#quyhn

[agreatandhonorablesoldier]

Gif Request Meme Anonymous requested: Full Body Shots + Fandom of my choice

#togedit #togdaily #the old guard #andromache the scythian #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #nile freeman #sebastien le livre #quyhn #guns cw #(i've stared at this long enough to hate it so here we go) #*My gifs #*gif request meme #<--- follow this tag if you wanna send me something #pls don't let this flop

[hitchell-mope]

Supergirl/The Old Guard au.

Before anyone complains. I wanted to keep the archetypes as best I could. Which meant trying to keep canon as best I could. And since I don’t have any canon m/m pairings. I thought the Krypton/Daxam feud was the best route possible. So I used karamel for Nicky and Joe. I also can’t imagine Brainy, James or Winn betraying anyone out of sheer exhaustion. So I used Morgan. But we all know Lena loves experimenting on people. So she fit the best of all. As for Nia. She’s the new girl on the team. Just like Nile was. So yeah. That’s my reasoning. I know they don’t all quite fit. But I did my best.

Alex. Andy.

Kara. Nicky.

Mon El. Joe.

Nia. Nile

Morgan. Booker.

J’onn. Copley

Kelly. Quyhn

Lena. Merrick.

#arrowverse #supergirl #the old guard #alex danvers #andromache the scythian #kara danvers #nicolo di genova #mon el #mon el defense squad #yusuf al kaysani #karamel #immortal husbands #nia nal #nile freeman #morgan edge #sebastian le livre #j’onn j’onzz #james copley #kelly olsen #quyhn #dansen #anti lena luthor #steven merrick

[andyslabrys]

In the 10 minutes that I have learned The Old Guard is starting filming in Rome AND that Veronica Ngo is there, every brian cell I have has just been chanting QUYNH QUYNH QUYNH QUYNH QUYNH

#i have never been so excited for a movie in MY LIFE #just thinking of getting more quynh i cant handle ittttttt #just thinking about a reunion scene with andy got me UNSTABLE #QUYHN #andromache the scythian #the old guard

[druckkugelschreiber]

I wonder what blazing weed field the directors of the old guard movie smelled at to change Noriko‘s name to Quyhn. It‘s just letter salad. It sucks to pronounce. It sucks even worse to write because apparently there‘s a ` over the y my phone won’t even let me put there.

Noriko was fine! It’s nice an simple! What are we French?!

#please don’t take this too seriously #i just had a mental breakdown over the idea of writing Quyhns name in my fanfic with the accent over the y #the old guard #noriko the old guard

[fakemit]

literally so blessed we get long hair nicky and long hair joe and also mullet andy and the best hairstyle nile this is literally the best possible time line

#the old guard #tog #what about booker though??? how his hair rn #and quyhn

[captain-grammar]

“Nights like these… I get to thinking. About Quynh.” Andromache’s murmur was reluctant and she found herself unable to meet his studious gaze. “Perhaps it does not do well to think too much.”

The silence between them felt heavier than the air of the stormy night outside. Andromache shifted a little as she sat and cleared her throat as though trying to clear the tension.

“Could I… Could I stay with you tonight?” *** A storm-thrown sea, a maelstrom of confusion and the mixed-up feelings that come from blurred lines and things that remain unresolved.

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#the old guard #tog #the old guard fic #andybooker #andy/booker #andy/quynh #andy/quynh/booker #shit i write #andy / andromache the scythian #booker / sebastien le livre #quynh #andy x booker #andy x quyhn #andromaquyhn

[scattered-winter]

Quarterfinals: Andromache the Scythian vs Inej Ghafa vs Quynh

(the top 2 will advance to semifinals)

track the #characters who have suffered more than jesus tournament tag for other active polls!!

#characters who have suffered more than jesus tournament #andromache the scythian #the old guard #quynh #inej ghafa #six of crows #quarterfinals

[terresdebrumestories]

Work in progress: Together, in the same direction

A fic set in the same AU as All on my own, a TOG fic in which Nico and Yusuf deal with the ups and downs of parenting kid!Booker (with some help from aunties Quyhn and Andy). It is technically a sequel (there's a time gap of 33 years) but you shouldn't need to read AomO to understand the story.

