Yusuf might be falling in love…
Crappy doodle done to get myself to doodle more
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And yet we almost made it
we still have time 🫡🫡🫡
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Yusuf is like " oh no! He's too handsome. Must hide him "
Look,Yusuf!
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after we watched The Old Guard last year, I of course fell hard for JoexNicky 😭❤
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To dear @negotiumcrucis
Thank you Dana for your beautiful TOG fanfics, hope you like this art.
Bring me the sunflower by dana norram
Please read this beautiful fanfic! ❤️
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Dana I LOVE U SOOOOO MUCH
Crumbs crumbs
Not a sequel but new chapter of " like you could love me
Lisa, bb, I would know this ask was from you EVEN if you had sent it on anon XD thank you for all your love for this story, it means the world to me and I'm sorry it's taking so long to update. I confess this is one of my fave wips ever, so even as I wrote other fics since I last updated it, like you could (love me) was always in the back of my mind, so I'm pleased to announce that I finally started to write it again! :D I don't know exactly when the new chapter will be ready, but please have here the first 300 words of it (bound to change as I finish writing/editing it, of course).
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Nicolò is tired of waiting.
After his latest refusal to eat, both of his guards simultaneously sighed and tied up his arms behind his back. He did not try to fight them this time. Nicolò expected one of them to just take the food tray away, but they just left it on a small table, probably hoping that he would eventually change his mind, that he would relent.
Nicolò knows he will not, even with the hunger clawing all the way inside him. His father had started rationing food from the moment the Al-Kaysani clan surrounded the fort and the siege lasted for weeks. Nicolò and the other captives had been fed twice a day since they capitulated, but he ended up sharing some of his food with the younger boys in his cell, so he was already weak when the guards came for him.
Now the smell of food is slowly driving Nicolò insane and he cannot help wondering if this is some new elaborate form of torture. Just to leave him all alone in a dark room, empty but for a sleeping mat and a tray with ripe fruit and freshly baked bread.
He knows they probably do not plan to poison him, not after everything he went through that day. Nicolò chuckles bitterly and wonders how they even expect him to eat with his hands bound. Maybe they just hope for him to break down. Maybe they want to witness him debase himself, to eat on all fours like an animal.
He has no illusions regarding what’s about to happen to him. Last winter, after his long fever finally broke, his father had taken him aside and warned him about the horrors he would endure if people ever found out about what he was. Nicoló never saw his father so terrified in his life, not even a month later, when they received the news about the massive hosts approaching the fort.
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(Anonymously or not XD tell me which of my fics/one shots you wish I would write a sequel to)
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#marbod: and i took that literally (via @stabasoccasionserves) | [insp.]
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