#home hunters ph

[sixxth]

✨Ah, welcome home, good hunter. What is it you desire?✨ FD: Bloodborne CH: Doll PH: https://t.me/andrewinnikowlife

[chocobochaserstories]

Jackrabbit (FFVII Story)

Jackrabbit - Part One Fun little story idea, I'll see if I lose interest halfway through. Age shifting for my convenience: Tseng (37) Reno (37) Elena (17) TW: Suicide mention, referenced teen pregnancy, terrorism, child soldiers,

"The bunny is cute and speaks in squeaks, but the hare is a wise creature that speaks in tongues because the woods are cold and the trees are listening. The rocks whisper among the cold and the jackrabbit carries on without a word because he knows not to test the ways of the wood." -- Luca, 11.24.2024

“What exactly is so bad about a group named after bunnies?” Elena questioned, pulling her ripped pant leg free from where it’d snagged on the jagged metal of the rubble. 

“I know that you’re a rookie and all but you’ve seriously never heard of the Hares?” Reno questioned, shining his PHS flashlight over a drop to see how bad it was before he threw himself off the ledge. “Listen, kid, the Hares are insane, and I don’t mean that in an overstatement.”

Reno kicked the broken metal door out of the way. Elena followed behind him, posing her question. “I mean, I’ve heard of them, but they’re just a gang of wannabe crimelords, aren’t they?”

“Listen, ‘Lena, you and Emma were lucky to grow up on the plate. Two parents workin’ for Shinra, stable home, relatively safe neighborhood,” Reno approached a mainframe computer that might’ve once controlled the reactor, cursing quietly to himself when it appeared the parts had been taken, likely by a scrapper. “But I didn’t have that luxury.”

“Your point?” Elena questioned. “I mean, no offense, but your background about coming from the slums isn’t exactly a secret to the Turks.”

Reno rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair, chuckling as Elena bristled and yelled at him. “Listen to your elders and let me finish.”

“The Hares aren’t just ‘wannabe crimelords’... Though it’d be fuckin’ great if that’s all they were.” Reno “The Hares were a group of assassins and bounty hunters, and were known for their brutality and skill. They were associated with Avalanche, or they were at some point. Honestly, it’s kind of hard to know if they were a sub branch, an alliance, or whatever. And their methods were known to be barbaric. They’d recruit kids off the street, leave ‘em damaged, resorting to self mutilation and addictions to cope with the trauma. Most often left their members mentally scarred and psychologically unstable, which fed into a big ‘don’t trust anyone’ mindset down in the slums.”

Elena’s brown eyes widened at the description. “You say that like you’ve had experience.”

Reno shook his head. “If you’re implying I’m an ex-Hare or some shit, no, no I wasn’t. Dated a girl down in the slums who went on to become one, though. I don’t know, gods, I was probably your age back then. Honestly, I still don’t know if we ever really dated or we were just horny teens who mutually enjoyed fucking.”

“Gross.” Elena’s nose wrinkled at the visual of her superior in that light. “I don’t want to hear about that.”

Reno chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. But anyhow, it was just me, my sister, and my girlfriend against the world.”

“You have a sister?” Elena hadn’t known that.

“Had one. She went missing when I was like sixteen. She was fifteen at the time. Police told us she was a runaway. They closed the case a couple months later when they found her shoes neatly set aside in a reactor. She knew how a reactor works. She knew there wouldn’t be a body to find.” Reno sighed. “I just wish I knew what drove her to suicide.”

“I…” Elena was at a loss for words. “I’m so sorry.”

Reno didn’t say anything. A tense silence fell over the bombed out reactor. A clatter sounded, followed by a soft curse. Reno’s eyes narrowed. “We’re not alone here, it seems.”

A pair of hooded figures stood among the reactor rubble. One wore a sheepskin-lined jacket and the other had a toolkit fastened to her hip under hers. Was that a girl? Reno couldn’t be sure, since the Hares tended to be as young as they were. He imagined the small sized Hare was probably a girl due to the delicate, bony frame, but it could just be a sickly little boy, not that it exactly mattered; the Hares were technically wanted criminals as far as Shinra was concerned. 

“Pincer them, and don’t let them escape.” Reno instructed Elena in a hushed tone before drawing his rod. He raised his voice back to an authoritative speaking tone. “Alright, pipsqueaks, we can do this the easy way, and you two can surrender, or we can do this the hard way. Either way, you two are coming with us.”

“You Turks usually carry pink guns with rhinestones and butterflies?” The Hare in the sheepskin put his hands up, abandoning the gun in its holster on his hip.

Elena narrowed her eyes and huffed out a cry of ‘rude!’ She focused her gun on the male Hare. “Big talk for a street rat with a compact Glock. Yeah, don’t think I didn’t ID that little toy you’re carrying.”

“Aw, and they said girls weren’t supposed to have dirty mouths. Though maybe I shouldn’t be so shocked since you’re playing in the all boys club.” The Hare sneered.

“You two, enough banter,” Reno tapped his rod on his shoulder and cracked his knuckles on his free hand. “Now, hands up, the both of you- yes I mean you too, young lady- and just follow us out and no one gets too badly hurt.”

Both Hares put their hands up and took a step back. The boy’s boot hit the ground and the metal under them quaked. Reno’s eyes widened. “The Hell?”

Elena fell to the ground as she lost her footing, her gun toppling out of her hold and her blonde hair falling into her face, obscuring her vision. The Hare kicked the gun away and picked his partner up. How was he standing? What had triggered the earthquake? Was this an earthquake? 

“So long, shitbirds.”

***

“Explain to me just what the hell went wrong.” Tseng’s eyes were narrower than usual as the Turks stood before him, both covered in dust and soot and ruined suits.

“Encountered a pair of Hares, one did something in the reactor and triggered an earthquake. I don’t know, it’s all kind of a blur.” Reno shrugged. He’d failed missions before, plenty more embarrassing than this.

Tseng scoffed. “Define ‘something’.”

“He stomped on the reactor floor and made it feel like the whole damn place was coming down,” Reno scowled. “Probably hit an unstable spot in the rubble, was lucky he didn’t collapse the place.”

“And you expect me to believe that a child knew enough about an unstable reactor ruin to trigger a structural-based attack?” Tseng’s hands were folded in front of him. “You’re both dismissed. Hit the showers and I expect a full report from both of you, detailing exactly where the actual fuck happened.”

Elena sighed in a tense relief when she got out of the briefing. She was definitely in trouble, she knew that much. She was a rookie Turk, brand new, and she wasn’t quite sure the boss wasn’t going  fire her ass if she kept messing up. She pressed the elevator buttons and headed up to her home. Her sister didn’t live with her parents like she did. She wasn’t really sure where Emma’d gone. Her sister was one of the many Turks who’d defaulted after Tseng took over as Head of the Turks following the fall of Veld. She had zero clue where she’d gone though. Military training was Emma’s entire life; What was she supposed to do outside of Midgar if she wasn’t actively working for Shinra? 

“Elena, welcome home.” Her mother was folding laundry when she got the front door unlocked. “Dinner’s in the kitchen, your dad said he’d probably be late in the office, so he probably won’t be home until after you get to bed.”

“Mom!” Elena blushed. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Her mother laughed. “No, no I suppose you’re not. You’re a brave, strong Turk.”

“Investigative General Affairs Agent,” Elena corrected. “You’re not supposed to call me a Turk, you’re not supposed to know I am one!”

Her mother laughed. “Oh please, Tseng and I have been friends for the last twenty years, don’t act like I don’t know what you do.”

Elena sighed as she reheated the plate of fish and vegetables. Her mother had grown fond of fish when she was pregnant with her sister. Her mother had grown up in the Midgar undercity, but Elena and Emma were born in Junon. She’d never had access to fish since Midgar was landlocked. She was lucky enough to get some now that she and her husband lived on the plate. 

Both Emma and Elena took after their father. Both were blondes, and Emma had their father’s blue eyes. Elena had her paternal grandmother’s brown eyes, though she’d died when her father was young, her paternal grandfather too, though he’d died recently. He didn’t like her mother, or the girls, so she didn’t see him often, if ever, personally. Her father had a rocky relationship with his dad, and she honestly didn’t know anything about her mother’s parents, other than her mother had mentioned her own mother died when she was very young, younger than when her husband had lost his mother. No one really knew where Elena really lived, and her mother had made it pretty clear that she should keep it quiet. Her parents were important to Shinra, so she figured that it was a safety matter. 

Her parents were young when she and Emma were born. Her parents were sixteen when Emma was born and nineteen when Elena was born. Her mother had her and her sister when they lived in Junon, and they hadn’t moved to Midgar until Elena was about eight. Her mother had mentioned that she was very lucky that their father had a spot with Shinra secure, or things could have been much rockier. Her mother had legal training and political science degrees, but she wasn’t a lawyer, even if she had all the prerequisites to be. She worked with Reeve in his division, where she wrote laws and contracts and clauses and the like. 

Her mother set a folded set of pajamas on the counter. “Leave your uniform out of the hamper when you shower. I’ll sew it up for you.”

Elena mumbled a thanks as she began to wash her plate. 

“What happened to it?” Her mother asked, beginning to chop up vegetables in what Elena recognized as meal prep. For her parents to both work full time and her herself working now, they didn’t have much time to prepare meals.

“I fell, is the short answer.” Elena rested her head on her hand. “I kept getting it snagged on reactor scraps and once the damn thing was ripped I kept catching the rips on the rubble.”

“Language, dear.” Her mother tsked softly, setting the carrots and celery into the large silicone cubes to freeze. Elena recognized she was probably making soup. “You alone or were you partnered?”

“Reno,” Elena started. “Rude’s out in Modeoheim for something, Tseng didn’t tell Reno and me.”

“Reno, hm?” Her eyes darkened, and Elena couldn’t tell what exactly crossed her mother’s turquoise eyes; anger, sadness, fear, anxiety. She sighed and went to the refrigerator. “A shame, we’re out of bones.”

“Bones…?” Elena pondered out loud.

“For soup.” Her mother shook her head. “I’m certain your father took the few we had to work and fed them to the dog. You know how she is.”

Elena sighed and picked up the pajamas. “Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Good night, Elena.”

[kinglazrus]

Wip Game

Tagged by @dekalko-mania and @bibliophilea! Check out Dekal's answers here, and Bib's answers here.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So... I have a lot of wips for a lot of fandoms. To make things easier, I'm only putting the DP ones, otherwise this list would have like 100 fics, maybe more. Also not doing wips that I've posted chapters for.

First date redo

Behind enemy lines

The Hunter

Multitudes

Laundry Day

Alike in Immortality original

Treat

Trick

GUTS

LAIR

Empty Grave

Love Yourself

Ph is for Failure

Lost in Time

Mind of Our Own

Afternoon Snack

Body

Death of my Enemy

Field Trip Gone Wrong

Ghost ptsd

Kingly Woes

No Place Like Home

Paulina v Dash

The Other Side

Therapy for the Recently Deceased

Came Back Wrong (Again)

GIW Perspective

Human Again

Tarot & Stalker

The Games We Play

The Hunted

Time Loop

Crush My Lungs

What They Made You

Ice in His Veins

Sand for His Heart

why the fuck am i starting a new story

Written Destiny

Sandman

Dan's Return

Dani afraid of danny

Everyone knows

Fog-splatter

Ghost Child

Green-Eye Boy

Hanahaki's disease

In Time

Interrogation

It Never Happened

Just a Little Different

Keeping Curfew

Kwan

Light Sensitivity

Maddie.exe

Outsider pov

Portal Danny

Quarantine

residual powers

Sam

Shiptember 9.30

Sidney Poindexter

Stuck

(redacted)

The Funeral

Unbecoming

Unfinished Business

week fic

Welcome to the Neighbourhood

I will not be tagging as many people as wips because that's just way too many, but if anyone sees this and wants to do it, feel free! I love seeing these.

@q-gorgeous @nickelodeonstudios @ghostgothgeek @lexosaurus @wastefulreverie @underforeversgrace

[stellarhistoria]

SCATTERED ACROSS THE SANDS: GROUP AU FOR THE CYTOS FAM.

♡.   trigun.au ( cytosfamily )     ⁄ ⁄   scattered across the sands .

you're bewitched by the devil's lullaby. Perhaps the least aware of how things work in a desert environment, having grown up around a cold and forested environment for a long time only then moving to a proper cityscape when he was already an adult, Zack would be the one to offer water repeatedly and then be confused as to why he's getting in trouble with the higher ups. sir/ma'am i'm just giving someone water. is there an issue? what do you mean i shouldn't have that much, it's my water- Jests aside, once he realizes how things work, he would easily climb ranks in the society, but do so in the way of leveling the playing field, even if it meant drawing trouble to himself. When his youngest baby sister sends him a magical Sending message, he pulls back immediately and returns to engineering something to help her husband, Axcel, be put at ease - or come pick at least her up off this terrible planet.