In TitSD, Booker has been missing for eight years and suddenly comes back in Nile's life, his childhood best friend. The fic will be from Nile's POV with endgame Booker/Nile (though I want Nile and the sudden overhaul to her life to be the main focus) but this is perhaps one of the more Booker-focused scenes. Anyway, I just wrote this after eight months of being unable to write so you get the raw, unedited version as teaser :P

“Hi baba,” Basti says eventually.

“Where were you?” Yussuf demands, tears in his eyes. “What did you do? Why would you—do you have any idea how worried you were? The police asked if we wanted to declare you dead!”

Nile winces, rooted to the spot. she wants to interject, to say something in Basti’s defense…but she has thought all of this too. She wondered, and she asked, and as much as she empathizes with the way Basti hunches on himself she can’t make herself stop Yussuf, when he has even more of a right to know than she does.

“I’m sorry,” Basti sobs eventually, “Baba, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Oh,” Yussuf exclaims, anger and hurt vanishing from his voice entirely as he reaches up to pull Basti in a hug. “Oh, helwa, I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I was so scared and so sad for so long, and now you’re here and I’m yelling!”

“It’s okay,” Basti says while Nile breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s okay, I—”

“It’s not!” Yussuf cuts off.

Behind him, Nile can see Nico’s hand play with his collar, the way she’s always seen him do whenever Basti had an episode. It’s comforting and sad all at once, and when he catches her looking she can’t help but go to him and press their shoulders together.

“Baba,” Basti’s saying, it’s okay—”

“It isn’t, but thank you for pretending,” Yusuf says, shaking his head. Nile can’t see his face anymore from here, but it’s so easy to hear the smile in his voice. “Helwa—my son, my boy, I’m so happy you’re back.”

Yussuf pulls Basti in even tighter, burying his face in his shoulder, and then Basti does the same, and Nile watches them cry into each others’ neck. She feels Nico put his hand in hers at the same time she realizes she’s crying too, and when she turns to the side his cheeks are dry but his eyes are bright. Nile squeezes his hand, comforted when he squeezes back.

“'Ana jidun masrurun,” Yusuf says, muffled, and Basti sobs again and manages:

“Me too—aishtaqt lak kathiran ya 'abi.”

There is a long silence, broken only by Basti and Yusuf’s gentling sobs. In her hand, Nile can feel Nico’s fingers trembling. He’s quiet still, the same silence that made him seem so much more solemn than he truly is. It’s the same silence that used to scare Basti to death, convinced as he always was that one day it would break and give way to some great disappointment.

Even now, forty years old and a full head taller than his father, Basti can’t quite make himself look him in the eyes. Nile watches him extract himself from Yusuf’s embrace with slow movement, like he’d prefer to stay hidden in there forever. She tries to give him an encouraging smile, though she’s not sure he sees it, and then she steps away from Nico when he releases her hand.

She shuffles, awkward and raw from the tears that still linger in her eyes, and willingly goes into Yusuf’s arms when he opens them for her.

“Thank you for bringing him back,” he whispers in her ear.

Nile chuckles despite herself—wants to say she didn’t do anything, she just drove—but she lets Yusuf hug her and kiss her forehead, happy to soak in the comfort he’s always so willing to give. When she breaks the hug and turns to Basti again, she finds him standing with his face in Nico’s hands, the back of his ears crimson with emotion as he chokes:

“—but it wouldn’t have helped, papà. I was—I—” Basti sobs again, sounding almost like a little child, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his knuckles. “I wanted—I wanted—a way out. And there—there’s only two ways out; there’s—the slow one—or the fast one and I thought—I thought—”

“Oh, pìcolo,” Niccolò sighs, pulling Basti’s head down until their foreheads are touching, “sometimes you are like me in the ways I least wished you to be.”

Nile gasps and feels herself move to speak, but Yusuf’s hand on her shoulder roots her in place. In front of her, she sees Basti try to jerk away, but Niccolò holds him tight and sighs:

“That’s not what I meant.

