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Mim's Cradle

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Part-1

Good morning, sweeties!!!

Here is my take on Night Light

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Absolutely fun process, especially when you can utilize the creative freedom and just make his armor a gifted form, from the stars.

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Just got this inspo at 12 AM and immediately got to work. Hope you all will like it!!!

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Gary holds his son, look goofy. Little Cato won't bathe.

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Ash and Avocato are cooking. Looks like Avocato will burn something anyway.

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Quinn sniffs the sunflower. Little Cato is proud of his findings.

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Little Cato is fishing and is serious about it.

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Avocato brought a duck home. Duck was unscathed and only spooked Avocato when it flew.

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Angel kin PNGs

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activity template — let’s pick some stuff, sea turtle theme (request!)

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Credit: @almost_dreamy (Instagram)

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Tails' Lullaby

An older animatic I made a few months ago about Sonic and Tails!

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Limited Edition Louis Vuitton Papillon Mink Mini • $3,638.57

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From Haaretz, no less.

(full article)

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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

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.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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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.

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🍮🎀💗new edit💗🎀🍮

💗 first three photos are mine edited by me "schizobit3s" or "schiz0bit3s" on insta "kittie_nibbles" on tiktok "bunnibit3s" on twitter 💗

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Orange themed Agere mood board! 🍊

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Oranges are so yummy! I dont always eat oranges themselves but I love orange juice and orange flavored things! The stringy bits can be a little bit of a sensory nightmare tho.. ૮ >ﻌ< ა

I plan on doing more fruit themed mood boards so lemme know if theres a specific fruit you wanna see!

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CG Cream Unicorn Cookie Flag!

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Tags for archive: @bunnelbaby @a-agere-archive @agere-archive

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*throws a bone cuz people have been asking for pt 2 of the hazbin hotel thing*

vagggie doesn’t need hands or feet ok

been in my drafts I actually have a few drawings of the part 2 that I could post I just have to color them(and some line art I gotta do)

Drawing these 2 genderbent is fun

Also I still haven’t watched season 1 and I probably never will

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𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦! 𝘜𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳!

𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘚𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯�� 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘻𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴. 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳.