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duranduratulsa · 6 months ago
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On the turntable today...
Countdown America with John Leader (2/2/1985)
Just Like Us! by Paul Revere & The Raiders (1966)
Countdown America with John Leader (2/23/1985)
Dance To South Pacific by Les Brown and His Band of Renown (1958)
I Want Her by Keith Sweat (1988) (12" Single)
#countdownamericawithjohnleader #CountdownAmerica #johnleader #paulrevereandtheraiders #justlikeus #lesbrown #lesbrownandhisbandofrenown #dancetosouthpacific #KeithSweat #iwanther #50s #60s #80s #records #album #LP #12inch #12inchvinyl #radioprogram #RKO #vinyl #vinylrecords
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velvet4510 · 8 months ago
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mthguy · 8 months ago
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Gotta love a tap dancing sailor!
The Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles puts its spin on two Rodgers and Hammerstein classics; 'I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair' and 'There Is Nothin' Like a Dame'. Recorded live at The Alex Theatre, June 2009.
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doyoulikethissong-poll · 7 months ago
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The Castells - Some Enchanted Evening 1963
"Some Enchanted Evening" is a show tune from the 1949 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical South Pacific. The song is a three-verse solo for the leading male character, Emile, in which he describes first seeing a stranger, knowing that he will see her again, and dreaming of her laughter. In the original Broadway production, "Some Enchanted Evening" was sung by former Metropolitan Opera star Ezio Pinza. Pinza won the Tony Award for Best Actor in 1950 for this role, and the song made him a favorite with audiences and listeners who normally did not attend or listen to opera. In the 2001 London revival of the show, Philip Quast won an Olivier Award for Best Actor for his role as Emile, and seven years later, international opera singer Paulo Szot won a Tony for his portrayal in the 2008 New York revival.
The Castells were a male vocal quartet from Santa Rosa, California, best remembered for their hits "Sacred" (number 20 on the Billboard chart in 1961) and "So This Is Love" (number 21 in 1962). Their sound blended light rock with elements of collegiate vocal harmony and jazz.
Their version of "Some Enchanted Evening" was used twice in the first episode of the Fallout tv series; at Lucy's wedding dance and during the raider massacre in Vault 33. It is also included on the official Amazon Music playlist "Music from Fallout" promoting the series.
"Some Enchanted Evening"received a total of 62,4% yes votes!
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hrhprincesskate · 8 months ago
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An emotional Arthur Edwards, iconic royal photographer of many decades, shared this anecdote of William and Catherine on their royal tour of the South Pacific in his reaction to today’s news:
“They danced the night away together with all the islanders. It was incredible. And she was just spraying perfume on him— and she sprayed perfume on me!—and I’ve never seen any couple looking so happy together. And they were literally wearing grass skirts, wearing flowers in their hair, and they were dancing the night away. Amazing. I just know that eventually, hopefully, they will be back in harness and carrying on being great ambassadors for our country.”
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vestaignis · 1 year ago
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Пятнистая австралийская медуза Phyllorhiza punctata.
Пятнистая австралийская медуза - один из видов пелагических медуз, распространенный в южном регионе Тихого океана, на Гавайях, в Австралии, на Карибах и в Мексиканском заливе. Средний диаметр ее колокола 45-50 см, но в водах Персидского залива, медузы вырастают до необычно больших размеров, свыше 60 см в диаметре. Ожоги вызываемые этими медузами слабые и не являются опасными для человека. Массовое размножение пятнистых австралийских медуз может представлять угрозу для популяций промысловых рыб, поскольку они поедают зоопланктон, икру и мальков. Каждая особь этого вида медуз может пропускать через щупальца около 13 000 литров морской воды в сутки, заглатывая при этом большое количество планктонных организмов, мальков рыб и некрупных пелагических животных.
Australian spotted jellyfish Phyllorhiza punctata.
The Australian spotted jellyfish is a species of pelagic jellyfish found in the South Pacific, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico. The average diameter of its bell is 45-50 cm, but in the waters of the Persian Gulf, jellyfish grow to unusually large sizes, over 60 cm in diameter. The burns caused by these jellyfish are weak and are not dangerous to humans.Mass reproduction of Australian spotted jellyfish can pose a threat to commercial fish populations as they eat zooplankton, eggs and fry. Each individual of this type of jellyfish can pass about 13,000 liters of sea water per day through its tentacles, while swallowing a large number of planktonic organisms, fish fry and small pelagic animals.
Источник:https://t.me/+t0G9OYaBjn9kNTBi, //ru.pinterest.com,
//zoogalaktika.ru/photos/invertebrata/coelenterata/scyphozoa/rhizostomae/phyllorhiza-punctata,
//eol.org/pages/46554220/articles,
/www.inaturalist.org/guide_taxa/465743,
http://www.fromthelabbench.com/from-the-lab-bench-science-blog/photo-of-the-week-dancing-phyllorhiza-punctata,
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ravers8fantasy · 5 days ago
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My super swag tier list of the wii boxers with explanations no one asked for underneath‼️🗣️🗯
Also the quality sucks uh anyway im gonna throw my yap at you now-
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Ok so boom glass joe cmon now, he literally is just a nice guy from france and yeah although his record sucks ass, he still has the spirit to fight soo thats pretty admirable his deer in headlights stance has captivated me so hard he is the only boxer im confident at drawing. Also sometimes babygirl is a 38 year old frenchman idc I love his character sm
DON FLAMENCO yall. Ik I had a whole villain arc with rosie posie but I realised the error of my ways... 1. He is a bull fighter 2. He probably knows how to dance😻 and 3. He is just so explosion sfx. ALSO HIS TITLE DEFENSE OUT FIT, MY FAVEEEE🤤 HIS VOICELINES AS WELL MAAAOOOOOOOOOW
Piston hondo is just a chill guy😌 likes food, wears cool shoes, has cool hair he is a really fast runner hes just yeah hes- hes so cool
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When I found out king hippo was from the south pacific I leapt for joy I was like heyy twinnn,,, even though my first reaction of him was from his character intro which had me a little gagged I fear (FIJI RAHHH🇫🇯💥🗣️)
You cannot tell me disco and tiger wouldnt be fun to hang out with. One is a disco dancing diva and the other is literally a magician who raps likeeee
Bear hugger, i want to eat raw fish with you and give your squirrel acorns. Thats it really.
Okok look aran ryan is there ONLY because he reminds me of my very dear beloved best friend who has to live in the flipping other end of the country in ENGLAND. If my friend was a boxer she would be aran ryan im not even kidding shes so cool and so pretty -
reminder: people who cheat in sports arent cool play fairly chat also I dont think aran is pretty,,, help that sounds kinda mean
Macho man is there because he is SUPER SWAG and I just want to be part of his symphony and sing turn my swag on by soulja boy with him. And also i didnt know where else to put him uhhhh-
soda popisnki!!,,, Uh Soda popinski!! Yayyy...
I DIDNT KNOW WHERE TO PUT HIM OK I DONT WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH HIM HELPPP BLESS HIS HEART LETS JUST SAY HE DESERVES HIS OWN SPOT
I fear if I met sandman irl it would just be like "yo your cool" and thats it because he is actually so intimidating what the flip
Then there is bald bull. He is a chill guy deep down but im gonna let him do his own thing out of respect of his privacy
Von kaiser kinda reminds me of my dad they are literally the same age lol. My dad is in the army and also I was born in Germany so theres that connection ig. I also did combined cadet force cus I wanted to be like my dad kinda but quit since no one took me seriously once I was promoted which was actually so ass. when I saw Kaiser teaching those kids it reminded me of my time with the cadets after I got promoted and also of my dad showing 6 year old me around the military camp we live next to #corememory
Yeah, kaiser is a comfort character if you cant tell he just evokes nostalgic feelings in me *explodes*
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epicbuddieficrecs · 8 months ago
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Fic rec for my BFF, pt. 1
My best friend is currently watching 9-1-1. I've been trying to get her onboard the Buddie ship and she is graciously tolerating me. She's asked for some fic recs and so this is what I came up with! I did have to work with a few parameters to fit her taste, the most important one being nothing post season 3 cause that's where she's up to and she didn't want spoilers.
Hope you enjoy these bestie!
Canon to Canon Divergent
Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars 
Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 123/? | 379K | Mature
This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
THE canon fics to end all canon fics. I know it's still a WIP and it spans up to post-S6, but if you want a canon fic, that's the one to go for.
Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels 
Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting, Stripper Buck | 84K | Explicit
When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.
One of my most re-read fics. The smut is impeccable. The angst is so good. Absolutely love this fic!
Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart by Taste_is_Sweet
Sentinels AU, Canon Divergent - Tsunami | 82K | Teen
Clara Williams just wanted to visit Pacific Park during her layover in Los Angeles. She never expected to find a young, exceptional Sentinel dying for lack of a bond. Actually, what she really never expected was a tsunami, or the same Sentinel to save her life. But Clara's a Guide, so now she's on a mission to keep Evan "Buck" Buckley alive until she can get him to Eddie Diaz, the Guide who should have bonded with him, but didn't. Because Clara can't bond with Buck, no matter how much she wants to. There's just one problem: Buck's convinced Eddie doesn't want him, and he might not survive long enough to find out the truth.
Another one of my most re-read fics! I had never read a Sentinels AU before and I fell in love with the concept!
the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies 
Didn't Know They Were Dating, Post-S3 | 27K | General
“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.” Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him. ���That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him. - or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.
Don't know if you knew this, Marie, but Buddie is the #1 most tagged ship in the "Didn't Know They Were Dating" tag cause they're such idiots <3 and this is one of my favorite ones!
the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by theleftboobgrabber/ @theleftboobgrabber 
Late S3, Getting Together | 49K | Explicit
“Thanks,” Eddie mumbles, hiding his face deep in his pillow, even if Buck can’t see him in the dark. “What for?” Leave it to Buck to be confused about something so obvious. “Being you, idiot.” “And again with the name calling,” he answers, content and sleepy. Nights like this, Eddie feels like asking for a miracle. But to the team, it wasn’t a matter of if Abby would take him back, but when. A matter of days. When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret.