there's so much hatred in such a vibrant world. it makes me sad. Alcaeus Mallas, known only as Kae (or to some who only see him in ghosting trails of his coat, The Spirit of Ju-Lai), wanders the "empty" city of Ju-Lai, as he learns after weeks its name, acting as a lone caretaker for the silence that carries so much weight. He cares little for what people claim, cares little for who might tread there, only if they treat the silence with such respect as he does. He is not his second to youngest sibling, no cleric or official priest. He's just some mad alchemist with a penchant for challenging fate. As days turn into weeks, Kae begins to experiment with what the sand and dirt and ground may indeed offer in terms of pH levels and the acidity of the world beneath his feet, in an attempt to try to get some life into an otherwise graveyard silent city. He only knows his siblings are still alive because of the feeling of certainty that he has that they will see each other again.

you'd look better in black and white; all that blood would look like tar. Off into the west of the scattered sands, is a big city that thrives on how no one causes a fuss, far from the reach of Vash the Stampede... but apparently there's no need for Vash the Stampede when there's supposedly a demon on the loose. They don't bother asking a name when every time the cityfolk see the demon, lightning crashes nearby and a storm begins as the chase does at the same time. The chase doesn't last nearly as long as the storm, but they have yet to figure out that the storm is a result of their fear and hate towards the frightened person they call a demon. No one gets a good look at "it" - but when they do, there have been accounts of eyes like light through a prism, sunlight and night-touched features reflecting in the crash of lightning... and one person has sworn they've seen pointed ears. Why wouldn't "it" be a demon? That's not human.

sour, sugar and spice, everything bitter and choking on ice. Luka ended up mostly unharmed, but "showed up" (aka crash landed) outside of one of the smaller cities, where people thought he was some sort of bounty hunter thrown from the saddle. He eventually convinced the township/city he ended up in to trust him, despite his cold demeanor, and at some point, he managed to figure out how to put taste into his more bland food based spells. So his stand in clinic is always well stocked. Some days, he hears of some things happening off in the west, how there is a demon of claws and lightning wreaking havoc through the sands, turning them into molten glass pits of agony, and has to sigh. People here really don't like seeing anyone different from them, do they? He worries about Aryin.

everything you can do, i do twelve steps ahead of you. This woman would be the most well adjusted to the desert sands, as her main station back home was the arid and humid lands and worlds, such as Agrabah and the coastal regions of upper Atlantica. Being who she was as a spy and a chaotic gremlin of a rogue, she would be the sort to make sure she and her elder son of seven years old are safe first before getting a hold of her eldest brother, Zack, to help build something to contact her husband - there is no doubt in her mind that he has already gone berserk, believing that the Lancealot armies have kidnapped her again - and worse yet, kidnapped her AND Justin. When she gets the time between speaking with Zack in fits of magic that never truly cooperates, she studies the people around her, and refuses to teach her son how to wield anything more than a dagger or one of her old swords, a real one, not a Keyblade. She refuses to give a GUN to a SEVEN YEAR OLD. (even if she was taught precision aiming at eight.)

[randomvarious]

The Stic - "Settle and Cease" Take One - Recent Clips Song released in 1999. Compilation released in 2000. Trip Hop

Plays: N/A on Spotify // 600+ on YouTube

A morsel of stoned and boom-bappin', dub-rooted trip hop gold here from Glasgow native Paul Hunter, who was operating under the one-off alias of The Stic. "Settle and Cease" was originally released in '99 on a compilation called Subtitled - Soundtracks for Movies That Don't Exist Yet that was put out by Subtitled Records, a sublabel of Guidance Recordings. Guidance was Chicago's premier deep house label from the mid-to-late 90s, but towards the turn of the millennium, they started setting their sights on expanding by diversifying the type of music that they would put out. And their idea for Subtitled was to release electronic stuff that had a cinematic quality to it.

Peep part of their cool mission statement:

Born out of our love for underground film and film soundtrack culture, Subtitled is a home for soundtracks to movies that don't exist yet. It is a protest against pop culture's insistence upon branding every piece of music and conveniently filing it into a sub-genre, subphylum, or subculture just to make a buck. So, before the clerks and critics beat us to it, we hereby proclaim that all Subtitled sounds are to be filed under Dub Noir. Dub Noir being any kind of music that evokes images, thoughts, emotions or associations with scenes from movies. We're talking high speed car chases, break dancing, alien abductions, kung fu fighting, graffiti writing, love making, drug taking, drag queen impersonations, Caribbean vacations, covert operations, hijackings, bank robberies, espionage, prostitutes being chased by pimps, pimps being chased by prostitutes, cigarettes embossed on the lips of French girls with sexy hips, fists of fury or brothers leaving the crime scene in a hurry. You know the score! Think futuristic virtual kung fu lounge music with a sci-fi sound clash appeal and you get the idea. We are now looking for sonic soldiers to join the cinematic struggle, so if you are a kindred spirit of Giorgio Moroder please send us your soundtracks and we'll make that movie later. Or, if you happen to have a film to go with your soundtrack, send that too! Burn Hollywood burn!

