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#the old guard#joenicky#immortal husbands#kaysanova#tog#yusuf al kaysani#nicolò di genova#digital art#accessible art#fanart#artists on tumblr#clip studio paint#and with this less-than-stellar piece i'm here to tell you#that i've started a new job and it's super busy so while i have#some pieces done and drafted i'll probably be posting less#but you know i'm making money doing what i actually studied for so!!! good news actually#kiinda hate how this one turned out but wtvvvvvv
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in my head nile expects nicky to be a Coffee Purist™ but then the first time they go to a coffee shop for whatever reason nicky orders the most sugar loaded brightly colored barely even coffee drink he can get and nile just kinda stands there with her americano blinking at him
#neon has thoughts#nicky's a big fan of pumpkin spice i think. so is joe#my personal non-jokey Tog Food Thesis is that sometimes theyre picky about things to be funny (especially around nile) and they have things#they prefer but at the end of the day they just enjoy how much easier it is to get and how readily available different ingredients are#like my Joenicky Food Thesis™ is joe likes lavender ice cream and nicky likes stew but#i think all of them love trying different stuff especially if its just. Weird. or something they wouldn't have been able to get in their#first life. anyway this started as a stupid coffee post and turned into Character Stuff but the point still stands
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crusades era joenicky recs
dana asked me to make a crusades era joenicky fic rec list when I mentioned how much I loved them so that no one would rec me what I had already read, so here you go (apologies, I can’t get the read more to work)
The Stiff Heart
I ALWAYS love dana’s fics and it was just by chance that hers was the first one that popped up in my search. This has them having already established a truce and working together to find ‘the dream women’, but it has such a lovely build up to when they get together, sprinkled with plenty of UST and world building as they learn more about each other and dashes of them coming together to a truce.
The Favored Son(s)
Crusade era Yusuf and Nicolo are transported to current time and the boys, Joe in particular, have a hard time reconciling who they were with the love they now share. It’s like having a slow burn, but your OTP is already there and happy together at the same time. Lots of Joe doting, which is always a bonus, and the other two learning about each other and overcoming their past.
The Land of Turquoise
The immortals dream of each other when the universe has decreed that they are not close enough to one another. Joe and Nicky start dreaming of each other a month and a half into their truce, when they are sleeping side-by-side every night in the desert. How much closer can they be?
Honestly, I can’t sum it up better than the actual summary. So much UST and trust building!!!
Ardeo In Te
Omegaverse and soulmates? My fucking JAM
Djinn’s Eyes
Man, this fucking fic. It’s so good, has so much build up and world building, learning to overcome preconceived notions and find love. I can’t even find the words, it’s such a wonderful fic.
Lessons Exquisitely Crafted
Yusuf goes home, leaving Nicolo behind, but he can’t shake him off because these are dumbasses who are meant to be together. It takes time for them to come back together, but they do, because they’re destiny.
The Weight of Fear
mpreg fic, where they have a night of passion and then Yusuf runs away, only to learn that Nicolo is pregnant once the girls find him to kick his ass. I love the story, how Nicky’s anxieties are written, how much Joe is stressed once he finds out that he accidentally knocked him up.
Heavy with the Weight of Who We Are
Yusuf can’t shake Nicolo, no matter how hard he tries, so they’re stuck together, learning each others languages and trying to figure out how to work together despite their differences.
Beginnings, Middles, Ends
Wind_Ryder did an amazing job with this series! It showcases how PTSD can affect a person, what having someone who cares about you can do to help you heal, and wraps it up by showing that somethings don’t just magically disappear over time.
Pistachios and Rosewater
The food alone makes reading this fic worth it, all of it looks delicious and it’s worked into the story so well, showing the progress of time and how cooking can mean love.
Holiest Among The Living
This actually has very little joenicky, but I had to include it because it shows Nicolo’s journey to understanding everything he thought was true, isn’t, and that even people you thought were good can disregard others just because they’re a different color/religion/etc
O Jerusalem
Has selective mute Nicky in it, because PTSD is a serious thing, and soft Yusuf caring enough about the man who killed him to not leave him abandoned in Jerusalem. This is definitely a story about kindness and healing.
Death is Just a Beginning
Plenty of hate and anger, and not all at each other. Includes Nicolo being found out for having revived and Yusuf saving him, but the road is paved with plenty of fighting before they find their footing and destiny.
