Dia.D

silas art yay (i rarely draw digital)

they look a lot like their mom here but that’s a given since they look like both her parents (body type, nose, freckles, height, and facial structure from her father; facial features (eyes and lips), skin tone, hair type, personality, and hair color from her mother)

anyway fun Silas facts under cut

- some ppl ik asked me this, but Claude isn’t her deadname or anything like that; it’s not canon whether Claude’s her birth name or not. Her mom just calls her Claude bc it’s shorter and her dad calls her Claudine bc he thinks it’s prettier

- she likes cheesy puffs

- despite owning a gun she only uses her mother’s hunting knife. she’s not a fan of guns (however, it is used later in the story)

- she likes collecting cassettes, cds, vinyls, etc.

- she’s a daddy’s boy (though her dad ALSO sucks)

- she can ride her bike

- she wears the most busted shoes ever when she’s not wearing her boots 😭 and she refuses to buy new ones

- she smells heavily of weed and lavender 💔💔 for some reason Silas is into that 💔

- she understands french audibly and only speaks a little bit. she can barely read or write it (her mother used to speak to her in french only, but after a while Sol mixes english and french)

- she used to make popping noises with her mouth when communicating. it wasn’t really that she couldn’t speak (sorta, she had slow development there), but it was just easier to do and her parents seem to get an idea of what she was asking for anyway

- her room is in the attic area of her home. she used to sleep in her sisters room until something happened that caused her parents to move her upstairs

- Claude likes video games, and it’s one of the ways she likes to spend time with people bc she doesn’t really know how to otherwise

- she used to work at an art camp program at the local park when she was 20-21, she stopped after a certain event after a kid wandered off on a trip they took in the woods

- she knows how to fix a car bc of her dad (a contrast to Silas bc that girl couldn’t fix anything to save her life, despite both her parents knowing how 😭)

half of Mexico is in chaos, stores are burning, cars are exploding, there are shootouts, services are being canceled and our president is doing nothing, and I don't see many international media talking about this

Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.

Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.

We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.

Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.

The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.

Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.

We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.

How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:

Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.

Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.