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The newest edition to NeXus, our sweet owl-inspired bruja, Ezra Florentino!

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Happpyyyyy PRIDE MONTH. Hope you guys are excited for them to come home vv

Mr. Laveau presents: Mahou Hustle!

Coming in June, I will be proud to release a oneshot story thanks to the help of @bansheeaudios and @silverspoonvaand, as well as the amazing artist, @wingless-cupid!

If you like the magical girl genre, if you're gay and/or trans and like fiction about friendships/relationships, finding your place and know a thing or two about generally just having to deal with work drama then I think Mahou Hustle might be the thing for you!

I am excited to be able to announce this project and I hope y'all can tune in for it next month!

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need everyone to know that the artist who created this iconic artwork:

is STILL creating wolf art TO THIS DAY. TEN YEARS LATER. proof that the world is beautiful. her username is wolfroad! you can find her art right here, and here are a few of her more recent pieces that I absolutely adore:

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Thank you 🩷

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you. reading this. don't forget your daily clicks

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Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen

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I am Um Sami, a sick mother, 45 years old, living with my children and family in Gaza under unbearable conditions.🌼

I’m in a state of heartbreak and disbelief — so many people seem simply... annoyed by Palestine. Protests have faded. Interest in Gaza’s news is disappearing. Some are just tired of hearing about us.

For 80 days now, Israel has not allowed aid into Gaza. Gaza has been starving for 80 days. The situation is beyond what the mind can imagine — a living nightmare.

What breaks my heart the most is thinking about my children. How can any child live their childhood under genocide? No schools. No safety. No food.

And yet, I still believe my children will be okay... They will be okay when this genocide ends and they are finally allowed a “normal” life. Until then, can we please try to support them in any way possible?

This verified fundraising campaign — through GazaFetrus21 — helps feed my family and the children of my son Sami: three daughters and two sons, innocent souls who have done nothing wrong except be born in a land that is besieged and bombed without mercy.

My mother suffers from a severe vitamin deficiency and is now suffering from hunger. Help us by donating so that we can provide the medicine.

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pearlineeee

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RYAN SAID THAT STACK WOULD DO SMOKE'S HAIR AND PICK OUT HIS OUTFITS- IM SO SADDDDD 😭😭😭

like smoke protected them but stack took care of them MY SHAYLASSSSSS

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I’m so glad you exist even if you’re so far away

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Oh sinners brainrot how I adore you

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Annie is a force of nature when she challenges Cornbread. She is the gravitational point for all the other characters. Cornbread tries to move around her, to address Smoke, because it's Elijah who is considered the weaker link, not she. Yet he does not succeed because Annie's concerns are not dismissed. She is the carrier of knowledge, of tradition. All the characters in that room have her in high regard. She is LISTENED to and she is never treated as some paranoid, hysterical woman. I found it refreshing.

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something about smoke being rejected since childhood because everyone was certain his father's evil lived on in him. something about annie being the only one to call smoke 'elijah' and how that makes him soften. something about how just before they're truly reunited, annie says 'i dont want any of that smoke on the baby'. something about annie being the one who sets smoke free from his past and his sins and lets him be human instead.

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WOOOOOOOOOOOO look at us all go :)

NeXus 2nd Anniversary Art Contest!

The contest has officially wrapped up and with theme "Cross-over", I'm pleased to announce the winner is...

Asteroth as Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderlands by @cherryvin!

Congrats to on winning, your participation was a wonderful! Speaking of which, here are the submissions from other amazing participants!

Uriah's lineage (Zachary, Sherlock, Uriah) X One Piece by @mix-n-max! Some excellent picks all things considered (I was actually grinning evilly at Robin and Uriah)!

Asshole and Daisuke as my fave jobros, Josuke and Okuyasu by @weswritesscripts!

A NeXus x Life is Strange piece featuring Oscar by Aeri!

The AMPycule (Nikolas, Hot Shot, Oscar) X Spiderverse by @doerofart!

NeXus X Gorillaz by @idontwannabehereeee-blog!

and finally FFXIV X NeXus (Stephen, Uriah, Joseph, Anatoli, Eustace, Lionheart, Darren, Nikolas, Khaleed, Carlisle) with different characters in the classes @justmiroig picked for them

I'm glad to have had all these participants and it was really fun to review everyone's work! You all did amazing!

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the women of Sinners

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hello everynyan :3