Top tier pining + oblivious Eddie = 👌
Always, All Ways by ashavahishta/ @tevankinkley
A/B/O AU | 85K | Explicit
“Buck is very dear, Mr Diaz. Not only to me but to the pack. You’ll find that if you treat him with anything less than utmost respect you’ll have a lot of people to answer to.”   Eddie swallowed. It was clear that in the absence of a mate, this omega had found himself a very protective pack. “Understood, sir.” Or: Buck’s the only omega in the 118. He’s got secrets, and walls a mile high. Eddie’s the alpha determined to knock them down.
There's not a ton of A/B/O fics in this fandom, and I should really try to read more of them, but this is probably my favorite one so far!
I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by extasiswings/@extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
S3, Friends With Benefits, BDSM | 68K | Explicit
When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea. Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right? There's no way this could possibly go wrong.
THE friends with benefits fic! (ok lbr there's a ton of great ones, but this one is S2 focused iirc)
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My Blood on Your Skin (My Rose on Your Snow) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Mythological AU, BDSM | 80K | Explicit
When Eddie needs cash and fast to take care of Christopher, his LAFD Academy buddy suggests a job as a bouncer at Elysium - an exclusive sex club in downtown Los Angeles. Eddie doesn't care what goes on there, so long as he's paid, but he finds he cares a lot bout the club's enigmatic owner, Evan Buckley, and it's not long before the two of them are violating every boss-employee rule in the book. But there's something different about Buck and the club, something not quite... human. If Eddie wants to keep Buck, he's going to have to delve into the world of immortals, and all the risks that implies.
You can expect amazing smut by this author as always, but also really interesting worldbuilding and characters!
All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit
Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.
SO GOOD. The canon divergent reincarnation vampire AU you didn't know you needed!!!
a bleeding sun on a silver screen by rarakiplin (gmontys)/ @hoediaz 
Actors AU, Friends With Benefits | 130K | Mature
One day, Buck will tell an interviewer that he would be happy to make movies with Eddie Diaz until the day he dies. But first, years before that, he sees Eddie for the first time on the set of Chimney’s fifth movie.
An epic tale of movie making and enemies to friends to FWB to strangers to lovers!
The Truth of Love (Amas Veritas) by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan
Practical Magic AU | 20K | Teen
Bobby opens his mouth like he wants to argue but decides against it. “Walk me through the logic here then. How will this make sure you never fall in love?” “Because I’m making someone who doesn’t exist,” Buck explains, glancing from the half-full bowl to Bobby. He can’t work out what the look on Bobby’s face means so he pointedly elects to ignore it. “They’ll have brown hair,” he starts, clipping another petal from the rose bush. “And brown eyes-“ “Lotta people out there with brown hair and brown eyes, kid,” Bobby says lightly and Buck rolls his eyes. “But not many that can ride a horse backwards,” Buck counters. “And whose favourite shape is a star and who’s got…two scars,” he decides, plucking a basil leaf and dropping it in the bowl. “One on each shoulder.”
Because Practical Magic AUs always make me think of you <3
I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Canon Divergent, You've Got Mail Fusion | 29K | Teen
When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker.
I do love some good romcom vibes!
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forest-falcon · 3 months ago
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Not written anything in ages. Just scribbled this down while making dinner. Gonna continue to scribble this evening and hope for the best!
Scott whump plus tinies being tinies.
💙🧡💚💛❤️
The Butterfly Effect
Chptr 1
It was nothing.
Scott's head throbbed in retaliation at the thought, and the pilot suddenly regretted the English breakfast he'd savoured just a few short hours ago.
Tentative fingers explored the swelling at the back of his head. 
He inhaled a hiss as the injury bit back, and the eldest Tracy found himself nose-breathing to abate his rising nausea.
Ok, so it was something...but it had to be nothing.
Nothing until he was home, dry and safe - then he could rest...sleep it off - ice it, if needs be. 
Nope.
Scott lost the bile battle and found himself filling a in-flight bag he usually reserved for passengers.
Goddamn it.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, willing the universe to equip him with a functional brain - one that could last out the two-hour flight back to Tracy Island. He just needed to plot a course, then One could bring him home.
Then, and only then, could it be something. 
One hovered patiently, her hum soothing and familiar in the absence of family.
"Thunderbird One?"
Fuck. He had to get going now before younger brothers grounded his clumsy ass. Scott summoned his best game face and ignored the sensation that his hair was gelled wrong.
"John? To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He'd confess his stupidity once home. Suffer the wrath of the Virgil-brows, and worse - Grandma, if he could just skip out on a hospital stay. 
"Thunderbird One, you've not moved from your current location for some time. Is everything okay?"
"Sorry John, just had some stuff on my mind. Will fill you in later. I'm setting off now."
Scott allowed his fingers to dance over the controls, trusting muscle-memory over conscious thought. Thinking seemed to be a prelude to filling further bags - a desire he had no wish to to kindle.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yes. FAB. M'good." 
One's boosters fired and Scott swiped the hologram of his brother away.
Thunderbird One began her journey back across the South Pacific Ocean.
* * *
Scott's line went quiet.
"M'good."
John chewed on a pen-cap as he turned the phrase over in his head. 
"Is everything okay, John?"
EOS hovered just at the edge of his peripheral vision.
"I think so."
"Penny for your thoughts."
John chuckled. Pennies hadn't been used for decades.
"Did Scott seem... different at all to you?"
"Not noticeably."
"Can I have a reading on Scott's vitals please? I'm sure everything's fine..."
"Blood pressure is slightly low, and heart rate raised, but all within normal parameters given recent exertion on mission."
"Good."
 "My records show that Scott has been working longer hours than usual. He perhaps sounded a little tired, especially given his choice of words."
"I thought so too. I'll get Virgil to check in on him when he's home. If something's bothering Scott, I'm sure Virg can work his magic with a tête-à-tête."
"Failing that, a stay on Thunderbird Five should help to take the weight off, once I've removed the artificial gravity."
John threw his pencap at the AI.
"Thunderbird Four?"
"Present and correct!"
Gordon's voice sounded like a double espresso in comparison to Scott's. 
"Mission status, if you please."
"All crew have been safely extracted."
"And the vessel?"
"Four's never better."
John rolled his eyes and looked to EOS for strength.
"The ship, Gordon."
"You're gonna have to be a little more specific than that, Thunderbird Five. The sea is full of ships," Alan's voice chirped in.
John glared at the comms line. He could hear their smug, stupid smiles. He was being set up. May as well get it over with.
"What is the status of Shippy. Shippy. Bang. Bang."
"Ooooh, that ship. I mean, she's not really a ship, more of an S.S.O, strictly speaking," Gordon sniggered. 
S.S.O, was nearly as bad as Brain's R.A.D, in John's book. Gordon had coined the phrase Ship Shaped Object, to define any ocean vessel not fit for purpose.
"Yeah she's toast. S.S.O Rust-Bucket's embarking on her final voyage to the ocean floor." Alan supplied.
Our amateur angler friends are back on dry land, so we'll be heading back. Clean up will have to wait until the storm has passed."
"FAB."
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org4n-failur3 · 9 months ago
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I shitblog ⚠️ I USE BRAINROT TERMS IRONICALLY!
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theglitterdome · 7 months ago
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Life Magazine - September 25, 1944
"Life asked Ginger Rogers to give a dream party for a G.I. Ginger asked seven other girls to come out to her Beverly Hills home and help out. Private John Farnsworth who served 3 years in the South Pacific, and is home recovering from malaria, was also glad to come. The girls fed Private Farnsworth, listened to his war stories, admired him, danced with him, and played games with him. It was a very enjoyable party, but don't count on it happening to you!"
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Pvt. John Farnsworth covered in kisses by actresses. L to R: Lynne Baggett, Dolores Moran, Barbara Hale, Ginger Rogers, Gloria DeHaven, Chilli Williams, and Jinx Falkenburg
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ereardon · 2 years ago
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My Girl [Chapter 16][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]
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Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]
WC: 3.9K
Warning: Age gap, cursing, angst, nudity
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Jake poured himself a glass of bourbon and let his head rest on the cool granite of the kitchen island. Outside, a crack of thunder shuddered around the house.  
After the recital, Jake had tried his hardest to hide his emotions that were flooding every nerve ending when Ellie babbled on about you showing up for the dance during their ice cream date. 
He had to forget you, once and for all. Knowing that you were out there and that you belonged to, or could belong to, someone else would tear him apart. He had to forget you ever existed if he had any hope of rebuilding himself from the ashes of what remained. 
And then the doorbell rang. 
Jake pushed himself up slowly, walking down the hallway in a daze. The rest of the dagger squad was on a mission somewhere in the South Pacific. He didn’t have friends anymore outside of work. There wasn’t any time. And Ron and Margot had left in a huff months prior. He wasn’t expecting a friendly drop in from them anytime soon. His mother would sooner die than show up unannounced at someone’s house at eleven o’clock at night, and without a pie or casserole in hand.
He pulled open the door, the cool evening air spilling inside. 
Jake’s mouth dropped as he took you in. White linen dress soaking wet from the pouring rain, clinging to every curve of your body, your golden hair dark with water, your lips pink and trembling. 
“Nat,” Jake whispered, his voice cracking. “What are you–”
“I quit,” you cut in, your words laying over his. Jake’s emerald eyes widened. 
“You what?”
You stepped forward onto the porch, out from the rain. “I quit my job. It was the only thing keeping me from you and nothing is worth that.” Your voice trembled, and you were almost scared to make eye contact with Jake, choosing instead to keep your eyes trained on his broad chest. “I love you, Jake. You were right, I was afraid. I made all the wrong decisions. I thought I was saving you from myself. That by taking myself out of the equation I was making things easier for you, and Ellie.” You shook your head, wet strands of hair slapping your neck. “But I was wrong. You’re still it for me. You both are. If you’ll take me back.” 
Jake reached out, one hand brushing over your face. You couldn’t read his facial expression. There was something hard in his gaze. “Natalie,” he finally murmured after a moment, his voice thick, shaking his head, confirming your worst nightmare. 
You knew that tone. You pushed away from him, out of the shelter of the porch roof, back out on the foot path and into the rain. Let the rain run down your face as the tears spilled from behind your eyes and you bent in half, hands on your knees, gulping for air, trying desperately to hold on but it felt like everything was slippery and any moment you might tumble to the ground and never be able to get back up. “I’m sorry,” you cried through the tears, throat hoarse and cracked. “I’ll leave. I was wrong to come back. You’re mad at me and you don’t trust me and God, I’m so fucking stupid. I’ll go, Jake. I’m sorry.”
As you turned to go, Jake reached out, his strong arms pulling you out of the rain. You thrashed against him.  
“Let me go!” you shouted, pushing him until the both of you were standing under the downpour, his eyes burning into yours. “Just let me leave! Pretend I never came back. And you can go on living your life perfectly content without me.” 
“Natalie,” Jake said and his voice was sharp. It stopped you in your tracks from where you had been fighting against him. “There is no life without you. I was nothing when you left. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I could barely function.” He stopped, his hands warm on your arms. “Natalie, I have spent every single day for the last three months without you in agony. Say the word and I’m yours. I said it once and I’ll say it again: you can come home any time you want. We’re your home, honey. Me and Ellie. If you’ll have us.” 
You threw yourself into his arms, your lips on his, his arms wrapped around you tightly, and the familiar feeling of Jake beneath your fingertips only made you cry harder, until you were sobbing against him and he pulled back with a terrified face. 
“Honey?”
“They’re happy tears,” you choked out. “I promise.” 
Jake laughed. “OK.” And then his lips were back on yours, and he had you in his arms and was walking you under the cover of the porch, your back pressed against the side of the house, both of you drenched from head to toe. Jake pulled back, running his hands down your face like he couldn’t quite believe you were standing there beneath his fingertips. “Is this real?” 
You nodded. “Yeah, it is.” 
“Thank God,” he murmured, tipping your chin up and kissing you lightly. As gently as the ripple of a slow breeze. As softly as you’d ever been touched in your life. 
And in that moment, you knew you’d never know someone’s touch the way you knew Jake’s. 
He was yours. And you belonged to him. 
“Come inside, honey,” Jake said, his hand cupping yours as he pushed the front door open. “You’re soaked.” 
You chuckled, skimming one hand over his tanned cheek. “So are you.” 
Jake led you upstairs, your footprints soft and soggy on the hardwood. In the master en suite bathroom, he turned the shower on full blast and you looked at him wordlessly, stripping off your wet dress, dropping it in the bathtub to prevent it from creating a pool of water on the floor. Jake silently unbuttoned his shirt, shucking it along with his pants and boxers into the tub. You stepped into the shower first, facing the spray, and felt Jake’s large body behind you as he shut the door, his warm hands gently running over your hair, tugging the hot water through your locks. 
You turned around to face him, the bulk of the water hitting you, but Jake’s height, nearly eight inches taller than you, meant his face also was in direct line to the warm spray. Your fingers reached up and threaded behind his neck, and Jake wrapped his hands on each side of your hips, stepping in closer until your chest was touching his. One of his hands floated up to wipe your face, probably littered with the remnants of mascara from crying in the rain. 
“God, I missed you,” Jake murmured slowly. The way he was gazing at you made your world stop. For a second, there was nothing else that existed at that moment in time except Jake’s hands on your body, his eyes glued to yours, his heart beating in his chest so loud you could feel it in your own where you were pressed against him. “I thought I’d never be able to touch you again or hear your voice and remember what it sounds like. I thought I lost you forever.” There was a crack in his low voice and your fingers brushed reassuringly along his neck. “I didn’t know what I was going to do without you.” 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I wanted so badly not to hurt you. And that’s all I ended up doing.” 
“The only thing that would truly hurt me would be knowing that you weren’t happy,” he said and his words sent chills down your spine. “I couldn’t live with myself thinking that I kept you from happiness.” 
“Jake,” you said softly, pulling his face closer to yours. The bathroom was starting to fill with steam, and the relentless pounding of the shower head on your back was bordering on uncomfortable but you refused to let go of this moment. “I’m happy because I’m with you. If you’re in my life, that’s all I need. Please, God, kiss me so I can memorize this moment and keep it tucked into the back of my mind for the rest of my life.” He smirked and leaned down, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into a kiss beneath the steamy shower. 
You let Jake rub body wash across your arms as you leaned with your back against his chest, his fingers trailing down your warm chest and hips, momentarily dipping between your legs before you swiveled around and took the soap from him, running your hands slowly across his broad chest, sudding his chest hair as he smiled down at you tenderly. There was something so intimate about washing each other. Being with Jake was easy. You didn’t have to fill empty voids of silence with words just to feel like there was something there. He made you feel safer than anyone ever had. 
Once you climbed out of the shower, Jake wrapped you in a fluffy towel and you padded into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed while he searched in his closet for pajamas for you to wear. 
“You left these here,” he said, handing over a pair of sleep shorts and a matching cami tank. 
You pulled on the pajamas while Jake changed into a pair of boxers and hung the towels to dry. Without thinking, you pulled back the covers on your side of the bed — the right side, furthest from the door — and snuggled down under the duvet. 
“I’ll be right back,” Jake said softly. 
You sat up, clutching the edge of the duvet. Had he changed his mind already?” 
Jake spotted your pleading eyes. “Just going to check on Ellie, darling. Be right back.” 
He disappeared out the door, and you were on your feet on his heels in an instant. Jake was leaning in the doorframe of Ellie’s room as your warm hand slid over his bare back, your head slotting into the space below his where the door sat ajar. 
Ellie lay on her side, tiny mouth open, her chest rising and falling with steady breath, one arm draped over her plush walrus. 
You looked up at Jake. The way he was looking at Ellie made your heart melt. 
Before Jake, you hadn’t really considered kids. But after watching him with Ellie, you wanted ten. You wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of Jake’s hand on your swollen belly, see the smile on his face as he felt his son or daughter kick beneath his fingertips for the first time. 
You couldn’t wait to hold a child in your arms who was made up of someone you loved more than life itself. 
Wordlessly, Jake took your hand and led you back to bed. He pulled you into his arms beneath the covers, your leg winding around his, your arm splayed across his chest. He smelled like pine soap and apples and it was so familiar you wanted to cry again, but you held back the tears. There had been enough already for a lifetime in just one night. 
You thought Jake was asleep, before his hand brushed over your hair. “I love you,” he murmured against your temple. “Thank you for coming home.”
With your eyes closed, you squeezed your fingers against his bare chest. “I love you, Jake.” It came out in a whisper, exhaustion hitting you and dragging you under. 
Jake pressed his lips to your hair. “Please, honey, never leave me again. I can’t live without you.” 
“I promise,” you sighed against his chest, sleep overtaking you. 
***
Jake looked at you and grinned. The soft pitter patter of Ellie’s footprints above your head were the telltale sign that she was awake and in approximately twenty seconds would be in the kitchen demanding breakfast. 
You climbed down off of the barstool, turning to face the kitchen entryway that connected to the hallway where the stairs led off. 
Ellie rounded the corner from the stairs, wiping at her tired eyes with closed fists, before entering the open floor plan room, looking around automatically for Jake. Her tiny green eyes, a perfect replica of her father’s, landed on you and she let out a sharp squeal. 
“Natalie!” In an instant, Ellie was running toward you and you bent down, pulling her seamlessly into your arms, her hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing you tightly. 
“Hi peanut,” you said when she pulled back and she smiled at you and then over at Jake who stood near the coffee machine, wearing a red apron. You set Ellie down on the ground and she climbed onto the barstool next to yours. Jake set a bowl of cereal down in front of her and went to the fridge to grab the milk. 
“You’re back!” she said breathlessly. 
As you reached out to tousle her hair, you felt a gnawing feeling in your stomach. The fact that Ellie had known you were gone, that you had left her, hurt like a thousand knives stabbing your intestines. You never wanted to hurt her or let her down. “I’m back,” you said softly. “For good this time, sweetpea.” 
“No more New York?” she asked. 
You shook your head, taking a sip of coffee. “No more New York.”
Ellie smiled into her cereal bowl and Jake walked around the kitchen island, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your temple. “Move in,” he whispered into your ear. You turned around to look at him in shock. 
“What?”
Jake smiled. “Move in with us. I don’t want to waste any more time. I lost you once. I can’t lose another second with you.” 
His face was earnest. His smile alone made your stomach flutter. “Are you sure?” you asked. “Don’t you want to get to know each other better or whatever? Make sure this can work.” 
Jake shook his head. “I know everything I need to know about you. Everything else that I’ll learn along the way will just be icing on the cake.”
You bit your lip but then nodded, and his subsequent grin threatened to crack his face in half. “OK,” you whispered. “Yes.” 
Jake laughed, which caused Ellie to look up from her cereal bowl, and he pulled you into his arms, swinging you in a circle. “Guess what baby?” Jake said to Ellie, reaching out and pulling her out of her chair into his arms. 
“What?”
“Natalie is going to live with us,” he said softly. “What do you think of that?” 
Ellie squinted. “At our house?” 
“Yeah, honey, here, at our house. Would that be OK with you?” 
She smiled excitedly up at you, one hand coming out to rest on your cheek. “Like a sleepover?”
You grinned. “Like a sleepover every night.” 
Ellie nodded enthusiastically. “I like sleepovers!” 
Jake kissed the top of her head. “Me too, baby.” He winked at you. “Me, too.” 
You looked at the two of them. All those months ago, you had walked in on a family. 
Now they were your family.
***
“Let me order some pizzas, as a thank you.” Rooster chuckled. “Feel like I’m twenty-three again, getting paid for manual labor with food.” 
Bob walked past you with a box and grinned. “Pizza sounds great.” 
You smiled. “On it.” You walked out onto the porch, phone pressed against your face as you called the local pizza joint. 
Natasha gave you a soft nod as she dragged a few tote bags from the small moving truck parked on the driveway. It had all happened so fast. After your reunion, Jake had helped you find a real estate agent to sell the townhouse which to your surprise sold in two days. You spent the next week packing up the life you had lived before Jake into boxes, and the dagger squad had gotten roped into helping you move everything into Jake’s house. 
Jake had sat down with Ellie the night before you moved in, kneeling in front of her tiny pink bed. 
“Sweetheart?” he said and Ellie looked at him with wide eyes. “Remember how I told you Natalie is going to move in with us?” 
“Yeah.” 
“I just wanted to tell you that it’s not going to change things, OK?” Jake was starting to get choked up. “I still love you more than anything in this world, sweetheart. But Daddy loves Natalie, too, and she’s going to be around to help you just like Daddy does.”
Ellie smiled and tugged her plush walrus in tightly. “OK, Daddy.” 
Jake gave her a small smile. “I miss your Mommy, too, Princess,” he said and a few tears slid down his cheeks. Jake reached out and brushed Ellie’s hair with his thick fingertips. “I want you to know that Natalie is never going to replace Mommy in your life. She’s just another person you can count on, who loves you.” Jake grabbed the framed photo of Lizzie and Ellie from her nightstand and looked at it softly before pointing to Lizzie in the picture. “This is your Mommy, OK? And she loves you so, so much. She will always love you, even though she’s not around anymore.” 
Jake was fully crying, and Ellie leaned forward, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck as he knelt in front of her on the bed, sweeping her into his arms. He felt her tiny hands brushing at his hair and when he pulled back, he couldn’t see anything but Lizzie in her delicate features. 
“Mommy and Daddy love you, El.” “I love you, Daddy,” she said sweetly, lying down and pulling her stuffed animal to her chest. Jake leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple. 
“Sleep well, honey.” 
***
Once all of the boxes had been unloaded and the pizza had long been demolished, you sat around on the floor of the living room with Jake and the rest of the squad, minus Natasha. She had taken Ellie back to her house that she shared with her sister for a sleepover with her niece that was visiting who was roughly Ellie’s age.   
Jake stood, stretching just enough so that you could see the strip of taut muscle where his shirt lifted and his pants began, and headed into the kitchen for a refill, Bob on his heels. Bradley looked at you from where he sat on the couch. 
“I’m sorry,” he said after a second and you looked up with confusion. 
“For what?”
Bradley shook his head. “For what I said to you that night outside the Hard Deck. About leaving if you weren’t sure. I misjudged you, and I’m sorry.” 
You reached forward and laid a hand on his knee, squeezing it before dropping your hand. “It’s OK.” 
“It’s not,” he said and there was pain laced in the words. “I lost my dad when I was really young. And my mother died when I was in college. So I guess there’s this part of me in the back of my mind that is convinced everyone is going to leave.” He looked up at Jake and Bob, who were laughing in the kitchen, out of earshot, before turning his gaze back to you. “I love him like a brother. I thought I was protecting him, but really I was just making it worse. It was bad, Natalie. When you were gone. We thought, fuck, we didn’t know what to do.” 
You looked over at Jake. It stung to know that your leaving had pained Jake. “I’m here now,” you said, lifting your eyes to Bradley’s warm ones. “I’m not going anywhere. I told him that, but I’ll tell you, too.”
“You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Just a second chance.” 
“No need,” you replied softly. “I never wrote you off in the first place.” Bradley’s eyes softened and he opened his mouth just as the doorbell rang. Jake caught your eye over the couch and you pushed yourself to standing as he made his way to the door. You heard footsteps in the hallway and then a familiar voice ringing out through the house. 
“Nat!” 
“Cassie!” You were on your feet in an instant, Cassie tossing herself into your arms. When you pulled back, you slapped her upper arm a little. “What the fuck, what are you doing here?” 
“Had to make sure you did it,” she said, grinning and you laughed. “Now introduce me to all these gorgeous men, why don’t you?” 
You chuckled and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. “Guys, this is my cousin Cassie. Cassie, this is Bob, Bradley and my boyfriend Jake.” 
“We met,” she said softly, reaching out and pulling Jake into a hug. He hugged her back, a grin across his handsome face as she pulled back. “Nice job, babe.” Jake laughed. 
Cassie reached out a hand and shook Bob’s, his ears turning pink at the edges. She turned her blue eyes on Bradley, standing near the couch, taking him in with a long gaze.
“Shit,” she murmured. “Hi there.” 
Bradley stepped forward and kissed her cheek. “Hey.” 
You rolled your eyes. “Bradley, you asked if I had any cute friends. Well, here she is.” 
“Cute is an understatement,” he said quietly and you watched Cassie smirk. 
Once she tore her eyes away from Bradley, Cassie looked at you. “Where’s the baby?” 
You frowned. “What baby?” 
“Ellie.” 
Jake laughed. “She’s four, not a baby. And she’s at our friend’s house for the night. Guess you’ll have to meet her tomorrow. That is, if you’re staying the night.” 
“Is that OK?” you asked Jake, eyebrow raised. The house had two guest rooms. 
“Honey,” he said, sliding one arm around your waist. “It’s your house now. Don’t have to ask me.” 
“You two are sick,” Cassie said and Bradley let out a loud laugh. “And yes, I’m staying if that’s OK.” She turned her eyes on Bradley. “Unless this sailor wants to take me out for a drink.” 
“Aviator, ma’am,” he corrected and she grinned. “And that’s a hell yes to the drink.” 
Cassie slipped her hand into Bradley’s and leaned into your ear. “I’ll be home late.” 
You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek. “Have fun.”  You looked up at Bradley. “Watch her, OK?” 
“Never gonna take my eyes off of her,” he said quietly and it was the truth. Bradley had an awestruck gaze as Cassie pulled him out of the house and through the front door. Anyone could see it in an instant: he was enamored. 
You turned and looked at Jake and Bob and shrugged. “So that’s my cousin Cassie.” 
“She’s fun,” Jake said and you laughed. “Guess we’ll see if she comes home tonight.” 
"She's a tornado," you said affectionately.
“I think she’s Rooster’s problem now,” Bob said quietly. “Anyway, I should get going.”
Bob kissed your cheek softly and Jake walked him to the front door, thanking him again for his help. 
You were washing a wine glass in the sink when Jake’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you back against his broad chest. 
“Welcome home,” he whispered gently in your ear. 
You closed your eyes and leaned back against Jake. Felt the warmth of his hands on your hips, the comfort of knowing that he was right there next to you. That he would never let go. You belonged to each other. For the first time in your life, you felt at peace.
A/N: The reunion we've all been waiting for!! This is not the last chapter, but I am not sure how many more chapters there will be. Thank you everyone who has been reading along!
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Down by the River — Nanami Kento x Tiana (Disney)
Summary: In the early 1930s, Nanami embarks on a business trip to the South, where the Crescent City awaits. His journey begins with new connections and the enticing allure of Southern cuisine. America might not be so bad after all.
Tags: Crack Relationships, Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Why Did I Write This?, Fluff, Business Trip, Alternate Universe - 1930s, Drinking & Talking, Comfort No Hurt
a/n: The fan edits got me. My Elsa x Jack Frost shipper is jumping out for this. I have to say... this is easily the most random thing I've ever written, but it helped break my writer's block, so woohoo! Write weird shit more often, y'all. Also posted on AO3.
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America was Nanami’s least favorite place to travel.
Work had taken him all over. He’d seen all of Japan, every nook and cranny—old and new. He’d been to China more times than he could count; his Cantonese was better now than before, and he could make his way around without an attendant. Asia was his domain; he’d grown used to recognizing the surnames and affiliations that mattered, what gestures were niceties in one place, and a way to get mowed down in a fit of rage in another.
America was a different beast altogether. It was a wild and enigmatic land that kept Nanami perpetually on edge and consistently uneasy in his own skin. The places were chaotic—New York and San Francisco. Wall Street and Pacific Heights, most often. Two opposing coasts, filled to the brim with people capitalizing most on those with the least.
White-collar crime and cocaine—that was what Nanami knew of the States. It made him wish he hadn’t learned English; he wouldn’t have to live with as much as he knew if he hadn’t.
Despite not liking it, he’d grown used to it though—the coasts and the insanity that happened on each of them.
The South, in contrast, was wholly unfamiliar territory. He’d never been and wasn’t quite sure what to expect as the steamboat continued down the river, churning water and whistling every few minutes as it continued down the path. He'd heard of the common things: the chambermaids and the sharecropping, the stark divide.
Asia had its things, too, though, so he tried not to judge. He was headed to New Orleans for one simple thing: to meet with the sugar baron and solidify a trade deal. His sugar for their textiles.
Simple, tedious. Safer than sorcery.
The ride into the city was surprisingly comfortable. He lounged in a reclined chair on the deck, his eyes hidden behind shades that concealed his exhaustion from the arduous journey across borders—across seas. The sky painted itself in alluring hues of lavender and rose, casting a serene glow over the waters of the Mississippi, like spilled oil paint.
The air hung heavy with the scent of magnolia blossoms, their perfume an intoxicating blend of sweetness and decay. Spanish moss, soft as bundles of silk, swayed languidly from the cypress trees that lined the riverbank, caressed by the gentle breeze.
The Crescent City, that’s what his boss had called it. The birthplace of jazz.
Nanami couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued by the prospect of it.
"Please collect your belongings, everyone," a petite deckhand announced, dressed in long corduroy trousers and a cute puffed hat. "We'll be docking in port in five minutes."
Nanami adjusted his glasses, straightening out the legs of his slacks as he made his way to the port side of the boat and watched the city come into view along with the sound. The bustling swing of music was expected, but Nanami hadn't anticipated enjoying it so much. The masterful wail of saxophones, the sultry croon of trumpets, and the deep, resonant throb of bass greeted him as he filed off the boat.
Other men exited the boat before him. Some wore business suits, while others wore Navy uniforms, and a few were in Army attire. Most bobbed their heads along to the music, while some outright danced. People lined the port, leaning on the ropes to catch a glimpse of the arrivals they'd come down to the harbor to greet and welcome home.
