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↠ 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘸. 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳-𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳." Molly Rose Swanson, a wealthy girl from the Upper East Side of New York is undeniably a starlet in the making. Her life was perfectly normal until she met him, Daniel Walker. The story of the many hardships of family, war, and a seemingly forbidden love. 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣

The year is 1935. It was an era when numerous giant luxury liners fiercely competed across the Atlantic. Yet, even in East Asia, a region that should have been left behind in this dinosaur-like evolution, an ambitious passenger ship construction plan began, spurred by a whim of Puyi, the Emperor of Manchukuo! A plan that any sane person would have rejected immediately, it somehow managed to secure powerful support from various related parties in Japan and, before anyone knew it, had become an established fact. The unprecedented large cargo-passenger ship Wenshu, designed to carry the super Asia Express departing from Xinjing and, one day, transport guests via Moji to Tokyo. She was meant to be the face of Manchukuo at the Tokyo Olympic Games, a vessel whose prestige would be demonstrated through grand-scale operation... though this rarely happened. Due to the worsening external situation, she was ultimately recommissioned as a warship of the Imperial Navy. An innovative new warship, combining aircraft operational capability with the functions of a landing ship. That is the converted aircraft carrier Ten'yō! RELEASE: 2021 (TL INCOMPLETE)

Germany is changing. And War is watching. Sassy, observant, and tragically aware, War narrates the lives of Libby and Alfred-siblings trying to find the light in a country that's turning out the lamps. The sound of propaganda and marching boots almost sounds normal. War is the only one who knows how much a heartbeat weighs before it stops.

❝ In the age of modernity, ruled by kings who viewed themselves chosen by God, what difference do these humans have with Representations as of ourselves? ❞ ━━ (Denmark-)Norway (1789). Prosoponologi (in Dano-Norwegian). p. 1. THE GLORIOUS AGE 1789-1914 As though a great change is foretold, it all started when the daughter committed patricidal regicide. Followed by the becoming of the revolutionary, the balance of power in Europe is more fragile than ever, and one push is all it takes to shatter. Once tranquility has been disrupted, two distinct beliefs clash for dominance, and the victory of one brings the inception of a new age. THE GRIM AGE 1914-1991 Perhaps it was clear to many how this war would bring an end to their imperial overlords, but not themselves. Though when the time for their fall comes, not one soul knew that in just twenty years, the world would descend to a war greater than the one before. And as the war inches closer to its end, gaining the ability to destroy themselves, the chances of humanity's extinction seem to be ever more likely. ╞═════✵═════╡ A historical countryhumans alternate universe based on the years of 1789 until 1991. Due to the reason above, this book would contain heavy topics which would be listed on the beginning of the book. Viewer discretion is advised. Cover art made by hualiyusheng23925 on Lofter. Available to read only on AO3 and Wattpad.

A longer version of The Adventures of Thomas where the major difference is this: What if Johnny got separated from his father?

Seventeen-year-old Fritz Müller has already lost everything that mattered long before time itself betrays him. Raised in the forests of Bavaria by the grandfather who taught him how to hunt, track, and survive, Fritz never had much use for the wealthy, distant parents who abandoned him to build their glittering lives in Berlin. When his grandfather dies, Fritz is dragged back to a city he hates and a family he barely knows. Grieving, angry, and utterly alone, he finds himself thrown into the impossible. One moment, he is sorting through his grandfather's belongings. The next, he is stranded in the frozen forests of Russia in the dead of winter, 1942. Alone, unarmed, and hunted by Soviet patrols, Fritz has only the survival skills his grandfather drilled into him to keep from freezing or starving to death. But surviving the wilderness is only the beginning. Rescued by a German infantry squad fighting on the Eastern Front, he is forced into a brutal new reality where every lesson he ever learned is tested in blood. And somewhere ahead lies a truth far worse than death: The mission that will destroy the men he comes to call family was ordered and set in motion by German command...by someone he loves most. His grandfather.

