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N005 // airport_twilight

WARNING: n/a

In the wake of the Incident, the destruction wrought carved through more than humanity. For Belltower, loss comes in the form of weakening resolve. Another chip, another crack; and he asks himself how much longer he can keep holding himself together with salvaged cloth and sun-brittled tape. The more he loses, the more he doubts. And when the unshakable bull trembles, the resonant shiver is felt across dead oceans and bleak space. He fears, he fears, the days to come, and those he's closest to may see him crumble.

This is a piece about my Deus Ex OC, Nadir.

Song: alt-J - House of the Rising Sun

there's a voice on the speaker and i can't make out the words. i recall it just like yesterday, i shoulda called you every day. i miss you.

there's a voice on the speaker and i can't bring myself to care. flight 52 now boarding, even though we know you ain't goin nowhere. stuck in a rut, wheels spinnin where you runnin? what's your business?

and everything aches and everything aches

it's crashing down around me, and nobody seems to hear me; pretty face, porcelain. comin apart at the seams i wanna give in.

there's a voice on the speaker and it's counting down; to zero hour to the end of days. and everything i fought for, keeps slipping away.

there's a voice on the speaker and it's mesmerized me; caught in the undertow telling myself it's easier to let go. it's easier to sleep.

and everything aches and everything aches

we keep going, hollowed out and surreal. something's gotta give; and the longer i fight the more i worry it's gonna be me.

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A piece for @adamxjensen for his birthday. It’s become a bit of a tradition of mine now to get him a piece of Adam and Nadir every birthday, and this one was inspired by a piece he wrote me.

He writes my favorite Adam pieces and has been a constant source of inspiration for my own prose. An incredible influence in my life, I can’t imagine where I’d be without him today.

Happy birthday, dude, despite this getting posted up way later than your actual birthday haha.

Artist: @uberbee I absolutely love the way that Bee draws Adam. He looks comfortable and soft, and most importantly, he looks genuinely happy. I love that Bee never forgets his freckles, and how natural the smiles look. Thank you again. ♥

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N004 // so_it_goes

WARNING: This story contains a brief symbolic allusion to self-mutilation (the removal of teeth).

Before there was the minotaur locked away in his steel labyrinth, there was the frantic beating of footsteps down the street in the pouring rain. There was the smell of smoke and the surge of fire and the swell of hope that maybe, just maybe we could make a difference.

Before Belltower, there was a revolutionary. And in the shadow of it’s fall, we’ve come back to zero. And so it was, and so it shall be, that history repeats itself on a never-ending path.

This is a piece about my Deus Ex OC, Nadir.

something sitting against the edge of your teeth, peeled paint chips and lead, arsenic blood and fury-fed pliars to teeth, dug into roots, disheveled and distraught. coming in clutch with morphine to sooth the soul of blood in the throat and a lack of air, disillusioned devil may care something cruel and something honest humanity peeling away, eyes prized open and a wolf under your sheepskin and this something is the pulse of the city with your thumb on revolution does the beat speed your heart canister pouring gas out into the street do the rounds feel like home a gentle caress and poppy fields is there anything left in there is there anything left to care drawing air, drowning despair wind under wings, and this is icarus' last dance. clear the stage, pieces swept, trapped in lockstep, have you learned yet direction's absent, this is a fragment Fingertips wrote loveletter red, lost in the mail we swallow pride, swallow dread so it goes, so it goes and love is fickle, fleeting, deceiving, conceited so it goes, so it goes and love is blind, virtuous, gentle, curious so it goes, so it goes your heart is a furnace, and i'll stoke my rage swallow copper, dragons and dreams belching sulfur and spinning fame so it goes, so it goes and nothing has changed wake up, head on do it all again wake up, head on do it all again because nothing has changed

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N003 // sons_of_the_revolution

WARNING: This story contains symbolic allusions to self-mutilation (the removal of teeth) and brief mentions of abuse.

In the aftermath of the world’s end, the ash gathers over a huddled form. Furious as the sea and dark as the cloying smoke, he rises again and stands as a hollow king, broken but not defeated. Something akin to the iron taste of madness stains the back of his tongue, and he knows that this cannot last. The sons and daughters of the revolution shall never stop fighting, until we are all dead or free.

Post-Panchaea, post-Incident, he was discarded into Golem City and left for dead. To their dismay, he has always been a survivor, and now the bull breaks from his bars, dedicating his life to trampling the unjust gods.

First, however, he must break from the bonds of his fractured psyche.