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I hope you're still doing the prompts, and that this one inspires you :) JoeNicky, of course <3
"Ugh, you're so annoying! I hate you!"
Nicky's face fell and all of the fight left him as suddenly as it had come on. "Well, that's too bad, because I love you," he choked out.
'Ugh, you're so annoying! I hate you!'
Nicky's face fell and all of the fight left him as suddenly as it had come on. 'Well, that's too bad, because I love you,' he choked out.
It took him a moment to realise exactly what he'd said. Joe's comically shocked face helped.
'You love me.' Joe said, flat and emotionless.
Nicky didn't reply. Couldn't. He felt a muscle flex in his jaw and knew Joe could see it, but if that's how Joe really felt then his expressions would be all Nicky would give him.
'This is how you show love?' Joe continued, his own jaw tight. He'd been growing some scruff recently, around his chin and cheeks, and he'd been so proud to finally have a beard. Nicky had been happy for him, had teased him about it. Had wished he could feel it against his own skin. 'Annoying someone until they want to strangle you?'
Nicky flinched, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat to hide how they'd started to shake.
'I thought we were friends,' Nicky croaked. 'You tease me, too.'
'We've been enemies for years!' cried Joe, throwing his hands up. 'You compete with me over everything!'
This was awful. The worst Nicky had ever felt.
'I thought—' his voice broke, as it always did in the worst moments, going high and tight. 'I thought… your enemy? Really? I thought we were… friends. Peers. I thought we made each other work harder.' He swallowed hard, staring down at his feet and wishing the world would swallow him whole. 'I thought that was the point.'
'Nicky,' said Joe, soft and full of pity, his eyes shining the way they always did when he saw someone else get upset.
Abruptly, the humiliation of it all was just too much. Nicky scrubbed the back of his wrist hard over his eyes and backed away.
'That's fine,' said Nicky, rough and choked. 'I get it. I won't annoy you anymore. Just forget it.'
'Nicky,' said Joe again, starting to reach for him, but Nicky was too far away now.
'Good luck at Julliard, Joe.' Nicky said as he turned away. There was half a year to go before either of them would be leaving, but he wouldn't be going anywhere near Joe again if he could avoid it.
(He could avoid it easily. They were on different course schedules. He should have noticed it was always him going out of his way to find Joe.)
'I'm sorry, Nicky,' said Joe quietly from behind him.
Nicky didn't look back.
(sorry, you got the rivals to enemies part of a childhood rivals to enemies to adult friends to lovers au)
I'm literally always taking first line prompts
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I am curious about the fic starting "the bar is not as crowded as Joe expected it to be...", can you tell more about it?
Hi nonnie!! Thank you for the ask 🥰
So this one is a JoeNicky fic inspired by Got Me Good by DNCE bc "But you left with the sun / On some kind of mission / I gave you a meal / You left me with dishes" just really stuck me lol
The concept is a canon divergence spanning quite a few years where Joe and Nicky failed to stick together after their first death. Nicky met Andy and Quỳnh but Joe kept on wandering alone. Joe and Nicky (re)meet in 1970s Malta and sleep together, it's an instant connection but Nicky gets called away the next morning (hence the song). The rest of the gang is actually searching for Joe but have no way to locate him and have little to no idea who and what he looks like.
(I'm still trying to figure out how Booker met him, and if I want Nile's arrival to be what brings Joe into the fold or if it happens before, if the betrayal happens, how evident do I wanna make it that they're all immortal, if there's an overall bigger plot, how the truth is revealed, if I want them to have met before on a few occasions, and a whole lot other stuff 😅)
Here's an expert if you wanna check it out!
The bar is a hole in the wall as these are likely to be. There are posters against imperialism, communism and capitalism, explicit scenes and sexual safety tips. He’s been here before a couple times and the staff no longer regards him with distrust. There’s the bartender with half a shave. A tall woman chatting with a friend, the fairy lights on the ceiling that make Joe feel a little silly. The unfamiliar music on the speakers and the low hum of chatter. The crowd varies little on such a small island but Carnival is approaching so the tourists are starting to come in and new faces are finding their way into the chairs.
Joe takes a sip of his drink and breathes in deep, lets it out in a gust.
“Tough week?” a voice asks him from the side.