Eighteen-year-old Stefan Wildner thinks he has all his problems worked out. Join the German army. Piss his overbearing father off. And make his own way in the world. Instead, he makes a deadly rival who manages to get both of them thrown into the past. Into something neither of them, despite their marksmanship skills, is prepared to face. Saved by a squad of men who wear runes on their collars, Stefan and Heinrich are expected to become soldiers in another army, in a war that will demand and take everything. Now they have to cover for each other. Because if one goes down, so does the other.

This is Cannon to Sodor of The MSCVerse On The September 1st of 1939, Sodor and The World Would Be Prepared to Go into War And We All know The One Thing about War, Is That Not Everyone would not Live to See It's End Sprites and Background by Me, Princess-Muffins, Cj-The-Creator, SplendidEngine02, Nictrain123, The-Station-Pilot, Jointline-Studios, EngineOfTheIsles04, MaxtheModellingDude, GallopingGoose97, SteamLocosDays1933, CandlesJ6, RyanRTS and More

Do the stars and the wind take you higher? Danny Walker x O.C

Gianna Rossi tends her family's olive grove in northern Italy, sending letters across the miles to Amerigo Conti, a young soldier newly drafted, full of pride and hope. Their correspondence grows from friendship to something deeper, each letter carrying their fears, their dreams, and the fragile intimacy of life in uncertain times. As war spreads across the countryside, the beauty of the Italian landscape stands in stark contrast to the dangers closing in. Letters arrive late, letters go unanswered, and both must navigate the distance between them and the secrets that war demands they keep. In a world of silence and small gestures, how much can love endure when the truth is never quite within reach? ///New Chapters Posted Weekly - Mondays at 2PM UTC///

"How's your vision, Sergeant?" The lieutenant asks. My eyes fall upon her. Everything about her seems to be void of color. Her skin is a milky white, and her hair seems to be brighter than the snow that drifts outside. It's short, and falls to her shoulders in the same distinctive curls all women seem to wear these days. "You're very white." Is the first thing that pops into my mind. Apparently, it's also the first thing to roll off my tongue. I immediately cringe at my choice of words and go to backtrack. Steve looks appalled. But the lieutenant--Ozawa, she does the absolute last thing I could have or would have expected. She laughed. _________________________ Based on Captain America: The First Avenger _________________________ Mimi Ozawa has lost everything. The war took her home, her possessions, her pride, and tore her family apart from the inside out. After being carted off to a Japanese-American relocation camp, the 16-year-old enlists in the Army as a nurse following her brother's sudden disappearance. She didn't expect the ambush. She didn't expect to be taken as a Prisoner of War. And she definitely didn't expect to be HYDRA's most successful experiment. _________________________ Book #1 of the Hato Series ~ Started: February 9, 2021 Ended: *Hiatus/slow updates* _________________________ DISCLAIMER: All rights go to their rightful owners-that being, Marvel to Disney, the photos to their distributors, and anything else used in this work that does not belong to me. I only own my original character, Mimi, her storyline, and background. TW: As this is placed primarily during WWII, there will be some instances of racism, injustice, graphic scenes and prejudice that might be disturbing to some. It isn't excessively prevalent, but just be aware that it does play a role in this work. While most of these things aren't overwhelming, if you are particularly sensitive to these topics, please read at your own risk.

Between gunfire and everything that was trying to kill me, I found him. Name's Mason "Mace" Turner. Dispatch rider. Fast enough to out run bullets, stupid enough to keep trying. War taught me how to survive-but it never taught me what to do when I had something worth losing. Then there's him-James Buchanan Barnes. Steady, everything I'm not. He doesn't look at me like I'm just some reckless kid. He sees me. And somehow, in the middle of mud, blood, and chaos, I start to feel like I exist outside of all that. We don't get time. We don't get promises. Just stolen moments-shared cigarettes, quiet laughs, hands that linger a second too long. It was never supposed to mean anything. But it does. And when the war takes him-when I'm too late, when i should've been there-I don't stop. I don't let him go. Because if there's one thing I know, it's this: Between gunfire and him...I'll always choose him.

