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nyxthejinx · 2 days
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The land is ours
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nyxthejinx · 2 months
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As always don't forget about eSims
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nyxthejinx · 2 months
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daily clicks for palestine
donate to feed refugees in rafah
spreadsheet of gofundmes to evacuate families
fundraiser for esims for gaza
orgs to donate to
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nyxthejinx · 2 months
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Y'all I've been receiving asks from bots (I looked up the users after a couple days and the accounts were deleted already + their usernames were typical bot names) pretending to be people in need of money for medicines and whatnot.
Stick to the donation links you know, because 99% of the times it's just a scam. It's sad and disgusting that people take advantage of the Palestinian struggle like this. And not only that one, unfortunately.
arab.org - click once a day to generate funds for UNRWA in Gaza
gazaesims.com - purchase e-sims
gofundme.com/f/careforgaza - sends funds to displaced families in gaza
piousprojects.org/campaign/2712 - provides hygiene kits for women/girls
decolonizepalestine.com - learn more about the actual Palestinian history, culture and so on
Links taken from this post on X
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nyxthejinx · 2 months
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nyxthejinx · 2 months
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Hello everyone. I haven't been using this blog for a long time, and I should've done a post about this far earlier, honestly. I've focused on my reblog account without realising that 300 followers is a small, and yet big number when it comes to spreading awareness. I apologize for coming around so late and I'm ashamed of it.
I've been reblogging posts about what's happening in Palestine, and I've seen tons of Zionist bots in the comments. Hence I'll be going through my followers to see if there's any there, or Zionist people in general.
I will NOT allow Zionists to lurk in my blog, even though I'm not using it much anymore (I'm not planning on shutting it down, though).
I repeat, ZIONISTS DO NOT INTERACT.
Feel free to unfollow or block me, because I sure as hell will block you. To justify a genocide and protect Israhell's actions is simply unacceptable, there's no excuses.
Any ask sent with the only purpose of spreading hate for Palestine and/or Zionist propaganda will be deleted, I'd rather focus my resources on boosting Pro-Palestine posts and such. And I'll reblog them on this main blog too, from time to time.
I'll also leave here the "Advocating for Palestine" booklet (available in multiple languages), and make an extra post with all the donation links I come across.
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. 🇵🇸🕊️
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nyxthejinx · 4 months
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Mannnn I wanna go back to writing but Baldur's Gate 3 strangled every bit of interest I used to have for other games. Every single woman in the cast + vampire guy are living rent free in my mind, it's almost concerning
I'm not implicitly inviting whoever plays/follows the game to rant about it with me, noooo (please do I'd love to)
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nyxthejinx · 6 months
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Tummy ache survivor winds up writing angst!! Wrio and Clorinde clearly besties, I need them to hug me tight and tell me I'll be okay :'(
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Clorinde holding her gun to your head, and absolutely shattering from the inside out at the idea of pulling the trigger. She's so mad at you for choosing to go down this path, for forcing her to suffer twice as much and carry this burden, your blood on her hands. Every fiber of her being is screaming at her to stop, but she's known for her unwavering resolve. She'll regret it for the rest of her life.
Wriothesley staring at you, arms crossed and seemingly unbothered, professional- as if he didn't have the love of his life handcuffed before him. As the seconds tick by his mask of indifference begins to fail him, the crease on his brows betraying the silent ache tearing away his chest. He won't be able to help you the way he wants, because everyone is equal in the Fortress, and you're no exception.
Neuvillette, oh so distracted during your trial, his mind doing a back and forth between what must be done and what he'd like to do. For once the Iudex isn't struggling with gathering and figuring out his thoughts: it's clear this time, but it mustn't be voiced. His distraction won't stop him from handling your case with utmost care, though. So he can make sure, at the very least, that your sentence is the fairest of all.
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nyxthejinx · 6 months
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THREE YEARS AND HE FINALLY CAME HOME (along with Wrio <3), ON THE STANDARD BANNER NO LESS.
