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do you think toby ever got inspiration from his fans

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Never fall asleep to the weather channel

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squire

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THE FIRST HERO: THE CAGE, WITH HUMAN SOUL AND PARTS!

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knight level 100 ragebaiter

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bat kris fucking rules

are you talking about this drawing? thats bat chara actually!! for my human to monster headcannons i like to make kris a raccoon teeheehee but thank you nonetheless 😁

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chappy 3 is good and im like an hour in

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hiki basil and sunny as ralsei and kris so i have an excuse to change my pfp

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i'd love if you knew you were on my mind

constant like cicadas in the summertime

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tried to draw Falin in the same lighting as I draw Laios

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that's new

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Good night!

Do you happen to know where this panel is from? And where can i find it in English?

I'D RECOGNIZE ANTS ON HIM ANYWHERE

It's a daydream hour extra

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I must take the unforsaken road

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some falin doodles

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The old song coming from the sea

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.