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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolo di Genova Characters: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolo di Genova Additional Tags: Fanfiction, Romance, Sweet Summary:

A dark room? Check. Rain? Check. Two adorable, incurable romantics? Absolutely. Nicky can't sleep, he doesn't know why nor does he care, but Joe cares. And if Nicky isn't going to sleep, well then they’re going to make the best of it.

I’m shamelessly in love with their story and The Old Guard, take my fanfic (wowow i haven’t wrote fanfic for anything in yearrsss)

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Writober/Fictober 2020

Combo Fictober/Writober I couldn’t find many lists so I made one of my own. I switched genders and tense around at random, so obviously feel free to do whatever you like for those. They’re in a totally random order so do them what order you like! I also tried to make things ambiguous enough to be used for all kinds of genres, I hope you lilw them.

1. It was so dark he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.

2. She felt a grim smile touch the corners of her mouth.

3. “It’s coming,” they murmured, “watch my back”

4. I didn’t think I’d ever seen something like this.

5. He shrugged, “Well, I guess this is the end.”

6. She slapped the back of his head. “Ow?” he huffed.

7. They shook their head, “I told you not to come back.”

8. It wasn’t as though I’d never been in worse situations, but this was maybe the weirdest.

9. He held up his hand to the light, he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be able to see through it.

10. “I didn’t really want it to come to this,” she said, drawing her weapon.

11. “I hope it was worth it,” they said, “because we’re all going to die.”

12. “I thought you said you didn’t believe I ghosts!” he shouted, flinging himself through the doorway.

13. The crunch of leaves was the only sound.

14. She really wanted people to stop wishing her luck.

15. They shivered, not entirely sure if it was the cold.

16. The knob rattled and I stood stock still. Then something slammed it’s weight against the door.

17. His smile was dangerous.

18. She leaned comfortably into the shadows

19. The hair on the back of their neck rose, a cold sensation that shivered down their whole body.

20. The small sound echoed into the darkness and faded away.

21. When he’d said ‘you’ll be the death of me…’ he hadn’t meant it as a prophecy.

22. Her back was to the wall, figuratively and literally.

23. They knew this was probably the worst plan they’d ever concocted, but plans 'A’ through ’M’ hadn’t exactly worked out.

24. Something swirled just beneath the surface of the black water.

25. “Correct me if I’m wrong, and I’m usually wrong,” I said, hoping this time that I was.

26. “I don’t want to be a downer, but do we really have to dig up a body?”

27. Ancient ruins were not her favorite camping site.

28. They held their hands up, “I can explain,” they said, realizing belatedly that it rang sort of hollow with their hands covered in blood.

29. I’d like to think I’m smarter than this but experience keeps me from lying to myself.

30. “It’s never personal,” he said through gritted teeth, “until it is.”

31. Bright blue light expanded and burst into a spear of cobalt fire that lanced up into the dark sky.

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There is a tradition in the US Navy that no submarine is ever considered lost, those that go to sea and don’t return are considered “Still on Patrol”. There are 52 WW2 submarines still on patrol, and they have just started coming home.

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Ghost Mariners

[Sep 12 2020]

There is a tradition in the US Navy that no submarine is ever considered lost, those that go to sea and don't return are considered "Still on Patrol". There are 52 WW2 submarines still on patrol, and they have just started coming home. Prompt from: @writing-prompt-s

It all started with one. It had breached the North Atlantic waters off the coast of New Jersey. The US Navy was the first to intercept the vessel. The men on board acted as if the war was still going on. Not a man among them appeared older than thirty. Their Captain forbade his men from speaking to their rescuers, claiming there was no need to be rescued, there was a war to win after all. Eventually, however, the submarine was taken ashore, and the men went with the modern men. 

Most of the newly found mariners were sent home to the families that succeeded them, but not the Captain. He was adamant about finding the ‘other fifty-one,’ as he called them. He didn’t care to learn about how much the world had changed, didn’t care who was in charge, he became obsessed with finding the other fifty-one yet-to-return submarines. He didn’t accept a modernized uniform nor did he wish to use the technology. He ignored any and all news reporters. Most dismissed him as delusion, anytime he was asked where he’d been all the years, the Captain would dismiss the subject just as he became dismissed.