The city had a vibe reminiscent of New York, perhaps, but it felt more homey. It felt good in his soul.
"Hello, gentlemen. Good to see you all safe and sound!"
Among the welcoming crowd, a young woman stepped forward with a beaming smile, scanning the group until she spotted Nanami, skipping over to him. Her big blue eyes shone as she looked up at him, tilting her body to get a good look at his face. “You must be Kento, right?” Nanami nodded. She must be the daughter. "Wonderful! My name's Charlotte," she introduced herself, coupled with a sweet giggle. "You can call me Lottie, though. Everybody does."
Nanami tipped his head in a subdued bow, a gesture that the American women found charming.
“Pleased to meet you, Lottie.”
She smiled like a young girl, all cherry pink cheeks and tight lips. It was cute, demure in a way that spelled immaturity rather than modesty.
Not Nanami’s type.
“My daddy told me to come ‘round here to collect you. Is this all you brought with you?” She pointed to his briefcase and the small musette bag on his shoulder. He nodded again. “That’s light. Are you hungry? Have you eaten? That Trans-Pacific is a long way’s journey to get here. I bet you’re starving.”
Nanami hummed, acknowledging her observation. "I could eat. It's been a long day."
"A long few months, I reckon." Lottie placed a comforting hand on his back, gently steering him further into the bustling city. "My good friend works at this little ol’ restaurant down on Lafayette Street. It's just a hop, skip this way, and we can get you some good eatin'. Have you had Cajun before?"
Lottie's words tumbled out rapidly, but Nanami managed to keep up. He shook his head, allowing her to guide him through the lively streets.
"Oh, you're in for a treat then. This here is the best food you'll ever have. Just wait until you try a beignet." She playfully wiggled her brows, her enthusiasm infectious.
Though Nanami didn't understand the term "beignet," he took her excitement as a promising sign. "Whatever tastes good, I'll try."
"That's the spirit!" Lottie gave his suit jacket a friendly pat as they weaved through the crowd, exchanging greetings with any familiar faces she spotted.
“Here we are, mister. Hope you brought a loose pair of britches 'cause you’ll need ‘em.”
Nanami looked up at the building, taking off his shades to read the chalk writing fixed onto the side.
Duke’s. Charming.
The ambiance inside was a perfect mirror of the outdoors. People packed in from wall to wall, and the music from just outside the rear of the restaurant wafted inside, adding to the vibrant atmosphere.
“Let’s go sit you down at the bar, get a nice cold one and some grub in that belly. Tiana!”
He sat, slipping off his jacket to drape it across his seat, while his glasses found a home on the bartop. His bag hit the floor with a thud as he dropped it to rest between his feet.
“Hey, Lottie,” a sweet voice floated from the kitchen, followed by the source of it. The woman—slim-figured with rich brown skin—gave Nanami pause. She was beautiful, not unlike many of the women he’d met with her complexion over the years, but she was more, in a way.
Perhaps it was the curls. Nanami had developed a liking for women with thick, coily curls. They framed her face exquisitely.
“Hey, Tia. This is Kento.” Lottie placed a hand on Nanami’s chest as she introduced him. "He's a business friend of Daddy's. Take good care of him for me, will you? I have some business to attend to myself while Daddy’s out at the shooting range."
Lottie winked, and Tiana—Tia, as she called her—responded with a gentle smile.
“Can do,” she assured Lottie before turning her gaze to Nanami. “Give me one second, sugar, and I’ll be right with you.”
Nanami nodded, settling into his seat. A group of soldiers occupied the other end of the bar, rowdy as they sang unfamiliar songs. There was a little curse lazing on the bartop, slumbering against one of the soldier’s arms—surprisingly harmless.
He left it alone.
“Have a nice meal, Mr. Kento. I’ll be ’round to come get you a little later tonight,” Lottie purred with a natural pout, her lips reminiscent of a porcelain doll's. “Don’t have too much fun without me, y’all.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tiana replied with a warm smile, disappearing into the kitchen to retrieve a full round of plates.
She moved through the bustling restaurant with a graceful rhythm, her deft hands skillfully balancing trays filled with tantalizing cuisine—Creole, Nanami assumed from the building sign. He couldn’t quite understand the difference between that and Cajun, but all the food that passed his nose smelled heavenly all the same.
The spice that clung to the food was present in the air, pleasantly familiar, like the hawker centers in Singapore or the night markets in Taiwan. He still harbored dreams of visiting Malaysia, indulging in street food, experiencing Mamak stalls, exploring mosques, and paying his respects to the land.
His boss informed him he was slated to go to Germany next, for what he didn’t yet know. He could dream about Malaysia in the meantime.
He took out his pocket notebook to jot the thought down.
“Order up!”
Nanami followed Tiana's graceful movements with his eyes, catching glimpses of each dish she served, the way she bantered with the other patrons and had every man in the place hanging off of each word. Her presence was striking and commanding—a woman in charge.
That’s what it was—what made her so beautiful. She was a woman. The kind Nanami did like.
The meticulous care she took in plating the food made it as visually inviting as the enticing aroma was to his senses. Her apron bore the telltale signs of ware of a kitchen in perpetual motion, a fragrant cloud carrying the essence of spices and sweetness floating around her.
As she passed by him their eyes met, and a knowing smile graced her lips.
“So, you’re from out of town, huh?” she said, tawny brown eyes looking up at him through wispy lashes. She cleaned a mug, stuck in a constant stream of motion that made it hard for Nanami to look away.
Nanami nodded, and she placed the cup under the beer dispenser, pouring him a tall glass.
“Thank you,” he acknowledged, accepting the beer when she set it in front of him, accompanied by a shaker of flavored salt.
“How far out of town?”
Nanami hummed thoughtfully, trailing his fingers through the condensation dampening the sides of his mug.
“Asia. Here on business.”
“You’re from Asia?” Tiana's eyes sparkled with intrigue as though she were solving a puzzle. “Which part? Can I guess?”
Nanami jerked one shoulder. “Go ahead.”
“Maybe the Philippines?” she ventured, passing around more beers. “Lots of business types love the Philippines. The soldiers never shut up about it.”
Nanami quirked a brow, aware of why soldiers held such fondness for the Philippines. “No,” he replied, hiding a smile behind his cup. “Try again.”
“China?”
“Nope,” Nanami stated before taking another sip. “Been there a lot, mainly Hong Kong. I’m not from there, though.”
“Japan?” she guessed, her eyes squinting, her brow raised.
Nanami thumped his finger against the glass with a soft clink, clink, clink. “Japan.”
Her triumphant smile was indeed beautiful, with pretty teeth providing a striking contrast against the fullness of her lips and the warm tone of her skin.
“Got a wife hidden over there or something?” she teased, a sweet smirk gracing her lips. “How many kids?”
“No kids, no wife,” Nanami responded softly, feeling the tension in his body from the long journey. “My maternal grandfather was half Dutch, half something else. My grandmother was Japanese, and my mom married a European man in Japan. They stayed there my whole life, so… Japanese.”
“Fascinatin’. What business brings you here? If you can tell me. First time?”
“I can,” Nanami said, taking a few more gulps. The beer tasted different than what he’d had before in the States, less malty and a hint sweeter. “It’s my first time in Louisiana, but not America in general. I’m here meeting another businessman—sugar cane.”
“Ah, that explains Charlotte. I thought she’d just taken a liking to you; she’s always good at finding the handsome ones.”
Nanami perked up at that, a hint of a smile gracing his lips, fueled by the warmth of the beer. Tiana, with practiced ease, poured him another glass.
“I’m handsome, then?”
Tiana rolled her eyes. “You know you are, with your dapper suit and those eyes. Women must throw themselves at you.”
Nanami tilted his head, a little maybe present in the motion. He didn’t indulge nearly as often as he could.
“Have you met Big Daddy yet?” Tiana questioned, and Nanami almost spit out his beer.
He knew enough of what American women liked to call men that they fancied. He’d never heard the term out in the wild, though.
“Oh, excuse me. Eli La Bouff,” Tiana clarified with a teasing laugh, her lips even prettier when she smiled. “Lottie’s father. She calls him Big Daddy, usually. You’ll see why when you do meet him.”
Nanami nodded, a soft chuckle passing through his teeth. People in the South were different, then. Lighter, more hospitable.
Tiana leaned in closer to the bar, narrowing the space between them as she addressed Nanami. “You look hungry. What can I get started for you, sugar?”
Nanami met her gaze, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Surprise me," he replied, his voice low and smooth. “I prefer savory, but I’m craving something a little sweet.”
Tiana hummed, tapping her chin. “How about blackened salmon with a sweet bourbon glaze, red beans and rice, and piping hot Andouille sausage and chicken gumbo to get you started? We’ll pair it with zucchini, corn maque choux, slow-cooked collard greens, mac and cheese, with some fresh beignets to top you off for dessert,” she said, leaning over to glance at Nanami's stomach, subtly assessing the fit of his dress shirt against his well-defined physique, “if you have any room, that is. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds divine,” Nanami said, solely because of the silky tone Tiana said every word with, not because he knew what any of the dishes were. “You make everything sound good.”
“I made the recipes, so it will be.” She smiled; Nanami returned it. “Wait here, get comfy. You have a long journey ahead of you.”
Nanami leaned back slightly in his seat, his eyes following as she went to put his order in with the kitchen. It was then that he noticed a little curse on her back, small—the size of a quarter. It was the curse of abundance. Blessed for riches through hardship.
A lucky curse, Geto would have called it.
Nanami left it alone, too, sipping his beer as he waited for his food.
He couldn't help but smirk to himself; Tiana’s words took root in his mind. So did she, it seemed.
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In MEMORY of RUTGER HAUER on his BIRTHDAY - (January 23, 1944 - July 19, 2019)
Career years: 1969 - his death
Born Rutger Oelsen Hauer, Dutch actor. In 1999, he was named by the Dutch public as the Best Dutch Actor of the Century.
