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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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Patrolling on Christmas

Joel Miller x plus size female reader

Fanfiction rating: Teens and up

My blog overall is 18+

Word Count: approx 2.5k

Summary: Joel prefers patrol rather to be around others at Christmas, even after spending a few years in Jackson. He’s paired up with you on patrol and it’s not so bad. If asked, he may even say fair.

Warnings: Post outbreak, cursing, Joel is a grump, depression, survivors’ remorse/guilt, jokes about The Bard, damn knees and back, a fall, minor injury, ending fluff

Notes: I wanted to write Christmas Joel. I was going for sweet & happy. Post-outbreak Joel cropped up and my post shift mood determined that This is The Way. Merry Christmas 🎄 It’s got a sliver of sweet.

“Patrol can wait a day Joel. I don’t get why you’re still so damn weird about Christmas. It’s just all of us gathering at the Tipsy Bison and talking shit. No one’s going to ask you to do anything, not even me for fuck’s sake.” Elle threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

“...Language Elle.” Joel reminded her.

“I mean, I agree, language, but she’s right. There’s other people on rotation who can-” Tommy with his arms crossed explains, trying to put on a stern face. Doesn’t affect Joel at all.

“Shut it. I said I’m goin’. That’s it. See you tonight.” Heavy boots stepped out of the house and stopped on the porch looking back. “Have fun. Stay out of trouble.” With that, he adjusted the rifle that was over his shoulder and made his way to the perimeter to meet up with his patrol partner. He was expecting Sam or John but tried to control his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. He thought you’d join the others at the festivities.

Just like in the world before the outbreak, no one wanted to work holidays. The few holidays that were still celebrated anyway. Joel volunteered in part because the holidays always reminded him of the people he’d lost and it kept his brain from wandering to the dark recesses of his mind. If he kept busy, followed tasks and tired himself to the point of exhaustion, he’d briefly say goodnight to Elle and collapse in his bed. Then he may be blessed with the void of sleep, where his mistakes and failings may not play back through his head because he’s shut down.

The former smuggler wasn’t disappointed or annoyed that you’d be patrolling with him. In fact, it was likely best. You alternated between silence and run-on sentences about any and everything. That also removed his thoughts from being on himself. He even found himself chuckling on occasion at something you’d say that he found funny. He knew you didn’t mean it to come out that way, but hearing about horoscopes that you thought you remembered and comparing them with Maria and the other ladies based on some old papers they’d found was weird as it was ridiculous to Joel. It was good to have a bit of silliness in this hopeless world.

The both of you checked your weapons, you had a revolver in addition to your rifle. You said that you won it in a bet with Fred that Joel would ‘fire’ you as a patrol partner. Joel was curious as to why. You didn’t look directly at him when you told him why. Your gift of gab and keeping things light as well as your build which was short, stocky and thought to be poor for evading clickers, raiders and hunters. Fred wasn’t wrong in that respect outright, but you’d learned to either hide well or improve your aim to prevent them from getting to you.

Joel noted that Fred was a bigger asshole than he thought.

“Doesn't matter. What does is that I get the job done and come home. Let’s go.” Joel followed your lead, it seemed the bet you’d have with Fred had spurred action in you, not a bad thing, but it’s best to keep a cool head.

“Keep focused. Raiders and clickers don’t give two shits about Christmas.” Joel adjusted his rifle again as the two of you walked, it was a familiar path around the Jackson settlement. Shorter than normal patrol.

“I almost thought Elle was with me instead of you Miller with you talking like that.” A light laugh made Joel feel more at ease. ‘That’s more like normal. Am I sounding like Elle? Dammit.’ He wondered if he needed to worry about his own language use. The sun was high behind the clouds, peeking through every so soften as the crunch of grass and dirt was heard from both of your boots.

You still weren’t saying much and Joel had no clue what to say to get you talking. He suggested about halfway that you both sit on a rock. You offered it to him first on account of his knees. Joel’s face contorted into a scowl and refused to sit until you sat down first. When you saw that he was serious, you sat down and patted the space left on the rock and he took his seat next to you. The elder Miller brother turned away from you to keep an eye out as you did on your side. His knees stopped screaming at him that they ached, they only whispered now.

The crisp air reminded Joel that he was alive. His hair flopped with the wind, his eyes squinting slightly to get a better look at the trees and lake in the distance. He flexed and relaxed his fingers, feeling calm when he should be on high alert. Sometimes Joel found himself concerned that he wasn’t built for a calmer life. That he desired the chaos of the unknown instead of the predictability of the commune “Tommy refused to call a spade a spade. The damn place is nice, but it is a commune…” Joel muttered aloud grinning, he recalled discussing it with his brother and him being so adamant about it.

