FINALLY Someone Realizes That They're A Bit Of A Bitch

Alrighty everyone, I’m doing my first ever adopt!! (Please be nice ;w;)

Grape Inspired Sheep Adopt Auction!!!

[OPEN!!]

SB = 15 USD

MI = 1 USD

AB = 40 USD (If auto bought, includes free cell shaded headshot!!)

Bidding ends 24 hours after latest bid, I only take PayPal, Dm or Comment to offer!!

(This is also being done on Twitter + insta, so act fast!)

Sweet Slumber

🌿 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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We still like oc content in the UT/UTY community, right? Like Oc x canon stuff? Too bad I'm sharing mine:

TW: Mentions of alcoholism

So, meet Gay Boy.

His name is Karis, pronounced Care-iss.

He's a type of Monster that I got the idea for in a dream, they're called Fiends, basically typical demon-esque type of monsters, big horns, sharp teeth, can safely be in really hot environment, all that, they even have tiny bat wings.

He used to be an engineer, a really successful one, too! He graduated high school and worked in the CORE for a while, originally doing boring paperwork stuff that he absolutely hated, but then went on to actually do engineering work, which he enjoyed much more, however it just wasn't really his thing. So, he moved on to the Steamworks! (Yes, his story is connected to UTY) This was his permanent workplace for many years to come, and he LOVED it! Mostly because his dream job was to me a mechanic and he got loads of that kind of work there, even invented the minigun in his spare time, but also because he had a FAT workplace crush. On Chujin. Ok pals here's where the oc x canon part comes in. Ever since high school, he's had the FATTEST crush on Chujin (see why I call him Gay Boy?) but, yknow, he kinda can't act on his feelings on account of Chujin being happily married, so he bottles his feelings up, after all, if Chujin is happy, he's happy! He's still a family friend after all, he'll be okay, if a little jealous.

Then Chujin dies. Oh boy then Chujin dies. He really goes off the deep end here. He's already been bottling up very aggressive feelings of love for years now, only for the person he was both pining for and genuinely good friends with to die, tragically, and the rest of the family fall apart soon after. He continued to bottle up his feelings, more and more, skipping work often to either stay home and drink, or go to a bar to drink, either way, he ended up passed out, only to wake up just as sad and repressed as before. It didn't help that he never felt like it was "his turn" to grieve, there were people closer to him, so he'd let them grieve before he could. It was never "his turn."

He has a soul trait attached to him, like if he had a boss fight, that being Patience, the thing that was ultimately his downfall. He never confessed when he had the chance in high school or fresh in the workforce, he never got it out while Chujin was still alive, and he never allowed himself grief after he died. He spiraled further and further until he quit his dream job, and moved to Snowdin, opening up a little curiosity shop where he'd sell the remaining things he made on the side during his career, and when he isn't at his shop, he's at home, drinking until he can't walk straight and can barely speak, only managing to sob.

Oh the things that come from never properly expressing your feelings when you had the chance.

Anyways uh yeah! I don't have lots of art of him or a proper reference, I'll make that later, so uhhh, take some assorted doodles of him

STOP! before you make an extreme decision or take drastic action of some kind, think about SIFFRIN

are you:

S - sick?

I - indignant?

F - fatigued?

F - famished?

R - resentful of anyone trying to help you, even loved ones?

I - in a state of distress?

N - needing a hug?

if you answered yes to one or more of the above, fix that and then get back to your big decision!

Hey I found your shovel knight fics on AO3 and tly enjoyed em!!

aa thank you so much! ^^ have a tinker and prop, i've been missing drawing the two of them

slides into your tumblr like a uhhh yeah

HIIIHIHIHI i think you might be that other chujin fan to per say you’re also cool yeah

All I'll say is...let's walk ten paces. And grab our flintlock pistols

I think Duster from Mother 3 is a butch lesbian

Bloodborne but everyone has an aggressive Boston accent

So i was making a doodle about me not knowing what game to buy and i wanted to add the world machine because of the recent release of TWM edition on steam,but i didnt want to just add a floating niko so i said to myself "well,why not make my own design inspired why other WM fan designs? so i opened a new file,gather some reference and started drawing

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W H A T K I N D O F D E M O N P O S S E S E D M E T O M A K E T H I S??????

Like,i know is very arrogant for me to say it but I LOVE how this turned out the colors,the design,the composition i AAAAAAA

Anyways heres the doodles

Idk