Joe turns on reflex and finds a man leaning against the bar next to him. The bartender slides him a drink just then and he pays generously with cash. Joe admires his timing, after he admires his roman nose, long hair, mediterranean sea eyes and wide shoulders under his leather jacket.
The man lets him look and looks right back.
Joe’s mind finally descends from its limbo in sync with his eyes sweeping down the line of the man’s body.
“It’s still Thursday,” he relays his latest finding.
The man cocks his head to the side and takes a sip of his drink.
“Is it? I was convinced it was already Friday.” He doesn’t look very disappointed at the news.
“So did I but alas.” He waves his drink, the orange liquid swirling inside it. “Explains why this place is so deserted.”
The man quirks his lips into a small smile, like he’s about to impart a secret or a private joke. He leans forward and Joe imitates him, hooked and reeled in by an arrow from his cupid bow lips.
“I think this place has just the right people.” And there go his eyes again sweeping down Joe’s body, which is starting to remember why it’s here.
There’s no better way to come down from an artistic haze than to get laid thoroughly in Joe’s book. There are certainly easier ways, gentler ones, slower ones, but they’re not as... enjoyable.
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So, if anyone wants to lend me their ear for brainstorming and feedback on this one 👀 wouldn't mind it one bit 😊
#i think what im gonna end up doing is smashing like 4 different concepts for fics and 27 hc i have together#and see how that works out#I'm attached to it by now lol#thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble!!#asks#annon#my writing#the old guard#kaysanova#joenicky#tog fic#tog
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Wren’s Concept Box
i always have a thousand ideas for different fics in my head, so this is where i keep track of them! since these are just ideas i’m throwing around, you’re also welcome to take them for yourself, as long as you tell me so i can go see it and hype you up!!
my current wips generally take priority, but i’m always down to just chat about everything here. i’m also a rlly big pushover and easily convinced to write things, lol, so do with that what you will. obligatory disclaimer that there’s no guarantee i’ll write anything here, and if i stop being interested in a concept i’ll delete it.
Upcoming Fics
these fics are almost certainly going to be written eventually bc they’re connected to current wips/completed fics, i just haven’t gotten to start them yet.
three of swords- power of three rewrite following my other rewrite fics. main changes: three are born in windclan, sol actually has a purpose, and their powers have been…reimagined. also hollyleaf has a power.
sign of the four- omen of the stars rewrite. main changes: dovewing is the fourth cat, not firestar. other changes TBD.
hold my hand (i’ll lead you through)- working title, third installment in the emetophobic!adam verse, but WAY fluffier than the others. more montage/character study style of the gangsey helping adam.
Other Ideas
everything not 90% guaranteed. ordered alphabetically by fandom, and in no particular order after that. a few have titles, most don’t.
BNHA
there’s beauty in the bleeding (at least you feel something)- touch-starved!todoroki who doesn’t know how to get touch except via sparring. eventually some?? people?? figure it out and there is fluff
snowed in- huddling for warmth/mission gone wrong bkdk with todoroki third wheeling, and potential ot3?
only time we’ve held hands (i threw a punch and you caught it)- the title is the concept i just Like It. definitely bkdk, maybe…soulmark fic? idk.
dabihawks old guard au- i wrote in this universe for whumptober and had a lot of fun, so i’m definitely down to write a full longfic with it at some point. when i have fewer longfics in progress lol.
The Old Guard
joenicky character study- them through the ages. for the express purpose of writing their final death bc i have Thoughts and Opinions on it but i don’t just want to write it by itself, yknow?
The Raven Cycle
gansey and the ship of theseus- the world needs more gansey angst! i imagine my guy has weird feelings about being resurrected twice. sarchengsey roadtrip era
pynch & possession- just adam post That Scene at the end of the raven king hating himself/being terrified bc he hurt ronan
cambridge, take two- a different version of ronan going to harvard in cdth, with no murder crabs but still angst. honestly i don’t remember what i thought with this and my notes have like no details but i’m intrigued.
soulmarks- au where people get to choose soulmates, and they can be unrequited. once you choose someone, a mark appears on the first place they touched you, like a tattoo, that represents them. if they choose you back, same thing. ik that destroys the idea of soulmates but i like the idea of the gangsey choosing to be bound to each other.
pynch mind reading- after cabeswater possesses adam, either he can hear ronan’s thoughts or ronan can hear adam’s, or both. then they fall in love, or something.
genderbent pynch- no thoughts i just rlly like lesbians. girl!ronan owns my entire soul.