Following the release of that Subtitled sampler, Paul Hunter would issue his only 12-inch as The Stic called Ph Balanced EP, and then that same year, Subtitled would re-issue that same sampler as Take One - Recent Clips.

Unfortunately, Subtitled stopped releasing music in '02 and didn't end up putting out very much, but the vision Guidance had for it was really cool, and if you're an enterprising filmmaker of some sort, you might wanna check out their small catalogue to see if they have anything you might like, because this Paul Hunter joint was straight 🔥🔥🔥.

[bryscavessss]

BEST RESORT IN JIM CORBETT

If you are planning a weekend vacation to take a break from your busy schedule, Jim Corbett is one of the best places to visit in Uttarakhand with your family for a picnic. This renowned public park is at Ramnagar town in Uttarakhand’s Nainital Area. With the reference of the name of Jim Corbett, the one picture that comes immediately to our brain is of Royal Bengal tigers, which are topmost attractions among other creature and bird species.

Jim corbett is not confined to Royal  wildlife but also includes the striking features like waterfall, springs, scenery, waterfall and other attractions too. It is home to various species of  flora and fauna .

Top 10 Surreal Experience In Jim Corbett National Park

Corbett Museum

If you  are keen seeker of paintings & colors, then you have to pay visit to Corbett Museum, known to be the home of man-eater hunter turned conservationist  in Jim Corbett. It is located in Kaladhungi, in Uttarakhand, this museum is actually a heritage place, where one can explore his personal belongings, including articles penned by him. 

Wildlife Art Gallery

Wildlife Art Gallery is exciting space for art & nature admirer . You got chance to have look on the beautiful pictures taken by renowned wildlife photographer  

 Mrs. Deep Rajwar. It is worth visiting with your art-lover partners. You can shop for mementos as a token of visit.

Kyari Camp

You may experience a typical rural life without power at this unique camping spot. But kerosene and solar lights are available at night to light the entire space. Numerous outdoor pursuits, such as hiking routes, planting vegetables on farms, rappelling waterfalls, swimming in river pools, and even rock climbing, are available in the morning.

Bijrani Forest

Bijrani forest is striking  place,  with attractions like dense forests, wildlife, & grasslands. It is the dry zone with diverse vegetation. It served as hunting ground for East India Company. Here, one can experience  elephant safari too. If you are planning trip to Corbett, you must try the ASIA’s first Cave Theme Resort , Bellmont Caves (formerly known as BRYS CAVES) . They provides you the taste of luxury stays and best prices to safari with great experience and wildlife encounters.

Garjiya Devi Temple

Garjiya Devi Temple is dedicated to the goddess Garjiya. This temple is settled on a big rock near the Kosi River. The span to pray and visit temple is during Kartik Purnima. 

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Sitabani Temple

As  name of this temple suggest it is  dedicated to Devi Sita from Ramayana. According to a mythology ,during Devi Sati’s Agnipariksha, she spent her days at this place. Tourist can visit and embibe the energy of greatest god Lord Rama and Devi Sati. READ MORE...

Address Jim Corbett National Park, Bhakrakot, Ramnagar, Uttarakhand 244715

ph no. – 9953226390

[currentfandomkick]

Is it bad i kind of want Jazz to drag everyone else attempting serious calls to the JL into a meeting and they straight up send a whole video with evidence only for it to end with her parents breaking in, a lot of ‘fucking Fenton adults’ commentary the cameras caught with her parents shooting and it Clearly Injuring Someone (i’m thinking second degree burns minimum) with Jazz snapping at her parents?

Maybe have Dash snag the camera and dropping it as ‘hi Phantom!’ Fanboy kicks in as Phantom is seen shushing a glowing green… tank sized angry dog, clearly trying to separate Floating Meta from the Fenton Parents.

Phantom is seen getting said pooch to chill out, shrink down and carried around like a purse dog while Phanton is shushing the pup with baby talk and asking why this many people are here.

Dash just says ‘oh, Jazz wanted to try and get you help for the ghosts and the hunters after you.’

Phantom, humming. ‘That would require them to use their brain. Yes it would, and if they call reports pranks, then they pranks! Yes they do!’

