I was looking through my old sketchbooks and I found a drawing I did. Abeke and Rollan were my favorite duo/characters when I was younger and they still are.
have you ever thought about how Kendra must have serious trauma and trust issues from everything happened with Gavin? and how maybe that's the reason that as soon as she knew Bracken was a good guy and wasn't going to betray her she almost immediately became incredibly attached to him
have you ever wondered if the whole brackendra thing was just Kendra's trauma, needing to feel wanted but having trust issues with relationships and then being around a conventionally attractive and relatively safe person?
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
He comes from a small kingdom near the shaftlands. His unique magic developed when he was really young and he subsequently became a target. So he was sent away to be protected. He had a caretaker that went with him who is a mother gothel like figure.
He spends the next few years of his life with a super strict routine. He is not allowed outside without supervision and he is very sheltered. Around 15 he is allowed to go back to his kingdom and it's really hard for him to adjust. He soon gets a letter for NRC and he accepts immediately.
He's very naive and trusting. It's also really hard for him to deal with conflict.
The fic in which Kendra grapples with her sexuality, Alyssa thinks she is insane bc there is a dead girl in her biology class, and they fall in love (all over again) <3
7.3k words; Alyssa/Kendra
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When Kendra laid next to Alyssa at night with their legs entangled and their breaths in sync, a peace descended onto her brain, quieting the normal incessant blaring thoughts. Like meditation, Alyssa’s presence lulled her to sleep in seconds.
On nights alone, Kendra would struggle to fall asleep until she imagined a ghostly Alyssa beside her, breathing in and out. With the image in her mind, Kendra would slip under sleep before the hundredth sheep even achieved the crux of their jump.
Kendra had simply found a solace in Alyssa that she had not yet found anywhere else.
And then when everything happened and Kendra died and the world ended and Grandpa told her she could never see any of her old friends again, Kendra weeped.
At night, she held her pillow tightly—wishing and wishing and wishing it was Alyssa instead.
But this time, the idea of Alyssa sank her stomach instead of settling it, because she knew she would never, ever see Alyssa again.
Of course, the universe liked to prove Kendra wrong.
Two years later, as she sat down in her biology class on her first day of college, Kendra spotted her ghost sitting two rows in front of her. Fear that she had finally lost it brought bile to her throat. It couldn’t really be Alyssa, but then the teacher asked for the blonde’s name after she answered a question and she said Alyssa Carter.
Well, shit.
A shiver raced through Kendra. Muscles like a tense bowstring, her pencil hovered over an empty notebook page for the rest of the class, not breathing until the teacher bid them farewell and Alyssa exited through the class doors.
Once the last stragglers left, Kendra darted out of the classroom and toward her residence hall.
There, Kendra paced the small dorm room she shared with a stranger from California named Paloma, thinking of how to withdraw from her biology class as soon as possible. There might be another one, later in the day, somewhere sometime.
But, even that probably wouldn’t be enough.
Because what if she saw Alyssa again? In a different class, at the dining hall, at a sports game? Did she want to live her entire college experience in fear?
Kendra paused at the revelation. She had come to Virginia for a fresh start free of all her magical problems. And now, on her first day, she had run head-first into the worst kind of problem she could have.
Did she need to withdraw from this college completely?
It was Friday, she could do it over the weekend, no one would even blink an eye. She could quit UVA, quit Virginia, and return to Connecticut before the first week of college even ended.
Kendra resolved to do this, her heart and stomach sinking because she knew she would never see Alyssa again just as she had known years prior, when Paloma opened the door—laughing about something and saying, “So, this is my dorm. And this is my roommate, Kimberly,” and then Paloma walked in with two girls behind her, one of which froze at the sight of Kendra.
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