Six of Crows
character studies- thats all, just. getting in their heads. a little series. i have a nina one i wrote for a friend as a gift but that was like two years ago and i’m afraid to check if it holds up. but i like doing them.
Warriors
mosskit lives au- i had this idea ages ago where mosskit survives and somehow manages to reach bloodclan? and becomes it’s leader instead of scourge? idk about the logic there. but they (they’re nonbinary to me) are obsessed with revenge on bluestar and become the Actual big bad of tpb, pulling the strings on everything.
swiftgorse- i was introduced to swiftpaw/gorsepaw and idk what i’d do with it but i’m very interested
Welcome to Night Vale
ripping at the seams- cecil finally cracks under the pressure of being night vale’s voice. the “stuck in my booth, only able to narrate and not to help” quote inspired this.
carlos 113 aftermath- i have a note about carlos learning about the events of 113 and freaking out but i don’t fully remember that episode or my thought process. i’m still intrigued.
#fic inspo#fanfiction#warrior cats#bnha#the raven cycle#six of crows#welcome to night vale#the old guard#i swear i have more ideas but my brains a little bit mushy#oh well i’ll update as things come to me
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Early days Yusuf and Niccolò, some two decades in, experiencing the fastest (and yet slowest) and most intense courtship the world has ever seen.
Bonus:
#tog#the old guard#kaysanova#joenicky#nicolo di genova#yusuf al kaysani#andromache the scythian#quynh the old guard#i started making this#had a breakdown#boneappleteeth#fanart#i only made this joke because i woke up in bed in cold sweat#thinking about yusuf pressing nickys hand to his heart#to show how moved he is#and nicky just bluescreening because#tiddy big
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How I've been waiting for it
do you remember winding your arm around my shoulder as we wandered round the hill? // gone, you're with me then gone, then gone // it's so hard to find, it takes a certain place, a certain time // wish you could stay here forever, safe from this bad world // let me be the one, let me care for you // believe me, it is true, you know that i would jump too // and i don't care what it takes, just me and you // it's only you i'm living for // i know that you'll always be my happy ending, my happy ending
[wwx]
#wangxian#lan wangji#lan zhan#hanguang jun#the untamed#cql#chen qing ling#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#yes. i am FULLY aware of how over the top cheesy 'let me carry you' is#but all my brain could scream at me as soon as i started working on this was 'HEY REMEMBER THAT ONE SONG FROM AGNES' DEBUT ALBUM FROM 2005'#also this is really just. a complimentary one to wwx's one. it really doesn't make much sense unless you listen to that one first#title from 'in the mood' by skott because we need to TALK ABOUT skott and wangxian#also it just now hit me that i think i used the exact same font for the joenicky playlist sajbkdsak#WHAT DID I TELL YOU. ABSOLUTELY ZERO MOTIVATION. LET ME LIVE!!!!! LET ME DIE!!!!!!!!!!!#fanmix
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For once I’m not here to talk about JoeNicky poetry,, instead I would like to contribute my own though to autistic Nicky (as a autistic person) his clothing. Slightly questionable and a bit ugly but definitely a comfort to him because its very plain and simple and doesn’t stress him out before the day starts. Just wakes up and puts on that very plain outfit because it doesn’t require a big decision and he feels safe in it.
ive thought abt that too! nicky's the only one who (routinely) wears shirts loose enough to ruck up during fight scenes, which seems... strategically undesirable
i wonder how much thought they put into nicky's wardrobe-- i mean, we see in the hair & makeup video that gina posted that they changed some of nicky's outfits thru the process so there was definitely some thought there beyond 'just slap some clothes on the men'. i mean in the baklava scene joe and nicky are wearing the same outfit, and yet nicky's button up is so much looser than joe's, and in the train scene, theyre both wearing jeans and a tee but nickys is Notably looser than joes (and book and andys, tho theyre wearing jackets so its a bit harder to tell)
the only tight stuff we see him wear is his kill floor outfit, but thats obviously armor. he likes the cozy!
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more joenicky lupin au because i had to exorcise a brain worm. major spoilers for lupin s3 below the cut if you care about that sort of thing
The thing is, Nicky wasn't even supposed to be there. He wasn't supposed to even know that something was going to happen today, but Andy had needed his input, because even if she'd taken him off the case she'd admitted nobody else could work out Joe's next move as quickly as Nicky can. So he knew, and then the news had broken and the whole country knew.