‘… does this have something to do with the scary clock guy screaming about ‘the Allen line is a blight to his existence and stories’ last week?’

‘Eh? One of us tries to respect privacy, and we all know clocky’s biggest rivals in voyuerism is the eyeball brigade.’

‘Tried to End you again?’

‘You’d think after the fifth failed assassination, they’d stop, ya know? hey, i gotta go before Red comes for Cujo—let me know how this pans out—are they threatening to make the town hop dimensions. Again?’

Dash turning the camera to the Fenton Parents being scolded by a pissed off Jasmine Fenton.

“And another thing! All future dimensions hops are to be cleared by the town or Phantom in an emergency!”

“Must i be a part of your mortal family drama?”

“Yes!” “No!” “Spook!”

“Yeah, i’m dipping. Tell Danny the upgrades worked like a charm on the thermos!”

“Wait a minute—give that to me! Technus right?”

“…yes and you are not giving him to Foley again. I don’t care about the bet and fifty years of service, that can be done after death and when this guy is not trying to take over the internet the wrong way. Go viral like the rest of us and then i’ll leave him to it.”

“No, if we send him in the thermos to the JLA maybe they can help!”

“No, they made their bed. If they want pranks, they will be gifted pranks. Maybe they’ll realize we aren’t lying. Or not—other than a few assholes things are mostly under casual chaos and frankly i dont want whatever the GIW got going on to spread, ya know?”

“Phantom i can and will tell Sam.”

“And? She’s liminal and not suicidal.”

“She is murder-y,” Dash muttered under his breath.

“About why you can understand animals?”

“Here’s the thermos, i am keeping my dog and please leash the town’s pet mad occulists.”

“Scientists!”

“You’re too colorful for science. Plus i have seen the wards on your home.”

“They never hurt to add!” jack yelled at Phantom flew off. “Now Jazzy-pants, give us the ghost!”

“Nope. This is for the JLA. He should arrive in a week, his name is Technus and he is a ghost that likes to try taking over the world in a looneytunes fashion mostly as he likes finding new ways to use technology. If you need to, trap him in a glitch and call Danny Fenton. Phantom likes to steal his phone.”

“He does what!”

“I told you to just get Phantom a second line. Its not his fault he’s an alternate Danny that died.”

“Phatom is WHAT!”

End of video.

JL member watching did flag it as possible worry.

Booster and Ted Kord see it and go ‘ph, that’s a Baby Danny Schordinger. He shows up at the Time Police’s place on occasion to yell at us and other agents. What do you mean he’s a prank? He mostly calls everyone out on an embodiment of Timelines’s behalf and delivers lectures for it. What do you mean—what do you mean prank calls?’

Like let these two be the ones to connect dots and poke the JLD with ‘so an embodiment of the timeline has this kid we call Danny Schrödinger. He may have called for help with his non-existent town. Which may have been dropped into out universe and timeline or be a pocket dimension city—unclear—but uh. Ghosts are involved. And the JL now has a ghost in a thermos on the space station. Help.’

The Justice League originally got a ton of emergency calls and emails from Amity Park: a town that doesn't currently exist on any sort of database, record set, and can't be traced at all. So the JL decides to ignore them.

This turns out to be a bad decision because now the calls and emails (including personal contact info) turned into a never ending, untraceable virus of a white haired teenagers parody of Rick Astleys Never Gonna Give You Up.

[bewitchingbooktours]

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[hanniejji]

I saw the other Lil phoenix brainrot and was like, what if lil phoenix was publicly humiliated in Mondstadt (Kaeya quickly went in a store to get lil phoe a drink so ye) and Diluc witnessed it, cause he was in the vicinity. What would he do?

Ehe anon, i will bring another brainrot later ehehe

i think at times like these, diluc's father instincts would jump right out along with some... personal feelings involved, because there is no way that he'd allow anyone to talk like that to phoenix. sure he hasn't been a good father to them, but he won't let others lay a single hand on phoenix, not even talk to them in that manner.

also, there's no guarantee that diluc would pull out his claymore because he's not calm in any way right now.

damn im having so many ideas for the phoenix fic that im planning to write aaaaahhh. a smol blurb for y'all :>

"and who are you to speak to them like that?"

