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All My Sift Heads Related Drawings So Far (Read Alts)

I Have More, But Tumblr Have Limits

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Finding Your Place, pt. 6

Trays clicked and clacked like machine gun fire. Laughter and shouts echoed. The occasional plate breaking on the floor like a grenade scattering shrapnel. To say the WVBA Cafeteria during the peak lunchtime rush was akin to a battlefield would not be an understatement.

This Thursday was no exception. It was just a little past noon and there was scarcely an empty seat to be found. Support staff were in scattered pockets, either catching up or conducting business at working lunches. Boxers and coaches alike were scarfing down meals to keep their energy up for their afternoon workouts.

Amidst all of this chaos was Razor Sharp. Still dressed in her workout gear, an orange sports bra and green shorts, she surveyed the room, looking for an empty seat. Any empty seat.

As she weaved her way through the tables and patrons, she picked up bits and pieces of the scenes unfolding around her.

Von Kaiser was sitting at a corner table, soup on the table, looking over a bunch of paperwork with Niki Binary and Luna Doll. Razor made a quick mental note.

Studying with Von Kaiser, huh? This could be more fun than I thought.

Glass Joe and King Hippo were engaged in some conversation that had them both quite excited. Joe was quite animated as Hippo was in the process of demolishing a literal mountain of grilled chicken.

Skye Ivy and Star Mika seemed to be watching some cartoon on a tablet as they ate their lunches. Mika was pointing out something on screen as Skye nodded studiously.

The loudest table saw Aran Ryan holding court with a crew of rookies. While most of the newbies were joining in with Aran as he laughed a little too loud at his own jokes, two men, a young blonde that clearly had money and a blue-collar looking guy with reddish-brown hair were carrying on their own conversation, occasionally side-eyeing Aran and shaking their heads.

Jazzy Jamboree, the WVBA’s lead announcer, was sitting with Mr. Sandman. They both had laptops on the table, Razor catching a glimpse of voice over copy on her dad’s screen. He caught a glimpse of his baby girl, smiled, and shot her a quick wink.

Her legendary father would be ringside for her WVBA debut a week from Saturday, calling the action. It was a fact, and a pressure, that wasn’t lost on her.

After wading through tables and chairs, seemingly all of them full to capacity, Razor spotted an empty seat. Sitting alone at a table near the center of the cafeteria, decked out in a Kamen Rider Ryuki t-shirt and simple black leggings was Cutie Hondo. 

She was studying a tablet on a stand in front of her on the table, scribbling notes with one hand and picking through her bento box with the other. Razor could see on the tablet King Hippo’s latest match. It had been an exhibition against the RBC’s Tank Thrasher. Thrasher, a former crocodile wrestler, gave it his all, easily faster than the sluggish Minor Circuit Champ, but he’d underestimated Hippo. It was a mistake that led to Thrasher on the canvas before long.

Cutie paused the video, her eyes narrowing. “He likes to load up a hook when he ducks. Leaves him open on one side. I bet nii-san can bait that and then…” Quickly, she started scribbling notes in Japanese on her pad.

“Yo, you mind if I sit here?” Razor’s voice was confident, but kind, as she drew Cutie’s attention. “Ain’t a single empty seat in here don’t smell like barbeque sauce and bruised egos.”

A quick laugh nearly made Cutie do a spit take. She smiled and gestured to the chair across from her. “You’re Razor Sharp? Right? Please, sit! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Appreciate that, but do me a favor?” Razor slid her tray down and pull out the chair, “Unless we set the throw hands soon, it’s Sahara.”

“Hai, Sahara it is.” Cutie giggled and took a sip of her tea. “Niki’s the same way. If she’s got her lanyard on, it’s Nicole. And she’s serious about it, too. She threatened to throw a cinnamon bun at me the last time I called her ‘Binary’ outside of the ring or the gym.”

Razor, or Sahara, stabbing her fork into her grilled chicken and chuckled. “Aight, seriously girl, how does anybody keep names straight ‘round here? Most of us got names that makes us sound like a toy commercial.”

