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Alien pulling your sleeve to get your attention: and who is this Cunt you all serve

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silly idea i had to draw

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⚠️haikyuu movie spoilers

collection of doodles after watching the movie

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aran week day 6: boundaries

aran hates the town of inarizaki.

there’s a sizable population of elders and kids, whose parents left them behind to work in the cities. the only adults left are staff at the elementary, junior high, and high schools, rice farmers who also do odd jobs outside of harvest season, municipal workers and others who have businesses in the town center.

then, there’s his dad, in charge of a buddhist temple on the outskirts of town.

the temple comes with a large property, which they occupy a corner of. his dad spends most of the day sifting through papers and materials left behind the old caretaker while aran is expected to go to school, make friends, enjoy his childhood. he would, if the kids didn’t whisper behind his back, visibly flinch away from him, pointedly turn the other way whenever they see him in the hallway.

just because his skin is darker than theirs.

he lives away from the town center, deep in the forest. aran always feared what’d happen if he got lost, wondered if the trees would teleport him to a place where he’d be accepted, where he wouldn’t be teased for his looks or his dad’s job.

his eyes dart upward at the rustling bush ahead of him, noticing the tip of a fox’s tail disappearing into the foliage. even he knows of the town’s protectors, twin foxes sent by inari-sama herself. if he catches one of them, maybe they’ll grant his wish? he looks around before stepping off the trail and into the trees.

aran bumbles through the undergrowth, poked by stray branches and leaves. every so often, he stops and listens for rustling, stepping through foliage in its direction. “hello?” he calls out. “fox-san? are ya there?”

no answer, obviously. he is undeterred, moving deeper and deeper into the forest, so determined to move forward that he doesn’t notice the sudden slope beneath his feet.

“wah!” his shriek echoes around him. he loses his balance, falls onto his back, slides down the hill. branches and leaves rip his exposed arms and legs, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

the ground straightens beneath him. he daren’t opens his eyes, afraid of what he’ll see. if he keeps them closed, he can imagine himself at home with his dad, safe and sound, instead of lost in the labyrinth of nature, where no one can find him.

i don’t wanna be here. i wanna go home. please, inari-sama, take me home.

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he isn’t sure how he dozed off, but when he returns to himself, he hears voices.

“…ya just had ta let yerself be seen, an’ look what happened.” a drawl like his own, only deeper and annoyed. “inari-sama’s probably pissed at ya.”

“inari-sama’s always pissed at me.” a snort in reply, also with an accented drawl. it’s different from the first voice, slightly lighter and carefree. “i’ll bring the kid home, relax. can ya heal him fer me?”

“fine, but ya owe me.”

aran struggles to open his eyes, but stops at the blanket of warmth that covers his limbs, stinging scratches reduced to a whisper of pain. the sensation fades a moment later, the cool spring air causing him to shiver in the aftermath. “there. ya better take him home.”

“yeah, yeah. it’s always me runnin’ ‘round town while ya just sit at the shrine an’ look pretty.”

“that would be nice, if the humans could see us.” the dirt shifts. “i’ll see ya later.”

the air starts to move around aran, and he realizes someone is carrying him. still, the weight on his eyes remains, leaving him no choice but to relax, resting his head against the person’s chest. the fabric reminds him of a hakama, a familiar sensation after years of sitting on his dad’s lap while he read to him.

“hey, kid.” the drawl addresses him. “yer gonna be okay. i’ll bring ya home ta yer papa soon, ‘kay?”

he tries to speak, but it’s like his mouth is sewn shut. “i used a lil’ bit o’ magic on ya, just so ya won’t see me,” the voice continues. “ya might remember this, ya might not. youkai gotta do what they gotta ta protect themselves.”

youkai. his dad told him stories about them, about tsukomogami, kitsune, kama itachi, spirits and deities. there are very few who can see them, as they do not want to be seen. some can be cruel, but many are benevolent, harmless creatures who live parallel to humans.

“ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout those scrubs at school, either. they aren’t worth yer time.”

how does this youkai know about that? aran wants to ask, but the voice sweeps on. “it takes time fer friends ta come, but when they do, they’ll be friends ya keep. so don’t give up, yeah? yer a strong kid, not even cryin’ after yer tumble. i rescued a bunch o’ squirts who wailed their heads off, even chased me or my brother off when we tried ta help. ya got a kind heart; find others who see it.”

the air shifts as he’s lowered onto grass, kissed by the sun. aran feels control return to his body, and he wrestles his eyes open, vision blurry. however, it’s enough to see a young man with golden tails and pointed ears on top of his head walk away from his line of sight, dressed in a hakama. “stay safe, kid.”

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the next morning, he leaves the temple with a backpack around his shoulders. he walks through the forest to school, and as he’s about to emerge from the trees, he spots a golden fox watching him with wide, golden eyes. aran stops a safe distance away, blinks at the fox. he smiles, dips his head, and continues his way, letting the fox watch him depart.

maybe staying in town would be so bad, after all.

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

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Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

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With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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ethics of making AI images aside, I do find a bit amusing the kinds of sob stories and mental gymnastics people make up to pretend like drawing is this super technical skill with an impossibly high barrier of entry when its like one of the first hobbies toddlers pick up

suddenly a lot of people think they got the next Lord of the Rings in their head but they were never able to turn their stories into anything tangible because the evil elitist artists are hogging all the talent and skill and they need a bajilion years of training or something as if one of the most popular manga and anime of the past decade wasn't made by a guy that draws like this

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my fav girl Komori

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hq life draw from zeet studio sketch... all the poses were so good i wanted to draw them properly

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Catching up

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Happy weekends!♥️

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shout out to the bonus comic where hinata and oikawa try to make new years mochi out of sand but all their friends think they just made a massive shit

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Fun with Sushicore

Fem Ushiten and IwaOi

Family, feat fem Miya twins and Motoya and Kiyoomi (she refuses to say who her red jacket belongs to)

Source

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happy 4th year of sunaosaweek! 💛

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honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister

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I think I just found the only reasonable exchange involving two people with opposing views on porn to ever exist on this website

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