I CAME BACK!!!!!!!!! now my content is hsr)
тгк: TISHA

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I CAME BACK!!!!!!!!! now my content is hsr)
тгк: TISHA
The ‘came back wrong’ trope but they came back no longer able to live in this world and it’s your fault. You forced them to a higher being then dragged them back down, and expected no repercussions? Now they have to suffer knowing they no longer belong anywhere, because you have pushed them beyond anything that should have been done. You have created a monster that doesn’t exist
grian is working on a project for both of them
chip has imposter syndrome
Checking the Wolf 359 timeline to see if I will get a Halloween visit from my favorite ghost in all of literature (Isabel Lovelace). Unfortunately no
My idiot animal, my fool of a creature who only knows how to jump over fences if i pretend that im leaving for ever and ever and she's all alone. Toddler mentality. Brat cat that escapes at night (put all her points in lockpicking) and then cries like its my fault. I love her
The way he was struggling to not rob her house clean of all its furniture
Fic: Lifespan, No Cellmate
Lifespan, No Cellmate (5507 words) by Dr_Amuly Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova Characters: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Starvation
The dungeon stank like piss and damp. Yusuf sighed as he shifted in the manacles, tested their weight, felt the bite of the hard edges into his wrists. They were iron shackles, roughly made but not with any visible weaknesses that Yusuf had seen in the last two days they had been locked up.
Since “they” had been locked up, because unfortunately he was not trapped in this damp hole in solitary. That would have been a blessing, compared to the company he currently kept. “They” included his unkempt, unwashed, uncivilized cellmate.
“Questa cazza segreta-”
Yusuf sniffed, lifting his chin and pointedly not looking at the pile of rags and hair in the corner. He knew at least two of those words, and could string a chain of translations in his head from Ligurian to Latin to Arabic for his best guess at the third. But he refused to think too carefully at it, because if he did that meant he was learning Ligurian, and why ought he learn that heathen’s language, why not the invading hoard learn the language of the land he was in, that he wished to conquer? Why not that, Nicolo di Genova?
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