“I mean, a rose by any other name is, well not a rose. I feel like it's supposed to be more poetic than that.” Her answer made Joel turn his head slightly before keeping his face front, he still needs to be aware of any threats.

“I never had much use for The Bard. Especially now. The hell’s that pentameter shit gonna do with a clicker?”

“I’m surprised you remember that Joel. I just remember Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Tights and Plays, I think.”

“Full of surprises darlin’, even with these sore knees.” The broad man stood as you turned to look back at him. Hair bouncing on his head and a wry smile on his face. “We should get a move on, ya good?” He saw you nod and stand, though he couldn’t quite make out the look on your face. Maybe he did really surprise you, the thought alone made Joel put a half a pep in his step. His knees would be back to screeching soon enough. This time around you let him lead as you chatted about what the both of you knew about Shakesphere, neither of you remembered much so the two of you started making up things that he may put in a Christmas play.

“There’s gotta be some weird trickster spirit fairies that give good children presents and punish bad children. Plus ghosts, there’s usually a ghost.”

“Hamlet’s daddy came back as a ghost right? Might be a dead relative of whoever the play’s ‘bout. Also need a big feast. There’s also food.”

“Don’t talk about food Joel, I’m going to be even more hungry.”

“They always have turkey legs and grapes and wine at those things I think. I feel like that’s what was always in them plays as props.”

“You’ve seen a Sharkesphere play?”

There was a moment where Joel was quiet. “Now Darlin’ keep this to yourself. I maybe was one of those cousins of Romeo or Juliet. Don’t ‘member which one thou.” he heard you stop walking and looked to see what was wrong. Your face was beaming with this piece of information. Joel almost regretted it, but still wanted you to know. He needed not to think about why, he’d go back in the recesses of his mind again that connected to those emotions. They’re locked away to keep him functioning. “Told ya we gotta move. I’ll leave you right there.” He began walking again and heard your steps move to catch up with him.

It was when the gate to Jackson was within view. It was another period of silence after finishing the conversation about the bard and you asking several questions about Joel’s short stint in acting. He said it didn’t suit him and continued with football. You then asked if maybe he sang since they can sometimes go hand in hand. That wasn’t what did it, Joel heard you tell him that he had the voice for it. Sure it was a little raspy, but what he was able to communicate in verbal and non-verbal cues suited some songs.

Joel Miller is not an easy man to surprise. He’s seen too much, done too much and been through too much for that. At least he thought he had, and when he stopped walking, his foot got caught on some underbrush and he tried to break his fall. His left hand hitting a sharp rock and he went down. Would he be able to get up? How badly was he injured? He didn’t feel his knees right now…nope, never mind. He felt them, even more than before. He heard you yell and move by his side, he was slightly out of it and you weren’t able to lift him all the way.

“Sweetheart, don’t ruin your back. Gimmie a few.” He told you, sure he was embarrassed but he could sulk about that later. Joel really did need to get off the ground. It was cold, he was sore and anything could happen. He’s completely open. Slowly, he rolled on his side and sat up with a loud groan. The worried look on your face made him sigh, he’s supposed to be the experienced one here and he falls right in front of home basically. “Hands darlin’.” Joel stretched his large hands toward yours and you pulled him up, using your body weight to force him upright. He hopped up and took a minute to adjust, large hands holding your small ones. Joel knew he held them a few seconds more than was necessary, but he told himself it was to ensure he was steady so he wouldn’t fall again. But he knew it wasn’t, and it was no help when you decided to walk at side by side with one of your hands on his back. Normally he’d fight you on it as he did with the rock, but he doesn’t mind it being there and understands that you’re trying to help.

Your hand left Joel’s back when you two could see the guards at Jackson’s gate. Joel decided the least he could do was walk you back to your house after reporting in. Nothing unusual, no raiders or clickers. No news was good news. Your house is smaller than Joel’s, it is meant for one person. A small wreath is on your door with a red and gold bow.

“Maria said I had to put something on my door. I’ve never been much for decorating. You have to put it away later.” You explained and unlocked your door, letting him in. You had a couch, kitchen, cabinet with a few books and a dented wooden globe. Tommy had let you keep it and you weren the only person interested in it so he said it was fine you took the thing. All of them had pieces of garland on them. “Sit down Joel, I’m gonna wrap your hand.”

Joel instead walked over to the sink and rinsed his hand under some cold water. “Nah darlin’ you’ve done plenty.” Apparently, you’d had a small first-aid kit. Joel wondered what you may have traded to get one, or what you may have done to earn one.