After World War I, over 70 German ships interned at the British naval base Scapa Flow mysteriously disappeared... More than two decades later in 1940, the world is engulfed in a new war against the Mundus Empire, an invading force from another dimension. Having conquered the Southern Hemisphere and steadily expanding its territory, the Mundus Empire has finally set its sights on the Northern Hemisphere. The United States Pacific Fleet is annihilated off the coast of Hawaii, and the Imperial Japanese Navy's vaunted Combined Fleet suffers a crushing defeat at the hands of the Mundus Empire's fleet that has invaded the Truk Islands. Cornered, the Combined Fleet is relieved by the arrival of a secret fleet of battleships and warships that were supposed to have been sunk as targets under the Washington Naval Treaty, including the battleship Tosa and the German ships that scuttled themselves at Scapa Flow. Resurrected and transformed by the Magitek Research Department, these ships and weapons are Japan's new hope against the otherworldly invaders. Rise, scuttled fleet! RELEASE: 2022 (TL INCOMPLETE)

!mah 1st fic everrr! dark! male countryhumans x fem reader 𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟 part 1 Takes place in WW1, TW for period typical views which include, Misogyny, Imperialism, Nationalism, bigoted views, rich people being bad, its the 1910s you can guess why it might be triggering for some? 𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟 A Countryhumans x reader fic. not an Isekai, world introduction will happen in chapter 0, {reader} has always lived in this world and therefore isn't confused about where she is or what's going on. {reader} lives in Poland and always has...though you decide how she looks and her ethnicity since she is technically you or your oc so....get crazy with your readers family tree ig.

A pre-teen Jewish girl from Egypt, possessed by a fennec fox demon finds herself with amnesia after being hit in the back of the head and thrown off the cliffs into the Nile river When she next wakes she finds the time she lost being dormant is and was recorded in a small diary now in her possession. what secrets lie inside and what events took place? Edit: I'm always trying to better my storytelling if you feel there's ways to better this story please share in comments: )

This collection traces what survives when everything else is stripped away. Across three generations, these poems move through fractured inheritance, contested identity, and the quiet rituals that hold a family together. A father's Judaism observed from the edge of belonging. A mother's dual inheritance, carried between traditions, languages, and faiths. And a grandmother who arrived in Scotland as a child through the Kindertransport, rebuilding a life from the remnants of one that was taken. At the centre of it all are candles, names, and the weight of memory - not as history alone, but as something lived daily: in mezuzot kissed at doorways, in Shabbat light, in documents rediscovered, in stories half-told and fully felt. These are poems about survival, but not only survival through suffering. They are about survival through continuation - through ritual, through family, through the stubborn insistence on keeping what others tried to erase. What remains is not only what was lost. It is what was built in its place.

This is a Government and Military overview of the Fictional Empire of Illyria as it Existed in 1946.

Year: 1943 Ana and Patty are two teenage girls in the age of war in our nation. They come from different backgrounds, families, and worlds. And both of them have a mind not to sit around during this World War. They will travel overseas and train among the best pilots and mechanics their age to join the effort. But what happens when their greatest enemy is not the Germans or the Japs? What happens when the greatest danger is among their own? NOTE: This book is great if you are generally interested in history. This book is meant to a fun, teen fiction book that happens to be during the war, not a history book.

'We'll be home soon' - Marie Pevensie, the oldest sibling, navigates war, love and loyalty.

Sweet Evangeline, The maroon that stains my hands no matter how hard I try is weighing on the back of my mind ever more no matter how hard I scratch and peel them. The sounds of the guns and choking on blood accompanied by the smell of gunpowder, the sight of the bayonet of my gun piercing another man's chest that I never wished to hurt. It's all to much to bear, and I fear that even though you don't know it that tonight I will be gone. My knife is as clean as I could get it even though I don't deserve it as shiny as I got it only to dirty it again, this time with the blood and dirt of my own neck. Goodbye my dear, Sincerely, 𝛹𝜃𝜇𝛾 𝐽ᔑ𝜍𝜅𝑠𝙹𝜂