“Papà—”

“I told you, didn’t I? That I didn’t choose to stop talking to my family.”

Nile has never heard this story. She winces, even as Basti nods, and tries to step back, but Yusuf catches her hand on his shoulder and holds on tight.

“You’re family,” he mouths when she looks at him. “You can stay.”

“I thought it would be fitting,” Nico is saying when Nile swallows and looks back at him. “To die in a place known for the very thing I didn’t want to be, when even Jerusalem had failed to change me.”

Twenty-six years earlier

“No but really,” Nile insisted, ignoring the way her mom tries to shush her, “how did you meet?”

“Nile,” Mom said on her right, Jordan snickering on her left, “if they don’t want to tell the story they don’t have to.”

“No,” Niccolò said eventually, “it’s alright.”

He had very, very blue eyes, the kind that made it easy to forget he and Seb weren’t related. He spoke quietly, seriously, like every answer to every question was important. Sometimes, it made him feel almost austere—that was a new word Nile had heard in school and it suited him—and it scared Seb, but it was also nice to be taken seriously.

“We met in Tel-Aviv. Yusuf was there on annual leave.”

“From Egypt,” Yusuf chimed in, smiling as he reached for his husband’s hand. “Homosexuality is illegal there, you know…so sometimes I gave myself a week to go be gay somewhere where it was okay.”

Nile nodded, trying to look a little like she understands the feeling, even though she didn’t really. She already knew about Egyptian law, because Seb had wanted to do a presentation about the history of marriage equality in their Civic Education class last year. Seb had even mentioned his parents had lived there for a while, despite the risks, so that part wasn’t surprising.

“And I was there because I was gay and didn’t want to be,” Niccolò said, sighing, something like a sad smile at the corner of his mouth. “I wanted to prove to myself that I could decide to be straight.”

“Fortunately, our love was meant to be,” Yusuf chimed in, smiling so bright even Seb—who had rolled his eyes when Niccolò started the story—couldn’t help but smile in answer. “We met, and we talked, and we parted ways—”

“You left,” Niccolò pointed out, quiet but smiling.

“I did, I did,” Yusuf admitted, nodding his head with his eyebrows raised high. “And that was almost the biggest mistake of my life—but! I came back!”

“You did,” Niccolò concedes in turn.

“I searched all the bars and all the restaurants I could think of to find the beautiful man who had stolen my heart and soul,” Yusuf continued, “but I couldn’t find a single trace of him! Even on my very last day—you should have seen me: I was trekking through the streets with my cabin luggage, staring at strangers like a possessed man—”

“You should have combed your hair,” Niccolò said, mock serious, and Nile heard Seb snort in laughter at the same time she did.

“Hayati, I am trying to be romantic,” Yusuf protested, making Seb scoff.

“That’s your default state, Baba.”

“Thank you,” Yusuf said, “I’m glad you noticed. Now, as I was saying—”

“He found me,” Niccolò said, finding Yusuf’s eyes and holding his gaze. “He saved me. I’ve never needed another altar since.”

#The Old Guard #Sebastien Le Livre #Yusuf Al Kaysani #Niccolo Di Genova #Nile Freeman #TOG Fic #Fic: Together in the same direction #Matt writes #LISTEN #I'm just really happy I wrote this #In fact I'm so happy I may try to write more once I posted this even though it's technically bedtime #So there it is have fun y'all

[cherubinas]

I saw this and re downloaded the tumblr app so I could send someone else my brainrot,

Booker

Andy

Joe

????

