#GreatWar

[saintsir4n]

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Teasers:

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Tommy, trying for his daughters

Tommy, will deal with it

Tommy and his suspicions

Tommy is the devil

Tommy, needing to be with his girls

The girls never listen

The girls look like Tommy

The girls never felt so alone

Happy christmas

Tommy is a girl dad

Inara’s burden

Tommy and Inara are strange

Opinions:

Tommy Shelby stories

Writing POCs into period pieces

Story:

Prologue cast list 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

15 16 17 18 19 20 Epilogue Bonus chapter

One shots:

Smut:

Fluff:

More Shelby’s

Cheeky girl

Happy without me

Hold on

Three little birds

Angst:

Betrayed

Death becomes you

One time

[hofficial1992]

Great War💀

[atomicachronicles]

Arvo Heikkien

Name: Arvo Heikkien

Position: Corporal

Operation: Precision Marksman & Recon

Affiliation: Finnish, Allied Powers’

The Finnish man is a loner by choice, preferring the quiet thrill of the hunt to the chaos of the battlefield. A master of patience and precision, Arvo is the Allied Powers’ go-to sharpshooter, capable of eliminating targets from incredible distances with deadly accuracy. He operates with cold efficiency, rarely seen by either allies or enemies until his job is already done.

While most soldiers thrive on brute force and mayhem, Arvo prides himself on control. He studies his targets meticulously, striking only when the perfect opportunity presents itself. Despite his deadly reputation, Arvo shuns the spotlight, preferring the solace of his sniper's perch or the shadows of distant battlefields. He works alone, not out of disdain for his comrades, but because he sees teamwork as a complication in his methodical approach.

He is working under the Kallaxs Operations as a means to try to guide him to give him experience to better help him with his struggles of working with a team.

Arvo is calm, quiet, and intensely focused most of the time. He speaks sparingly, finding most conversations unnecessary and preferring action over words, but he does like to poke fun at most people for making short talk. Though he’s loyal to the Allied Powers’ cause, his loyalty is pragmatic; he believes in the survival of those who truly deserve it and aligns with the Allied Powers’ because they allow him to perfect his craft creatively with the expense of having an eye watch over his shoulder. Arvo despises wastefulness and unnecessary destruction, valuing efficiency above all else.

Arvo harbors a deep resentment toward most Russians and Soviets, a sentiment rooted in his experiences during the Winter War, also known as the Russo-Finnish War, between 1939 and 1940. However, that brutal conflict also reshaped his perspective in unexpected ways. Since then, the only Russian he has ever held in high regard is his commander, Am. Arvo's isolated nature means he forms few close relationships, even among his friends. However, his skills earn him respect, and commanders like Am rely on him for critical missions requiring precision and subtlety. While others may distrust his aloof demeanor, Arvo views it as a necessity of his work, attachments only get in the way of the job.

Fun fact:

Acoustic guitar, knitting, and mending worn-out clothes are among Arvo Heikkinen's Favorite ways to unwind in his free time. Most grunts tend to gravitate toward him, not just for his skillful repairs, but to enjoy a soothing tune as they relax after a long day's work.

[spiritusnocte]

Decaying patriotism.

[18thfoot]

The Royal Irish Regiment in the Great War. 19th March 1915 - Western Front. The 1st Battalion moved to Westoutre where they stayed until the 30th March in training. 1916 - Western Front. After six weeks rest and training, the 2nd Battalion returned to the frontline with 11th Brigade. They went into support trenches with two companies each at Foncquevillers and Hannescamps. #18thfoot #royalirishregiment #greatwar #worldwar1 #ww1 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-AbIaNdCD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ihopeitneverendss]

"We survived the great war, but it was dbatc."

[kristinemaebsnapshots]

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7.7.23 Survived the GREAT WAR! 🤣

When the #ErasTour was announced, I said that if I have to fly to another country just to watch the concert, I would.