Hauer's career began in 1969 with the title role in the Dutch television series Floris and surged with his leading role in Turkish Delight (1973), which in 1999 was named the Best Dutch Film of the Century. After gaining international recognition with Soldier of Orange (1977) and Spetters (1980), he moved into American films such as Nighthawks (1981) and Blade Runner (1982), starring in the latter as self-aware replicant Roy Batty. His performance in Blade Runner led to roles in The Osterman Weekend (1983), Ladyhawke (1985), The Hitcher (1986), The Legend of the Holy Drinker (1988), and Blind Fury (1989), among other films.
From the 1990s on, Hauer moved into low-budget films, and supporting roles in major films like Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1992), Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002), Batman Begins (2005), Sin City (2005), and The Rite (2011). Hauer also became well known for his work in commercials. Towards the end of his career, he made a return to Dutch cinema, and won the 2012 Rembrandt Award for Best Actor in recognition of his lead role in The Heineken Kidnapping (2011).
Hauer supported environmentalist causes and was a member of the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society. He also founded the Rutger Hauer Starfish Association, an AIDS awareness organization. He was made a knight in the Order of the Netherlands Lion in 2013.
Early life -
Hauer was born in Breukelen, in the Province of Utrecht, while the Netherlands was under German occupation during World War II. He stated in a 1981 interview, "I was born in the middle of the war, and I think for that reason I have deep roots in pacifism. Violence frightens me." His parents were Teunke (née Mellema) and Arend Hauer, both actors who operated an acting school in nearby Amsterdam. He had three sisters. According to Hauer, his parents were more interested in their art than their children. He did not have a close relationship with his father, and writer Erik Hazelhoff Roelfzema later became a father figure to Hauer after they met during the filming of Soldier of Orange.
Hauer attended a Rudolf Steiner school, as his parents wanted him to develop his creativity. At the age of 15, he left school to join the Dutch merchant navy. He spent a year travelling the world aboard a freighter, but was unable to become a captain due to his colourblindness. Returning home, he worked odd jobs while finishing his high school diploma at night. He then entered the Academy for Theater and Dance in Amsterdam for acting classes, but soon dropped out to join the Royal Netherlands Army. He received training as a combat medic, but left the service after a few months as he opposed the use of deadly weapons. He subsequently returned to acting school and graduated in 1967.
Career:
Early works -
Hauer had his first acting role at the age of 11, as Eurysakes in the play Ajax. After graduating from the Academy for Theater and Dance, he became a stage actor with the Toneelgroep Noorder Compagnie. Hauer made his screen debut in 1969 when Paul Verhoeven cast him in the lead role of the television series Floris, a Dutch medieval action drama. The role made him famous in his native country, and Hauer reprised his role for the 1975 German remake Floris von Rosemund.
Hauer's career changed course when Verhoeven cast him in Turkish Delight (1973), which received an Oscar nomination for best foreign-language film. The film found box office favour abroad and at home, and Hauer looked to appear in more international films. Within two years, Hauer made his English-language debut in the British film The Wilby Conspiracy (1975). Set in South Africa, the film was an action-drama with a focus on apartheid. Hauer's supporting role, however, was barely noticed in Hollywood, and he returned to Dutch films for several years. During this period, he made Katie Tippel (1975) and worked again with Verhoeven on Soldier of Orange (1977), and Spetters (1980). These two films paired Hauer with fellow Dutch actor Jeroen Krabbé. At the 1981 Netherlands Film Festival, Hauer received the Golden Calf for Best Actor for his overall body of work.
American breakthrough -
Hauer made his American debut in the Sylvester Stallone film Nighthawks (1981) as a psychopathic and cold-blooded terrorist named Wulfgar. With his sights set on a long-term career in Hollywood, Hauer worked with an accent coach in the early 1980s to develop a convincing American accent. Unafraid of controversial roles, he portrayed Albert Speer in the 1982 American Broadcasting Company production Inside the Third Reich. The same year, Hauer appeared in arguably his most famous and acclaimed role as the eccentric and violent but sympathetic antihero Roy Batty in Ridley Scott's 1982 science fiction thriller Blade Runner, in which he delivered the famous tears in rain monologue. Hauer composed parts of the monologue the evening prior to filming, "cutting away swathes of the original script before adding the speech’s poignant final line". He went on to play the adventurer courting Theresa Russell in Eureka (1983), investigative reporter opposite John Hurt in The Osterman Weekend (1983), hardened mercenary Martin in Flesh & Blood (1985), and knight paired with Michelle Pfeiffer in Ladyhawke (1985).
He appeared in The Hitcher (1986), in which he played a mysterious hitchhiker tormenting a lone motorist and murdering anyone in his way. He received the 1987 Golden Globe Award for Best Supporting Actor for his role in the television film Escape from Sobibor. At the height of Hauer's fame, he was set to be cast as RoboCop (1987), but Verhoeven, the film's director, considered his frame as too large to move comfortably in the character's suit. Also in 1987, Hauer starred as Nick Randall in Wanted: Dead or Alive as the descendant of the character played by Steve McQueen in the television series of the same name.
In 1988, he played a homeless man in Ermanno Olmi's The Legend of the Holy Drinker. This performance won Hauer the Best Actor award at the 1989 Seattle International Film Festival. Hauer was chosen to portray a blind martial artist superhero in Phillip Noyce's action film Blind Fury (1989). He initially struggled with the implausibility of the character, but learned to "unfocus my eyes, to react to smells and sounds" after meeting with blind judo practitioner Lynn Manning during his research for the role. Hauer returned to science fiction in 1989 with The Blood of Heroes, in which he played a gladiator in a post-apocalyptic world.
Commercials and later roles -
By the 1990s, Hauer was well known for his humorous Guinness commercials as well as his screen roles, which had increasingly involved low-budget films, such as Split Second (1992); The Beans of Egypt, Maine (1994); Omega Doom (1996) and New World Disorder (1999). In 1992, he appeared in the horror-comedy film Buffy the Vampire Slayer as the main antagonist vampire Lothos. He also appeared in the Kylie Minogue music video "On a Night Like This" (2000). During this time, Hauer acted in several British, Canadian and American television productions, including Amelia Earhart: The Final Flight (1994) as Earhart's navigator Fred Noonan, Fatherland (1994), Hostile Waters (1997), The Call of the Wild: Dog of the Yukon (1997), Merlin (1998), The 10th Kingdom (2000), Smallville (2003), Alias (2003), and Salem's Lot (2004).
Hauer played an assassin in Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2003), a villainous cardinal with influential power in Sin City (2005) and a devious corporate executive running Wayne Enterprises in Batman Begins (2005). Also in 2005, he played the title role in Patrick Lussier's film Dracula III: Legacy. Seven years later, he portrayed the vampire hunter Abraham Van Helsing in Dario Argento's Dracula 3D. Hauer hosted the British reality television documentary Shock Treatment in 2005, and featured in Goal II: Living the Dream (2007) as Real Madrid coach Rudi Van der Merwe. He also recorded voice-overs for the British advertising campaign for the Danish butter brand Lurpak.
In 2008, Hauer received the Golden Calf Culture Prize for his contributions to Dutch cinema. The award recognised his work as an actor as well as his efforts to aid the development of young filmmakers and actors, through initiatives such as the Rutger Hauer Film Factory. In 2009, his role in avant-garde filmmaker Cyrus Frisch's Dazzle received positive reviews; it was described in Dutch press as "the most relevant Dutch film of the year". The same year, Hauer starred in the title role of Barbarossa, an Italian film directed by Renzo Martinelli. In April 2010, he was cast in the live action adaptation of the short and fictitious Grindhouse trailer Hobo with a Shotgun (2011). Hauer played Freddie Heineken in The Heineken Kidnapping (2011), for which he received the 2012 Rembrandt Award for Best Actor. Also in 2011, Hauer appeared in the supernatural horror film The Rite as an undertaker named Istvan, the protagonist's father.
From 2013 to 2014, Hauer featured as Niall Brigant in HBO's True Blood. In 2015, he starred as Ravn in The Last Kingdom and as Kingsley in Galavant. In 2016, he joined the film jury for ShortCutz Amsterdam, an annual film festival promoting short films in Amsterdam. Hauer voiced the role of Daniel Lazarski in the 2017 video game Observer, set in post-apocalyptic Poland. Lazarski is a member of a special elite police unit that can hack into minds and interact with memories within. Hauer also provided the voice of Xehanort in the 2019 video game Kingdom Hearts III, replacing the late Leonard Nimoy and was himself replaced by Christopher Lloyd following his death.
Personal life -
Hauer was married twice:
Hauer and his first wife, Heidi Merz, produced Hauer’s only child, Aysha Hauer (born 1966). An actress, she gave birth to Hauer's grandson in 1987.
Hauer was with his second wife, Ineke ten Cate, from 1968, and they married in a private ceremony on 22 November 1985. Cate was the daughter of Laurens ten Cate, the editor-in-chief of the Friesland-based newspaper Leeuwarder Courant.
Although born in Utrecht, Hauer had strong links to Friesland. He once stated in an interview with the Algemeen Dagblad that he "needed to feel the Frisian clay under his feet".
Hauer was an environmentalist. He supported the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society and was a member of its board of advisors. He also established an AIDS awareness organization called the Rutger Hauer Starfish Association.
In April 2007, he published his autobiography, All Those Moments: Stories of Heroes, Villains, Replicants, and Blade Runners (co-written with Patrick Quinlan), in which he discussed many of his acting roles. Proceeds from the book go to the Rutger Hauer Starfish Association.
Death -
Hauer died at his home in Beetsterzwaag, following a short illness. He was 75 years old. A private funeral service was held on 24 July. On 23 January 2020, which would have been Hauer's 76th birthday, a ceremony was held in Beetsterzwaag in his honour. Attendees included Sharon Stone, Miranda Richardson, Diederik van Rooijen, and Prince Pieter-Christiaan of Orange-Nassau, van Vollenhoven.
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hi folks!! happy new year!! I’m Impatient ™️ so here, as a new years delight, have all the rest of the Branch A Pokemon descriptions/Pokedex entries I made :3
CW for graphic desc later on down the line!