Nicky

Quyhn

Nile

in that order, thank you

you are absolutely correct and, in fact, the first thing that came to mind when i read "rat bastard" was indeed booker lmao

#answered #erinomaista

[headcanonthings]

Quyhn: Waking up every day is just like… Good morning sun. Good morning sky. Good morning evergrowing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. Good morning birds.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect old guard quotes #the old guard #quynh old guard

[jesskasb]

alright, time to talk about my ocs!! i currently don't have a name for this project, so for now it's just "melville's story" based on, of course, the main character melville

i'll start small and keep my posts short— today i'll introduce the main family, their names, and explaining some of my choices

• as for the "middle" and "last" names i've taken inspiration from ethiopian naming conventions. in real life, a person's second name is their father's, and the third is their grandfather's. however, in klemeria, you use your mother's and grandmother's names. because matriarchal society.

i've organized them oldest to youngest:

tsehay is the queen of klemeria. tsehay means "the sun" (her design will be heavy on the imagery, plus yknow about the sun's importance), negassi means "she who will wear the crown" (literally), and samrawit means "to unite" or "bring together" (while the other names are of ethiopian origin, i've decided to go with the eritrean meaning for this one. it hints at tsehay's grandmother uniting terroritories to create the current klemeria.) tsehay carries her names with pride and makes sure to live up to them.

ruehnar is one half of the tsehay-negassi twins. her name has no real life meaning cuz i made it up— so i can say in this world it means strength and moderation... she only has the former. the negassi name weighs heavy on her, as she is the crown princess.

edrael, the other half of the tsehay-negassi twins. his name is also fictional, meaning calm water. he really doesn't worry too much about the meaning of his names. he's glad he doesn't have to.

finally, melville. her name was given to her by the people who found her crying in the house of a village just outside of klemeria, which appeared to be destroyed by a magical disaster of sorts. melville is a name of gaelic origin irl, meaning "bad settlement" or "infertile land."" of course, i chose this in reference to where she was found. she doesn't remember this time of her life, as she was only a baby when it happened and nobody has told her about it. she didn't need to be told about her origins to know she's adopted, though— besides her name being evidently different from her siblings', she's also a completely different ethnicity; she resembles those from the quyhn thoi kingdom of the southeastern region instead of anyone from klemeria or its outskirts. she assumes her biological parents died before they could tell anyone of their name and the one they chose for her. it's fine though, she doesn't mind her mind her name, nor misses a family she just never had. the royal family of klemeria has shown her plenty of enough love.

ok thats it for now!! i know it's hard to get people interested in an entirely new amateur project from some tumblr blog, so if youve read this far, thank you— and i hope you enjoy this story im trying to tell and stay tuned for further updates :]

#feel free to send me questions or anon hate about how much this sucks #i tried to keep this specific post about the names while not giving away too much about the characters? just what was relevant #also the twins have a father but him and tsehay are divorced as hell #he's... relevant... but not part of the royal family anymore so i didnt include him here #jesskasb ocs #<- feel free to blacklist this tag if u really dont care . i dont blame u

[celia-bracali]

"The Old Guard" fanfic recommendation:

"Of Monsters and Miracles" by LaReineDuLune

Summary:

Booker sucked in a large, deep breath, “When Merrick had you and Nicky. When Dr. Kozak was working on you, did they… did they take semen samples?”

Joe was taken aback and felt some new emotion gnaw deep in his gut. “What?” he gasped.

“Joe, you have to see where I’m going with this.”

“I… I don’t know, we were in and out of it a lot. There were so many drugs in our system, we died many times. I have no specific memory, but maybe? I don’t know. She took a piece of everything else. Why? Why?”

“Because I have Nicky’s son with me,” Booker said after an eternally long pause.

Note from author:

For the purpose of this tale, we're going to pretend Quyhn is still MIA. Sorry Quyhn

#tog #joe x nicky #immortal family #immortal husbands #nicolo di genova #fic #tog fic #the old guard #yusuf al-kaysani #nile freeman #andy | andromache of scythia #booker | sebastian le livre #fanfic rec #fanfic #kaysanova #joe | yusuf al kaysani/nicky | nicolò di genova #Booker redemption #angst #love #Found Family #team as family #dodgy fictional science

[druckkugelschreiber]

I would like to read something about Artemis ❤️

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

Artemis is a The Old Guard OC (cause you know what else am I writing recently ^^) and she is an immortal on Andy's team (though the on team status is actually up for debate) and old enough to be the inspiritation for the goddess Artemis.

She, Andy, Quyhn and Lykon were a polycule for a long time until Lykon dies and Quynh is lost, due to the unfortunate circumstances around the witch trials.