“If you won’t sit, then I’ll wrap it while you stand. You might want to be nice to your knees though. I won’t have you falling in here.” You’re teasing him, he doesn’t hate it. Joel resigns himself to his fate and plops on your couch, noting some mistletoe on the wooden post next to the loveseat he just sat on. It looked like it was slapped up there. “Maria and Kelly decorated, hence all the garland, I never noticed that though.” Your eyes rolled and you sat next to Joel and took some supplies out of the kit, dabbing and cleaning his hand before adding some clean gauze and wrapping it. You taped it and Joel complemented your work, it was better that it was covered as to stave off an infection. He knew he didn’t need anything like that.

Not thinking about it, Joel patted your thigh before standing up, “Thanks darlin’. Didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’ll be on my way.” He realized he needed to go. It’s been too long any he can’t. He needs to wrap his head around this if he can. Maybe not his head. He just made room for Elle in his heart, would he have room for you too? Did you even want to be there? You’re friendly and talkative with everyone, it just seems special because Joel is aware of how prickly he is. But you’re not treating him differently, he’s reading into it. He may be heavily starved for companionship.

Those heavy boots of his start to carry him toward your door. He’s bid you goodbye, but you grab his arm. “Darlin’ I-”

“Joel, wait.” He closes his eyes for a moment, then stops. His boots step toward you, Joel looks down at you, trying to discover what’s on your face, but it’s something he recognizes - longing. “Could I just, just close your eyes Joel.” He shakes his head, but your grip on his arm doesn’t wane, he allows his body to relax with an exhale.

“S’alright. Don’t feel ya hafta do-”

“I don’t have to do anything. Yes, I know. Just close your eyes will you? This is the most I’ve heard you talk today Joel.” He ended up bending forward slightly, tipping his chin down and his face toward you. A pair of soft lips touched his cheek, right above his graying beard. “M-Marry Christmas Joel. That’s all I wanted to do.”

A smirk spread on Joel’s face, “Sure about that Sweetheart?” He was aware he was playing a dangerous game, but it was enjoyable. He was one for some risk. You huffed which he found adorable, your other hand found its way to his cheek and pinched him.

“I’m sure Joel Miller. Go on home and rest. Your back and knees will thank you. Dream of the bard while you’re at it.” Joel and you chuckled and you lowered your hand as he caught it, kissing the back of it and then your forehead.

“Not going to dream of some puffy bard darlin’, got someone a lot sweeter on my mind. Merry Christmas to you too. Sleep well.” Your grip on his arm loosened and he dropped your hand, heading to the door before opening and exiting your home. He stood on the porch to hear you lock it, then he started walking to he and Elle’s home.

Joel Miller might be ready to let someone in this Christmas.

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starsandstark · 6 months

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Do you want Candles ?

I really wanted to write this piece so please don't be too harsh as I'm not a writer, and english is not my first language there must be so many mistakes I'm really sorry.

CalxMerrin

(mention of CalxGabs but really not much (I wrote that around the fact that Cal and Gabs had a little something, since I feel like Merrin is not the only one allowed to have a little fun).

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A silent evening, with only the sounds of the local fauna of Koboh. Nothing to disturb the peace outside. But inside the Pyloon Saloon, the party was in full swing.

Everyone in the Rambler's Reach wanted to celebrate Cal and his crew to thanks them.

Since he defeated Rayvis, the Bedlam Raiders were less organized and less threatening, fiinaly the prospectors could go back and try find some priorite in peace.

As everyone was partying, Cal was upstairs with a glass of, he didn't even know what but Monk made it specially for him. He was only sipping in it, as he was still very sore from all his fights, he didn't want to feel more dizzy with his drink. Instead, he watched everyone have fun. It was enough for him, knowing that everyone he cared for was safe and sound. So he sat there and watch, alone. The music was good, Ashe and DD-EC seemed to really enjoy their crowd. Bode and Greez were still arguing, Moran and Toa were discussing together which was actually fun to watch because they had nothing in common. She was a scholar and he was....well a smugler to say the least. But they seemed to get along pretty easily, maybe the begining of a really interesting friendship ?

Someone missed from this merry little crowd. Someone Cal never took his eyes off most of the time. But she was nowhere to been seen, which made Cal a little more disapointed than he would admit. After the k....their escape on Jedha, the Jedi's thoughts were all over the place. So many things came to his mind, the Empire, how to they would tear it down, how they only made a scratch on their back, how Rayvis and Dagan were blinded by their pride, how the Bedlam Raiders were a real threat when organized under the same banner, how he met with Cere again, and Greez, and he met Bode ! Whom was like a brother to him, how he finally found his Merrin again....

« - Are you lost again, Jedi ? »

He startled at her voice.

Merrin.

« - No, I'm....hm. I'm enjoying the moment with everybody.

- Good, enjoy because the fight is not over.

- I know » he said sighing. She was always so forward.

« - Was is your first kiss ? » She asked, as he choked on his own salive, thanks the Force he wasn't sipping his drink or he would have spit everything. She was so damn forward, and he was probably flashing red.