It gave him cover to join the crowd, all chanting Joe's name like some kind of modern folk hero, and Nicky couldn't deny the wild, almost giddy energy of the crowd as they'd all waited for a sign. Couldn't fight his own smile when the alarm had gone off only a few minutes after the time Joe had declared in the letter he'd sent. Because of course it had. Because even if he'd broadcasted the exact time and date of the heist he'd manage to pull it off.
Then they'd led him out in handcuffs, and Nicky's first reaction had been shock, because nobody - nobody, not even Andy - could catch Joe.
But then Joe had caught Nicky's eye, and winked, and Nicky had known. And he hadn't said anything, because he wasn't supposed to be there, until.
Andy's the one who calls him, and he doesn't know why. She must know he's here, must know he couldn't have stayed away, and so she calls him.
"Ambulance picked someone up a few minutes ago," she says in Italian, matter-of-fact as always. It's one of Nicky's favourite things about her, and oddly comforting as the dread starts to sink in before she even says the next words. "He fell from the roof trying to get away from the snipers."
Nicky almost laughs in pure disbelief, because Joe - Joe doesn't fall, wouldn't. It's not possible. Nicky is certain of it the way he is certain of the sun rising.
"Are you sure-" he begins.
"It's him," Andy says, cutting him off. "They’re en route to the hospital."
"What do you-"
"What you do is up to you. But I'm on my way to the hospital now to confirm."
There is only one possible choice, for Nicky.
They wave him through to the morgue when he gives his name, and Andy doesn't even look surprised to see him, leaning against the wall like she was waiting, a few other members of her team with her. "The doctor's in there now."
"Is there anyone else in there?" Nicky asks, because this must be part of the plan, there must be some clever switch taking place behind those doors and Joe will walk out unscathed.
He always does.
Andy shakes her head. "She's an old friend. I trust her."
Nicky wants to -
He finds an empty chair and falls into it, pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. They don't have to wait long. The doctor calls them in only a few moments later.
His eyes are closed, is the first thing Nicky thinks, with a wild sense of relief. He's not sure he could bear seeing Joe's eyes cold and sightless. Even with them closed, he's not sure he can bear it.
"So?" Andy asks.
The doctor rattles off a rapid-fire list of medical terms Nicky can't make himself focus on, unable to take his eyes off the - Joe's - body, trying to see where the imperfection lies, where the clue is that will mark this out as a fake, a dummy maybe, or perhaps the very faint sign of Joe still breathing, waiting for them to leave to make his escape -
"No vital signs were detected when he arrived," the doctor says, and only then does Nicky look up.
"Are you sure?" he says.
He can tell Andy's looking at him, but he doesn't see her expression. Maybe she's annoyed, or maybe it's that look that tells him she knows exactly how complicated this case is for Nicky. He can't bring himself to care - he needs to know. This cannot be real, even if he hasn't figured out how Joe could have done it yet.
The doctor doesn't scoff at him, nor does she seem annoyed. Instead, she hands him her stethoscope. "You can see for yourself, if you like."
Everyone in the room is looking at him now. He takes it. Draws closer to the table.
Joe doesn't move. If there is a clever trick to this, Nicky cannot find it: suddenly he's not sure he can stand to be in the room anymore. Certainly he cannot make himself look at the body, cannot bring himself to touch it, to check if Joe really is dead, if this body really is the thief Nicky could not help but fall a little bit in love with.
Nicky lowers the stethoscope. "I am - I am not a doctor," he hears himself say. "I apologise."
The doctor takes her stethoscope, and then there is a hand on the small of Nicky's back - Andy, steering him away.
"Nicolò," she says, and only that.
"This isn't right," Nicky says in Italian. "Andy. It doesn't end this way. This isn't how it happens."
"But it is happening," Andy says.
Nicky shakes his head. "I haven't - I haven't seen it yet, but there must be something-"
"Nicky," Andy says, and her voice is so unbearably gentle. "Take the day off tomorrow."
Nicky looks up at her. "I'm not-"
"Yes, you are. Go home, and don't come in tomorrow. I mean it."
Nicky doesn't have it in him to protest. And so he goes home, to an apartment that is too quiet, and leaves the news on until well into the early morning, waiting for the story to break. It does, eventually. When it does, he turns it off.