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nyxthejinx · 7 months
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WHY DO I ALWAYS CUT MY HAIR WHEN I KNOW I'LL BE DISAPPOINTED
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nyxthejinx · 7 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧
Guess who's back- yeahh Wrio altered my brain chemistry and i gotta cope with everything that just happened in the archon quest (iykyk). I haven't written in ages, I'm a bit rusty :')
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Slow mornings are the sweetest.
𝐓𝐖: Fluff (incredible, I know) nudity and intimacy in general (nothing too explicit, more on the romantic side), allusions to the night before, reader loves wrio's butt and is shameless about it (don't we all), mention of scars (wrio's), I tried to proof read it multiple times but my brain is fighting against me, lemme know if I missed anything
𝐅𝐭.: Wriothesley - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1056
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Eclipse - Pink Floyd
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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 that his body is covered with scars, nor does he try to hide them. But the bedside lamp and the afterglow shed a new light on him, one that only you have the privilege of enjoying.
He sits at the edge of the bed, hands by his sides, sinking comfortably in the mattress. The slightest twitch of his muscles can't go unnoticed, not when everything is so slow and still as if time had stopped.
But that's what happens in the Fortress, no? Unless you keep an eye on the watch, minutes and hours blend into a placid flow, until you end up thinking you have all the time in the word.
That's why you lay down the clocks in the room, when darkness begins its descent up in the overworld.
Because you get to see him like this. Sleep ridden, quiet, a bit grumpier than usual. Shamelessly naked from head to toe, with the sheets thrown over his lap for the sake of decorum, as if you didn’t see and feel each other all night along.
This morning too, he stills for minutes on end, staring ahead and gifting you the precious sight of his toned back, now painted with marks and scratches fresh from the night. He runs a hand on his nape, down his shoulder and you know he loves the stinging carvings you left behind with your nails.
But your favourite part rests further down.
“You have a nice butt.” You mumble with a lazy smile, as you let your eyes wander to his lower back. “I ought to tell you more."
Wriothesley looks over his shoulder just enough to glare at you, but you know that fiery glimmer stems from amusement; the way his eyes wrinkle at the sides nullifies the frown creasing his brows.
He's lovely, incredibly entertaining whenever he tries and fails to hide his eagerness for compliments.
The man huffs through his nose, shaking his head before standing up. He holds the fabric around his waist, now covering his rear out of spite, as he rummages through the small puddles of discarded clothes on the room's floor.
You, on the other hand, aren't as diligent as he is. There's no hurry, no impending chores more important than this moment as you make yourself comfortable on your side, in the softness of your pillow —that inevitably smells like him too.
Only a fool wouldn't enjoy how incredibly clumsy he appears right now, fighting with the sheets and getting more and more impatient with every passing second that he can't find his underwear.
It's like admiring the dark side of the moon, knowing that no one else gets the same privilege, the same trust.
Which... Might be revoked after this little stunt you pulled.
"Looking for these?"
Wrio's head snaps towards you and his frown deepens at the sight of his boxers hanging from your hooked fingers. You smirk, backing away as far as you can, until he's forced to stretch across the bed and over your body.
You can't help but giggle and snicker, too amused and definitely too confident in the power you hold over him. You both know his pinky finger would be enough to turn the tables, but he wordlessly enjoys this silly game between you two, just like he adores seeing your petty smirk.
Oh, and how he loves wiping it off your face. If he only had more time, in this dreaded Monday morning.
Without much effort, he eventually grabs the garment. "Pervert." He mutters, pinching the skin below your ribs.
You flinch, chuckling breathlessly. "Mean."
But not wrong. You can't stop your eyes from drifting down, where the sheets have slipped dangerously low after all the fighting.
Everything, from his scarred pecks and abs, to his V line looks so... imperfect, gruff, hostile. He's a man who's rough around the edges, like the claw marks that decorate his throat; hardened by life, on guard all the time.
Untrusting.
And yet, he shows his back to you without much thought.
Even now, with his pants back on, he plops into his previous position idly, placid in his every move.
