demanded is huge, and I stand before it, penniless except for my hope in God and my supplications to you.

I am not asking for help, I am asking for life... a life for my child before he departs... before I bury him, knowing I did not do enough to save him.

Please... do not let him die... do not leave me to carry his shroud and carry him to his grave, knowing I could have saved him had a merciful hand reached out to me.

Any support, any assistance, even if it is simply sharing this appeal, could be the difference between life and death... it could be the miracle by which I save my child from the death that creeps closer to him every minute.

💔 Please.. save Muhammad before his name is written among the departed.. before this plea turns into an elegy. 💔

#SaveMohammed

#Don'tLetHimDie

#ADesperateFather'sCall

#MyChildNeedsYou

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I am addressing you with an urgent appeal to save my family from harsh and difficult circumstances. Because of the war, we lost everything: our home, our education, and our security. Our children are suffering greatly and living in unstable conditions, and we are in dire need of your support and donations to rebuild our lives and secure a better future for them. 💔💔

Every donation, no matter how small, will help secure the basic necessities of life and provide security and stability for my family. We are grateful for all the help you provide us, and our hearts are filled with hope thanks to your generosity and kindness. 🙏🙏

Thank you for your continued support and assistance.

My family is waiting for your donation and support.

Please don't ignore my message my friend 💔🥺

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We fled from death into the unknown, carrying our pain and fear with us. We left our homes under heavy bombing, searching for a refuge to protect us, but all we found was hunger, thirst, and cold. Our children are crying, our bodies are growing weaker, and hope fades with each passing day without food or water.

We are not asking for much… just enough to keep us alive. Your support can save us—every donation could be a lifeline.

Donate now and be the reason a family survives. You can donate as little as $1 via PayPal or $5 via GoFundMe. vetted here

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Hello my friends, ✌✌

I am Rawan, married to Munir, and I have a small family and my children, Shozan and Ashraf. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

We are suffering here from the horrors of war. Everything has become perishable here. We want you to stand by us and support us to escape from Gaza and build a new future for the children. 🙏🙏
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What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️

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I write these words to you with my hands trembling and tears streaming down my face. My heart is torn apart, my soul melting with pain, and time is passing like a predatory beast approaching to take my little child away from me. He now lies on a hospital bed, his tiny body trembling, his breath slowly fading under a ventilator. His eyes are half-closed, as if life is escaping him right in front of me, and I am helpless, devastated, unable to save him.
The doctors told me that the only hope to save him is urgent surgery, but they are demanding an amount I cannot afford.
They told me words I never imagined I would hear: "Either you pay immediately
or we will disconnect his ventilator." Imagine, my friend, your child being sentenced to death, not because there is no treatment, but because you do not have the money. Imagine seeing your beloved child, a piece of your soul, having their air sucked out, their hope snatched away, while you stand helpless, your hands empty, your heart screaming without anyone to hear it.
I'm scared... so scared. Every minute that passes robs him of his life, and every moment I spend without help brings me closer to the nightmare I don't even want to think about. Please, my friend, I beg you with every tear I shed, with every cry I hold tight to my chest, help me... save my child.

Any amount, any assistance, any sharing of my story could bring him back to life.

I'm not asking for much. I just ask that my child not be taken away from me before my eyes, that I not live the rest of my life remembering how he died because I didn't have enough money to save him. Please, before it's too late, before everything becomes just a painful memory, don't leave me alone in this horror... Don't let me bury my child.
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