We die from the cruelty of the cold that seeps into our bones, and the harshness of winter that shows no mercy to our weary bodies.
We die under the rubble of bombings that erase every trace of life, and we die searching for a piece of bread to ease our children’s hunger.
Everything around us turns into a tool of death.
Even the land that once carried us now weighs down our souls with despair.
I write these words with a heart consumed by fear.
I want to leave… to escape Gaza.
I want to save my children, my wife, my family from this hell.
But every dream of escape feels like a fragile thread, torn by pain every day.
We wait...
We wait for salvation, for departure, for a miracle to stop this ever-growing pain.
Drew these a while back. Shame I didn’t post these sooner.
Princey Wincey.
Hii so I was feeling quirky and had a cool protag design idea with Seth (mostly the question mark shaped belts) and so yeah I made a protag!seth and deathgod!yakou AU.
Bonus doodles and au thoughts below the cut :]
I imagine Yakou would be a very unmotivated death god, guy is sleeping on the floor (doesn't even need sleep) and Seths trying to drag him along with the spirit chain. Also since he was trapped in a book for god knows how long I imagine hes very touch starved and therefor clingy and touchy lmao Also rather than calling Seth "master", he calls him "prince/princey" :) Which also makes me think what if at some point along the way Seth starts calling Yakou his 'knight'...
Seth I see being very skeptical of everything because of his amnesia (in contrast to Yumas naivety), that and hes more jumpy and easy to scare. He is still very bitter man.
He doesn't have a megaphone, so he communicates primarily through sign language (That's what the symbol on his armband is about). In the mystery labyrinth, instead of a sword he uses a megaphone teehee (Also he should NOT be allowed a sword DO NOT give this man a sword) I see Seth's motive for creating a pact with a death god being that nobody listens to him, primarily because of his voice/inability to talk quite the same as others, and so he thought this would be necessary in order to bring the truth to light
You may have noticed i have doodles of NDA chief Shinigami, well I actually don't got much for her. I did it mostly because my AU prompted my friend to draw peacekeeper Yuma and so I was like yeah might as well
I was also chatting this over with my friend @theherooverthere and they had some fine additions hehe
I salvaged this with a bunch of filters. VERY out-of-practice with watercolours…
Hadn’t drawn anything Padak-related all year.
She can communicate with a variety of sea creatures…but can she communicate with a Great Old One who partially looks the part?
Filter-less versions, low & high light:
I have to go with all the sculptors' and vase painters' fave, Dionysus. I kinda love that guy, but who is your favorite? Did I miss them? Is it Vesta? Tell me in the tags who it is, and I'm sorry I couldn't fit everyone in.
And while you are here, reblog and donate if you can to help a woman widowed by genocide and her young son and daughter. They should be safe and learning to read at school, not living in a cold tent on the beach in winter subject to rain and poisonous bugs. The prices in Gaza continue to soar as well, so please help in any way you can.
printable flyers (eng+ es) + vet
if you don't do anything else today,
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.