He coughed « - No, no it wasn't » A soft smile appeared on his face.

Merrin hummed a little, she didn't know if she was enjoying the fact that she could make him blush so easily or if she was a little jealous to not have been his first kiss.

Even more as she was seing the growing smile on his face. She secretly hope he smiled like this when he was thinking or talking about her. She was surprised to have that kind of thoughts. Unfitted for a Nightsister, even more so as it was directed to a Jedi. But she actually didn't mind it, it felt more...Alive.

« - Who was it ? Your First kiss ? »

She displayed a strange curiosity toward that particuliar subject thought Cal.

He cleared his throat,

« - Someone from my old crew. Gabs. She was.... » He paused, remembering his late friend.

« - She was amazing, smart and witty, and they made such a good team with BD » BD gave a sad boop as he also remembered her (as far as a droid can « remember » anything),

« -She.... » Cal continued « -I....We....I really liked her and she...Well...We kissed. She told me she had feelings for me but I told her we couldn't be together. »

« - Attachement is prohibed to Jedi ? »

« - Yes but I... » He found his shoes very interesting. « -…Was thinking about someone else. » He suddenly looked up to meet her gaze.

« - I felt I had to be honest with her, that it would be playing with her feelings if I was with her while thiking about....You. »

Now Merrin felt as she was the one blushing from cheeks to ears. When did he became so bold ?

It felt like she left a boy to return to a man.

And what a man.

She couldn't help but wear a slight smile on her face, she was full of pride after what he had said. Did he just admit he chose her ?

He sighed

« - I'm sorry now, I feel a little tired I need to rest.

- Yes, you most definitly need it, I'll stay a little, Goodnight,

- Goodnight. »

He left the party without anyone noticing, except Merrin. He regained his little cot in the basement of the saloon, layed down and finally he allowed himself a long sigh. Turning to adjust himself confortably in his little bed, he fell asleep rather quickly. He'd been so exhausted after all he've been through these last few months. Before drifting to dreams, he tought again about his previous crew. Gabs of course, Bravo that he was still blaming himself for not being able to save, the twins....Maybe Greez and Cere were right, maybe working with Saw was a mistake, they did nothing more to the Empire than a mosquito on a Oggdo's back.

He didn't realise he fell asleep, not until Merrin joined him in his cot. Actually it felt like she has been here a long time before he opened his eyes. It seemed like she was watching him sleep,

« -Hey, how long have you been here ?

-Maybe an hour. You look really peaceful when you sleep. »

They smiled together, Merrin was still staring in Cal's eye, deeply like she was reading inside his mind. Her eyes drifted to his lips, pink, and slightly parted. With her thumb she gently brushed his lower lip, he exaled slowly,

She closed her eyes and carefully brought her lips again his, small, slow kisses as she stroked his cheek. He was there, he was real, she was in his arms and they were kissing so gently that she felt like melting. But she soon find that chastes kisses weren't enough for a taste and bravely tried to place her tongue in the move, smoothly so he won't be surprised by this incoming change of tempo.

She was the surprised one actually when he effortlesly came along her pace with such experience she couldn't believe he was almost a novice in kissing.

Oh how much she melted really this time, he was so gentle and yet knew what to do, she was the one following the flow here, the more they kissed, so passionatly, the more they felt in tune. Cal broke the kiss first, to take his breath and as he did replace a strand of hair, which had been in front of her eye, behind her ear, and he looked at her just like she did minutes before. He sighed again, slow and heated, he couldn't believe he was here, with her in his arms, kissing her. He felt like the time stopped, and he wished it would never resume its course. He wish they could forget everything about the Empire and their fight, just laying there together until the end of the times.

Merrin run her hand through Cal's hair, and he loved it, he haven't realised how touch deprived he had been until now, she could only brush his skin with her finger and he too would melt under her touch. She carried on kissing him, even more passionatly than before. He loved it, and then she thought she could be a little adventurous, and as she pushed his shoulder so that he could roll onto his back as she straddle him, and she did it still kissing him intensly. Cal felt a little stunned in the process but kept following Merrin in her moves. At this moment he didn't know what to do with his hands and felt a little stupid as they just layed there on either side of him. He didn't think much while they kissed, but now he was thinking a million thoughts at the same time, didn't know what to do.

But Merrin did.

As she was still kissing him she cautionly placed her hand under his shirt, his tank top actually which she found ridiculously hot on him. It wrapped him nicely and Merrin really couldn't stop thinking about his broad shoulders and tiny waist. And his arms ? Oh his arms were like candies to her. She felt the heat inside her rising more and more as she carressed his stomach.