This is a piece for my Deus Ex OC, Nadir. It is intended to read with the feel and tone of slam-poetry, because I’m a nerd who likes that stuff.

today is a day. the date doesn't matter, because it never did. numbers arranged in sequence- count them out in their pretty little one two threes ticking on a clock on a neck on the pulse of what's left of me he stands at the sink in a bathroom, and he's not me anymore. i'm watching him from just across the room. he's looking at his eyes because the eyes are the windows to the soul but every time he looks in there's nobody there anymore and how do you define a soul if machines can be real and alive is it by birth is it by life does someone have to love you before you are worthy of a soul. he's looking at his eyes because he doesn't recognize me anymore. separated from myself, i've ceased to become the man who's taking tools to his teeth and pulling them out one at a time discarding them in the sink. porcelain wrapped steel slips down the drain and i swear to god i swear i could see him falling away like pieces of an old radio tower that stopped broadcasting years ago because there's nothing in his head anymore except the voices that won't stop that can't stop that need to be heard and it was a bad idea the worst one yet to house three souls in a broken head and he FUCKED UP and he FUCKED UP and we're a FUCK UP and we CAN'T WAKE UP from a fucking dream in a world that's dying its dead we buried it under the floor boards because we were ashamed and that's why we ran and he's no different than me but he can't see that i'm trying to reach out to speak out to make him look at me and another tooth slips down the drain and it's machinery and it's imaginary and the pain is fabricated and it's past midnight but he won't listen because we need to sleep and he's not me anymore and there's a split like fractured bones when his dad hit him too hard and he's justifying it all with the false idea that if a father can hurt his son then maybe there's no god and maybe you have to create one if you want something to believe in. because faith is fragile... because hope is fleeting... and he's filled the sockets with rifle casings and his is a bite that ends lives and he's not afraid to use his teeth anymore. he's not afraid to die anymore... we are gods in the flesh, our potential unrealized.

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i've decided to make the incredibly brave and stunning move to opt out of death. sorry h8rs.

my shitty belltower deus ex oc nadir after surviving golem city, probably

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O h n o .  . .

Sometimes things just go sideways really, really fast. Good thing Nadir is skilled at hiding bodies... Listen, Gavin knew this was coming.

A big ol’ thank you to my buddy for giving me a spot in his commission! This absolutely made my day. Check out the artist’s illustrations and digital paintings, they’re fucking CRAZY good, and got that graphics design POP. Their prices are whack for the quality you get. _______ Artist: https://essenemen.carrd.co/

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“Hold my calls, Gina.”

The heat is quickly approaching here in Nevada - because I’m told spring is a myth, and with talk about beaches floating around the house, I felt it was only proper to give Belltower himself some downtime. Nadir has skin-tone covers for his Sarif Industries legs specifically for the beach because it keeps the sand out.

Despite Nadir’s love of oil black and gold, Nadir likes pink, turquoise and gold together a lot. He also likes blue curaçao margaritas, Hawaiian shirts fresh outta Miami Vice and unironically wearing shutter shades.

Pray for him, y’all. Nothin’ wrong with him, he just dumb asf. _______ Artist: https://www.deviantart.com/speckledplanet

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Artist: @w-intermute Character: Nadir Ibn Al-Dhahabi Fandoms: Deus Ex (top); inFamous (bottom

Description: Nadir is my Canon Lad - I use him as an OC in multiple universes, though Deus Ex is his home universe. Post-2029, after being removed from his position at Tarvos shortly after founding it following Belltower’s controversy, he took to the streets again. In his down time while not programming, he’s fallen in love with art and parkour once more. His love for life in motion can only be stilled by his time spent with Adam.

In the inFamous universe, Nadir is the son of a Syrian immigrant couple, and a Digital Conduit - if it has code, circuitry or programming, it can be controlled. He lives with his divorced mother, running a computer repair shop out of her basement, and gives her most of what he makes. Despite her insistance that he doesn’t have to stay, he’d rather take care of his mother than anything else, letting his more successful sister make her fortune and make their mother proud.

This is an absolutely stunning, drop dead beautiful set of pictures I got from one of my favorite artists on this site, @w-intermute​! I’ve always had my eye on your art, and your style is so vibrant, so full of life and colour. I’m so glad you had such a good time drawing these. They came out so, so much better than I was anticipating, and your personal touches to everything really made them unique. I’m in love with the work done on the throat and arm, and the clothing and symbols really cement the urban feel I was going for!

Thank you so, so much! ♥ 11/10, would ABSOLUTELY commission again!