Kaiser - Pumphund (The Firearms Pokemon)
Name derived from pump, the pumping motion of racking a gun’s slide (referencing the sfx in Kaiser’s contender fight) and the German word hund, meaning dog. A pure Steel type.
The second evolution of Kleinkuter, this Pokémon’s body rebuilds itself to create the form necessary for Pumphund. It is always billowing dark smoke from its mouth and ears as its body constantly burns fuel it acquires from its nutrition. The tail of a Pumphund is what allows it to utilize the storage of artillery within its body; when necessary, a Pumphund will wind up its tail to ready the mechanism, making a clicking sound. In one swift motion, it will move its tail downwards and open its mouth, unleashing a blast that will severely injure whatever is struck by it. If not eating or firing off its shells, a Pumphund will never open its jaws.
Despite the ferocious nature of Pumphund being quite frightening, this Pokemon can be surprisingly timid when not in battle. Trainers who own a Pumphund have said that the Pokemon tends to stay away from other Pokemon in their trainer’s care and refusing to interact with them, almost as if it were scared.
Disco - Frenzwatt (The Fluid Pokemon)
Derived from the word frenzy, periods of extreme excitement, and the term watt from electricity. A pure Electric type.
The second stage evolution of Groovolt, this Pokemon is renowned for its ability to dance. A graceful and animated creature, it loves to perform for and dance with other Pokemon. Even the most aggressive Pokemon can’t resist its infectious positive energy, hence wanting to and more often than not proceeding to follow suit with the dancing. When dancing, Frenzwatt’s curly fur on top of its head begins to progressively glow brighter and create sparks that fizzle as it moves. When threatened or needed to fight, Frenzwatt will weave through its opponent’s attacks and discharge the full force of the electricity stored in its fur that is powerful enough to shut down entire power plants.
This Pokemon is a positive influence for baby Pokemon and humans alike. As such, Frenzwatt is a decently popular Pokemon amongst older trainers with young siblings or children.
Hippo - Thalapota (Bearing Forme) (The Prosperity Pokemon)
Derived from thalassic, anything to do with the sea, and -pota from hippopotamus. A Water-Fighting type.
Thalapota is a Mythical Pokémon worshiped as a deity in the eyes of several adjacent islands in the South Pacific. It is said that it provided the islanders with conditions to survive, including sunlight, food and fire. Though it has rarely been seen in person by the residents, it is depicted to be adorned with different types of nourishment including fruits, marine life and protein. It is also said that though Thalapota appears to possess a cold expression and an air of royalty, it is incredibly merciful and will readily help any poor Pokémon or humans it finds. However, should any person bring disrespect or foul intent to the paradise Thalapota worked to prosper, it is rumored that it will swiftly punish them, and they shall become one with the land.
Thalapota allegedly possesses another form referred to as its Isle Forme. This form has been attested to existence by a group of islanders who set sail on a small boat one day on a fishing trip. In the midst of their trip, a fierce thunderstorm capsized their vessel. They claim that a mysterious mass of land suddenly rose up beneath them and lifted them out of the water, high above the vicious waves, carrying them back to their home. When one dared to peer over the side of the mass, they saw the face of Thalapota staring straight ahead.
Hondo - Lupushi (The Guarding Pokemon)
Derived from canis lupus, the scientific name for a wolf, and senshi, the Japanese word for warrior. A pure Fighting type Pokémon.
The evolution of the baby Pokemon named Koinution. The only known way for a wild Koinution to evolve into a Lupushi is for it to have its makeshift weapon, a thick branch, grow sharper through battles and training. However, it is also said that some Koinutions have been seen with a shadowy figure, resembling that of a much larger Pokemon than itself, waiting as the Pokemon sharpens their weapon for them.
Lupushi is said to be a wise and helpful Pokemon. It is spoken highly of by those who have traveled through woodlands. It is said that trainers and civilians alike who have encountered a Lupushi are always followed by it as long as they are in the woods, with the Pokemon politely leaving as soon as it has seen the person out. It possesses a frightening gaze beneath its headband that deters other Pokemon from attacking.
But, as docile as it typically is, it should be known that Lupushi are far more experienced sword users than their previous evolution. Its willpower prevents it from submitting to defeat, instead continuously and strategically attacking. Trainers who have attempted to capture a Lupushi have ended up having to flee after the Pokemon defeated their teams. However, those that have succeeded in capturing Lupushi say that it is quick to adapt to its new surroundings and grow bonds with its trainer.
Hugger - Mossardian (The Gentle Giant Pokemon)
Derived from moss and guardian. A Ground and Grass type Pokémon.
This Pokemon is said to be the reincarnated spirit of a kindly lumberjack that met an untimely demise in the forest. It is an overseer of all that goes on in the woods and a guardian of forest life. It is rather warm-hearted and friendly, known to assist lost people at night by comforting them with the voice of a loved one while guiding them through the forest. But, should one incur its wrath by bringing harm to the forest or its inhabitants, Mossardian will transform the offender into a small, defenseless Pokemon and leave it to perish.
The markings on Mossardian’s body emit a gentle glow that brings serenity to life around it. This Pokemon has never once been attacked before in the wild, having easily quelled the aggression of its foes. Mossardian is able to blend in with forest scenery thanks to the moss on its body, staying out of the sight of Trainers wanting to capture it. This Pokemon is hesitant to join a trainer on their adventure as they do not want to leave other Pokemon to potential harm in their absence.
Tiger - Dhundhather (The Astral Pokemon)
Derived from dhundhala, misty in Hindi, and ether, referring to the sky’s boundaries beyond the clouds. A Psychic and Ghost type.
This Mythical Pokémon is renowned for its immense power, being a common folktale shared amongst those who live in rural areas. It is said to only emerge during dawn and dusk, gracefully floating down from the clouds above. Those who are fortunate enough to witness Dhundhather gliding through their area are left with a sense of courage that lasts for hours, even days. However, those who have a face-to-face encounter with this Pokemon are blessed with good luck for an extensive period of time.
Dhundhather is especially revered in those places that are struck with natural disasters, as the fortune it brings along with it allows villages to recover swiftly. The empty hole on its forehead holds a plethora of different gems that marks the large artillery of power Dhundhather has. Being a misty animal-like apparition, the markings on its body begin to glow brightly with the selected gem color if it is on alert. Its spine and tail are adorned with jewels. Dhundhather itself does not seem to particularly show much emotion, being a rather poised Pokemon to encounter. Its regal like aura prevents other Pokemon from trying to attack it or steal the jewels on its back.
Don - Ferfuego (The Compassionate Pokemon)
Derived from fervent, displaying a strong passion, and fuego, the Spanish term for fire. (Literally means like “flames of passion.”)
Ferfuego is a Legendary Pokémon that has supposedly existed for over a millennium. History speaks of it preventing a series of world endangering events at the hands of human conflict and corruption. A tale that is often quoted said that when two forces were at odds with each other with hours remaining before a catastrophic war could be put into motion, a mighty chirrup was heard from the sky, from which Ferfuego fluttered down to the Earth for the first time. It radiated an aura of such intensity and compassion that it caused the congregation of fighters to weep uncontrollably.
Ferfuego is depicted as extremely loving and beloved by all living things. The few times Ferfuego was in battle, if it lost, though it would be upset for a while, would ultimately move on and strive to perform better. It is said to emerge in times of need, when humans become hostile towards other humans or other lifeforms such as Pokemon. As such, it has not been seen in decades. Its well cared for and vibrant plumage, while tempting to feel, is rather hot. Although Ferfuego is known to be very compassionate, breaking its heart has been observed to come with dire consequences. There was only one such occurrence in history where the effects of Ferfuego’s presence did not prevent a tragedy. In the end of such period, it is said that the Pokemon scorched the entirety of the settlement it took place in.
Aran - Gabbra (Buck Forme) (The Feared Pokemon)
Derived from gabhar, the Irish term for goat, and umbra, meaning the inner dark part of a shadow. A Dark and Fairy type.
Gabbra prances about the lands in search of trouble to cause. You will know when a Gabbra is near when you hear the chattering of its teeth, like chilling laughter. It takes a liking to frequenting hilly areas, targeting plantations and their farmers. Once it spots a plot of land, it will trample and uproot the crops, leaving it for the farmers to find. The soil Gabbra steps on allegedly becomes infertile, turning a desaturated hue and hardening like stone. Farmers have been forced to abandon from their old homes both in search of a new plantation and in fear of Gabbra attacking them, as there have been stories about the Pokemon doing so before in the dead of night.
This Pokemon always wears a smile on its face no matter the situation. It can also appear as other animal-like apparitions, altering its appearance for the sake of assisting itself in its mischievous agenda. Most commonly, it is seen in its Buck Forme. Beware a face-to-face encounter with Gabbra. If you have valuables on you, it will steal it and try to lure you into chasing it to get it back. Its arguably favorite thing to steal are Pokeballs. As such, Trainers who live in such areas where Gabbras roam are advised to stay away from the wooded areas, and if they need to go outside, to release a Pokemon from its Pokeball and take it with them.
Gabbra has 3 other forms: Jack Forme (a hare), Tom Forme (a cat), and Stal Forme (a horse). It is rumored to have an evolution, but none have been able to confirm this.
Soda - Slushzver (The Saccharine Pokemon)
Derived from slush, the term for slightly melted snow, and zver, Russian for beast. An Ice/Poison type.
Slushzver lives in the cold regions of the world. This Pokemon is made of a hardened material comparable to that of crushed ice used for slushies, one that requires the frigid conditions to properly flourish. It spends most of its day to day in solitude, as its large stature greatly frightens most that encounter it. The times that it emerges, it spends it helping those that have been trapped by the harsh elements of the cold, often digging lost Trainers and their Pokemon out of the deep snow.