Suddenly he stopped everything, the kissing and her hand. He had a firm but gentle grip and her wrist, his other hand was covering his own eyes. Merrin realised he was once again red as the skies in Dathomir. That would be cute to her, if she didn't felt kind of shocked by his maneuver. Did she do something wrong ?

« - I'm sorry.... » He said sheepisly, his hand still covering his eyes, his face still red.

« - I....Oh please don't laugh at me » She relaxed on top of him and he let go of her wrist, his hand now free came to meet his other one on his face. He wiped his face before taking a long breath and lifting himself on his elbows to look her in the eyes.

« - I thought.....You know....I thought the next step would be...

- Intercourse you mean ? »

Why did she had to be this direct in a moment like this. He usualy loved her directness but right now he wished he could just disapear into thin air. He cough hard because he felt that if he swallowed, he'd choke on his own saliva.

« - Yes, that. Well, please don't laugh, but I thought it would be more.... »

She looked at him while he was struggling to find his words, she seemed disappointed.

He breathed one more time, this was so difficult for him.

«- I thought it would be less rushed and more....I don't know ! » He lifted his hands in the air, actually touching the twin bed roof above him and they came back clapping on his stomach.

« - Do you want candles ? » Merrin asked with no judgement in her voice but in a flat tone.

« - Yes ! No ? I don't know, that feels, so...naive, but, I don't want my first time, our first time together to be here in a bed so little we barely fit together in it, with everyone at the party still upstairs, it feels unpersonal.

- Cal Kestis, Jedi knight and romantic at heart.

- Yes, maybe I am, is it wrong ?

- No, it's very cute »

She kissed his nose. He blushed even more.

He stroked his face one more time before he relaxed a little under her, he felt incredibly tired suddenly and wanted to lay down with her in his arms. As if she could read his mind she moved and layed herself in front of him, so she could still look into his eyes and gently caressing his hair.

« - Thank you. » He said barely above whisper, she smiled at him. She could sense him falling asleep as fast as he woke up moments ago, and they stayed like this all night, Merrin feeling herself drifting toward dreams as well. A little disappointed she would admit only to herself, but she also felt over the moon (any moon really but not Koboh's as it was shattered) that Cal felt safe enough with her to share this kind of thoughts. For the first time in years she slept with a smile on her face, in the arms of the man she loved.

#cal x merrin #merrical #calmerrin #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #jedi suvivor #swjo

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merrigel · 9 months

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Your Harrow animation is incredible and made my morning! It's so cool!

AH thank you so much omg!! It was a labor of love, and tbh the response to it has been like! INSANELY COOL HEHEHE, I can't believe it!

#ask #mykingdomfor #y'all are literally all the nicest and thank you so so much for your kind words!!#merry gabs

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logi1974 · 4 months

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Namibia 2023/24 - Tag 12

FROHE WEIHNACHTEN!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Herrschaften und Oukies!!!

Gegen 9.15 Uhr morgens machten wir uns heute wieder auf die Räder. Miss Mogli, die feline Krankenschwester, hatte heute keinen Dienst. Den Posten übernahm dann der Hasenbär.

Auf der ersten Etappe gab es nicht besonders viel zu sehen, da diese exakt die gleiche Strecke von vorgestern, nur eben rückwärts, war.

An der Naute Kristall Kellerei, von der wir seit Jahren unsere Spirituousen beziehen, fuhren wir leider nur vorbei. Eigentlich wollten wir hier auch einen kleinen Stopp einlegen, als wir aber den Reiseveranstalter TARUK dort parken sahen, nahmen wir davon Abstand.

Unterhalb des Naute Damms, ging es wieder über die Low Bridge des Löwen Fluss. Heute blockierte kein Pferd die Durchfahrt, dafür war es jetzt ein Radfahrer, der sich dort erfrischte.

Bald sind wir zurück auf der B 4. Dort biegen wir nach Westen, in Richtung Lüderitz, ab. Endlich einmal keine Schotterpiste, sondern Asphalt - und das für die ganze restliche Strecke.

Mittagspause gab es in der kleinen Ortschaft, mit dem wenig verheißungsvollen Namen: Aus - wie aus, Schluss und vorbei.

Der kleine Ort Aus spielte einst eine bedeutende Rolle in der Entwicklung der Eisenbahnlinie zwischen Lüderitz und Keetmanshoop, da er über ein kostbaren Gut verfügte: Wasser.

Nachdem die Bahnlinie im Jahre 1906 fertiggestellt war, entwickelte sich Aus zu einem regen Verkehrspunkt. In der Umgebung des Ortes wurde Land an Händler, ehemalige Schutztruppler und andere Interessenten verkauft, die Farmbetriebe aufbauten.

Es öffneten Cafés, Geschäfte und ein Postamt ihre Tore im Dorf, dessen Zentrum das ebenfalls 1906 errichtete Bahnhofshotel bildete.