Last March, before we left Singapore, I said that I’d go back. Little did I know, I’ll be back after a year 😂

(C) KristineMaeB

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

TOTAL WAR, 1916 -- VISITORS FROM DEEP SPACE ON THE HUNT IN EUROPE.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on panels of death, mayhem, carnage, violence, and destruction -- deep within the fields of slaughter during WWI, from the pages of "Predator: the Bloody Sands of Time" Vol. 1 #2. March, 1992. Dark Horse Comics.

Story/script: Dan Barry/Mike Richardson

Pencils: Dan Barry

Inks: Chris Warner

Colors/letters: Gail Beckett

Source: https://viewcomiconline.com/predator-the-bloody-sands-of-time-issue-2.

[saintsir4n]

20

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WAR

1914

IT was time.

Today was the day everything changed for Small Heath, Birmingham really, lads being sent off, promising their families they would return. Trimmed and shaven hair made them all look the same, no individuals just soldiers going off to war.

The journey to the station was gruelling, barely anyone said anything, just small talk as a way to calm their nerves.

Crowds of people were saying goodbye to their loved ones.

First Eden stood by her mother, both ready to say goodbye to her father, who put on a brave face. Neither of them had slept, Celestine sobbed through the night, clinging to her husband, fearful that if she didn't take in every detail of him, she would forget.

"Edie come 'ere," he tugged his daughter to his chest, feeling the shakes emitting from her body. She breathed him in, smelling the cigars and smoke as he spoke, "You are everything to your mother and me. We did the best with what we had to make sure you're set for life. You may be a nurse now, but I doubt that's gonna last with the way you jot down anythin' that comes to mind. You're gonna be somethin', don't let this city hold you back, don't let anyone of these fuckers, hold you back, alright?" he tugged on her chin and saw the tears pooling in her eyes, "Check you're room when you go home, got you a present – well it's for my grandchild more than you," he nodded down to her stomach and softly patted it, before embracing her once more, "keep savin' lives until I get back."

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too."

Soon she reluctantly left her mother and father alone, trying to push past the swarm of crying mothers and wives, before stumbling into her godfather and godbrother.

Jeremiah had a sad Isaiah in his arms, the preacher's locs were still intact, and his son gripped them ever so tightly.

"Edie," Isaiah quietly waved at the pregnant woman, who pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You're a blessing child," Jeremiah mumbled after pulling her in for a hug and kissing her forehead, "Stay safe, the devil is lurkin'."

"He's never stopped," she replied with a sad smile, "Look after my dad please,"

"I will," he nodded, then tightened his hold on his son, "You do the same with my boy."

"I will."

Eden soon spotted a familiar face, one that had healed from the scars that had been slashed and thumped, her breath hitched when he smiled at her and walked over.

"Well doesn't pregancy suit you," Enzo grinned down at the woman, after pulling her away from his family, knowing they weren't going to be welcoming.

"He told you," she beamed up at him, the sides of his hair were shaved, it made him look older, more mature.

"He told me," the ring on her finger caught his eye, "suppose I should congratulate you on the wedding," he teased with a knowing look that she giggled at, "oh how I pray your daughter gets your face and not his beady eyes."

They pair laughed.

"Oh and look," he pulled out something from his uniform pocket, showing off the picture she gave to him more than two months ago, making her tear up all over again.

"Enzo..."

"Should've brought the flower crowns ey?" they heard a voice behind them, smiling when they saw Dorris standing not too far away, "how did we get 'ere? One pregnant and the other a soldier."

"And what are you Dot, The brat?" Enzo joked, folding up the picture and putting it away.

"No that's Edie," she nodded to the pregnant woman, who feigned offence.

"Oi! So what are you then?" Eden teased, "The princess?"

"Got that right," Dorris nodded making them chuckle, as her eyes drifted down to Eden's slightly swelling stomach, "so what are you gonna name the little one then, can I suggest Dorathy?"

"Or Chiara?" Enzo suggested.

Eden raised a brow, "Italian yeah? That's gonna go down well."