“Right?” Cutie smiled in agreement, “I mean, I get merchandising and stuff, Cutie Hondo is a more marketable name than Kyoko Kobayashi, but man. It took me a month to remember everyone’s real name and ring name.”

Sahara took a few bites as Cutie continued on with her studies before Sahara’s curiosity got the better of her. “I saw you’re watchin’ King Hippo fights. Don’t really see whatcha gon’ learn from him that’s gonna help you. You two ain’t exactly the same style, ya’ know?”

“Oh, no. This isn’t for me,” Cutie rubbed her eyes for a moment. “I’m scouting to help my brother Koji. He’s got a title shot next week and I wanted to help. So, Coach ‘Cane asked me to look for holes in Hippo’s game.”

“Koji is Piston, right?” Sahara leaned forward, eyes focusing on the fight playing out on Cutie’s tablet.

Cutie nodded as she paused the video and scribbled another note, “Yep. Coach ‘Cane passed the name down to him. Nii-san puts a lot on himself, carrying Piston Hurricane’s name into the ring. But, he knows what it means and tries to live up to it.”

Sahara was silent for a moment as Cutie continued writing. “Hippo always looks so slow, but he’s not. He tries to catch you with a real sudden shot, short and strong, to stun you. Then, he can just lay in with power punches. Nii-san’s got to be careful. If he gets carried away…”

“He’ll get carried out,” Sahara nodded, finishing the thought, then her voice softened. “Really cool of you. Doing recon for your bro.”

Cutie looked down with a bashful smile. “He’s my brother… and I like helping. I can’t be in his corner during his fights anymore, being on the roster myself and all, but I still want to be there for him, you know?”

“I…” Sahara leaned back, fiddling with her fork. Her eyes searched the room absently, focused on nothing in particular. “I wish I did.”

An awkward moment passed, Sahara taking a deep, steadying breath as Cutie tried to read her expression.

Sahara exhaled and looked at Cutie with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Must be nice. Having your brother’s back. Knowing he’s got yours.”

Cutie blinked in confusion, Sahara’s change in tone obvious. “Sahara? Is there…”

“Don’t sweat it,” Sahara half-laughed. It was a humorless, sad sound. “Just some family drama. Nevermind it.”

“Sahara, um,” Cutie set down her pen, meeting Sahara’s eyes with a warm look. “If you need to talk, I’ve got some experience with brother problems?”

That caught Sahara off guard, “What the hell makes you think…”

A calm, friendly smile formed on Cutie’s face as she shrugged. “Lucky guess? Look. We’re the only two little sisters in the league. No judgement, but I know that vibe.”

Exhaling a deep breath, Sahara nodded slowly. “Aight, that checks out. But, girl, I don’t know you like that. This ain’t the kinda talk you have with a chick you just met.”

“Fair enough,” Cutie chuckled. “But, we’ve both got big brothers in the WVBA. Maybe we could form some sort of… I don’t know… support group? Book club? Biker gang?”

Sahara’s eyes narrowed. “How do you go from book club to…”

“I don’t know, but you get the idea,” Cutie waved dismissively.

Their table went quiet for another moment.

Sahara’s muttering broke the silence, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The silence stretched for a few moments, both girls eating bits of their lunches. Eventually, Sahara glanced up, “You and, uh, Koji ever get into it?” Her tone was casual, the question was a probing one.

Cutie’s genuine laughter startled a few neighboring tables. “Gomen! Gomen!” She quickly apologized and nodded in the direction of those she’d disturbed before looking back to Sahara. “God, yes. All siblings do! We’ve yelled and argued and fought. One time, he hid my Kamen Rider Black CD and I didn’t talk to him for a month! But… but, we always pull it back, talk it out, and that’s that.”

Sahara’s gaze went distant. She looked like a weight had settled on her shoulders as she slumped in her chair ever so slightly.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Cutie’s eyes brightened, a mischievous smirk slowly forming.

“I’m listening,” Sahara leaned forward, interest piqued.