Als am 14. April 1908 der erste Diamant bei Grasplatz, an der Eisenbahnlinie nach Lüderitz, gefunden wurde, setzte in den küstennahen Gebieten um die Lüderitzbucht das Diamantenfieber ein.

Es wirkte sich auch auf Aus vorteilhaft aus. Die Farmer in der Umgebung belieferten Kolmannskuppe und andere Siedlungen im Diamantengebiet mit Fleisch und Milchprodukten. Die 1907 in Deutsch-Südwestafrika eingeführten Karakulschafe wurden ein wichtiges Handelsgut.

Im Jahr 1911 öffnete in Aus eine deutsche Schule ihre Tore. In Kubub gab es inzwischen eine Pferdezucht, die Arbeitstiere für die Minen sowie Rennpferde für Lüderitz züchtete.

1913, zum 25-jährigen Regierungsjubiläum von Kaiser Wilhelm II., floriert Aus und kann es sich leisten, dieses Ereignis bei garantiertem deutsch-südwester „Kaiserwetter“ gebührend zu feiern.

An Kaisers 25. Regierungsjubiläum hätte sich hier kaum jemand träumen lassen, dass das gute Leben zwei Jahre später vorbei sein sollte.

Auch im 1. Weltkrieg spielte die Ansiedlung, die 1446 Meter über dem Meeresspiegel liegt, eine bedeutende Rolle im Kampf zwischen der deutschen Schutztruppe und der südafrikanische Armee. Es gab hier sogar eine Ersatz-Funkstelle, nachdem die Küstenfunkstelle in Lüderitz verloren war.

Heute ist Aus - mehr denn je - Durchgangsstation zum Tanken oder kurzer Rast im alt-ehrwürdigen Bahnhof Hotel. Die Tankstelle wurde im vergangenen Jahr endlich, ihrer Wichtigkeit entsprechend, ausgebaut.

Vorbei die Zeiten in denen sich alles um die 2 freistehenden Zapfsäulen knubbelte. Es gibt ein richtig modernes Gebäude. Allerdings muss man zum Bezahlen immer noch ins alte Büro und auch die Toiletten sind immer noch direkt nebenan. Gut Ding will eben Weile haben!

Wir amüsieren uns über 2 junge Ladies, die mit einem wenig fahrtüchtigen Auto - allgemein als Schrottkarre bekannt - dort steht. Die Kiste hat oben auf dem Dach 2 Reservereifen, die noch viel weniger fahrtüchtig sind.

Das Bahnhof Hotel bietet die typische Deutsch inspirierte Südwester-Küche und hausgemachte Kuchen zu moderaten Preisen. Man spricht Deutsch, Englisch und Afrikaans.

Gelegentlich trifft man schon hier auf die wilden Namib-Pferde, die sich, in Dürrejahren auf der Suche nach Futter, von der etwa 20 Km Wasserstelle von Garub entfernt, hier ohne Scheu bewegen.

Doch man sieht der Landschaft die ergiebigen jüngsten Regenfälle an. Noch nie haben wir diese Landschaft derart, von einem grünen Flaum bedeckt, gesehen.

Fährt man dann auf der B 4, von Aus in Richtung Lüderitz , staunt man über die hervorragende Teerstraße, die durch die Wüste zu der Ortschaft am Atlantik führt.

Bis dorthin ist es aber noch ein weites Stück und endlos scheint sich die Savanne vor dem Berg "Dicker Willem" vor uns auszubreiten.

Schon bald zeigen die Straßenschilder "Vorsicht Pferde" an und meinen nicht etwa Reitpferde, sondern die Wildpferde von Garub, die hier anzutreffen sind.

Wir biegen etwas 20 Kilometer hinter Aus nach Rechts ab und folgen der Piste bis zu der Wasserstelle im Nirgendwo, an der die wilden Pferde der Namib zu finden sind.

Flimmernde Hitze, sengende Sonne. Wohin das Auge schaut, türmen sich Sand, Geröll und Felsen. Kaum ein Strauch, kaum ein Baum, der Schatten spendet.

Rau, lebensfeindlich und abweisend wirkt die Landschaft am Rande der Namib. Mehr als 50 Millimeter Niederschlag pro Jahr sind hier selten und die gab es hier tatsächlich in den letzten Monaten.

Die Herkunft der Pferde konnte bisher nicht einwandfrei geklärt werden, doch stammen sie ursprünglich, so weit ist man sich einig, nicht aus diesem Landstrich am Ostrand der Namibwüste. Dafür haben sie sich jedoch im Laufe von rund 100 Jahren an die kargen Lebensbedingungen sehr gut angepasst.