Scientists and paparazzi of all kinds swarmed to get their hands on the mariners or the vessel in which they came. The event of the resurfaced ‘ghost sub’ became international news. People all over the world buzzed about the returned crazy Captain and his men and the luck the United States seemed to have gotten.

Then a few months later, another World War II submarine breached off the coast of Florida, and suddenly the Captain wasn’t so crazy. The men inside were the same as the first, young, and all accounted for in Naval records. The Captain from this vessel was even more obsessed with finding the other submarines. He rejected any modernity and refused to try to reintegrate with the world he found himself in.

A little over a month later the next submarine breached, then a week later another, then another, then two on the same day. And suddenly the 21st century US Navy found themselves with 51 20th century World War II Submarines of many varieties. No one in the White House, Pentagon, or any commanding office of the United States knew what to do with the vessels. Nor did they know what to do with the hundreds of men know returned. Even more so with the fifty-one obsessed captains. Each seemed to know more and more about what happened, but their stories just didn’t click together. So, they let the captains keep searching for the last missing vessel. 

Months passed, and attention moved on to newer worldly events. Most scientists gave up on the lost cause of the ghost mariners. The crews of the vessels did their best to live somewhat normal lives. The fifty-one Captains, however, never gave up their search. They’d said the last one would make it all clear, then they’d go home, they’d try to readjust, and that it’d all be over. So, they kept searching.

On a warm July morning, the Navy intercepted the last of the fifty-two US World War II submarine off the coast of California. The men on board were different, however. They were older, not by much, but there was a significant difference. And the Captain was calm and collected. He didn’t say much and willingly joined and briefings that he had to attend. He answered questions with sharp and to the point responses, and only answered questions, he rarely added his own comments or started conversations. He was never rude and never wore much of an expression on his face. Finally, when everyone agreed the time was right, he was interviewed about his time at sea…

“So, will you tell us what really happened out there? Was there some underwater war still going on or something?” The show host nearly laughed.

The Captain did not. “Spot on. We were still fighting a war, unaware that our brothers on the surface had gone home.”

“Wait, like still fighting the war with the Nazis?”

“Yes the Axis Powers and the creatures down there allying with them.” The Captain paused. His face turned to his military escort commander off stage and his brows furrowed. The silence that surrounded him and the host was deafening. 

“Something wrong, Captain?” The host laughed nervously.

“Nothing at all, so long as this century’s esteemed Military didn’t wait for US subs alone to resurface after all these months.”

“Sorry, I don’t follow.”

The Captain sighed patiently then, with the most intense seriousness, he explained, “there’s a war going on, and if we get to come home, then who else got to go home? Who do you think those men brought with them. Our fighting lasted to the surface, for all these years we were locked in time until someone turned a key, opened a door… There’s a war coming, a war forty years in the making is about to surface… and you all had no idea.”

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Good to know I'm not the only one 😗✌️

hell is actually when your google doc gets so long it lags

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You know what's really cool? Being in a call with a writer when they're just coming up with an idea for a new story.

Being trusted enough not to laugh or snicker as they explain everything they have so far-- from the newest and vaguest of ideas to the most concrete and fleshed-out.

Listening to the excitement in their voice as they come up with character arcs and side plots; as they come up with a story right infront of you, and being equally as excited because "Holy shit man, this is something you've gotta see through! Seriously! I want to read it right now!"

Being asked for advice and sheepishly throwing something out for them to work with, only for them to embrace that idea and flourish it into something even more spectacular than you would've thought it could be.

Laughing as they explain the little inside jokes and easter eggs they're going to web between their sentences-- little tidbits that now not only are you going to keep an eye out for, but that you'll still laugh at and gasp over once they're revealed.

I think everyone should know a writer, or at least get to be around one while they're coming up with an idea. I assure you, there's something so euphoric about being in the presence of that much raw creativity and passion, that it's just absolutely inspiring.