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Now that I received the merch that I was working on, I can finally show u guys the arttt~~~~

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.

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.

where my fablehaven enjoyers at

(close-ups under the cut)

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

Read here on Ao3!

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.