Verschiedenen Untersuchungen zufolge stammen die Pferde möglicherweise von den deutschen Schutztruppen, vielleicht aber auch von der südafrikanischen Armee, die unweit von Aus bzw. Garub stationiert waren.

Demnach hatten sich die Deutschen im Ersten Weltkrieg vor den anrückenden südafrikanischen Soldaten an der Wasserstelle von Aus verschanzt. Der kaiserlichen Schutztruppe standen 10 000 Südafrikaner mit 6000 Pferden bei Garub gegenüber.

Die Deutschen Soldaten bestiegen bei Garub den Zug, der sie aus dem Kriegsgebiet fortschaffte. Ihre treuen, vierbeinigen Weggefährten konnten sie dabei, aus Platzgründen, nicht mitnehmen. So wurde abgesattelt, das kostbare Sattelzeug verladen und die Pferde sich selbst überlassen.

Offenbar wurden die Pferde in den 1920er Jahren zum ersten Mal gesichtet, so dass die Vermutung, sie seien den Wirren des 1. Weltkrieges entkommen, recht einleuchtend klingt.

Der Hobby-Historiker Walter Rusch stieß auf ein weiteres Puzzlestück, das das Bild vervollständigt: in Fotoalben von Emil Kreplin, 1909 bis 1914 Bürgermeister von Lüderitz, fand er Aufnahmen einer Pferdezucht auf Kubub südlich von Aus.

Dort ließ Kreplin Arbeitstiere für den Bergbau züchten - und Rennpferde für das aufblühende Lüderitz. Auf Fotos der Kreplin-Zucht erkennt man zudem Pferde mit Merkmalen, die sich auch 100 Jahre später noch bei den wilden Pferden finden.

Biologisch und historisch fundiert, lassen sich damit mehrere Theorien zusammenführen. Der Kern der Herde dürfte aus Pferden der Südafrikaner, der Schutztruppe und der Kreplin-Zucht bestehen.

Unter dem Schutz des Diamanten-Sperrgebietes II haben sich die verwilderten Pferde fast 100 Jahre lang isoliert entwickeln können, so dass man heute von einer eigenen Pferderasse, den "Namibs", sprechen kann.

Garant für ihr Überleben ist diese Wasserstelle. Die Tränke war einst eine Pumpstation für die Dampflokomotiven der nahe gelegenen Eisenbahnlinie Aus-Lüderitz, die noch in deutschen Kolonialtagen errichtet worden war.

Heute ist das namibische Umweltministerium dafür verantwortlich, dass das aus 120 Metern Tiefe gepumpte Wasser den Tieren zur Verfügung steht.

Wir verlassen die Pferde wieder, fahren zurück auf die B 4 und folgen dieser immer nach Westen.

Jetzt sind es nur noch 20 Kilometer bis nach Lüderitz, dann haben wir unsere heutige Etappe geschafft. Die Landschaft zeigt sich jetzt nahezu völlig vegetationslos und lebensfeindlich.

Der Himmel am Horizont sieht seltsam aus. Erst als uns der zunehmend stärker werdende Wind den Sand aus der Wüste ums Auto knallt, begreifen wir dass wir Lüderitz von dem berüchtigten Süd-Wester-Sturm heimgesucht wird.

Sand und nichts als Sand bestimmt die letzten Kilometer. 12 Kilometer vor Lüderitz passieren wir die alte Diamantenstadt Kolmannskuppe. Sie ist in dem Sandsturm kaum zu auszumachen.

Wir hoffen, dass der peitschende Sand uns weder den Lack vom Auto schmirgelt, noch die Scheiben oder Scheinwerfer zerkratzt. An unsere GoPro Kamera vorne an der Windschutzscheibe haben wir dabei gar nicht gedacht - da ist das Objektiv jetzt hin.

Hinter der nächsten Kurve sollte man schon die Kirchturmspitze der Felsenkirche von Lüderitz am Horizont erkennen. Heute sieht man nur gelben Sand in der Luft.

Um halb fünf erreichen wir Lüderitz. Das Thermometer ist von weit über 35°C auf angenehme 24°C hier in Lüderitz gefallen.

Heute sind wir froh, dass wir das Tagesziel, die Pension der Familie Hälbich, erreicht haben. Die Unterkunft trägt den typisch "afrikanischen" Namen Zur Waterkant. Was auch sonst? Schließlich sind wir hier doch an der Waterkant!

Für den heutigen Abend haben wir eine Tischreservierung in der Diaz Oyster Bar.

Der Diaz Coffee Shop, ursprünglich in der Bismarck Straße gelegen, und die alte Oyster Bar, die ehemals im Hafen beheimatet war und schon lange geschlossen ist, haben sich an neuer Wirkungsstätte zusammengetan.

