Darksteel 's nest 🇺🇦

hunger

fear

and a complete lack of security—

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

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My cat, Ego, is in urgent care right now... My friend who's been with me for the last three years is in critical state... We've done everything we could, as fast as we could, but there are things outside of our control, and his state worsened rapidly after surgery.

He developed complications after linear foreign body removal. There's still a chance to save him, it's slim, but it's there. I've been crying non-stop for the last two days, but I'm not ready to let him go without a fight. He has a cat brother, Alter (yes, they're called Alter and Ego), they're inseparable, and I don't want to let him down either. I believe in the vets, believe in my cat's ability to recover, even if he's critical right now. He's only 6 years old, two days ago he was completely healthy, so the situation right now is devastating for me and my mom.

But it's expensive. The whole thing will cost closer to ~600$, including the second surgery and the stay in the clinic after.

If you always wanted to commission something from me – now is the time. I know I have quite a following here, so.. guys, I could really use any help right now.

Waiting time for the commissions will be around a month. I also have ongoing finals (I'm getting my bachelor's degree), but I'm ready to work my ass off for my little boy. March has been really hard for me (my friend's dad passed away suddenly, then a missile hit a nearby building killing 10 people (I live in Kharkiv, Ukraine), it's been A LOT), and Ego's sudden sickness feels like the last drop.

I can't do this without help.

My PayPal is [email protected]

Any help, and I mean ANY help will be appreciated greatly, however big or small. A dollar, a reblog, a kind word, anything.

I'm sorry, mate. All those rescue bots have long been turned into pickle jars by dr Morocco.

With the new year, comes new rescue Bots Lore!(And a little Boulder redesign)

So, here's a little preview of what Dr Morocco has been up to in my AU. Capturing all the bots he can get his hands on and storing them all in stasis. Why?

Well, that's a question for the upcoming post, explaining his whereabouts and various motivations.

For now, happy new years everyone!

Also, almost every bot in the stasis pods is unique. And if I had to suffer drawing like, 50 unique bots, so do ya'll. Two of the bots you can completely see are the same. I dare ya'll to find this pair of twins. (But any bot who you can't clearly see (like in the 2 blurred rows towards the bottom), or if any of their parts are cut off by the image cropping, they're disqualified because I honestly lost track of those while drawing so I don't know if there are any identical ones there ;-;)