Andy and Artemis have a major falling out over the whole thing because Artemis murders a lot of people in rage and desperation.

Their story picks up again in the 21st century, when Nile as a new immortal shows up and forces Artemis and Andy to interact again after 600 years of not seeing each other. Artemis helps the team and maybe she and Andy can reconnect. Who knows!

A snippet of their reunion below!

I entered my house. Ril was already asleep on his perch in my office. I spotted him easily through the open door. The windows were almost always open, except when there was a major storm rolling in. 

I let out a long breath, pulled out my hair tie and began undoing the complicated braid in a style this world hadn’t seen in millenia. 

“Still with the fancy braids?” an all too familiar voice said. 

I nearly jumped high enough to hit my head on the ceiling. “Zeus fucking balls!” My eyes found Andromache in the dark of the living room. A couple of the braids now fell into my face, while the others were braided along my skull. “How did you get in here?”

“You think I don’t know all the tricks you taught your huntresses?” Andy said and it sounded very ominous. 

I let my hands drop from my half undone braids and threw her a wary glance in the near pitchblack living room. Only moonlight fell in from the outside. “You know, you’re very badass assassin in that corner. Mind some light?”

Andy reached over and turned on the soft wall lights. “Better your grace?” she mocked. 

My heart tensed. My stomach coiled. Our argument from 600 years ago replayed in my mind, like it always did when I was feeling low, but now I felt like all the walls I had build around my heart, the stitches I had put in the cracks, Andy just tore them all open again, but 4000 years had taught me a couple of things. Mainly a good pokerface. “Actually, it’s ‘my lady’ or ‘high lady’ or ‘lady Artemis’ you may pick and choose.”

“Where’s the new one?” Andy’s voice was dark and threatening. 

“That’s why you’re here?” I couldn’t say I was surprised. “Actually probably helped you find me, right?”

“Artemis, I’ve known you for 4000 fucking years and you’ve never abandoned this temple.” 

Again fair point. “Yeah, I’m kind of bad at staying hidden from people who saw me grow up apparently.” I fought the urge to step closer. “Why do you care so much about the new one?”

Andy’s eyes were as cold as a winter’s sky. It was always fascinating how they changed colour with her moods. How laughter put all the green back in them and anger made them ice blue. “Maybe I care about what you’ll make of her. You really think the world needs another you?”

I swallowed hard. My jaw tensed. “You really want to rehash that particular argument?” 

“No, I told you what I want”, Andy stood up from the armchair and slowly walked over to me. 

I took half a step back before I could stop myself. But Andy didn’t stop. She reached out to take one thin braid between her fingers, twirling it softly, the strand almost the same colour as the moonlight. 

“So, are you going to tell me?” Andy said softly but somehow not any less threatening, “or do I have to test quite how good your huntresses are?”

My eyes flew over Andy’s face. I fought the fear. Mostly fear for what she’d do to my emotions rather than fear for her attacking me. Even back then, after I had lost myself in rage and blood, she had never attacked me with more than words, but those had stung deeper than any weapon as I had found out soon enough.

#ask box #andromache the scythian #schreibers ocs #the old guard

[awolfstudio]

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better.

Three ships: SpiritAssassin (Chirrut/Baze), MurderHusbands/AncientQueens/Book of NIle (Joe/Nicky and Andy/Quyhn and Booker/Nile.... just all of the old guard really), Wangxian (Lan Zhan/Wei Wuxian)

First ever ship: Legolas/Gimli

Last song: You Can’t Hold My Heart- Monsta X

Last film: Pride and Prejudice

Currently reading: Harrow the Ninth

Currently watching: Leverage, The Untamed

Currently consuming: Mandalorian Tea

Currently craving: raspberry tea and cookies

#tag game #no brain so anyone can do it

[universomovie]

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[lareinedulune]

OH HELL YES!!!

#the old guard #nicolò di genova #yusuf al kaysani #joe x nicky #kaysanova #sebastien le livre #nile freeman #quyhn #andromache the scythian #andy