"f-father!" your head whip back to look behind you, eyes gazing up to the very man you've been trying to reach out for the longest time now.

it was supposed to be a quick errand, a quick walk, a peaceful day for you and your uncle kaeya on his rare day off. you've just came from good hunter, eating lunch with kaeya, before setting home. but your uncle claimed to have something for you, so he went away for a while to buy something.

the moment he turned his back, you felt it.

the stares from everyone. they were watching you closely, you won't be surprised if they start talking about you to their peers, criticizing you as if they know you so well. and soon enough, a brave soul spoke.

it's a pitiful sight, really. a grown man staring down at a child no older than seven (7) as if you massacred his whole lineage.

you could've handled it on your own, honestly. you've learned to talk back without sounding improper to situations like this, being around kaeya too much taught you that these kinds of people aren't the type to back down if you don't put them in their place. you've seen how diluc talk his way around business men who knew nothing but to leech off of others, people who are all talk but lacks the brain to act. those meetings were boring, but if diluc wanted you to be there then who are you to refuse?

you didn't expect that diluc himself would be around to hear this man humiliate you in front of others.

"s-sir ragnvindr!"

diluc has a deep frown on his face and you can see his hands clenched into a fist beside him.

oh... wait. he must've been embarrassed to see me like this.

your face fell at the thought, gazing down at the pavement of the street, biting the inside of your cheeks to compose yourself. everyone else's opinions are insignificant, but if there's a person you don't want to disappoint, it's your father.

i must've look pitiful for him to intervene.

"just who do you think you are to talk to my child like that, hm? under what circumstances are you allowed to speak as if you know phoenix so well," diluc almost spat venom towards the sweating man in front of you, every step he take closer felt like the ground was rising in temperature. diluc was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode on this pathetic man trembling under the gaze of the uncrownd king of mondstadt.

my?... child?...

your eyes blew wide, your mouth itching to say something but you must look like a gaping fish out of its own pond. the words were stuck in your throat, building up like vile but unable to speak up. just when he stood right next to you did you snap from your thoughts, feeling a warm hand rest on the top of your head.

it felt unfamiliar, yet it put you in so much ease.

"oh! i was just, um," the stranger's hand went up to scratch at the back of his neck, "i was just joking around!"

"oh really?" diluc took a step closer to the man, his hand leaving a lingering warmth on your head that you wished didn't go away.

wait... is that—is that a claymore!?

"eh!?" you watched him raised his claymore right next to the trembling man's teary face, "f-father wait—"

"now, now, phoenix," an eerily cold hand rest upon your shoulder, prompting you to look up to see your uncle's amused face watching the scene unfold. "let the adults do their thing."

"uncle kaeya!"

he sends you a wink, merely patting your head before looking onwards. he seemed to not care that he's the cavalry captain who's supposed to stop whatever your father's going to do but...

"let me make this crystal clear for you so people like you would understand, i am far from joking around," diluc lowered his claymore down, strucking the edge to the ground. he seemed to speak in a higher volume too, as if he intends to make everyone hear whatever he's about to say. "no one has the right to talk to my child like that—" you feel your heart burst in happiness at hearing those words, "—you're a grown man, who are you to treat a child like that in the first place? what are you? some pathetic high status man who boast about his riches to children? that's just ridiculous and childish."

"if you're going to criticize phoenix, then i advice you look at yourself in the mirror," diluc tilted his chin up as if to degrade this man with just his stare, "you think you're oh so great and whatnot, i bet my phoenix can do so much better than you."

your hands went up to cover your gaping mouth, gasping along with the crowd of people that were gathered around to witness one of the rare moments that diluc loses his composure, if he even loses his composure at all.

my phoenix.

you can feel the onslaught of tears building up behind your eyes, your heart leaping out from your chest to scream out. you haven't lived long yet, but he had never been like this when it comes to you oh he has, he just doesn't show it. sure, he always addressed you as his child when meeting business acquaintances and peers, but never with such pride and... love.

kaeya looks down when he hears your quiet sniffling, smiling fondly at the way you try to discretely wipe your tears, feeling extremely at ease at the certain sparkle in your eyes that he had never seen before.

"i will say this one more time and i don't care how many times i have to repeat it until your brains understand," diluc's claymore disappeares as he turns to walk back to you. he settles a hand on your shoulder before looking right at the crowd of people.

"no one is allowed to ever talk like that to my phoenix. even if you do so without my knowledge, believe me when i say that i will know of it once and for all."

"oh, don't worry," kaeya speaks up, "i'll make sure you do~."

diluc gently nudges you to walk forward, his hand still on your shoulder as he walks towards the gates of mondstadt with kaeya on his heels, his jaw still clenched and grumbling under his breath.

"that's quite a spectacle you put out there huh," kaeya teased once the three of you are a few distances away from the gate.

