4 Works by bygoneparamours
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basagani drawings by bygoneparamours
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
18 Sep 2025
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a bunch of basagani drawings that im posting here from tumblr
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i've got a tight grip on reality (but i can't let go of what's infront of me here) by bygoneparamours
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
30 Jun 2025
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Once more, no response, exactly how he needs it to be. To the both of them, they only had each other. One single argument, one tiny mistake and whatever was left between them could fall apart. To make matters worse, his romantic desires for the doctor intensified with each passing day, so might as well rip the bandaid out. Better to leave the truth exposed and forever unacknowledged. That’s how it's always been. Hide, hide, and hide. Hide from the Guardia Sibyl, hide your radical declarations of freedom and liberty, hide your heart, that’s how you survive.
He knows there’s no use in hiding. But light cannot exist without shadow, there can be no truths or half-truths without a lie.
or: the very needed "and there was only one bed fic"
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A strange feeling, love. It could be the catalyst for all of the greatness in the world, or the root of all evil. It could be someone’s reason for living, or their undoing. It can both cradle a heart, or maul it until its blood was smeared all over the walls. It has created both paradises and the most profane incarnations of hell. It was everything and nothing all at once, it was death. For better or for worse, this was not his first time making an acquaintance of death.
Basilio, and his complicated feelings on love, death, and his best friend’s hands.
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All of You, A Verb In Perfect View by bygoneparamours
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
01 Feb 2025
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He knows his work comes first, as reminded by the case files littered on all sides. He can feel his irises straining from the blinding glare, and his body heaving, begging his mind to slow down, but he doesn’t. Yet the mind also has its ways of dredging his line of thought; in the deepest, darkest, crevasses of his mind, an evaded dream finds its way back to him.
Or; Where Isagani fails to keep his desires at bay, and Basilio shows him there's no shame in giving in.