* Dumps A Handful Of These Little Freaks Into Your Candy Bucket *

no more snarched waists draw fat people

The Professor is BACK BABEYYYYY

Sketches of Duckpaw, a character for an rp I’m doing with my partner set in @redux-iterum ‘s universe! Featured is her brother from an older litter, Starkshade, who my partner writes ::3

sketches of protags from my wip comic, Brought Up In The Woods ::)

Trick or treat! Happy Halloween!

it may look mean, but its still a treat!

sketch requests are ✨ OPEN ✨

- ask via my inbox; refs encouraged if not a prompt

- I won’t do nsfw, real people, or fan art

- I’m most likely to get dragon related requests done lol. There’s also no guarantee I’ll get to your request. Followers and mutuals have priority! (￣▽￣)ノ

write your url by only using emojis

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aw shit I gotta post things

doodle of my take on a funny fox ::)

Being from Gaza, Palestine is so different.

I tell people I'm from Gaza and I get pity, I get the "oh... do you have family there?" and I have to act tough, I am tough, it runs in my veins. Being from Gaza is expecting that reaction, the sorrow, it's dealing with dumbass people everyday, it's getting the "can you go there?" question. (No i cant btw).

I am from Gaza, I feel emotions just like everyone else, I feel anger and hurt and longing for a place I cant visit, I feel love and comfort and right now I feel alone and like im yelling at the world to pay attention and NO ONE CARES.

I am from Gaza, my thoughts belong to Gaza, my heart, my skin color, the way I speak, the way I say words a bit differently than the rest of the Palestinians, the way I wish I was a filmmaker to share my culture with the world.

I am from Gaza, i am aware of how different my people are, i am aware that i grew up differently, I am aware I grew up looking at the news from my grandparents television with my aunt waiting for news about her family, I am aware that I have trauma in my veins, I am aware that my culture is taken over and that I can't really speak about it, I am aware that not everyone experiences your aunt screaming that her brother died and yelling "He's apart of my soul, my soul died"

I am from Gaza, I hurt, I feel, I love, I care and my heart, soul and mind all belong to my beautiful land and its people.