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theworldofwars · 24 hours

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A French sailor, a British soldier and two bathing girls on the beach at Cayeux, 13 August 1918.

#world war one #historical photos #the first world war #world war 1 #1917 #wwi #ww1 #history #the great war #canadian history #ww1 stories #ww1 history #ww1 poetry #ww1 fiction #ww1 art #military history #british army #great war

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kxmpfflieger · 4 months

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Happy 1 year since the release of the first chapter of Martyrs of the Sky 🫶

I am both terrified and overjoyed that it's been a year. Thank you everyone for the support, it couldn't have been done without you!

#martyrs of the sky #artists on tumblr #ww1 fiction #elias von hafke #percy wright #art tag ✨️#2024 anniversary

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vikkicomics · 4 months

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The Red Baron's cameo in Ottoway Volume 2. I might repost this on his birth and death days. Landscapes are my weakness, and bird's eye shots too. Thank George Barbier for the Autumn colour scheme.

Major Isenstein's red 1915 Chevrolet is on the road below.

@tristandelarkadien for landscape art exchange!

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whereshadowslive · 14 days

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Because one thing has become clear to me: you can cope with all the horror as long as you simply duck thinking about it – but it will kill you if you try to come to terms with it.

— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

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cashmerecrow · 8 months

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Phillipe Laflamme

23 August 1916

Officers gave us the go ahead to look into a bunker we thought to of been destroyed after losing communications with it. Although the entrance was originally caved in, we were able to clear the rubble and are heading inside.

#I actually really liked doing this one!#photography for a game!#Amnesia the bunker my beloved #amnesia #amnesia the bunker #photography #frictional games #henri clement #amnesia game #horror #video games #antique #1910s #wwi #world war 1 #fiction #ww1 fiction #ww1 #do not upload on other sites/steal

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hyliabeilschmidt · 3 months

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My first time doing a dtiys

@kxmpfflieger's bois

#martyrs of the sky #ww1 fiction #historical fiction #dtiys #artists on tumblr #hyliabeilschmidt art tag

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r0yal-guardian · 3 months

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A 1920s impression of an Mobile Task Forces agent.

The kit is from all over the place, mostly being surplus from WW2 and the immediate post war, however I wanted to assemble it all into somthing that would look apropriate for the era. Of course I could have put together an authentic WW1 kit and slapped some SCP logos on it, but that would have been both more expensive and less fun.

#scp oc #scp #scp fandom #scp foundation #scp cosplay #scp mtf #mobile task force #secure contain protect #1920s #1920s fashion #military #military history #world war 1 #ww1 fiction #ww1 #great war #cosplay #cosplaying #cosplayer

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humboldtidecomics · 6 months

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Today I finished the lines for the 140th page of Ottoway vol 2, 50 pages to go! I'm technically two days behind schedule, I had hoped to have it all drawn before the new year. After that it'll all need to be coloured, and have a final check over with my editors. Here is a yet-to-be-coloured sneak peak of Vincent's back story, as thanks for the support from my followers, and fellow ww1fiction artists & writers! 🥰 For anyone new to the Ottoway project, here is my web page.

#ottoway #ww1 fiction #original comic #vincent odinkirk #austerlitz von ravenmark #konigsberg #east prussia #pen and ink #digital #artist on tumblr #twentieth century

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jc-martin-og · 7 months

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"The Godspeed Messenger"

The sky stretched out before me in a deep blue expanse. As I flew, my eyes do no more than scanning the ground below, looking for messages to deliver as I hope not to fall like the others.

Even if my wings ache from my endless flight, I constantly look for safety, but the sky is filled with nothing but danger. I dutifully carry their messages through the turbulence of war.

In every beat of my puny heart, meant that something was reaching those who needed it desperately. A task I was forced to carry, even if the danger was ever-present.

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All I remember is that I was deprived from my freedom and sent vulnerable to face in a struggle of men by myself. Always as a carrier of secrets and words, a messenger of peace from one hand, but a messenger of death sometimes.

I’ve been swept away and asked to bring news of loss and death countless times, that I wish for a gentle hand to free me from this immaterial cage I fly every time.

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But alas, I cannot escape from this tragedy of chaos and despair. My wings yearn for freedom, a dance in the air, and a return home I’m not so sure I could even fulfil.

Across the desolate, darkened skies, over hell itself that men kind has brought upon these lands. Bodies lay strewn, nameless and forgotten. Their eyes now forever closed, gone is their hope for peace. Left in its wake only for sorrow and despair.

I turn away and fly, my heart heavy stays with grief. But I mustn't falter from my current mission, for I must allow to one more broken soul to live on.

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The sky full of carnage is, and so is the grown below, from the symphonic clash of bombs and guns. I flap my wings, watching with admiration as the destruction of nature consumed the world below me.

I never imagined that for my eyes, destruction could be so frightfully beautiful sometimes. But man’s war had shrouded the land in darkness, so I flew on, for my guidance from the heavens above has allowed me to live another day, in this hellish ground.

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I hunch in my cage once the message is done, alone and afraid for my next affair to be here soon. I know the endless struggle will tomorrow call for my fate.

Through the bars I can see sky again, but I know I must eventually return afraid. My wings are a reminder of a life of freedom no longer mine, instead a symbol of mastery in war that I have delivered for endless miles.

I dream of taking a Godspeed flight, out of dread once again, as far away from this life as I can get. But I worry that my wings one day to turn broken and featherless, to never ever feel the sun in a soar of freedom, high in the air.

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But despite the gnawing fear, there is a glimmer of hope in my heart, that one day they’ll let me untied to their insanity and I’ll fly far away.

That one day men will feel my freedom again, and the world that vanished in disgrace, will be safely discovered once more in full bloom peace.

Original date of publication: 31/03/2023 Made using MediBang

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whentheuhhr · 3 months

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i forgor to post this here but i drew this guy from a roblox WWI game, yeah

yeowch

#art #digital art #creepy art #beginner artist #austro hungary #roblox #ww1 fiction #OOGLY BOOGLY #YREOOOOOWCH #alfred

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radioactivesodabottle · 6 months

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oh to be a WW1 soldier- too young to join but eager to serve for his country because of rampant nationalism and peer pressure, excited to "fight the good fight" and get justice for his homeland, wearing a uniform two sizes too big, quickly thrown into basic combat training where he makes his lifelong friends (If they don't die in battle) and they get along like a house on fire,soon after he's shown the horror and terror that was trench warfare with friends dying off like flies but there's too little time to mourn, and even with the comfort of starry nights and his bestfriend there is fear in his very bones, on and on and on until he sits on a rumbling car that he knows is going towards his doom, driving past piles of coffins he knows is meant for them, but his bestfriend looks him in the eye and he knows he'll be okay, he knows that he and his bestftiend (and maybe a little bit more, if they had enough time, but there never would be) would be togther and that would be enough, and it was enough untill the last thing he see's is the gloom and utter dread that was no mans land, with spots in his eyes and slow breathing and the last thing on his mind was smog, gunpowder and the fading thought that he and his bestfriend would make it out of the great war alive

#ww1 #ww1 fiction #i guess #all quiet on the western front #im mentioning it #such a good book #trench warfare #how do i even tag this

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theworldofwars · 4 months

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German troops toasting the Happy New Year of 1918 in their billet. The message on the boards reads: "Kameraden trinkt im Osten schon für Frieden winkt" - translated to: "Comrades in the East already drink for peace".