Es gibt frische Austern aus der Lüderitz Bucht zu Spottpreisen. Ich bestelle gleich 12 Stück und lasse sie mir mit Käse & Schinken überbacken.

Lekker Slaap!

Angie, Micha, Mama und der Hasenbär

#Canyon Roadhouse #Aus #Bahnhof Hotel #Garub #Wild Horses #Wildpferde #Namib #Lüderitz #namibia #afrika #africa

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misteria247 · 4 months

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merry christmas gab!! 🎄❤

Ohmigosh Merry Christmas to you as well my beloved friend!!!! 🎅🤶🎄🥛🍪💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #asks #ask and you shall receive #MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

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littlesmartart · 1 year

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merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!

as gutted as I am to be effectively letting this AU go, I just know I'm never going to get around to finishing the fic, and people asked for the stuff that I had, so here you go - everything I've written for it can be found here, and then the notes for the rest of the plot after that are below the cut. I hope you guys enjoy this silly christmassy mess :)

Louis panics about whether to get Lestat a present, general anxiety but: he restructured his entire life for her, he gave up his dreams of being a writer and took a boring accounting job, he split up with the love of his life for her to protect her from their issues, HE CAN PUT UP WITH LESTAT BEING AN ASSHOLE FOR A COUPLE DAYS

Day One: Lestat rocks up in a sports car with snow tires, baggage only just fits, they tag team entertaining Claudia on the drive, listen to Disney songs, take turns driving, when Claudia falls asleep Lestat switches it to his own music and it's really good??? Very inconvenient (reference Lestat's music career history), get to hotel and there's two double beds, Lestat shares with Claudia, Louis turns round and sees TATTOOS and SOFT DAD INTERACTIONS and immediately runs off to take a (cold) shower before bed

Day Two: travel goes smoothly, Louis didn't sleep well and can't stop thinking about how hot Lestat is so is Grumpy Pants, he and Lestat have some close calls on arguments, very tense, then it starts snowing, they keep driving but break down, will be over an hour before the breakdown folks get there, only one blanket and Claudia is getting worryingly cold, they're starting to get concerned when a TRUSTWORTHY UNIFORM AUTHORITY MAN (police? Ranger?) turns up on a bike and offers to take Claudia to the diner in the nearest town to warm up, they reluctantly let her go (swap numbers, look at his badge, take down his bike reg, etc) then SHARE THE BLANKET… Lestat blames himself, emotional and horny moment, wind up making out obviously, then breakdown people turn up and interrupt them, they collect Claudia and book in at a motel with one double bed (Claudia sleeps between them… for warmth of course)

Day Three: Louis sleeps in and wakes up to Lestat and Claudia being adorable dancing and making breakfast in the kitchenette (reference when Claudia was a baby), Louis is high key having Feels by this point, they make it to the cabin and Gabs is already set up, the Tension cools off a bit

they mostly get along with a bit of bickering but generally... it's really NICE. Worryingly nice. Louis is really enjoying himself actually, if he could just get over how FRUSTRATINGLY ATTRACTIVE Lestat is insisting on being. And also... surprisingly... grown up? Like, still fun and goofy like always, but he's also being responsible and doing his fair share of actual parenting? And Louis is. Feeling some kinda way about this.

Christmas Eve: they do Christmassy shit and it's cute and fun, and Lestat absolutely gets out a guitar and does carols and sings with Claudia and Louis is just internally combusting. He says goodnight to Claudia and helps tuck her in, then goes out onto a balcony to clear his head. Gabs follows him out and sits with him and is like "So." And Louis just frantically word vomits at her about how Lestat has grown UP and got so good at this, and isn't being awful any more, and he shouldn't be feeling like this and he can't do anything because it's not fair on Claudia, what if it doesn't work out, she'll just get hurt again, oh god, this is a mess.

And Gabs is like "have you considered having any communication about this whatsoever with Lestat" and he is like NO OF COURSE NOT!!!!! And Gabs just sighs and is like "have you considered the fact that a lack of communication is partly what destroyed your relationship before" and Louis is like. Fucking. Dammit. You're right. And Gabs exits stage left with another deep sigh because oh my god, these morons.

Then naturally Lestat comes out with hot chocolate and they sit together quietly and drink. And Louis says, very softly, that he's had a really good time. And Lestat is like, were you expecting to not have a good time? And Louis gives him a flat look and points out that last time they were together for more than an hour at a time they wound up having a screaming row. And Lestat says, well, we've changed. And Louis reaches over and squeezes his hand and says, I know.

AND THEN THEY KISS

AS THE SNOW FALLS

(Louis demands they go to couples therapy)

#humanAU #AUs #loustat #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #gabrielle de lioncourt #claudia de lioncourt #vampire chronicles

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