Help I Tried To Draw Myself But If I Was In My Stories

help i tried to draw myself but if i was in my stories

as the ultimate creator or smth

the floaty hair and beam in front of face is just cartoon physics, the hair dye is just what i want to have (my hair doesn't actually have any dye in it)

what is the truth

waow i like the picture for mood

tagging @invisible-hidden, @aristos--achaion, and @lil-gae-disaster

how does pinterest see you? search up:

~fashion

~pantone

~mood

~food

and put the first picture that shows up

mine:

tag ur moots!!!!

@batschistcrazy @julia-bonkers @girlbossblog444 @greengirllover @turnerside @ohmanareyoucereal69 +anyone who wants to join<333

welcome everybody

I am Muhammad Imad Abdel Latif Sharab

First, after an aggressive war on Gaza City and its revival, we were displaced from our 3-storey house in which I and my family of 3 members live.

My father's family consists of 8 members

My grandfather, may God have mercy on him, was martyred by occupation aircraft on 12/14/2023.

The one who was martyred while he was leaving the house to check on our house next to him, which could not be reached due to a brutal enemy who does not differentiate between anyone in death, went out to check on our house, which we were not in because of my displacement to Rafah, me, my father, and our families due to the intensity of the fighting in Khan Yunis, and after that A few days ago, our store in which my father and brothers work was bombed by occupation aircraft. He was working to gather his strength from it and meet the needs of our house, which no longer exists due to the bombing. We ask you to help and contribute, even if just a little, by donating to us so that we can compensate for a little of what we lost.

Many thanks to you 😢

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

gofundme.com

Donate to Safe my Family, organized by Mohammed Shurrab

My name is Mohammed Shurrab , a qualified medical doctor , palestinian living in Gaza , facing signifi… Mohammed Shurrab needs your support

If you do not understand the words well, because I am not very good at English, but I ask you to help me with money so that I can compensate for even a little of what I lost, and I am very grateful to you, my dears😢🥺😢🥺😢🥺🥺😢

help i haven't drawn Vindusali in forever so i gave him a smol redesign

i'm not satisfied with how the eyes turned out but i tried my best 😔

hai fellow amrev fandomers i didn't get tagged but i want to join 😔

Remi has no siblings, and the relatives she's close with are all older than her. But she does have one distant cousin named Ollie who is her age. They get along quite well.

She loved her mother more than anything in her life.

She hated her father with every fiber of her being.

She witnessed her mother's murder. (Her father was the killer) She put up a whole "I'm smiling, see? You don't know how I'm feeling when I'm smiling" facade afterwards, only dropping it during/after the war.

A pocketknife. A gun. A pocket watch. A map.

The house she lived in with her parents, before her mother's murder. Surprisingly, she commonly has dreams of nothing but a clock. Ticking, ticking, ticking.

Her mother's murder, mainly. The moment her father looked up and locked eyes with her.

The first thing she shot was a deer. The first person she shot was some random redcoat.

Not really. Maybe she made a little more money than she did pre-war.

@ anyone who wants to join

zephyr didn't have a lot of other kids to interact with when he was younger, being enslaved and all. his mother died during childbirth, and he was looking forward to having a younger sibling. he lost both of them :(

he had a great relationship with his mom. she gave birth to him when she was 16, violated by her "owner". she took care of him very well, providing for him and making sure he had enough to eat. eventually, she was weakened by her past pregnancy and other failed ones, and their dynamic began to shift, zephyr taking care of her.

bad. resentful.

cruelty towards enslaved people all throughout his youth. the impression that he was less-than and worth less because of his heritage and skin tone.

coins, money, a pocketknife maybe, handkerchief, things he found on the street (like a feather or something. he's very curious, just suppressed.) he wishes he had something to remember his mother by, but memory will have to suffice.

south carolina, thick, salty air ruffling his hair, rustling of the weeds and roaring of the cicadas. dark blue indigo flowers and foul odours of fertilizer beneath his feet.

overwhelming flies rising from the marshy ground, more suffocating than the hot sun. the yelling voices and the crack of a whip, the giant vats of stinking indigo dye being brewed. oppressive, dark, musty ships sailing from nova scotia to england. a mercy, but also damnation.

yes, of course. first time firing was on the battlefield after brief but rigorous training (marching drills, formations, how to use a gun etc.) by a british officer.

he didn't have an economic status… but as a free man now…. not going well. racism and such.

and here he is! my new and improved character sheet ^^

uhhh... no pressure tags? (i'm sorry if i forgot anyone i'm stupid >_>) tell me about your ocs with these prompts! you don't have to do all of them i'm just insane. do whichever ones stand out to you?

@hamalicious-soup @marsfingershurt @ruemzip @lil-gae-disaster @harmonikauvegajto