“Alright,” Cutie nodded, “I’ll tell you about the biggest, dumbest fight I ever had with Piston if you tell me what’s going on with you and Sand…”

Sahara’s hand slammed into the table with a resounding bang. Cutie’s tablet fell flat, plates and silverware rattled, and every eye in the cafeteria turned their way.

“That ain’t his name!” Sahara’s body was drawn tighter than a kite string in a hurricane.Her eyes flashed, sharp and raw. And everyone that looked toward them slowly looked away.

Cutie’s eyes went wide at the sudden shift, but Sahara held up an apologetic hand, “Yo, we’re good. That ain’t on you. I just… Andre ain’t earned that name. Sandman is our dad.”

“I understand,” Cutie nodded, her voice quiet, “Andre it is. I’m sorry I…”

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Sahara straightened her now disheveled tray. “But… that deal… still stand?”

“Of course, it does.” Cutie smiled warmly.

It took a moment. A long moment. “Ya know,” Sahara finally allowed the slightest of smiles, “I might be down with talkin’ to another little sister ‘round here.”

Star Mike is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

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"Are we going to live in the next day Or Not "  🥺💔

Verified by Butterfly effect project line 355 in spreadsheet🇵🇸🚨here

Yes this is the only thing that all of our family thought about it. Everyday we ask ourselves  if we going to live anymore or not .  Everyday in this cruel war we imagine one of us dead and feeling so sad about what will happen next day.

Now after the war all the building are destroyed here and there is no life around us please we need to evacuate 🙏🥺

Please help my kids and my family to evacuate from here. Gaza now is not for human being living we need you support to stand with 18 members of the family to travel to another place that could find some peace and start new life without wars.  We live in many wars and we are so tired. 

Please share for more people you know can help me and my family. 

Please donate here

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Mission To Learn Unused Audio Files

Hello Numberjacks Fans

it's going to be a small haunt For an Unused Files From The Now unplayable game of Mission To Learn

if anyone have or know where to find the files please report back here

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OC As An Animal

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Just Remembered That I Have This Drawing Here

Who's This?

Based On A Comment in A Thread in The GTA Supreddit

This Is Suppose To Be Claude's Mother Or Some Shit

Of course, She's Not Canon And that is just a sketch Made By Some Random Artist (Me)

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I was thinking about the coolest thing ever today

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i have to change my banner, thos two where there since the middle ages {or 2022 to be more clear}

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Brotherly Gloves {Thanks anotherwvba}

I Wanted to get these headcanons out of my head so yeah. This is a thread(?) for my headcanons for little mac and peter punch {AKA Super Punch Out SNES' Protagonist/Birdie}, so enjoy {i hope}

Little Mac

Since A Young age, mac got hit with the "oldest child syndrome", due to his parents working almost all the time trying to support their house

Mac Is Autistic, he However didn't have any problem with socialising, but he was like selectively-mute with some people {he was not much of a talker in the first place}

Mac was never shy of showing his true self {upbeat, Carefree childish boy} even after he became 18, expect in serious things

He Learned How To Cook From His Mom And Uncle {Pete Zepasta}

He sometimes Get Overprotective of his brother, to that fact that he didn't allow Him To Play on swings

Mac is an "All Animals" Person, If you ask him what's his fav, his answer will change every time {he can't decide, all of them are awesome}

Peter Punch

Peter Have Astraphobia {Fear Of Thunders} Since He Way 2

Peter Have ADHD, And Sometimes he would fidget on anything when he can, even scratching mac's head sometimes {he's also kinda of a yapper}

He was attached to his brother way more then he did with his parents

He Got His Nickname "Birdie" After He Was trying to talk to a bird {Also because someone Says That Peter Looks Like A Bird}

Unlike His Brother, Peter Tried to act more "Mature" at A Young age, So People Don't Treat Him Like A Child, After A while He learned to embrace his True self

He Love Insects and reptiles {His Fav are Spiders, Beetles, Snakes And Lizards}

Again, Thanks for @anotherwvba for the fic name, i really appreciate it

This Part is for something that both share so say

None Of Them Had, "Emo" or something phase, instead they had the "Femme" phase, where Loved everything that is "feminine" and even embrace it {it happens because of their other uncle's sassy and flamboyant personality}

