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Drakkobloxxer art first time drawing dino

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Fatima and the baby

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JUJUUUUU DROP A SPRITE EDIT OF ANY OF THE 8:11 CHARACTERS AND MY LIFE US YOURS

THE WAY I NEVR SAW THIS😭💔💔

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War Took Everything, But We Are Still Here 💙

Some days, survival feels impossible. The weight of grief is too heavy. The loss, the fear, the uncertainty—it’s endless.

I lost 25 members of my family in a single attack. My mother. My sisters. My nieces. The people who made my world feel whole.

And now, I am left with my father and my younger siblings, trying to survive with no home, no certainty, no way to rebuild. We have been displaced twice already, moving from place to place, never truly safe.

But we refuse to let war steal everything from us.

💔 I still dream of rebuilding. 💔 My siblings still have hopes for a future. 💔 We just need a little help to make that possible.

Even $5 might not seem like much, but for us, it’s a sign that someone still cares. If you can’t donate, please share this post. Every act of kindness matters.

Thank you for keeping our hope alive. 💙

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home. No food. No clean water. No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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A non-returning kiss.

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Fatima Navarro! 8:11 oc!

I redrew her outfit..

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You should never force a bud open

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABBY

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Vittorino and Belén (male fatima)

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Do you take drawing requests *preparing to ask for Francis getting the shit kicked out of him by Fatima's half brothers*

YAA I DO😭😭

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Eek

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A monster

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First time funger fanart!! Pav!!

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Can I PLSSSSS learn more Abt Paloma's half brothers??? And who's half are they??? Leons or her mom's???

YESS

For starters all of the half brothers are (in age order) Luis, Juanito, Benjamín, and Santiago.

Here is Santi.. this is an old photo so he would be the 4th one!

But all of them are the sons of Remedy and Celia (who we don’t like because he’s not a good person..)

But that is their father!

Luis and Juanito are attached at the hip since they were born so they go everywhere with each other! Luis is more reserved and much more quiet while Juan is extremely outgoing. Very easy to tell the two apart from each other.

Benjamín is very timid. He is a nervous train wreck and gets so so nervous around everything/everyone.. He’s very nice though!

And Santiago is the more oblivious one! He seems more there, but mostly spaces out until something interesting catches his eye. He’s a really calm dude and enjoys being around with his mother (Celia)

They all know Fatima/Paloma is alive but don’t know where she was taken! Fatima on the other hand, has no idea about how she has any family members. Even then she was told how she isn’t even human so any family relations are scratched out..

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1- Male Fatima! Name: Belen

2- Fatimas half older brother- Benjamín (3rd oldest out of 4)

3- Fatimas half older brothers- Luis & Juanito (1st & 2nd oldest… Twins)