"Well, I better find out soon and so what if it's Italian, you're the one carrying the kid," he muttered, then reaching out his hand, "Can I?" he waited for her to nod, then pressed his hand to the bump, blinking back his shock when he realised how real it was, "fuckin' ell, shit's real."

"'Course she is," Eden playfully smacked his hand away, whilst Dorris shook her head.

His eyes shot out of his head when he caught a familiar spot from where he stood, he motioned for them to turn around, pointing to their special place. They spent hours looking down the hill, watching trains go past and now here they were, how times have changed.

"Promise me one thing Mrs. Shelby, Miss Martin," they both waited for him to continue, "When she's born, take her to our old spot," neither of them had been they since the breakup, it was still too sore, "it'll be good for the troublemaker."

"I promise," Eden didn't hesitate and threw her arms around them.

"So do I," Dorris muttered.

"I love you," Enzo mumbled against their heads, it sounded like a proper goodbye and neither of them liked it.

He'd been coming back right? Right.

Pulling away from each other, they each caught the eyes of various people, Eden smiled when she saw Luca staring at her from the distance, and he smiled back. Dorris flirtingly blew Angel a kiss, which he caught without his mother and father seeing. But when Enzo met a pair of pale blue eyes, all he could do was nod.

To his surprise, he revived a nod back.'

"Someone's waitin' for you," his words caused Eden to spin around, seeing the Shelby clan all huddled up many yards away, "Go Dawkins, trains gonna be taking off soon."

With one last hug, she sprinted off, cautious of the time.

"Thought we wouldn't see ya before you left," Arthur steadied her with a grin.

"Couldn't 'ave that could we? A Shelby not sayin' goodbye to a Shelby, fuck that," John teased, keeping his arm wrapped around a teary-eyed Martha who passed a wide-eye Katie to her father.

"John," Polly playfully scolded her nephew, trying to prevent more tears, she said goodbye to Arthur first, leaving Tommy to hug his youngest siblings, Ada wouldn't let go of him and Finn was starting to cry again.

Freddie pressed a kiss to her cheek, even shooting a small smile at the Shelby girl, then went off to his mother.

"Johnny, don't die," Eden joked despite herself.

"Us Shelby's are hard to kill, especially me."

She sighed, "I'm serious."

"I know you are, come here."

After hugging him, she turned to Arthur, who brought her into a warm embrace, "By Arthur."

"Goodbye sister," he pressed a kiss to her head then turned to his youngest siblings, "Come 'ere you lot."

Taking a deep breath she took a few steps and came up to Tommy.

Eden gripped Tommy's hand, determined to not let go, wanting, no, needing him to stay with her, now and always, but it wasn't possible, they both knew it and yet neither relented. Fearing that if she let go, he would disappear, from her vision and possibly her life, she kept holding on, and they both did.

"I'll be back before you know it," he whispered.

She sniffled, "Don't keep me waitin'."

"I know how you get when I'm late, the whole of Small Heath does."

"I love you, y'know that right?" she felt bad for not saying it enough.

"And I love you," he said, feeling his arms hooked around his neck, he responded by holding onto her waist, "Both of you," he could feel her small bump against his stomach. "Make sure to not take that off, need you to stay safe," he gestured to the necklace she wore.

"I promise Tommy," and she meant it, he could see it in her eyes.

It seemed that they were searching each other's faces, to commit every detail to memory.

"You called me Tommy," his heart swelled and threatened to burst from his chest.

She cheekily smirked, "'Bout time right?"

"'Bout time," he paused, "Until we meet again," he vowed, blocking out the world around them, it was just her, only her.

"Don't say that. You'll be different."

"But I'll still be yours alright?" he dared to ask, feeling his throat dry up and his eyes sting with tears.

Eden nodded with hesitation, "And I'll still be yours."

"My wife," he muttered against her lips.

