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DELETE THIS POST
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
*clicks play in morbid curiosity*
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I think I find this post every April Fools Day and I am so happy that I do
This is the colorized version of the elita prime vs elita primal drawing! Again this is based off of a concept for the Optimus primal that black arachnia made.
I do have an idea of a portal being open instead of them being made. So it would be more multiverse. Deletiaprime (elitaβs nemesis prime) and shattered glass elita prime will also be summoned. Maybe have sc and deletia join together as the elita primal joins the good guys.
Hereβs some colored in pictures I did of the elita prime au! The first one is of jazz in his police car disguise. I got the idea from the transformers Bible (I think itβs called the allspark almanac but donβt quote me on that.) the next picture is a βwhat ifβ situation of canon prime team meeting elita primeβs team.
Here are some of my drawings with wasp with his gang! My thought process was that during their early training at the academy bulkhead was the only one who vouched for wasp to not be the spy. When everyone else was giving his side eyes, bulkhead just stayed with his cheerful smile. They both work together and thatβs how they deduce that bumblebee is behind everything. (When we all know who the real culprit is.)
So like the idea was that ultra magnus and rodimus prime are conjux and Optimus prime is there little guy. (Like why else would magnus give Optimus another chance) one day during an off shore mission rodimus is fighting organic spiders and gets bitten. Due to his outlier ability it reformats his whole body. Ultra magnus still loves him so much, but rodi doesnβt understand why.
In Gaza,hunger is no longer just a feeling; it has become a constant companion, a heavy shadow that follows us at every moment.ποΈ
My family of 13 has been worn down by the merciless hunger, and searching for our daily sustenance has become a daily battle. βοΈπ₯
Yesterday, desperation and need drove me to go out in search of a loaf of bread.
What I found was not a "queue," but a scene that resembled a battlefield:
Every step was a struggle against a tide of hunger and humiliation π¨πͺοΈ.
And in the end?
I returned empty-handed, carrying only shame and sorrow. ππͺ«
My children waited for me with small hopes, their eyes asking
Did you bring us bread ?
But I had no answer. π₯π
The war is not just in the bombs that destroy homes ποΈπ£,
but in this daily humiliation as we try to secure our basic right: food. π½οΈ
This is not a "flour crisis."
It is the voice of an entire community crying from beneath the rubble:
"We are human, don't we have the right to life?" πποΈ
Will there be a day when my children live without fear? ππ
Will the dawn come when we are freed from this hunger? π π
Our hope in God still stands πβ¨, and our call to humanity is:
Wake up, before we become just a memory in the pages of history. π€π
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When I returned home, my family of 13 greeted me with the same hopeful question: "Did you bring..."
The injury will heal, but what about the wounds of constant hunger, fear, and...
This isnβt just about bread; itβs about survival, dignity, and humanity.
π¨Help me spread it, thank you.π΅πΈ