Should any Pokemon decide to try and harm Slushzver, it has a defense mechanism: when attacked, this Pokemon will partially melt the part of its body being targeted. A chunk of its flesh easily comes off into a Pokémon’s mouth, or on its hand. The Pokemon will feel compelled to swallow it thanks to the sweet scent it gives off. However, this substance is extremely toxic: once it is ingested, the aggressor Pokemon will perish, bombarded with an overly sweet taste in their throat and their insides being frozen over.
Bull - Bruhaya (The Ruthless Pokemon)
(pronounced “brooh-hai-ya” lol)
Derived from brutish, and hayalet, Turkish for phantom. A Fighting/Ghost type.
Bruhaya is the reincarnation of a human who died long ago in a tragic event. This Pokemon is forever plagued with an intense rage, rising from the ground every night in restlessness. It is drawn to strong negative emotions, especially vengeance and grief. As such, Bruhaya may be spotted in places of tragic occurrences and graveyards. Its presence instills a horrible sense of dread into any near it. Despite its anger, Bruhaya does not attack unless provoked, seeing no need to commit unnecessary violence.
Bruhaya possesses fearsome horns on its head which it uses to fight. Once it is aggravated, it loses any sense of control and won’t stop its onslaught of attacks until it has violently ravaged its opponent. When wandering, any human or Pokemon that looks into its eye is immediately paralyzed with horrifying hallucinations, and is unable to move until Bruhaya retreats at sunrise.
However, it is said that Bruhaya has been spotted interacting peacefully with other Ghost Pokemon. It seems to feel a connection to them.
Macho - Peladraco (The Champion Pokemon)
Derived from pelagic, anything to do with the open sea, and draco, a word meaning dragon. (So basically, sea dragon)
Peladraco is a Legendary Pokemon revered for its countless victories in battle, as it has never once lost to any foe. It rides on sea currents at high speeds, using the motion to propel itself out of the water in order to fly. Once in the air, the scale-like markings on its body shimmer brightly in the light of the elements to bewilder its opponent. It is able to strike most foes down with a single, fierce blast of water from its mouth. Once its foe is defeated, Peladraco has been witnessed repeatedly emerging and submerging from the sea, doing various tricks while making a high pitched cry to celebrate its victory.
Peladraco seems to be acutely aware of its immense power, and even appears to be rather cocky. Its confidence in its power has even led it to stop mid-battle to taunt its opponent while leaving itself completely open to harm. Expectedly, this has led to Peledraco more than occasionally giving its opponents a free hit. This angers the Pokemon, who immediately dives back into the sea only to launch itself back out and spear directly into its foe, more often than not sending them and itself crashing into the water. Or also, sometimes, impale them with the sharp protrusions from its head.
However, it seems that Peledraco may have a lurking foe awaiting a rematch.
Sandman - Yanmare (Crib Forme) (The Vengeful Pokemon)
Derived from yawn, in this case meaning expansive or deep, and mare from nightmare. (Basically deep nightmares.) A Ground/Ghost type.
Yanmare is a dreaded Legendary Pokémon that has not been seen in decades much like Ferfuego. Once a prodigal hero-like Pokemon of immense power and adoration, it held the title of being undefeated with great pride. It was flattered when people dreamt about it, as it could tell when they were. The sand that fell from its body was said to bring restful sleep to those that spread it on their pillows. All this was until it fought a fierce and extensive battle with the challenging Peladraco before being defeated. After that day, no one had seen the Pokemon until long afterwards. And something was deeply, deeply wrong.
The loss against Peladraco brought Yanmare unspeakable amounts of anger that slowly boiled within it over a period of time as it watched them find its new idolized Pokemon. Trainers and all others forgot about it overtime, until the only one they admired was Peladraco. This anger eventually overflowed and caused its form to morph from it, developing into its Terror Forme. It emerged into the place it was once known, and caused a string of hysteria, which started from it tormenting a Pokemon professor to the point of near death with its horrid screeching and loud rattling noises of its cage-like container.
This Pokemon makes anyone it sees asleep have vivid nightmares of failing in their lives, most often at their greatest aspiration. A handful of Trainers have quit pursuing success as the nightmares were too intense, leaving them uncertain and afraid.
Mac - Minicidae (The Headstrong Pokemon)
(mi-ni-see-day)
Derived from mini and cercophithecidae, the scientific name for monkey. A Normal/Grass Mythical Pokemon.
Minicidae’s existence was questioned by much of the world even in ancient times, as it had only been sighted once scaling up a massive cliff side. In modern times, it had become a sort of urban legend as some had been able to supply a few blurry but decently readable photos of this Pokemon. It had been seen quickly swinging through trees in deep rainforests and battling Pokemon much larger than itself.
Minicidae is said to be extremely tough despite its lacking stature. It would fight those who seemed impossible for it to beat and actually put up an amazing fight. Seeking to grow bigger and stronger than it already is appears to be this Pokémon’s main goal. Though it looked to be training its arms so it could swing high into the air. Its reason for wanting to do this is unknown.
However, Minicidae was fully proven to exist when it was captured by Yanmare. It encountered the Legendary Pokemon when it was well above the stratosphere. Threatened by it, Minicidae attempted to stand its ground. However, Yanmare’s new form quickly ensnared the Pokemon in its trap, causing Minicidae to undergo a frightening transformation where its body became overrun with shadows, turning it into a wispy, black creature. It rattles the bars of the cage its in, screeching for help that will never seem to come.
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focsle · 2 years ago
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how common was scurvy aboard whaling vessels?
Oh bless, this will swerve me from the pit of hypochondria I was burying myself in (I'm not being sarcastic! This pulls me, temporarily, from the pit! At least I don't have scurvy! It's so easily avoidable!)
Scurvy was very common on whalers.
When naval Lieutenant Charles Wilkes came across the whaleship America in 1839, he said of it,
"I have seldom seen at sea a more uncombed and dirty set of mariners than his crew. How they preserve any tolerable state of health I know not, and it is not at all surprising that the ravages of scurvy should be felt on board of some vessels belonging to the whaling fleet, if this is the usual state in which they are kept."
John Martin, of the Lucy Ann, 1840s wrote of "In the evening, dancing cotillions and jumping the rope to keep off the scurvey". It didn't seem to do much. Within two weeks he wrote:
"One man on the sick list, supposed to be caused by his being so long at sea. All hands are complaining of soreness throughout their bodies. If we do not get on shore soon, we may expect to have half the crew down with the scurvey at least. We have no vegetables on board, and are going into King Georges Sound, New Holland [soutwest tip of Australia], a place where we can scarcely get anything to recruit with."
Given that a whaleships spent extended time at sea and were loathe to waste too much time with anchoring somewhere, fresh food ran low quite often. When whaling in the Atlantic and South Pacific whalers usually fared okay, as there were a fair number of provision stops in locations that had fresh fruits and vegetables readily available for trade. It was on said provisions stops that whalers could also, as said by Samuel Wood of the Bowditch, 1849, take a walk to 'knock the scurvey from their bones'.
In seasons that took place up north however, in the Sea of Okhotsk (Kamchatka Sea), Bering Strait, and eventually up into the Arctic, scurvy was extremely prevalent. The fresh food depleted, the ice was always a threat, and unlike other regions there weren't many accessible places to resupply with foods that could ward off scurvy. It's in reading journals during these periods that I find the most complaints of scurvy. And sometimes, the more successful the voyage was, the sicker the men would get because they'd spend more time up there rather than giving up and returning south.
The US Consul in Hawaii made note of this in the 1840s, saying:
"Whaleships were much more successful in taking oil on the North West during the last summer and fall than for three or four seasons previous and most of the vessels remained on the fishing grounds much longer than usual, the consequence of which was that many of the crews were severely afflicted with scurvy, some died after reaching port and before they could be landed, while others were carried to the hospital on litters, being too feeble to walk."
Another US consular officer in Hawaii mentioned the issue of Northwest seasons being taxing to the health too. In the overfishing of whales, it led to a push further and further North, and thus the complaints of scurvy increased.
The Sperm whale rapidly disappeared before the increasing fleet, and in a short time most of the vessels abandoned their pursuit for the whale on the North West Coast. Constant exposure to the cold and fogs of that region soon injured the health of the men and seriously impaired the constitution of many.
In 1844, 1845, and 1846 but more particularly the last two years, a large proportion of the vessels were unsuccessful in taking oil, and when they arrived here in the fall of 1846 they had a large number on the sick list who were obliged to be placed in the Hospitals. With few exceptions the crews were restless and discontented, many had been on board two years or more, and instead of diminishing the debts which stood against them at the time of sailing they had been compelled to add to them in order to supply themselves with necessary clothing— All the hopes and expectations excited by the Agents had been bloated. They were disgusted with the occupation and determined at all hazards to leave their vessels. They would resort to any and every means to procure their discharge. Failing in this, many deserted. If caught in time to be placed on board of their vessels, they would threaten to burn the ship or do some other act to prevent their proceeding the voyage, saying that they would sooner die than go to the North West again, and in many cases Masters ceased to have any control over their crews.
The US Consul was largely concerned with sick (and/or disillusioned) men coming to Hawaii, and then never leaving OR having to have their passage paid back by the government (rather than being forced to ship on another whaler, which was what the Consul's usual method was).
For all that, there were attempts on board made to ward off scurvy. In addition to the exercise John Martin mentioned, he also said the captain allowed unlimited vinegar and free access to the potato pen, ordering them to eat raw potatoes and vinegar to try and hold off scurvy. The vinegar, a mistaken remedy due to its acidity, wouldn't have helped much. Potatoes are an excellent source of vitamin C, more so when they're raw, though eating large quantities raw probably also made those lads have some sad feeling guts.
John King, a rare whaleship doctor on the Aurora, 1837, also had his own remedies:
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"13. Salts of Lemon This is good in scurvy when fresh fruit and vegetables can not be obtained. A teaspoonful dissolved in half a pint of water will form an acid nearly the strength of lime juice. It may be mixed with water and taken freely, sweetened or not. [it makes a good substitute for lemonade, in fever, to allay thirst in fever] Water made slightly acidic with it is a good substitute for lemonade to allay thirst in fever."
Okay that's enough, bedtime, thank you!
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