#Yusuf x Nicolò

[pochiperpe90]

Image! 30th Anthology #12 - The Old Guard

[myrioll]

Sun and moon duo

[snipergirl21]

Aaaah! I remember this one! 🥰

Joe picks up a stray creature

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the sketch I made for a lino cut I'm working on, I'm not sure about the colours yet though

also additionally, sth I played around with yesterday:

[krimsnkramsart]

[myrioll]

Here we are again

SUN AND MOON DUO SHOWDOWN - ROUND 2

[blaineseviltwin]

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[pochiperpe90]

don't tell me that part of the story - @negotiumcrucis

Summary: After so many nights of sleeping rough out in the cold, the barn is heavenly.

The hay prickles the skin of Joe’s arms and neck, but it’s blissfully dry and makes a perfect barrier against the hard ground. He may have fallen asleep a little too fast.

He startles awake hours later with the sun peeking through the roof boards, slowly and still dazed from half a dream, to meet the barrel of a shotgun pointed directly at his face.

On the other end of the gun, there’s the most beautiful creature Joe has ever laid his eyes on.

Just a moodboard I did for this beautiful fic written by Dana. Thank you so much for brainstorming this story with me 🥺❤

[linaxart]

we will heal

(both frames under the cut!)

[campgender]

god, this is so lovely. as a result of chronic illness related hair loss, i’ve had a buzzcut for about a year & a half after having previously been growing my hair out, & i’m honestly crying kind of a lot rn. “To think, after all these centuries, there is here in front of him a part of Nicky he has never kissed before.” 🥺🥺🥺

joe’s response, his steady adoration of nicky’s appearance no matter what it is, is so true to the character & reminds me of my own partners in a way that makes me feel impossibly tender. it’s a short piece, but the love just radiates from it.

also, “Joe had so wanted the hoops: so audacious, so piratical.” was so funny & incredibly in character. really grateful to have found this piece!

Prompt: Nicky explains to Joe why he shaved his head.

(You can't have that icon pic and not expect something like this)

1986 and change is in the air. It’s Joe’s job to collect Andy from the airport, navigating their way through past every security checkpoint using only his innate charm and Booker’s frankly atrocious ID forgery.

"What's the terrain?" Andy asks, mouth full of trail mix smuggled over from the States.

"Queer punk scene seems a good place to start," Joe says.

"You'll never get the piercings to pass. You and that earring in Jamaica, remember? 1660s? 70s?"

"How could I forget. Blood everywhere." Joe had so wanted the hoops: so audacious, so piratical. He's still a little bitter about it now. "But Nicky says he's got an idea."

"Bake them something?" Andy might be aiming for sarcastic but Joe can hear the fondness, not to mention interest: she's been away on 'business' for a few weeks now, and has definitely missed Nicky's cooking.

"He said we would see when we got back. I think he's dug up some old leathers from somewhere."

When Joe raps his knuckles against the door in their signature code for Wednesdays, Booker opens it with his eyes wider than normal.

"You okay?" Joe asks, immediately on alert. "Something happened?"

Booker shakes his head. "No, everything's fine. Hey boss."

"Hey yourself. You gonna stand in the doorway the whole afternoon?"

Mutely, Booker moves aside, closing the door with a quiet noise behind them. "He's nearly finished," he says cryptically.

Joe is still a little cautious from Booker's peculiar greeting, but he perks up at the mere mention of Nicky. "Oh yeah? He in the bedroom?"

"Bathroom."

Joe heads that way now that Andy is reunited with Booker, already asking for "some goddamn real liquor, Booker."

At the closed bathroom door, he knocks the special rhythm that's only for him and Nicky.

"Just a second, Joe."

Unusual. Normally Nicky would grant immediate access. But maybe he wants to surprise Joe with something. Joe likes surprises, and Nicky likes to do things that Joe likes.

"I'll be in our room," he says. When he turns to leave, he thinks he can hear the slosh of a razor shaken through water.

Five minutes later, having thoroughly exhausted the ceiling for entertainment, Joe sits up on the bed when he hears the bathroom door open, footsteps treading along the corridor.

"Joe?"

"I'm here."

Nicky turns the corner and Joe's breath stops in his lungs.

"Your hair!"

Nicky's hand lifts to his head, scuffing over the bald scalp. "Yes."