The next day passes, and he doesn't go into work just like Andy had told him to, spends the day cleaning his apartment just to have something to do with his hands. Then the next day comes, and he returns to the office, and Andy greets him like nothing's happened, and the world continues to spin on.
And then.
Then there's the message in the newspaper, addressed to Nico, and nobody calls him that except -
Except -
Nicky smiles as the world rights itself again.
#neon writes#the old guard#kaysanova#look if this is not good it's because it's almost midnight and i need to go to sleep. so. let this be my gift to you all good night#also i think i made up the bit about the newspaper ad. but i wanted this to not end sadly as a standalone#so. yeah#very very tired not sure this is coherent. but Yeah this brought to you by me thinking for too long about that scene#lupin au#ave i owe you forever. for the Brain Worms i have over this au
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Sorry for churning out another self-indulgent AU that will take me forever to work on, but I'm obsessed with the concept of a destiel enemies-to-lovers logician AU. (Yes I already have a joenicky/kaysanova version of this and frankly I don't care lol)
LISTEN. I know it's more popular to put Dean in professions that get his hands involved (mechanic, baker, etc.) rather than very conceptual/academic professions BUT. Dean would absolutely love the elegant simplicity of formal logic.
Easy, guaranteed, and clear-cut answers that you get out of following simple rules? Dean would LOVE that after having such a difficult and complicated life.
I think Dean would specialize in the large family of modal logics, specifically deontic logic—the logic of obligations. Dean "miserable pile of familial obligations" would unfortunately enjoy this field. (No, he won't be an ethicist because he has fucked up ethics; moral philosophy won't fix him. Maybe some therapy and gay sex will.)
Castiel, on the other hand, is a logician/theologian/metaphysicist. He went to college for a religious studies degree but it turns out he likes the application of logic in God-talk more than the God-talk itself, so he switched specializations. He's one of the leading scholars in process theology, liberation theology, and the controversies surrounding S5 modal logics and the modal ontological argument.
So. Dean and Cas are both modal logicians with different specializations. Here's what happens:
They both have presentations for a logic conference the next day, so they go to a bar to unwind and maybe get laid.
They meet, have a one-night stand, and part ways.
Turns out they're both attending the same conference. They're not fully convinced with each other's ideas. Their playful bickering in the snacks table eventually devolves into a full-on fight. Someone has to physically restrain them.
Their rivalry eventually gets notorious in academic circles. They perform "academic fistfights" by constantly writing critical response papers to each other's works. There's wikipedia articles documenting their extensive history of flirt-fighting and the surprising amount of new literature written because of their public feud.
To be clear, they're not writing garbage work just to dunk on each other. They're genuinely contributing to the academic discourse. But if you look at their bibliography of works, the staggering amount of stuff they've written about or in response to the other is...alarming.
Absolutely no one discourages their fights because (1) it's entertaining and (2) it's producing a godawful amount of insightful literature. There's bets about when they're going to fuck it out (because no one knows about their one-night stand except maybe Sam, who finds this entire thing stupid but amusing).
One time, they get drunk in an afterparty. Cue some aggressive and very homoerotic banter. This eventually devolves into an elaborate game of gay chicken. Whoever gives up first must write an article where they support the thesis of the other.
They're both "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" at each other. They constantly flirt and seduce one another, waiting for the other one to finally give in. They do this in conferences as well.
Fellow logicians almost prefer the shouting and near fist-fights over their very inappropriate flirty banter in public. No one dares ban them in events because (1) again, they're entertaining, and (2) they're big-name academics.
Since they're both fucking competitive, they constantly try to one-up each other. They ask each other to go out in dates and stuff. Eventually, they start to genuinely learn things about each other and go "huh. You're not so bad after all."
When they first collaborate and publish their joint work, everyone loses their mind. Are they friends now? Did they finally fuck? Both of them find the reactions very amusing.
Eventually, they start hanging out outside of their competitive dates and simply as friends. They still haven't kissed or fucked ever since. When they first both realize that they're falling in love, they're like: "Shit."
Unfortunately, they're in too deep. These bastards are too prideful to be the one to admit their feelings. Both Dean and Cas talk to their brothers about this. They're both told how stupid they are.
This all comes to a head when Cas finally gives in and fucks Dean. Cas is about to confess his feelings when Dean starts chuckling.