Their Uncle Sometime took care of them, which made mac learn cooking and peter help

Pete Zepasta {aka Pizza Pasta} Is their mom's brother

Both Sometimes Would Pull Pranks Just For Fun, Peter Plans It, And Mac do the pranks

someone on the internet joked about them being a "Mac n Fries" duo

they lived in a Not so great Neighbourhood, and both of their parents worked in a minimum wage jobs

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October Chibis

Sorry For Being Late

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

with all love my man

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Hello 👋

My name is Mohammed, and I’m 25. I escaped the horrors of war in Gaza🍉 but my journey was marked by tragedy as my friend drowned at sea. Now, I’m in the Netherlands, alone and unable to work due to asylum restrictions. Meanwhile, my family is suffering in Gaza, living in a nylon tent after our home was destroyed. They have no food, no shelter, nothing. I feel powerless to help them from here. Your donation could be the lifeline they desperately need. Please, help save my family.🍉🇵🇸 ‏

sure buddy

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lets goooooooo, death to ai

Reblog to make it die faster

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Boxers Baby Sit Peter {Headcaanon}

With Mac Being a Boxer, And a Champian, He Doesn't Always Have time to be with his younger Brother, So, Here is a Little Headcanon for peter being baby set by the boxers.

Note:

I Did Share This Head Canon On Reddit First, But I Liked To Bring It Here On Tumblr This Is Based On My {And Some Others'} Headcanon, That Little Mac And SPO {SNES} Protagonist Are Siblings, With Little Mac Being The Older And SNES Mac {Who We Call Peter Punch Here} Is The Youngest

I Might Make A little Story About It, But Only God Know If I'll Do It Or Not

Glass Joe: Would Teach Peter About French Culture and maybe take him to a cafe {If peter was a good boy, he'll gift him a bag of french pastries}

Von Kiser: Might Treat Him Like How He Treat His Students, But Since Peter is a teenager, He Would Go A Bit harder on him {Still, he won't actually Hurt him}

Disco Kid: I Like To Imagine Disco Kid Having The "Rich Aunt" Energy, Where He Spoil Peter with Stuff, Plus Maybe dance together {Even when mac told him that peter should not listen to loud music}

King Hippo: Similar To Disco Kid But With Food, Taking Him To A Restaurant And Have a Very Big Meal, To Big That Peter Was in Shock {ofc the boy didn't eat much, but it was kinda fun}

Piston Hondo: Ofc, He's Gonna Be The More Strict One, And Teaching The Boy Some Manners, And Maybe Tea Break

Bear Hugger: Probably Would Teach Him How To Play Hockey, And Spend some times with ms.bear, also, he might actually act like a mama bear with him

Great Tiger: Somehow Peter Got Out Of Control That Led to Tiger To Use, Not 4, Not 5, Not 6, But 8 Clones To Keep Him Under Control {Promised To Not Babysit Again after it}

Don Flamenco: Would Let Carmen Help Him With Peter, And Maybe Try To Influence Him On Typical Romantic Stuff, Like Roses {Peter Finds It Weird}

Aran Ryan: No

Soda Popinski: They Won't Do Much, But Soda Would Buy the boy a drink {Juice to be clear}

Bald Bull: Ofc He Will Not be actually Aggressive, Giving Him Being an Uncle Himself {HC From Someone} He Know How To Treat Such a Young Teen

Super Macho Man: Either Be Another "Rich Aunt", Or simply would not babysit at all

Mr. SandMan: Either 2 Things, Peter Finding Sandman so scary that he can't say no to him, or Sandman trying to BE Scary To make peter listen to everything he say {the difference is, our pete is not scared of sandie}

Bonus

I Saw Someone HC That He's Little Mac's Uncle so

Pizza Pasta: Would Gladly Take Care Of Peter While Mac Train {Also He Make Him Help Him In The Kitchen}

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couldn't think of any better idea

so i came up with this