"My husband," and with that a kiss was shared, passionate and devoted. The love she felt was so powerful it would knock her off her feet, and the hope she gave him was enough. Everything she did for him was enough.

His Eden and Her Tommy.

"Last call for the five o'clock train! Boarding will end shortly!" the ticket-taker announced, as the couple pulled away from each other, drawing their foreheads to meet as they collected their breaths.

"It's time," Tommy whispered, closing his eyes, trying to live in this moment. He had everything he wanted in his grasp, but he needed to do this, for his country and his people.

"I love you, Tommy" she breathed out, whilst sadly running a hand over her bump. "Make sure that horseshoe stays on you," she mustered up a teasing smile after patting his behind.

"Watch it," he playfully scolded, "and I will Edie. I promise," he assured her, cupping her teary cheeks and staring into the brown pools he would miss ever so much, "I love you, so much."

And with one final kiss, she was the first to pull back, falling beside Polly, Ada and Finn, Martha softly grabbed her daughter's hand and waved it at the Shelby men's retreating figures It wasn't long before Dorris approached reaching for her hand, with Celestine and Isaiah not far behind.

Until we meet again, Eden mouthed to Tommy, who struggled to look away, but with one pat from Arthur, he turned to bend down and pick up the duffel bags they were bringing with them.

They all made their way over to the ticket-taker who, punched their tickets just as the conductor called out all aboard and blew the train's harsh whistle.

Eden caught glimpses of various faces through the windows, her father, her godfather, Enzo, Luca, Angel, then Freddie, Arthur, John and finally her Tommy as the train car vanished from sight. 

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a/n:

anyone else crying? no just me okay.

originally i was just going to post the epilogue after this, but I'm gonna add a bonus chapter also. 

that manip is so cute Omg, also the fact it room eden so long to call him tommy again was hilarious and I loved that she did it just before he was leaving.

[chaosmole]

The Great War Western Front Review

The Great War Western Front is an unforgiving and Brutal experience like the actual war, but is the Gameplay fun? The Dark Souls of RTS beckons! https://youtu.be/RhwuH75Osl8

[jeza-red]

Nothing brings you more ahead in life than stanning a rarepair in a large fandom mostly centered around kinkmeme websitesXD

I've walked through waist-high swamps full of leeches and snakes before the golden ladder of taggint system fell from the sky to save me. Now I spit in the face of demons and scoundrels who try to shake my Poise. I've seen it all, I know no fear.

Do I get a PTSD-ridden nightmare from time to time? Sure do, but it only adds to my roguish appeal!

I mean I think people should curate their own fandom experience and whatnot and it's perfectly fair to just avoid things one is uncomfortable with...

That being said. From personal experience? Immunizing myself to all my discomforts by browsing through pixiv and kink memes with raised eyebrows while searching for things I am interested in back when tagging was non-existent has really made my fandom experience much more pleasant nowadays.

I have preferences, for sure. But I have no fear. I have no cringe. The filthiest, grossest fanwork holds no powers over me. I am a god.

Like honestly dl;dr and block on sight is respectable and all but I genuinely think everyone could just benefit from purposefully exposing yourself to your nOTP and non-triggering squicks sometimes? (And obviously don't go bother the creators for it.) If only so that it makes it easier/safer to search for content you like without living in fear of accidentally glimpsing something you hate and having that ruin your day.

[18thfoot]

Lieutenant Ernest Dickinson Price, 3rd Battalion Royal Irish Regiment, was the second son of Major Ivon H. Price, County Inspector, Royal Irish Constabulary. He was educated at Mourne Grange School, then at St. Columba's College, and Trinity College, Dublin where he was a member of the Dublin University Officers' Training Corps Price joined the Special Reserve on the outbreak of the war was attached to the Royal Irish Rifles for the six months up to his death on 19th March 1916. #18thfoot #royalirishregiment #royalirishrifles #greatwar #worldwar1 #ww1 https://ourheroes.southdublin.ie/Serviceman/Show/16759 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-HNF-tpHW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=