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Ive been fussing over a good caption for 30 min but really all I can say is that they took over my mind

Update: The tent Mohammed and his kids live in has been flooded and a replacement will cost an additional $600.

Please help if you can. This is currently the best place to donate:

https://gofund.me/325187068

✨🪽— FULL BUNDLE GIVEAWAY

To celebrate our preorder period as it draws to a close, we will be holding a giveaway of our FULL BUNDLE, as well as stretch goals/all add-ons! Shipping will be included!

To enter:

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I beg you to help my dear friend Mohamed, who does everything he can to help his family even in these dire circumstances. The unending siege on Gaza has driven prices for the most basic items very high and the bombing never ceases.

His wife, Manal, needs chemotherapy treatment. She was not able to receive her latest dose because of donations slowing. His son Abdul Rahman remains in recovery in the hospital after a recent shelling, in need of skin grafts and hospital care. His two girls Sarah and Lynn are going hungry. Through all this Mohamed battles with own injuries and illnesses. He desperately needs donations that are steady and reliable to continue helping his family.

here is the link to mohammed's poster. if you can, please print it out and distribute it!

reblogs are very much appreciated too! here is his fundraiser.

April 30th is the last day to apply to the Fiddauthor Scrapbook Zine– get your applications in! 🫶

https://forms.gle/WyHJCicYYhEBaMft7

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

hi! so in case you haven't noticed there's been a general lack of... uh... art, lately. needless to say I've been really busy with my studies... that and I made the decision to transfer to art school after a little mental breakdown at the end of my last semester. happens.

thankfully, I've been accepted to my school of choice, and get to stay in a state where I can stay on HRT! ...unfortunately now I have to pay two separate deposits by May 1st! haha. hm.

my family is helping a little but my parents are both disabled so I am definitely going to need to supplement things. On top of the housing and tuition deposit I need to pay a chunk of the tuition for the college I'm currently attending, so I'm looking at about $500 USD for the first milestone. If we could get more than that I'd be super appreciative but that alone would help massively.

That being said, I'd like to incentivize things a little bit!! For every $20 donation or higher, you'll be entitled to a commission of your choosing!

important to note but obviously I won't be able to get to these right away, the queue will start up as soon as I'm on summer break (around the middle of May) on a first-come first-serve basis.

any help would be much appreciated, and I know we're all broke as hell so feel free to just reblog if that's all you can do!! love u all. expect more art soon. mwah

paypal: @abyssalzones (same as username here)