There's no need to check for threats, because there's none.
And you realise once again —like you do every day— that you're not ready for the sun to come up and for the moon to switch sides.
For him to glance back.
There's things that need to be done, affairs that only the Duke can handle, no matter how greedy and jealous of his presence you are. Your hands itch to wrap around his wrist, to pull him back by your side for another hour or two.
Wriothesley, on the other hand, spins along without thinking twice, as he adjusts his boots back on. Hadn't you known him long enough, you'd dare to say he doesn't yearn for you as much as you yearn for him, but it's the little things that speak in his stead.
It's the lazily unbuckled belt, the messy hair, wobbling around with his every little movement. "I'll do it later, for it means that we'll spend more time together" they say.
It's the blemished, vulnerable back, offered so humbly.
And suddenly you can't resist the urge anymore.
You navigate your way through the sea of sheets to wrap your arms around his waist, and your bare front against his back stops his motions altogether. Blurred memories from the early night flare up one more time, as your lips burn invisible seals on the skin of his shoulder. Every mellow kiss is so fond, intimate. Just for the two of you to feel.
Never have you felt a stronger sense of belonging. Not when he relaxes so easily in your presence and the world ceases to spin.
When turning his back to you feels so natural.
"Be careful, mh?" You kiss the crook of his neck again, while your hands trace the rough skin around his navel. "I want your pretty butt to be safe and sound."
Wrio's deep chuckle shakes his shoulders and chest, and you feel it deep deep deep in your own heart.
"Your wish, my command." He hums, his coarse fingers guiding one of your wrists to his lips.
The moon, you decide, is prettier when it's dark.
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nyxthejinx · 7 months
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First warning: I'm crazy, friend. And I was away for too long. (I just finished of the 4.1 version mission and Wriothesley has me thinking about a thousand scenarios)
-Neuvillette pushed back the waters of the Primordial Sea, and almost managed to seal it when something from the water shot out and fell at his feet. Neuvillette rushed forward and sealed the Primordial Sea-
-Wriothesley ran when he heard Neuvillette's call and was shocked when he saw the body that was on the ground. He could notice the red hair of this seemingly fragile human, when he was going to touch his shoulder, he had to back away-
“Ajax… Where is Ajax?” -The red-haired figure stood up unsteadily while he supported himself with his greatsword-
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“Paimon can't believe it” -The little floating girl looked in surprise at the figure that was chained from head to toe against a wall-
-The traveler could not believe it, the last time he saw this person she was dragged by a mysterious force to the confines of the Abyss with no return.
“Diluc's favorite… hello traveler, how is everyone at home?” -the red-haired figure tilted his head and laughed maniacally and gloomily-
"Scarlet?" -the traveler finally pronounced, the fearless Fatui, the one-man army and the one rejected by her ow
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HELLO PAL HOW YOU DOIN- don't worry, I've been hella busy and not inspired in the slightest these months, you missed nothing. But Wrio turned out to be the final cure to my illnesses 🙏
Our favourite crazy little thing is back I'm 😭 you literally described what I'd do if I were in the game rn, literally be swimming a thousand miles to rescue my husband. Wdym he's lost in the sea WDYMMM GIVE HIM BACK. That man is enough of a death flag himself, don't put him into situations please for the love of God.
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nyxthejinx · 7 months
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Lmao guess who's back because Wrio pulled them out of their block all of a sudden hahaaha tomorrow 90% I'm gonna post for the wolf guy mhh
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nyxthejinx · 7 months
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UPDATE, Wrio managed to surpass my hate for him, he's my next target
Y'all can't wait to punch neuvillette in the face /hj
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nyxthejinx · 8 months
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NAHIDA JUST KILLED TWO NPCS WTFFFFF I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY KAVEH-
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nyxthejinx · 8 months
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What it looks like: I've abandoned my fic
What's actually happening: It consumes my thoughts every single day. The urge to write gets stronger but my putty brain just. won't. let. it. happen.
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