"Video game lover"

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . little prompt (♡).

leviathan/gabriel/michael : stop doing that, human.

mc: doing what exactly...?

leviathan/gabriel/michael : things that make me want to love you.

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

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

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

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

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

📣Note📣 - This comic includes additional settings and my own ideas - This is the comic I drew before the game update. I want to document it, so I chose to release it

Erm... I suck at backgrounds sorry. (I was at my limit)

.... I love him. ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

ft. dad! kenma kozume

warning(s): none

notes: kenma’s kid takes over his stream when he goes afk

“Give me one sec. I’ll be back, I’m just getting something to eat,” Kenma pushed himself out of his chair a waved to his chat.

kyanmaaastan nooo don’t gooo

fairy62738 take your time!!

The letter ‘f’ rolled in the chat as Kenma disappeared. Not even thirty seconds later, a small human popped into the room. The chat was going crazy as they approached the gaming chair.

Kuroosterhead STOP ITS BABY KODZU

yuriyuri.123 IM GOING TO SCREAAMMM

_hitsuki_27 come to chat don’t be shy

The four year old plopped into Kenma’s gaming chair. She grinned and waved. Her short, brown hair swished as she tilted her head.

“Hi, Daddy’s chat!” Her small voice greeted.

Chaos. The chat was furiously rolling as those watching swooned and laughed.

The little girl’s face scrunched up, “Call of Duty! Daddy says he never plays that!”

The little girl grabbed the game controller and exited the game that Kenma had been playing. The screen of Kenma’s monitor was still streaming for the chat to see.

She scrolled through the number of games until she got to Minecraft. When she clicked onto it she smiled at the game monitor.

“I’m going to show you the world that Daddy and I have been making!”

oronoyaora stop this is soo cute 😭😭😭

hasanabi she’s gonna show us her socialist empire

The screen loaded and her character spawned. She put herself in flying mode and moved away to give a tour to the chat.

“This is my house,” she showed a purple, castle like structure, before turning.

A significantly small, cobblestone house came into view, “And this is Daddy’s house! I made his house and he made mine!”

The chat rolled with laughing emojis and hearts. Kenma returned and noticed that his chat was going crazy. He saw that his game monitor screen was streaming Minecraft. He chuckled.

“What are you doing?”

Baby Kodzu turned her head and grinned, “Hi, Daddy! I was showing your chat our Minecraft world!”

“Well,” Kenma lifted Baby Kodzu before sitting down and placing her on his lap, “I guess we’re playing Minecraft now.”

“Did you know that Daddy’s scared of the Endermen and Skelly’s?”

Kenma pinched her cheek, “Don’t expose me like that.”

Kuroosterhead LOLOL

Gyanugyanu don’t be shy baby kodzu, tell us more

“ I don’t know what that means, Daddy,” Baby Kodzu shrugged.

(TKATB by our beloved @fantasia-kitt )

I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUTTT

I have a whole list of questions for this man right here 😭😭

i'm so tempted to draw brittney. i'm gonna do it.