"What's so funny?" Cas asks. "Well, I mean. Guess I should expect that article soon, right?" Dean says in an attempt to hide his fears with playful banter. Cas squints at him. "What article?"
Dean stammers in response. "I–you know? The bet we made? The bet that started it all? That's... that's what this is all about, right?"
Cas' face shuts off, devoid of emotion. "Right. Yes. Why don't you leave now so I can start writing that, hmm?" The smile on his face is big, but Dean knows it's fake and wrong.
"Cas, wait—" "DEAN. Please. Leave my apartment." Reluctantly, Dean dresses up for his walk of shame, leaving the apartment.
The next morning, the article comes out. It's short and not written very well. Everyone is confused about the sudden drop in quality.
They stop writing response works to each other, which alerts the entire academic community. They also visibly avoid each other in conferences now. Their fellow academics take it back: they would prefer the insufferably horny flirting over this cold, silent treatment. Everyone feels the tension and it's not as lively anymore.
Cas is miserable because he thinks his feelings are unrequited. Dean feels miserable because Cas has since stopped replying to his texts and calls.
In his last-ditch attempt to get through Cas, Dean writes a celebratory primer, summarizing Cas' entire bibliography and important contributions to the field throughout his entire career. Interspersed in the writing are personal reflections on Cas' character as a thinker and a person, as well as little in-jokes meant only for Cas' eyes. It's the most sappy and gayass bibliographic summary ever written.
Cas, of course, reads this and understands the intent behind it. He finally calls Dean, they meet, they hash things out, admit their feelings, and finally kiss. Yada yada happy ending
Later on, when they finally publish their first joint work as a married couple, everyone loses their minds. Again.
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joenicky + 25 from that prompt list?? <33 (I can _see_ Nicky with his arm in the machine)
25 - my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this.
'I know exactly what I'm doing, Nile,' Nicky says placidly, seemingly entirely oblivious to the claw-machine he's wearing like an epaulette.
'And that would be...?'
Nicky somehow manages to look at her like she's the silly one here, even though he's very much stuck inside a machine filled with stuffed Pokémon and candy.
'Joe likes the red one,' says Nicky, like that explains anything.
'The red one?'
'The red one,' Nicky says again, nodding and pointing awkwardly at the mass of stuffed toys. The pile is mostly pikachu, but scattered throughout there's the odd charmander and bulbasaur. Possibly all the squirtles have already been won. Possibly whoever filled it just didn't see the point in buying more than three different kinds of Pokémon.
'Is winning it the proper way too pedestrian for you or something?'
Nicky frowns up at her. He shifts his shoulders again, but Nile can't tell if he's trying to free himself or reach deeper into the machine.
'These machines are rigged,' Nicky says, which isn't untrue but also isn't what Nile expected. 'I begrudge paying for a flawed chance.'
'So you decided to cheat?'
'It's not cheating--'
'My heart!' Joe interrupts, rounding the aisle of Mario Kart machines that separates the claw games from the rest of the arcade. It's poor planning on the arcade's part, it works as very effective cover between where Nicky's kneeling on the floor and the bored teenager at the help desk. 'My heart, where are you--oh! There you are, hello darling, Nile.'
Joe greets them, as he always does, like he hasn't seen them in an age. Nile accepts his kiss on her cheek with grace and tries very hard not to laugh when he bends over to kiss Nicky without a single question. Nicky, unsurprisingly, tilts his face up with open delight to kiss Joe in return.
'Are you starting a new fashion, my love?' Joe asks as he straightens up. His hand lingers on Nicky's cheek, and Nile scoffs affectionately at them. Anyone would think they were newlyweds and not the oldest couple in history.
'A new fashion?' Nicky's hand looks like some pale sea creature under the brightly coloured lights of the claw machine, sticking up through the trap the way it is.
'I suppose not,' Joe laughs, 'Broad as your shoulders are my heart even you could not carry that around with you for too long. What are you--oh.' Joe pauses, peering in at the pile of toys. 'Were you trying to steal me a teddy?'
'Not steal,' Nicky says, cross. 'I would have paid a reasonable sum for it.'
'Of course,' Joe nods, very seriously. He looks at Nile from the corner of his eye and Nile has to bite her lip to keep from laughing at Nicky. 'How about you come out of there though and we'll just play the game together. I'll win you a bulbasaur, and they can be friends.'