"It's gone!" Redundant to even say it, but Joe can't think of a time in nearly a thousand years where Nicky has ever been hairless. And for these past two decades, Joe has been the lucky beneficiary of the floppy-haired styles of the hippies, has spent days of his life carding his fingers through Nicky's long locks.

Nicky sits beside Joe on the bed, hands in his lap. He still has the moustache, bizarrely; it lends him a serious, almost sinister air.

Until, of course, he smiles the special smile that's just for Joe, like he is fondly enamoured of whatever Joe is doing right now.

Right now, he is staring. He can't help it.

"I know it's a big adjustment," Nicky says, skating his palm over his head again, "but it's just until we are integrated. It will grow back again quick enough."

Curious, Joe lifts his hand, rests it on the vulnerable dome of Nicky's shorn head. It's white almost like bone, which makes his spine shiver, but when he strokes his hand down to Nicky's neck, it makes a pleasant rasping sound that reminds him of sweaty nights, Nicky feasting on Joe under the sheets, hours spent writhing under his stubbled mouth.

Joe tugs Nicky in closer, raises his head so he can kiss the new skin. To think, after all these centuries, there is here in front of him a part of Nicky he has never kissed before.

When his eyes drop to Nicky's face, Nicky reads him like the open book he is, and grins amused. "Or I can keep it short, if you prefer."

How lucky Joe is, to be the beneficiary of Berlin's blossoming punk scene.

I'm sleep-deprived. Prompt me!

[zairaalbereo]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️Happy Pride! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[superkitty21]

There's nothing more dangerous than rewatching a movie you used to be hyper-fixated on. I watched The Old Guard for the first time in years and now I'm reading first hand accounts of the Crusades and skimming wikis about Muslim raids on the Genoese coastline in the 11th century.

All this just for a more accurate mental picture of my otps meet cute

[moxiebustion]

Cursed Old Guard fic idea:

Yusuf ibn Ibrahim ibn Mohammed al-Kaysani.

Died: First Crusades, Ramadan 492, c. 1099

Born: Hijiri Reckoning Safar 473, Gregorian Reckoning 1080

Age: 19

Nicolo di Genova.

Died: First Crusade, Year of Our Lord 1099, July

Born: Gregorian Reckoning, December, Year of our Lord 1082

Age: 16

Notes:

Joe was travelling with his uncle, apprenticed in the family trade, when Jerusalem falls. Joe stays because he's young and hot headed and up for a little derring-do. He very quickly learns a valuable and painful lesson about how wars are.

Nicky gets dragged along with his pious and tyrannical father on the People's Crusade after di Genova Senior loses his wife and he essentially goes off the deep end, which meant Nicky spent about three years on the road and starving for most of it as their ill-quipped band of zealots learn very hard lessons about the effectiveness of prayer as it pertains to things like logistics and supply lines

Joe's beloved uncle is slaughtered. Nicky kind of lost his father to his grief first but he was also killed by the defenders, so both of them hate each other the way only grieving teenagers can hate

It takes them a long time to realize they can't die. Like an astonishing ridiculous level of self-delusion, because young men always think they're immortal anyway

They end up travelling together, although bloodshed ensues for Quite Some Time, because Joe's an impetuous hothead and Nicky's a self-righteous zealot and they're both grieving and don't want to admit it

Teenage Hormones Get Them In The End

Nicky's goddamn lucky he hit an early growth spurt or he'd be in high school until the end of time. As it stands, the very second legal minimum drinking age was established in public houses, he got carded and this trend has continued non-stop to this day

Joe can actually grow a full beard. He lords this over Nicky, who can barely manage one if he puts a lot of effort and time into it (he still gets carded)

Bad Guys are Extremely Weirded Out by this Childhood Sweetheart Teenage Murder Couple

Meanwhile, Andy and Quynh find out that their baby immortals are Actual Babies

Centuries of teenage horniness and melodrama are to come.

Quynh cackles. Andy weeps.

[snipergirl21]

Aww, Joe's cheerful, sunny smile! 🥰

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[normal-thoughts-official]

"Gay people are sun and moon coded" actually just statistical error. Gay people are not sun and moon coded. Gay Joe And Nicky, who have spent 900 years comparing each other to the sun and moon in vans full of armored enemies, are an outlier and should not have been counted

(Psst. Vote Joe and Nicky for most sunmoon coded duo)

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I redrew of one of the panels (or at least part of it) from tales through time

here it is without the speech bubble:

and the original panel: