trash-monkey

[trash-monkey]

The gun, the smoke, the mute

Chapter 3

When I wake up only to see I'm still in 1919 and Small Heath I simply give a sad frustrated sigh before pushing onward by putting my modern clothes into the fireplace before throwing in a lite match, I watch them burn for a moment knowing I have already passed the 'no point of no return' and got to mopping up the pool of water I have forgotten about until I accidentally step in it with my socks on.

'I'll rather have Thomas as a ally then an enemy'

I thought to myself as I get ready to do my planned exercise regiment knowing I'm probably not even doing it right but I have nothing else at the moment so it'll have to do until I can get something better, I decided an hour should do for the time being which I took many breaks and was out of breath many times but knowing my survival depends on it helped a lot to push me through it. So by the end I'm huffing and puffing with sweat pouring, once I got what breath I could get back I pill off the tank top and shorts after filling the tub just enough to wash the sweat off before putting on my clean clothes, I recut and rebandage my neck as the last detail. Then I finally I make myself a simple breakfast of a few slices of bread after making sure it was good and some water knowing if I done this before doing my regiment I'll likely to throw it back up and that won't do me any good.

"How the fuck dose pounds work?" I mumbled to myself as I gathered all the money I can find in the house which is mostly coins and one large note, knowing it'll be rare for me to get another note I hide it in a small box which I put it behind a board in the wall of the pantry.

Figure out where or when in timeline

Get job

Knife for protection

Check out the Chinese business (might get job there if no job by then)...

I made a quick checklist of what I need to get done frost of everything when I returned to the desk and hide it inside a drawer once I'm done making it, after rechecking that the rubber collar is covering the bandages I put a note pad and pencil into my vest pocket before slipping on my over coat and poor-boy cap over my messy hair before stepping out into the world of 1919 for the first time. Not only I keep my head down I stay close to the shadows the best I can without being suspicious, knowing the best way to survive here I needed to know this streets like the back of my hand so I have decided to explore them regularly until I know every little crack in the wall and hopefully luck is on my side that I won't accidentally meet any of the Shelby's yet.

When stumbling upon the street with the Garrison is sitting on I immediately spy Jeremiah preaching up and down the street, now knowing the rough area where it is now I immediately walked away.

For the first day I mostly got lost so I didn't return to the house until way after dark and at least I didn't bump into anyone yet but I still don't know exactly where on the timeline I am on, with a heavy sigh I slip off the over coat and hang it back up by the front door. After re-cutting and banding the cut on my neck I take a peek out of the window that's facing the street and stare at the house across as I slip off the suspenders, knowing exactly which window is Thomas's.

A low light flicker behind the thin white curtains and I immediately can tell from his shadow that Thomas is getting ready for bed as well, I can vaguely see him taking a seat on the edge of the bed and smoking in the opium he has to use to get some sleep now after the war. Humming I drop the king rubber collar onto the night stand before slipping into bed, not bothered to take my clothes off and let sleep take me once again.

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[trash-monkey]

LETTERS

Letter 5

Summary: It's 1917 and you decide to write to a random man in the war hoping what words you give can him will help him, although no response back you continue to send letters and doing this you never have expected this nameless man to fall for your words.

"I have no fear of death as death is my friend" - Thomas Shelby

Panting heavily, Thomas throw the pickaxe forward with as much force as he can in the small space but only to slowly chip away at the rock dirt wall before him as Arthur is beside him doing the same all the while with sweat pouring only making the dirt cling to their clothes and skin like war paint, Danny is behind them move the dirt out of the way.

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Behind them the sounds of feet planting onto the ground echos through that darkened man made tunnel before hearing a voice calling to them at the exit.

"SWITCHING TIME!!" Immediately both men drop their pickaxes before crawling after Danny down the tunnel and up the wooden ladder, moving quickly to get of the way of the other Sappers heading in. The high sun blinded them as soon as they surface from underground for the time in hours, their shift switches 12 at night and ends 12 at noon.

"Fucking hell" Arthur groaned and cussed at the sun as we all stretched out from being cramped into the tunnel.

"Hit the mess hall boys" Thomas rolled his eyes at the soldier as him and the other two head over to the mess hall, after briefly washing their hands and face the best they could from the barrels of rain water around the encampment before getting into the food line.

"This slop again?" Author questioned as they sit down.

"Better then nothing so shut your trap and just eat" Thomas stats as he digs into the food without hesitation while secretly glances around for the mail runner, his heart beats a little faster when finally seeing the familiar young man coming over and dropping off a letter but it sinks when it's has Polly's hand writing on it.

"No letter?" Arthur questions when seeing the disappointed look in his brother's eyes although subtle to others but he knows brother.

"No" Thomas answered simply and immediately dropping it although his heart is filling with worry for this faceless woman, for days he waited for a letter which is making him more anxious and irritable to anyone that isn't his brothers or friends. When a letter finally comes a week after the usual time he can feel his heart beating in worry and relief, this is a sign she's alive. Luckily on his part he had mastered the poker face but that doesn't count the slight tremble in his fingers when finding the letter in the pile handed to him by the mail runner, been waiting for it long enough Thomas throws the other letters to Arthur and ignored his food as he opens the letter.

Thomas,

Although I have been rised and lived in Small Heath all my life, I do remember as a child when my parents would pack up a few packs to last us a few days to a week and when we're all finally ready we'll hit the road, walking all the way to the outer lands of Birmingham where there's no people for miles upon miles. I remember the warm sunny days running through the hillsides and fields, watching insects fly around or any bug crawling across the ground thinking the world was such magical place to be in.

I would love to live here

I had thought as me and parents have lunch underneath the ancient Field Maple tree but the day I thought that was the last time I ever seen the tree for a very long time as the next few days after returning home my parents where killed in a robbery, I was passed around here and there of my relatives around in Small Heath. The point I'm getting at is that at the point of writing this letter I have finally returned to the ancient tree I once visited as a child after weeks of preparation, had lost my factory job but I'll write about that another time, and I'm really glad I have done so as I didn't know how much I have came to missed the clean air and sky until I'm here again. I know it's strange but it feels like I have finally returned home after all these years away, I was surprised to see many Heather, Forget-me-nots, Lavender, and many other things growing around the field.

After setting up my camp underneath the still standing ancient Field Maple tree I have picked many of the flowers, lucky I had thought of bringing a book with me so now I can press and preserve them a while longer. I even pressed a few for you and for anyone wishing to have one as well, I'm sorry for the week or so delay as sending this letter out has to wait until I'm back in Small Heath again.

|A few presses flowers are taped here|

Sincerely

(Your name)

Pressed flowers fall onto the mess hall table when Thomas unfolded the letter and very gently he picks one up, holding it underneath his nose smelling the fragrance and hillsides breeze he knows so well. Wondering if the place she's talking about is the same one he's thinking of as he too played there with his brothers as a child when his mother brings them to the country side when visiting her gypsy side of the family and he too can imagine a little cottage by the tree, a place where the world is muffled and distant.

"Flowers?" Completely confused and in awe Arthur reaches over gently taking one which Thomas doesn't stop him before taking a sniff at it himself causing him to smile.

"Never thought I would miss the smell of these flowers" Arthur chuckled as he hands one to Danny as well which he gives Arthur a awkward smile and a nod in thanks, the flower must remained him of his wife and children back home but the two brothers doesn't say anything about it.

"There many things we never thought we'll miss." Thomas stated as he folded the letter back up and into the envelope with what pressed flowers are left, into the bundle of letters in his waist band.

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[trash-monkey]

What The Hell Is This Mess!!

Chapter 8

"Fucking stupid" Hanma hissed at himself for not using his Blood Maledict when shooting the guy with a arrow as we running through the forest but with Draken injured and loosing blood fast is slowing us down, luckily Sanzu's favored terrain speed is helping a lot but not enough as the Moon Madness wolves are getting closer to us.

"Shit, one arrow left" Hanma hissed again as he only brought four arrow with him for hunting.

"I'm the fastest with my favored terrain speed but Draken is injured and would take longer to get to the village, you don't have a close ranged weapon!" Sanzu commented.

"Draken, hand me your Great axe although I can't use it to it's full potential I can still use it to defend myself and plus it's some weight off of him." Once Hanma put his bow on his back Draken hands his axe over to him before Hanma and Sanzu stops running to face the on coming pack of Moon Madness wolves, giving Draken time to alert the village. Each quickly hides their frame behind a tree listening closely as the wolves closing the distance fast which Hanma and Sanzu looks at each other nodding before throwing themselves at the nears wolf to them that appears round the trees, Hanma use the weight of the great axe to his advantage and let it slam the blade into the wolf's back instantly paralyzing it with a yelp as Sanzu throws himself onto another wolf's back rolling to get it onto it's back which he uses his short bladed Katana with speed to gut it before it had the chance to get back up.

Darken pants heavily as he jogs as fast as he can with blood flowing down his back causing his shirt to stick to the fresh wound and the sounds of the other two fighting fades the farther he gets, the jogging is causing his blood to flow faster so now it's streaming down the back of his legs but dispite this he continues on. Using tress not only to lean on but for more leverage and push himself forward trying to go faster, wanting to get to the village faster to warn them and when I finally stumbled out of the treeline behind the Chief's house I throw myself through the back door.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Yara screams for her life when seeing a bloody Draken stumbling in and slumping against the wall before sliding down to the floor leaving a streak of blood on the wall, immediately the kids runs in only to scream too at the sight.

"Glade, go your Papa!" Yara yelled as she runs over to Draken and dropping to her knees which Glade books it out of the house.

"Ione, med kit now!" Draken groans in pain when Yara helps him off the floor and into the living room.

"What happen?" She questions as she gently sits him down onto a foot stool and pills his shirt off, both Draken and Yara hissed.

"Moon Madness wolves, a whole pack of them and they're coming this way." Yara stops at hearing this as Ione jogs in with their first aid kit and the Chief bust into the house with his eldest son behind him, he stomps into the living room when seeing Draken.

"Draken, where Sanzu and Hanma?" Yara questions him

"They're buying us time." Draken says although his mind is else where watching the other two fighting for a moment through the hive mind link and even though he feels pain like no other he wants to go back, to fight with them.

"Yara, quickly stitch me up." Draken gently demanded.

"Do it." Seeing the hot flames in his eyes the Chief nods to his wife to do as Draken have asked and with her husbands approval Yara got to work as fast as she can without being too sloppy.

"Glade, warn the others and gather a team of fighters!" The Chief demand as he power walks from the living room and into his office where Draken can hear glass breaking.

BARK! BARK! GROWL! BARK! GROWL!

The Moon Madness wolves bark at the base of the tree that Sanzu and Hanma had climbed up to get a moment to think, both pant heavy as they have kill two or three wolves each but they never seem to end.

"Plan quickly" Sanzu panted out as he leans against the tree trunk with sweat on his forehead making his long pink hair stick to his face.

'Hanma: we only have skinner and baker level 1s and what knowledge we have of fighting what we've seen on tv, we also been practicing but we're nowhere near prefect.'

Hanma takes a deep breath to settle his racing heart and his heavy breathing as his back leans against the tree.

'Hanma: Sanzu can hop over to another tree to divide the number of wolves and give us more room without worrying about accidentally hurting each other but it'll only bring more risk to the both of us if we split up. Sanzu has his short Kanata as he lost his small daggers from his bracers when a wolf has knocked the short Kanata out of his hand and had to use the daggers to get himself free to get his Kanata back, I had to drop my bow to be able to move around more freely as I'm saving the last arrow for that old bastard so I only have the heavy great axe that belongs to Draken.'

Hanma thoughts over the actions they can take as quickly as he can without missing anything.

'Hanma: I'm bigger then Sanzu so I can act like a shield/tank taking out what I can and Sanzu gets what I've missed.'

Hanma looks at Sanzu as he's sitting on a branch over and nods, signing this is the plan they will go with. With a deep breath Hanma drops down from his branch and letting gravity make the rised great axe hit harder the he can make it, slicing the wolf under him in half while also breaking his fall and it's blood splatter onto Hanma's person. The blood on his face makes his golden eyes seem like their glowing in determination and the will to survive as the great axe swing through the air with all his might knocking the air out of a wolf allowing Sanzu to quickly came upon it before it can get it's standing again, killing it by cutting its throat half way through.

'Hanma: if I survive this I'm picking up a sword or become so skilled at the bow I can fight like Legolas'

Quickly as fast as Hanma can he swings the great axe into a wolf that was about to pounce onto Sanzu cause more blood to be slipped onto Hanma's clothes and skin, not that Sanzu is any better. But before Sanzu can attack a wolf behind Hanma knocked him down onto the ground by throwing it's whole body into him which knocked the air out of Hanma's life.

"AAAAAAA!" Hanma screams bloody murder when the wolf bites into his left shoulder and quickly another one bites into his right leg, Sanzu is busy with more wolves on his end but suddenly everything freezes as Kesor pops in Hanma's view with a frown and looks she's about to cry.

"Congratulations! Every time your near death you get Death Toll wheel!" She sniffed hard but snot still rolls from her nose as she spins a large wheel that appears next to her, I only see that it has abilities, animals, and weapons on it but what caught my eyes is the big black section that has death written on it making it have a higher rate of getting it. With a shaky hand as big tears fall Kesor spins the wheel hard, immediately holding our breath when the wheel slow down near death but we sigh in relief when it actually landed on Fiendish Hyeny.

Fiendish Hyeny

Large fiend, chaotic evil

Armor class: 12 (natural armor)

Hit points: 45

Speed: 50ft

Str. Dex. Con. Int. Wit. Cha

18(+4) 13(+1) 15(+2) 7(-2) 12(+1) 10(+0)

Skills: perception +3

Damage resistants: cold, fire, lighting

Damage immunities: poison

Senses: darkvision 60ft, passive perception 13

Language: none

Rampage

When the hyena reduces a creature to 0 hit points with a melee attack on its turn, the hyena take a bonus action to move up to half its speed and make a biting attack.

Actions:

Bite: melee weapon attack; +6 to hit, 5ft reach, one target, hit: 13 piercing damage

After reading the page of the Hyeny and closing it a notification immediately popped into my vision.

Notification:

Dice Actived, roll!

I watch as a dark moon dreamscape dnd dice drops into Kesor tiny hand as a number 6 hangs in the air to show that I need to get it or higher, her hands shakes as she looks at me knowing if this attacks doesn't land Hanma might dead today.

"It's ok, take a deep breath and roll sweetheart." I gently tell her hoping to easy her nerves so she can roll which she takes a deep breath and give the dice a kiss, she shakes her hand before throwing the dice into the air. It lands in the middle of the air like it's a table and roll many times which we hold our breath again, it seems luck is on my side today as it's lands perfectly on a six.

"YESS!" Kesor dances happy as the HUD disappeared and everything unfreezes, immediately pain hits me once again from the Moon Madness wolf chomping onto my shoulder as a simple collar with a blank name tag suddenly rolls and lands on the dirt before my face, suddenly we all hear a animal like laugh getting close to us as the wolf pulled on my shoulder causing me to scream in pain.

Warning:

To become friends with the Hyena and stopping it from killing allies place collar on!

The warning flashed before my eyes as the hyena steps out from the bushes with a growl with its eyes locked on me and the wolf since we're the closest to it, immediately I warp my arms around the wolf's head when the hyena charged at us and use the wolf as a shield.

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A/N: I used a real wheel and dice so I didn't choose!

[trash-monkey]

The Special Doctor (Rewrite)

Chapter 2

Although my eyes are reading the words on the pages of the book I can still hear the water rocking against the small boat as it sails to my destination and the two chattering away on top of the cabin, making me remember when I meet the two raven brothers.

'London's weather is gloomy as I step out into the light rain around eleven and down the street into London's square carrying my suitcase and satchel as usual, with a sandwich and drink in hand I take a seat on a empty bench under a rain protector so I can eat without my food getting wet from the light rain. Slowly eating at my turkey, chicken, cheese, and lettuce sandwich I do a people watch game I had created to entertain myself during my lunch breaks, I try to predict what a person will do next.

"Hey! That's mine! Give it back you pesky crow!" I'm taken out of my game by someone hissing a few feet away and when I looked I only see two birds fighting over a piece of bread they have found, one of them is a albino raven which is rare.

"I said that's mine!" Hearing someone talking but don't see anyone around got me curious so I stand up and slowly stroll over, being careful not to let them notice me.

"No! My brother needs that!" The black crow flys away with the bread in it's beak when taking notice of me which the albino becomes sad and lowers it's head in defeat as it sighs, I noticed it's more slim then it should be.

"Hello, wait I mean no harm! Please!" My sudden appearance crouching down near scares the albino raven so I take a piece of bread off of my sandwich as a peace offering before scooting back a bit, slowly he comes near to where I had thrown it and takes the piece before moving back quickly.

"Eat it and don't worry I have a whole sandwich to share." I gesture to my sandwich but he still hesitate and cautious to eat it so I take a another large piece of bread and throw it near him, which he finally gobble the piece he had to pick up the larger piece before flying to the sky and with a sad sigh I retake my seat on the public bench.

Three minutes later the albino raven perch himself on the back of the bench I'm sitting on and watches me.

"I'm Edward-" I introduced myself without looking at him as I'm watching the people and just finishing the last bite of my sandwich.

"Heard you fighting that crow-" He interrupted me.

"You're not scared, why?" He whispered looking nervous and a little scared himself.

"Because you are the same as me, a peculiar." I whispered my answer back to him and only giving him a glance.

"Peculiar? What is that? How does that make us the same?" He moves closer to me.

"It's someone with a extraordinary abilities and I see your is to talk in human tongue, mine to put it simple is to rise the dead."

"So there's more like me and my brother out there?"

"Yes, there's one that is a Boston Terrier named Addison, he loves smoking his pipe and he wear goggles." This causes him to go silent in thought while moving to stand on my shoulder.

"Do you have a name?"

"I-I don't have a name" I hold a hand up for him to get on which he does and I moved him to sit on my lap instead.

"Everyone needs a name so how about I give you one, would you like that?"

"I-I w-would love that very much but I have to get back to my brother! He's very sick! And.....I hope you can help him? You were so kind to give me food and your not scared when you realized I can talk!" He rambles on which I gently stroke his feathers to hopefully settle him down for a few moments before standing up with him in my hands.

"I'll see what I can do but I need to see him first." Without another word he leaps from my hands and into the air which I immediately follow him with my satchel and suitcase in toll, I'm lead down an ally a few blocks down from the square.

"Up here" he calls softly from the top of a fire escape on the side of a abandoned building which I make sure my satchel and suitcase are strapped to my body firmly before making the calming up to the top.

"Here" he calls out to me again from a old run down pigeon coop when seeing me coming over the top of the fire escape.'

The view of the port comes in snapping me out of my thoughts which I quickly marked my place in my books and put it back up before standing, Godric and Godwin flys over head to the island.

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[trash-monkey]

Little Brother

Chapter 8

"Takie, lwok froog!" With a goofy smile and giggle after catching the large toad in my hands gently before showing it to Takemitchy which he looks at me in shock at being able to catch and hold the slimy creature without issue, he shiver at the thought of touching it.

"Please put that frog down, Ren" He gently urges me to release the toad back where I found it which I give a little pout before acting like I was going to do so but at the last minute with a little grin I slip the toad into pocket and come back over which Takemitchy helped me back onto the concrete bench.

"You no like froog?" I asked with a tilted head as I settled back down but discreetly being careful not to harm the toad in my pocket.

"I don't as they're so slimy and give you warts if they pee on you." I give a nod understand where he's coming from with his dislike for frogs but before I can told we both her the toad give a crock from my pocket causing me to give Takemitchy a innocent look like I don't have the toad in my pocket

"Ren, you put the toad into your pocket didn't you?" He gives me a questionable look.

"No" I try to lie to him but only for the toad to croak again and try it's best to get out of my pocket, I blush at getting caught in my lie.

"Ca I ke him?" I asked with a pout as I pull him out from my pocket.

"If you keep a hold on it and wait for your brother, you can ask him."

"Ok, cn I plway it him on the ground whi we wai?" I asked before slipping of the bench as I want to play with the toad I have named Charlie.

"Sure but stay where I can see you." I nod before putting the toad onto the concrete and watch it hop away from me which I follow behind while crouching, mimicking it's hopping as my child side takes over.

"Chawliy, where you going?" I called after the toad as he hops through a line of guys of standing and listening to Mikey stalking, I shush a guy when he glanced down to see me follow after the toad which he just blinked and return his attention to Mikey.

"Get back here!" I hissed as I try to caught Charlie as we got passed the lines of uniformed guys and he's leading me out away from them.

"Charlie!" I yelled in panic as something grabbed onto the back my of shirt and stopping me from following after the toad any longer.

"Charlie!" I cried out while watching him hopping farther away and tears begin to fall from my eyes, my childish little heart wants that toad so much.

"Take! Charlie!" I pointed after the toad when I turned my head to see Takemitchy of the one that had stopped me by the collar of my shirt.

"Stay here" Takemitchy sighs before going after the hopping toad although he had trouble he actually got ahold of the toad and gives him back to me with a disgusted face, wiping his hands on his pants.

"Thank you, Take!" My tears dry up as a smile covers my lips and carefully hold Charlie the right way in my hands.

"What you been crying about?" My brother asked while kneeling kneeled down in front of me wiping my dried up tears where me and Take sitting waiting on the stone bench, it's been a few moments since the meeting officially closed.

"Charlie!" I hold the toad up to him which he looks at it in confusion.

"Me almost lost me friend Charlie!" I explained to him which he looks to Takemitchy with a confused expression.

"H-He likes the frog." Takemitchy stutters out when my brother's eyes landed on him and points to Charlie in my hands.

"Can me keep him? Please?" I hesitantly ask him trying my best to give him my best puppy eyes but my tears swell up in my eyes again when he takes Charlie from my hands and sit him down into the concrete, immediately he stops me from grabbing him making me cry louder as he takes me into his arms.

"Me want Charlie!" I cried into his chest as the toad hops away to freedom and I just sob louder.

"Listen, Charlie isn't supposed to be a pet and if he was he'll be in a pet store already." Draken tells me sternly as he makes me look at him.

"But!"

"No buts and that's final, Ren." He immediately interrupted me when I tried to talk and he simply giving me my stuff dragon after pulling it out of my bag, I hug it tightly sniffling and not seeing the disapproving look Mitsuya is giving Brother as he could have done that more gently.

'Plus we don't have room for a pet'

Soon after my crying fit and having calm down Brother takes us back home on his motorcycle.

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[trash-monkey]

Tasheylu (Remake)

(v) a bond, a neutral connection

Chapter 7

Danm, this stuff is very complicated and one wrong move can kill me." I chuckled to myself while I stop pause Alex from reading the files on the Avatar program to me as it's a very fascinating subject on how these people made this technology but still have a shitty generator is beyond me, probably because they haven't explore space like my people have.

"Tawtute? Tawtute?" I hear the native call me around noon sometime and immediately recognized the word he continues to associate with me but I don't know if that's good or bad, I stand up and wipe my brow with my tank top before throwing the tool in my hand into the tool box before leaving to greet the native outside after pausing Alex from reading the scanned documents. Back home on the station we have a communicator to help us speak with the many different species that resides on the station but this planet and it's people are unknown to us so the communicator can't help as it doesn't have the language documented, I'm going to have learn it the old fashioned way which helps a lot that he already knows some English as that makes things a little easier for the both of us.

"heyn (sit)" The native pointed to the opposite side of him from where he's crouching on the cracked concrete with a basket by him after I had greeted him but he ignored it so with a glance at his flying creature sitting by my ship I sit down where he pointed, he put some kind of fruit on the concrete between us.

"Fruit, Mauti" The native pointed to it and I immediately understand he's trying to teach me his language, reluctantly I suppose as he too is disliking the language barrier between us.

"Mauti is Fruit?" I asked hoping I'm getting the pronunciation correct which he nods and begins to teach me the words he knows in English, each day since then he'll randomly show up and makes me to sit through his lessons until he gets so frustrated that he leaves mumbled underneath his breath.

"Nrai" I said the pronunciation wrong which he hisses and gives me a little smack on the head.

"Nari (eye)" he points to his eyes while stretching out the pronunciation of the word.

"Nari" I finally got it as I gesture to my own eyes which he gives a nod before continuing on with another word, when lessons are done I got back to work on the generator which a few times I have fallen asleep by it when I refuse to return to the ship and determined to get it done as I don't know how long the running one will last.

"Tangek?" Like always I pay attention very closely when he comes to teach me as I already witness his thin patience of me and this time we're not sitting on the concrete for today's lesson, when I went to sit he takes me by the head slightly roughly and pulls me to the forest for a stroll for visual help in teaching his language to me.

"Tangek (truck of a tree)" He nods while gently slapping the truck of the tree before continuing on, today he's surprisely tolerant of me as I jog to keep up with his massive form.

"Na'rìng" he gesture to our surroundings of the forest.

"Na'rìng is forest and forest is Na'rìng?" I questioned which I'm sure is bothering him greatly but I do so there isn't any misunderstanding or any mistakes, it's slow process.

"Yes! Fucking hell yes!" I yelled as I jumped and do a silly dance when the generator kicked into action, running smoothly which completely surprised me as I thought it'll bang and quiet or explode on me.

"That's two out of four working now" I mumbled to me as I stroll around the compound making sure nothing is on fire or catching fire but it seems luck is on my side for the moment, since I already fix one hopefully fixing the other two shouldn't be that hard now. The first room I have come into have all the computers on full power now and with the small medical room close to the labs, I quickly throw myself into a chair and type wildly at the key board to dig up anything information I haven't read seen yet.

"Alex when you download the files, did you get everything?" I asked wondering if the low power made a blockage on the computers.

"No, not all as I was only able to get the public records at the time but with power back on fully for the computers I should be able to get more this time but I believe there will be a lot of restricted area I won't be able to access. Do you wish for me to locate the master hard drive to pass this?" Just as I expected so I plug in the small flash drive from the hologram touch-screen watch and into the USB port.

"Yes, locate it."

"Sir, do you also wish for me to download the Na'vi language?"

"Definitely, put all the files we get into a folder named Na'vi." I stated as I nosey around on the computer for the moment.

"Of course Sir."

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[trash-monkey]

Letters

Letter 4

Summary: It's 1917 and you decide to write to a random man in the war hoping what words you give can him will help him, although no response back you continue to send letters and doing this you never have expected this nameless man to fall for your words.

"Why not" - Thomas Shelby

With a light slap a envelope is smacked onto the worn table of the mess hall by the young mail runner before he quickly runs off to deliver more, Thomas barely glance at the retreating boy as he eats only giving the envelope the same glance leaving it to sit there until he's done and knowing by the handwriting who's it from.

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Suddenly the dull butter knife is sticking out of the wooden mess hall table when out of the corner of Thomas eyes he saw his brother Arthur reaching for the letter and thinking he's being sneaky but Thomas saw so an inch away from his fingers he stabbed the butter knife into the table as a warning, although the corners of his lips curled up in amusement at his older brother antics.

"Ookk" Arthur mumbled underneath his breath in the tone of 'not doing again' as he retreated and sit back into his seat, this reaction from Thomas only farther his burning curiosity about this mysterious woman that's writing to him as Thomas completely stop reading Aunt Polly or Ada's letters leaving it to him to do it.

"You not going to read it so might as well stop staring." Thomas stated as finish the meal when noticing Arthur eyeing the letter throughout the rest of dinner.

"Killjoy" Arthur mumbled again only causing Thomas to gin knowing it's true. Later that night when it's time for the sappers to be switched out for a rest and sleep Thomas pulled out the letter from the growing stack some time after the boys went to sleep in their cots, turned the lamp on low but enough to read by he finally opened it.

Dear Thomas Shelby,

Although bad timing but I decide to begin reading Art of War in my spear time before bed as reading is a hobby of mine and always dreamed of having a whole library filled with them if I was rich enough, the wording of the book causing me a hard time to understand it making me reread the page a time or two for my brain to finally understand what I being said. Like many here in Small Heath I only have the basic education from the public school provides, reading,writing, and a little bit of math is all I retain from my childhood schooling.

I wonder if you like books? If so I would like to know which one have captured your heart some day.

During my childhood I hated reading like any other child as not only I was forced to read them but the books wasn't anything interesting truly until in my teen years when I stumbled upon a book and had fallen in love with it, in literature. Ever since then words have became different in my eyes more beautiful and a door way to words beyond our existence, worlds beyond our imagination.

I have heard that knowledge is power then doesn't that make our minds the greatest weapon of the human race? Despite the weapons that comes from the same place?

Although my life isn't perfect as no life is perfect I won't change it, simple things reminds us what truly matters in the world just like the bad side of things in life. Where life is death will always follow no matter where or what as nature will always be king, death hurts to remind us life is the most precious things we can hold to our hearts. I like to believe that when one of our love ones pass they'll somewhat return to us in some ways, our child or children, or animals that comes to us.

There I go again, rambling on and on in nonsense which I wonder at times if you can actually follow along with it or not?

As I was saying before, The Alchemist by H.P Lovecraft is the book I had fallen in love with.

Sincerely

(Your name)

Quickly he puts the letter back into the envelope and back into the stack in his waist band, after the lamp is off again he lays back down on his cot and staring at the ceiling of the tent with a small smile. He closed his eyes and imagine her voice whispering the words of the letter in his ear as he falls asleep.

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The Gun, The Smoke, The Mute

Chapter 2

Snip.Snip.Sinp

Snip

Clunk

Scissors are thrown into the bathroom sink that's already filled with long strands of hair that the scissors have clipped off before a roll of bandages is grabbed off the toilet where it was laid with some men clothes and a switch blade, with a deep sigh I'm shaky hands are forced to be steady before beginning to warp the long bandage around my chest tightly and although not liking the tight feeling I know I'll get use to it. Moving on to the second task but more dangerous I take the switch blade and flick it open before I can second guess or doubt myself I cut a thin line across my throat, I gasped immediately with instinct and fear a hand takes a hold of my throat but to my relief no shower of blood pours out. Removing my hand to see bearly broken skin and blood from the switch blade.

'A little deeper'

I take a moment for my hands to settle again knowing one wrong move I'll be dead on the floor bleeding out, with a breath I make a cut again but a deeper making some bleed to bead out of the line made which I quickly bandage it with gauze and another roll of bandages from inside the bathroom mirror. Looking in the mirror I can already see myself disappearing although slowly and I know in the end I'll probably won't be able to recognized myself anymore but anything to survive, I guess. Although I'm not street ready in appearance yet but I need to get use to the clothing and layers of this era quickly so I put on a white button up shirt with 2-3 inch cuffs, grey trousers that are high waisted and held up by spenders, a black vest with a over coat but don't need it on at the moment, I slip on a rubber collar I believe to be a king style, and after putting on some long socks I put on what to believe to be Storm calls 'Victon' shoes.

"Wow" I'm completely surprised when seeing myself in the mirror again now completely disguised but many of my feminine features are still seeable making me look like a young boy just bearly hitting his teens, I'll be needing a exercise routine to build up muscle hopefully to dull my feminine features to match my actual age. Stepping out of the lower level bathroom I stroll into the parlor and take a seat at the desk where I begin to figure out my exercise plan which I decided to include hand to hand combat knowing I'll definitely need it but experience is different then knowledge, before getting involved with Peaky Blinders as I know something will clash us together if I want it to or not.

'The god damn slang too'

I sighed as my shoulders deflat when I just remembered about the slang difference as well but I guess I can say I've been away to America for too long and have forgotten a lot of it, also I need to figure out where I am in the timeline.

'If I'm before the timeline and disguised well I might beat Grace to the bar job, it'll get me close to the Peaky Blinders yet at the edge out of their reach.'

Even though it's very risky to do after figuring out my exercise plan I begin to write down what I remember on paper writing it upside down and backwards for a little more protection, on another paper I write down possibles I can do.

1.) Enter underground fighting ring for experience but very likely to be found out and Peaky Blinders doesn't attention to it until second season.

2.) Could kill Billy Kimberly before he shots Danny dead, he'll be a good assist to Thomas later on, to do that I'll need rifle to be hidden from everyone which I probably can buy one somewhere without police knowing but it'll be expensive for the description of it.

3.) Can leave a nice tip off to Thomas where Grace meets Campbell? But she'll need to work at the Garrison

4.) If I take the job at Garrison how will Grace come in? Will she still come in and work beside me in the pub or will she find another way to spy on Thomas? Will Charlie exist?

5.) Need money but where to work? Garrison, the factory, ect.

6.) work on being quiet in all aspects as it'll help to be in the shadows of the Peaky Blinders as there won't be any attention on me.

7.) maybe Save Thomas one ass beating so he can't be under Campbell's or any ones thumb.

8.).....

'In the end Thomas was alone.....'

I think back on how the show ended and wonder if I'm able to change it without losing myself in the process or will it turn out to be the same, I glanced at the window instinctively but do a double take when seeing how dark it is so I got up and take a look at the wall clock in the kitchen to see if eight sixteen. After letting the ink dry for a moment I fold the paper up and hide them behind the painting that I like, it's a large grassy field with a mountain in the background as a lady having a picnic on a white sheet. I returned to the bottom level bathroom and carefully removed the bandage from around my neck to see it barely started scabbing up, I take the switch blade from my pocket I have slipped in earlier today and flick it open once again.

After remaking the cut and re-bandaging it I step into what I guessed earlier is Vesper's room, removing my best and slip the spenders off with the shoes I lay down on the bed.

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LETTERS

Letter 3

Summary: It's 1917 and you decide to write to a random man in the war hoping what words you give can him will help him, although no response back you continue to send letters and doing this you never have expected this nameless man to fall for your words.

"Once you experienced something for the first time you'll never get that innocent feeling back." - Thomas Shelby

Arthur carefully climbs the wooden ladder down deep into the earth and crawling through the pitch black tunnel, he give a relief sigh when the dark lightens up by the oil lamps at the end of the tunnel where Thomas and Danny are digging.

"Tommy, you got another letter from 'her'." Arthur pulls out the crumple letter from the waist of his pants which Thomas drops the shovel to take the letter before crawling over to where the oil lamp is hanging in the low hanging tunnel, Arthur take his place and continue to dig with Danny.

Dear Thomas Shelby,

Today I have tried something completely new to me as a friend offer it to me to have when they were suddenly called back to work as we were on our break which it was coffee and yes I have never tried it until now, don't call me silly or living underneath a rock for that. It was straight black and immediately I didn't like it when taking a drink as it was so bitter on my tongue so I pour a little bit of sugar in which made it more bearable but I still didn't like it, not wanting to waste it despite my dislike I forced myself to drink it all which I had to almost regret when a bust of energy sudden hit me at the end of my shift at work.

I haven't felt that good in a long time and acted like a hyper child on the way home which I took the long way so by the time I finally opened my door I'm crashing into my bed, feeling so drained that I immediately had fallen asleep.

Even though I had slept all the way to midnight I have decided to buy some coffee the next day for when I need the energy on my sleepless nights which are sadly constant most of my life but luckily I never stay up more then one night and day, I had wondered if you liked coffee or are you a tea person instead?

I must apologize as this letter isn't long but I hope it still serves its purpose like usual and this or any letter I send reaches you, giving you hope of returning home.

I hope you like my little gift.

Sincerely

(Your name)

Once again a tiny smile curles up at the corner of his lips as he turns over the envelope pouring a small handful of coffee beans into his palm which he roll them around before taking one and examining it closely, holding it up to his nose to inhale the rich earthy aroma. His eyes instinctively close as his mind returns to a distance memory of home to the busy dirty loud streets of Birmingham.

'"Hahahaha" a young Thomas, Arthur and John are running down the street after finally being let out of school for the day as they have sit at their desk for long hours of learning, soon they're running into their house.

"Hello Father!" Thomas is the first one to greet their father as he's place on his usual arm chair drinking a hot cup of coffee that it's scent fills the whole house, he just got off of work for the day himself and just grabbed the newspaper.

"Hello Thomas" A aged looking man with a thick mustache smiles at the boy despite how tired he looks.'

Coffee always reminded him of his father no matter what kind it was and although he's a tea drinker himself he puts one of the coffee beans into his mouth and immediately the bitterness hits his tongue which he chews slowly appreciating the bittersweetness of it.

'"Thomas, one of these days me or your mother won't be here anymore and when that happens I want you to take care of your brothers."'

When he's mother passed away it changed his father for the worst and trying to put run the pain it has left inside him, gambling or whoring around.

"Thomas?" Arthur bring him back to the present and back to the dreaded war, the dark hole him and others are thrown in to dig.

"I'm good" Thomas put the letter and coffee beans back into the envelope before into the stack of growing letters bundle, sticking it into his waist once again and got back to work.

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Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Last update: 3/17/25

LETTERS: 1 2

The gun, The smoke, The mute: 1

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Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Last update: 3/17/25

Tokyo revengers:

One Thing Ends While Another Begins: 1 2 3

Wildgrove Village: 1 2

The Endless Sea: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Dog House: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Re-Living: 1 2 3

Little Brother: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Ran's Little Dragon: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Evigheden Academy: 1

Ethereal: 1

What The Hell Is This Mess!: P 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

A Sunrise Is A New Day!: 1 2 3 4 5

Dead Man Walking: 1

Polychromatic: 1 2

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LETTERS

Letter 2

Summary:

It's 1917 and you decide to write to a random man in the war hoping what words you give can him will help him, although no response back you continue to send letters and doing this you never have expected this nameless man to fall for your words.

"Life is a bitch but I'm determined to put a bullet between the fuckers eyes" - Thomas Shelby

With a heavy sigh Thomas takes a seat at a long table in the mess hall tent and rub his whole face with a dirty hand but he doesn't mind it one bit, it doesn't take long for Arthur and Danny to come over to where he sits after getting their own tray of food. Not even after two minutes of eat and chatting the young mail runner gose in looking around for someone but once his eyes landed on Thomas's back he immediately matched out and without a word he laid the mail by his tray before leaving.

"What does Polly and Ada say?" Arthur questioned while watching Thomas shuffle through the mail between bites which he only gives Arthur a glance before freezing at the sight of another letter from the mysterious woman, immediately Thomas hands the letters from Polly and Ada to Arthur before carefully opening it.

Dear Thomas Shelby,

Like I have said in my last letter things here in Small Heath is still the same gloominess but the fog is heavier with depression and hopelessness which we're coming to be accustomed to although we wish not to, many us now working women can feel it but don't dare to say anything about it out of fear of the worse happening. The quietness is still on going despite our best efforts to march forward with our lives but not matter what we do there's a empties we can not fill until our men returns home, the sky continues to remind us of this harshly with its long last grayness which is darker than usual now days.

The world seems to weep and wail at this war, the killing as lighting storms happenes almost every night.

|Newspaper clipping is glued here|

[A Sad Burning!

^A black and white picture of the remains of a burned house^

I am sad to inform that a house in the quieter part of Small Heath has burned down quietly in the night without a notice and around 7 this morning a neighbor had finally noticed black smoke and saw the remains of what was a house in the distance, sadly Emma Evans along with her two sons Ethan and Fred was found in the ashes of the house. The cause of the fire is still undetermined at this moment.]

It's sad that the good people goes first but I guess that's for the best as they're too good for this crazy and mess up world we live in constantly, despite the pain at least it ain't boring. Work is going slow as usual although there's a urgency in the air while working pushing us to go faster without being told to do so making me wonder if it's the same with you, what position you hold?

Last night I decided to pour you a glass of whiskey from a bottle I've been saved for hard times like this and hope that somehow you'll receive someday, after a minute of it sitting on the table in front of the chair where I placed it I had to drink it but the gesture counts in the end.

I wish you all the luck you can get, Thomas

Sincerely

(Your name)

Thomas frown deepens when reading the newspaper clipping about the house burning only for the corners of his lips turns up at the mention of you pouring him a glass of whiskey at the end only for Danny to snap him out of the trance he was in.

"That from her again?" Danny asked after a few moments of silence, him and the other two men at the are completely covered in dirt but don't even attempt to wipe it away only for it to return when they return to the tunnels.

"Her? Who?" Arthur immediately question in confusion and curiosity as he looks at the two from the letters he was reading and between eating.

"A woman send him a letter like week but Tommy won't let me read it..." Danny explained to Arthur but shut his mouth when Thomas gives him a glare as he folds the letter back up and back into the envelope which he puts it into the rest of his letters, back into his waist again.

"It's some woman named (Y/n)." Thomas simply stated hoping it'll satisfy their curiosity and stuff asking him about her but it only made them even more curious about her.

"Why is she writing to you? Dose she know who you are back home? Where does she live anyway?" Arthur questioned his brother in wonder on why in the hell a random woman is sending letters to his brother.

"Because she can and wants to." Thomas continues to eat not saying another word and ending these conversation about the woman although questions about her continue to fill his mind no matter how hard he tries to forget her, always hoping for another letter deep inside his heart.

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The gun, the smoke, the mute

Suddenly my eyes shoot open as I gasp for air causing me to cough hard and spit up a little bit, tears filled my eyes at the burning sensation in my throat which only makes me cough even harder. After a minute of my fit my body goes limb against the wooden floor that I didn't know I was laying on as my breathing goes back to normal normal allowing me to notice the pool of water surrounding me while my body is shivering, before confusion came consume me I quickly remember what happened.

'The edges of my vision is blurry but I can see that I'm driving down a black top road before something hits the car and ramming off the bridge I was crossing, I hit the water hard and fast before everything turns black.'

With widen eyes I look around to find myself on the floor in a hallway with dark forest green walls with few pictures hanging which the house is compact and a typical terrace style, my limbs shake as I pushed myself up while water drips from my soaked through clothes and hair. With a hand on the wall to steady myself I slowly wobble, the first room I come to is a simple parlor before entering a small with a coal fireplace and a small pantry in the first floor as the second has a few small bedroom along with a very small bathroom on each level. It's strange that there's no one to be seen yet but I soon find out from snoop around that a woman that looks oddly like me is the owner of this house but I immediately freeze when seeing the date on the calendar in one of the bedrooms.

"1919" I gasped in shock although I had a feeling something wasn't right as everything looked odd and outdated to me, quickly I ran to one of the rooms that have a window to the streets and become breathless at the sight. A dirt road, concrete sidewalks, and connected houses on both sides but in the background I can see the factories blowing smoke into the grey thick clouded sky. I don't know how long I've been standing at this window and staring out at the scene bug-eyed in shock but a figure strolling tall in a fine suit with a peaked cap covering his face as a cigarette hangs between his fingers snaps me out of my trance, with a gasp I quickly moved myself out of the window and against the wall.

"Is that..." I slid down the wall onto my knees and peeked out the window making sure I'm not seeing things, he steps up to a door across the street with a horse shoe on it which he turned to give a look around the street allowing me to see his face underneath the peaked cap and his stunning pale blue eyes

"It is, Thomas fucking Shelby." My body trembles as I lean against the wall as tears filled my eyes.

'I somehow got myself into 1919 where woman are treated like shit and that's not the worst part, I'm in the Peaky Blinders.'

I ugly cry to myself as I curl into a ball but not for long as I know it won't do me any good so I drag myself onto my feet as I have to be strong for myself and went back downstairs, looking around for more information. A few tears still fall from my eyes but I quickly wipe them away to read as I shuffle through the pile of mail on a desk in the parlor and learning her name is Pepper Ever, she receives letters from her only living family member is her brother which he went to America for better work. Sitting the letter I'm reading down to gently pick up the picture frame that's sitting on the desk which is the photo of him and Pepper, they must be twins as they do look a like. I sit it back down and look through the desk drawers only to find what I was hoping for, a journal Pepper writes in.

April, Thursday 6th 1919

I have finally decided to go live with my brother in America as he had written about finally getting good work, pay, and a nice place to live. I've been missing him dearly for the last year or two so I'm packing quickly without notifying anyone in fear they'll try to stop me, using my savings for the ticket........

Her last entry was yesterday and short as she was desperate to leave, to see her brother again so she probably won't be coming around here for a long time or probably never again so I have the house to myself.

'I do look like her...'

My thought trails off as I stare at the photo and when I finally pulled my eyes away a idea pops into my head.

'I have the house, I look like Pepper and I'm in 1919 where women are treated bad....'

I sighed deeply at the thought of disguising myself as Pepper's brother, Vesper.

"Anything to survive" I mumbled to myself before standing up and seeing what's in the kitchen, hoping there's enough to least me a while without having to go out.

"A week at least" I sighed to myself after taking a count of what food the house have before putting it back up in the cupboard and going upstairs to Vesper's room, I looked through his clothes that he left behind and picking out what will fit me as I'm now taking his room for my own. Once that's done I go to the bathroom that's upstairs and search for what I need, scissors, bandages, a blade.

'It's like the world is helping me hide'

I thought as I strip naked in the small bathroom after surprisingly finding what I need which I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror for a while not knowing when I'll see this reflection again.

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 15

I looked around at our surroundings as we walk down to street and the train station all the while clutching the pictures to my chest and Takemitchy has Yara in his other hand so she doesn't have to run along side us all the way to his place, at the train station we stop by a crowd which without a word and instinctively Takemitchy pulled me gently closer to his side.

"Mommy, when we get to your place can I have something to eat?" I ask shyly after gently pulling on his hand that is holding mine.

"Of course!" Takemitchy smiled down at me before guiding me carefully onto the train after it stopped and opened it doors, he help me take seat and trade my pictures for Yara before he takes a seat beside.

"What would you like to eat once we're at my apartment? I must warn you it's messy as I didn't have time to clean a lot of it yesterday." He blushes at hard as the image of his messy apartment appearance in his mind.

"That's ok, I can help clean as I like doing it!" I stated happily as I do like cleaning as long it's not my own things.

"No baby, you don't have to do that for me as it's Mommy's duty to do it myself." I frown with a little nod.

"Ok, I would like some toast?" He ruffles my hair as I pet Yara to keep her clam on my lap as the train started moving.

"Alright, I'll get you some toast once we get there." Takemitchy chuckled lightly as we patiently wait for the right stop but Yara is getting impatient on my lap.

"Yara, settle down girl." I coo at her as I scratch behind her ear making her whine and luckily she settled back down on my lap, when the train stops for the second time Takemitchy helps me off of the seat and guide me out of the train. While walking I glanced around so I'll remember how to to get and from the train station to Takemitchy's apartment, like I expected my from what I've seen on the anime he's apartment is one giant messy.

"Sit here and eat while I clean up." Takemitchy said to me after getting me into the kitchen and fitted my toast for me also hand me a can of soda he had in the fridge, he kissed my forehead before moving into the living room to clean with Yara following behind to be noisy.

"Thank you!" I called out without looking as I take a bite out of a piece of toast and open the soda can after scooting closer to the edge letting my little legs kick as I eat.

"Yara, come now!" I called for her with no room for argument in my tone which she immediately comes running into the kitchen and sit by the chair, staring up at me with what did I do expression.

"Good girl" I praised her while giving her a small piece of my toast as a reward for coming when I called and let her head, I laughed to myself when she immediately scarfed it down.

"You done?" Takemitchy asked when coming into the kitchen again after cleaning the living room for half an hour.

"Yeah" I looked up as after I was done eating I hope of the chair and sit on the kitchen floor to play with Yara while Takemitchy is busy, I nod.

"Yesterday on the way back I stopped by where I usually get my cloth and got you some, hope you don't mind second hand clothes." I stand up when noticing the bag he had in his hand.

"That's ok! Mommy is doing best!" Takemitchy blushes.

"You're a good kid, Dragen." He ruffles my hair which is becoming a habit that I don't mind as he hands over the bag to me so I can go through it, he got me a few shirts with some pants and shirts along with a pair of shoes as there a new pack of underwear for me too.

"Thank you Mommy for the clothes!" I hugged him tightly for the clothes.

"No need to thank me, baby." He coos at me mindlessly as he picks a outfit for me to wear.

"Now that your tummy is full it's bath time for you little man, you need any help?"

"No, I can bath myself Mommy." I take my clothes from his hand.

"The bathroom is right here." Takemitchy opens a door that's tucked away in the corner of the kitchen which I thought leads to a small balcony but instead it's opens up to a tiny room where a washer with dryer and a typical standard blurry glass door, he opens it to a small Japanese style bathroom.

"I'm going to leave this door open, ok" I nod as I lay my new clothes on a upside down empty basket and he hands me a wash pan with a bar of soap before leaving which he left the door open like he said he would as he goes back to cleaning, I slip out of my clothes before opening the glass door.

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Tasheylu (Remake)

(v) a bond, a neutral connection

Chapter 6

The sounds of the forest are alive and undisturbed as Oe (I) slowly creep forward a distance away of a small heard of Yerik (Hexapede) that Oe (I) have track down which is now in my sight, quickly Oe (I) picked one that is a clear view and the most possible shot. So with trained practice Oe (I) lean up as Oe (I) notched an swizaw (arrow) in my ysko (bow) without a sound and pulled back but when a Yerik (Hexapede) finally takes notice of me it's already too late as Oe (I) have already let the swizaw (arrow) lose which hits it mark on the pewn (neck) of the Yerik (Hexapede) and it to fall to the na'rìng (forest) floor, causing the rest of the herd to book it. Immediately Oe (I) ran over and kneel beside the shot Yerik (Hexapede) which Oe (I) laid my tsko (bow) onto the ground before pulling out my tsyokx (hand) crafted knife from it's sheath that's hanging off of my loin clothe.

"Oe ngati kameie tsmukan sì irayo si

Your tirea gose hu Ewya

Your tokx stats behind

Ne slu of the people" Oe (I) gently whispered to the Yerik (Hexapede) before pushing the knife into it's txe’lan (heart) merciful killing the animal instantly and after Oe (I) give a whistle causing a direhorse to come trotting towards me which Oe (I) quickly put the kerusey (dead) Yerik (Hexapede) onto it's back, Oe (I) make tsahaylu before hopping into it's back and head back kelku (home).

"Hello O'ziteh" Oe (I) greeted my prolemuris friend with a large smile as Oe (I) slid off the direhorse which he jumped onto my back from inside of Kelutral (Hometree).

"Careful! You can hurt yourself O'ziteh!" Oe (I) laughed as the prolemuris wildly while hollering in relief as where since the Tawtute (skyperson) incident he's been shaky and won't leave Kelutral (Hometree), even with me.

"I'm ok! See! No injuries!" Oe (I) chuckled and set him on top of the direhorse before getting the kerusey (dead) Yerik (Hexapede) off and when Oe (I) brought it over to the butchering area four little Tapirus comes running out of a hole into the ground Oe (I) have dug for them to be safe from larger predators of the forest.

"Hello! Swizaw, Tseo, Ean, and Seze." Oe (I) greeted the four as they wonder around waiting for some scraps from my taron (hunt) today which One (I) started to cut into the Yerik (Hexapede) which Oe (I) give the organs to the four Tapirus, cooking and eating as much as Oe (I) can before putting what meat Oe (I) didn't eat into a basket.

"O'ziteh, stay and watch the four." Oe (I) tell my Prolemuris friend before lightly jogging through the na'rìng (forest) with the basket of meat in my arms and far into the forest Oe (I) sneak up to a familiar Nantang (viperwolves) pack den, Oe (I) have stumble upon them a while ago when come back from a taron (hunt) and they have ambush me for the Yerik (Hexapede) Oe (I) had killed which Oe (I) let them have it without a fight as Oe (I) can taron (hunt) again but Oe (I) did get a bite wound turned scar on my kinam (leg) from being dragged off of my direhorse. Not wanting to waste the meat Oe (I) don't eat from the Yerik (Hexapede) as the organs are enough for the four little Tapirus and don't want too overfeed them so after meeting the Nantang (Viperwolves) pack Oe (I) decided to feed them the left over meat knowing they'll take it without hesitation but hopefully Oe (I) don't become food myself.

Oe (I) climbed the nearest utral (tree) by the entrance of the den where Oe (I) found where the pack lives and dropped a piece of meat to the ground below which Oe (I) watch as a slightly larger Nantang (Viperwolves) crawled out of the cave entrance sniffing around and giving the meat a few licks before taking it into the cave, with a smile as Oe (I) sit in the utral (tree) Oe (I) continue to drop meat which caused multiple males to come out to take what Oe (I) drop inside the cave.

"Kìyevame (good-bye, see you again soon)" Oe (I) whispered to the pack when my basket has become empty and Oe (I) climbed down before returning kelku (home).

"I'm kelku (home)" Oe (I) called out to my friends when Oe (I) return to Kelutral (Hometree) and hearing me O'ziteh comes down from the higher branches of the Kelutral (Hometree) as the four Tapirus come out of their hole, Oe (I) give each a pat before before beginning the long process of cleaning the bones of the Yerik (Hexapede) for crafting which Oe (I) decided to check up on the Tawtute (skyperson) ioang (animal, beast) again.

"Stay, I'll come back when the sun begins to set." Oe (I) tell them before climbing up my Kelutral (Hometree) which Oe (I) grabbed my tsko (bow) that Oe (I) have crafted from my people's Kelutral (Hometree) along the way leaving Olo'eyktan (clan leader) tsko (bow) hanging respectfully in the my mo’ara (gathering place) for all to see and when Oe (I) got to the top Oe (I) let out a call for my Ikran, they come immediately and landed on a steady breach.

"Hello again my friend, (Ikran name)." Oe (I) greeted them while nuzzling my key (face) against theirs which they purr before making tsaheylu with them and hopping onto their back, with that we're in the air heading to Hell's Gate. My Ikran riding visor rest above my eyes as the wind flows through my nikre (hair) as we approach Ayram Alusìng (Hallelujah mountains) which always causes a smile to appear at the sight of the floating mountains and waterfalls.

"Za’u (come) Za’u (come)!" Me and the rest of the kids giggle as the teacher call for us to gather around her.

"Mawey (calm) children mawey (calm)!" She smiles at us as she clams us down that we'll listen to her so we all stop our laughter and settled down in our spots around her.

"Mawey (calm) sì (and) tìng mikyun (listen)!" She stated before she begins to sings with her arms wide.

"Ewya is powerful and mighty

Mother of all

Mother of life

So loving of all!

All mighty!" Our teacher hold her hands high as she looks to the sky as she sighs with her whole being.

"That is when we begin to fight each other

For something so stupid like territory

She cried loudly for us to hear!

Ewya was enraged that her children dare to fight!

But her cries go unheard as blood cover the soil we walk on

So in her anger and tears for us to stop

She broke rocks apart!" Our teacher shows sadness at the thought of tsam (war) between the Na'vi people.

"So loud we think it was thunder!

But then the ground shook with power

Underneath our feet soil disappeared

Crack begins like giant rivers

Finally we heard her cries and welling!

With her will the land below our feet begin to rise

High in the air where Ikran fly

For everyone to see

A warning to all

Eywa showing us this isn't the way

Killing in cold blood isn't our way!" She pick up a large piece of dirt from the ground and gently broke it down in her palms, it falls to the ground.

"We heard and obeyed our mother

We saw what our fighting done to her

Our mother

Ewya!

For that we sing this so we don't do it again

To cause her such pain with our foolishness

To say we are sorry to our great mother

Ewya!" Her arms lower as her eyes finally turns to us which we all claps and holler in excitement.

The memory faded Oe (I) mindlessly reached up to gently crease the large necklace Oe (I) had made from my people's songcords as the sight of Hell's Gate comes in view which Oe (I) land right by the Tawtute (skyperson) metal ioang (animal, beast) and hoping of off (irkan name).

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[trash-monkey]

LETTERS

A/N: Just trying something different!

Summary: It's 1917 and you decide to write to a random man in the war hoping what words you give can him will help him, although no response back you continue to send letters and doing this you never have expected this nameless man to fall for your words.

"Although I don't know her face but I do know her soul through the words she has written to me in the letters she has send, they are the reason I have any sanity left" - Thomas Shelby

"TOMMY! GOT ANOTHER LETTEA FOR YA!" A man with a thick accent and dirty war uniform yelled down into the barely lite hole causing a very dirty man in what was a white T-shirt and brown trousers to appear at the bottom of the ladder with a very confused expression, he already got his usual letter from Aunt Polly yesterday.

"Thanks" Thomas mumbled after taking the letter he climbed up the ladder for and wipe his dirty hands on his already dirty trousers before taking said letter, once back down he immediately got next to the small oil lamp in the small underground tunnel and turned it on a tad so he can read.

"What's that?" Danny asked as he watches Thomas opens the letter.

"Don't know" He takes the folded paper out of the envelope and carefully unfolded it before holding it up closer to the lamp.

Dear Thomas Shelby,

I know I don't know you and that you don't know me as I have randomly picked from the enlistment list I have taken off the board although every worn and barely readable as it had been hanging there for months, I saw it everyday until I finally got the courage to take it and write. I hope you do not mind that I am as I hope my words helps give a little light during these dark times and please understand I do not expect it in return as I'm very sure you are quite busy, only having enough time to read I suppose. I also understand you might not be reading these as you very likely can't for whatever reason and that is alright, I also want to thank you for what you are doing despite whatever past you have left behind. For you, all, and the lost I'm dearly thankful for what you have sacrificed as I understand that this horrific experience will always be with you for the rest of your life, in the shadows waiting to strike when you show weakness.

With barely any men left the streets are a uneasy quiet and the children don't even dare to break it as if a sound is made something horrible will happen, I pray not. So much as changed before we could see it and yet nothing at all, smoke from the factories near by is still here but filled with depression and hopeless instead.

With all the able men gone us women have to pick up where they left off as some continuing the jobs they had before like teaching and other work in factories but I'm guess you already knew that, I'm one of many of the unfortunate women being put to work in the factories and I know I should be glad for the pay for hard labor but I can't bring myself to be no matter how many time I tell myself it could be worse. Like many I push through hoping that each day that passes will be the one that ends the war so you brave men can come back home to your families and no sadly I do not have a husband or fiance marching with you, I'm no whore either as I'm just a woman trying to survive this world like many others in a more honest way.

There I go rambling again so I better end it here before I accidentally write three papers of pure nonsense and I expect you not wanting to read through it.

Sincerely

(Your name)

By the end there is a tiny small in the corners of his lips as he gently folds the letter back up and into it's envelope again before slip it into the band of letters from Aunt Polly, he put the stack into his waistband again thinking about this mysteries women for a moment.

"Tommy?" Danny questions curiously as Edward comes back down from up top.

"It's nothing to worry about." With that Thomas turns the oil lamp off plunger them all back into the darkness once again

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[trash-monkey]

Normal people: look up an actor to see what other shows they've been in

Me: sees a hot character and immediately researches for fanfiction about them

It's an instinct now.