'I-,' Nicky begins, starting to rise, before he stops with an odd look on his face. Nile and Joe look on as he bends his elbow this way and that, and pulls carefully away from the machine.
His arm doesn't come out.
'I... ah.'
Nile presses the side of her fist to her mouth and tries even harder not to laugh.
'Are you stuck, light of my eyes?' says Joe, shit-eating grin firmly written across his face, and Nile loses the fight entirely.
'I will remember this the next time I wish to do something romantic for you, dawn of my days,' Nicky says, barely audible beneath Nile and Joe's laughter.
'You do something romantic for me every day,' Joe chuckles. 'You'll remember this next time I ask you to close the curtains once we're both in bed, and you know it.'
Nicky glares at them, and Nile struggles to breathe.
'Let's get you out of there,' says Joe, getting down on his knees. He's still grinning. Nicky's glare gets more ferocious. 'The sooner you're free the sooner you can plot your revenge and I can win a sleeping charmander to keep me company when you leave me.'
the prompts, if you want to suggest one
(don't suggest the glasses one please i'm working on that one already)
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Sometimes you just gotta get your silly little notebook out, with your silly little pen and write down your silly little tasks before you go berserk and start biting chunks out of people 😊
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watching the return of the low rise pants and subsequent return to extremely skinny body standards
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Copley says "they save someone, one two generations later we reap the benefits" and then pledges to help them with their work....
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Early days Joenicky, halfway through the enemies-to-lovers pipeline...
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top 5 fav fanfics
oh my god top five is so hard idk how to pick my favorites? all of these are tarlos fics because i literally only read tarlos these days ✨🤍
1. soapy dishwater drips by @iboatedhere
2. when the sun came up you were looking at me by liminalmemories
3. take me back to the start by @bellakitse
4. you stole the air right out of my lungs by @ravens-words
5. in paper rings by @kiras-sunshine
6. i am not what you planned by @marjansmarwani
7. let’s fall in love for the night by @reyescarlos
i picked more than 5 but shhh
i love all of these so much!!!
bonus three that aren’t tarlos? if you care?
1. sono qui by mottlemoth (this is a joenicky fic and honestly always makes me cry)
2. organ noise by magicforestboy (my absolute favorite pynch fic of all time)
3. keep your eyes on the road by @evanbucxley (one of my absolute favorite buddie fics ever)
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i ADORE your joenicky content! your 'do u like bad boys' comic for a moment reminded me of joenicky at the hotel, and joe having a wholebodylaugh at nicky's expense. a part of me thinks that joe's loving, bright nature leads him to find humor/silver linings. nicky could be arguing with him, going on a dramatic tangent and joe just starts to laugh and nickys stares off like he's on the office, 'i swore to never kill joe again. job was tested. give me strength" but he does love him terribly
thank you nonnie!!
lmao just thinking about the implications of being together for 900+ years.... you know how sometimes older couples (and here i am absolutely including my own darling grandparents) can pick up an argument that they’ve clearly had about a gazillion times and neither of them really remember how or when or where it started? that’s exactly how i imagine the two of them being
but also because they’ve been together for a literal millennia there’s also like. not much they haven’t seen, good or bad, from each other and they know that even when they’re the most annoyed at each other (because they’re still human, these things happen) in the grand scheme of things? the arguments mean nothing at all. sometimes the arguments even become kind of like inside jokes to them, small memories they bring up mostly to tease the other, the original heat or sting of them removed by time and unchanging love
like nile will pick up some potatoes because nicky talked about making batata harra and when she returns nicky offhandedly goes ‘huh. what do you know, an entire bag of potatoes. there must be, i don’t know, several potatoes in here’ and before nile can ask him what he means joe, sitting by the window, immediately responds ‘you didn’t specify how many you wanted!’ and nicky is like ‘who buys a potato, yusuf? oh look, chocolate biscuits’ and just like that the argument is over again
(nile, feeling vaguely like she’s just been witness to some kind of. drive by argument, later finds out that said potato incident happened 108 years ago and will inevitably be reenacted at a later potato-related date. also, that she agrees with nicky, what kind of weirdo buys ONE potato?? joe, honestly)
#oops this got out of hand#asks#tog#the old guard#joenicky#nicolo di genova#yusuf al kaysani#kaysanova#Anonymous
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