"shut up," your father sneered, "and in what way did you think that leaving phoenix out there is okay!?"

"i can't exactly bring them inside cat's tail!" kaeya raises both his hand in defense, "besides, i was supposed to buy them the special nonalcoholic drink that cat's tail was serving. it won't be much of a surprise if i take them with me, right?"

as if on cue, he hands you a cup of something cool and baby blue in color, patting your head when you mumbled your gratitude.

"still, that's careless! what if someone tried to abduct them on spot?"

"what do you suggest i do then?" you didn't know how it was possible, but kaeya's smirk seemed to have turned a little more smug, "oh i know! maybe you should start taking them out for a walk yourself. you know, something that normal fathers would do to their child? that way, you could monitor their safety instead of wallowing in self pity."

"why you—!"

you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your throat, lips pursed together to stop the bubbling laughter from escaping your mouth. the two brothers turn their heads to look at you in surprise, both having not heard you giggle since you were a toddler.

"uh," you turn away to hide the embarrassed look on your face, deciding to walk ahead of them and sipping on the cup. "i'm feeling a little tired. can we head home?"

"of course," diluc answers in a heartbeat, his mind running miles and miles in a few seconds.

you sounded so much like your mother just now, he thought as he walks behind, mental images of your mother's delighted face flashing before his eyes.

it's safe to say that you cherished this rare moment close to your heart.

[silverloreley]

How would Bruno Madrigal and Cecil de Vil get along?

Well enough, I suppose. It's all about the circumstances of their first meeting, really.

Here's how I see it: Cecil de Vil, who had spent almost a whole year doing video campaigns and fomenting protests to get his niblings out of the Isle of the Lost, trying to raise awareness about the inequality of the crimes people were sent to the Isle for and so on (his sister is in there for stealing dogs! it's not the same as killing multiple people or cursing lands! and Hunter and Ivy were kids who did stupid stuff!), is caught at last and shipped, making it evident his smear campaign against the banishment was pretty much right but ending up as a victim of the system himself. (he never figured out who to blame. people are quick to point fingers at the Beast, but there's something that doesn't work in it, a cog stuck somewhere, someone else behind it all...)

So, he's on a barge and there he meets one of the people he was trying to advocate for (sure, the protest started for his family, but it ended up involving a lot more people), aka Bruno, the man who could see bad futures and Auradon deemed too dangerous to stay free. Bruno, who is shaking and is sad to have left his family behind and hopes they'll be fine, much like Cecil, but with the important difference that the Madrigals were left alone save for him, while Cecil was going to be reunited with his family on the Isle.

The people in the last barges compare notes, share facts, see patterns, perhaps they figure out something (the Security Services are a tad too independent, started to pick people on their own, the royals are too worried about the post-war economy to chase minor criminals like that...), but it's pretty useless because they have no one to share them with except for each other and no one can help them at this point. Hell, Cinderella, a queen, was unable to save her stepsister who she had openly forgiven, once in the Barrier, there's no way out! There was no chance to begin with.

So, Cecil takes pity on Bruno, because Cecil knows he'll have the support of his family once there, as will most of the people of the last barges (Anastasia's husband, the Delgados from Avalor, and so on) while Bruno will be all alone. And Bruno kind of latches to that small kindness. Bruno knows how to make himself useful, it's how he was raised, so that's what he'll do on the Isle, work with those people like them, the ones who weren't criminals and knew how to live a non-magic, ordinary life.

Once Cecil gets on the Isle, the de Vils already have their own properties (Hell Hall, PH's lab, plus some stuff they put their hands on like a couple normal homes and, most importantly, the electric plant, entirely garbage-powered, that PH put together/fixed and the de Vil family controls) and it's easy for a community to form around him, the only one with assured stability, a community of the ones who are not Villains with a capital V. Bruno is a part of it for sure, he has tons of practical, everyday knowledge to share, not like Cecil, who grew up rich and knows a lot less but knows how to listen and recognizes talent and usefulness.

So Cecil and Bruno are not, like, best friends, some people could think of Bruno as one of Cecil's minions, judging from the outside (Cecil doesn't have minions, but Villains thinks in those terms), but for sure they are part of a community and had to rely on each other multiple times, which made them a bit close, close enough that Cecil knows he can ask Bruno to accompany him to do delicate or important jobs and Bruno knows he can reach for Cecil if he's in a pinch, like if people didn't pay him or if he didn't gain enough, Cecil will help.

Once Cruella shows interest in Bruno, Cecil is enthusiastic. He knows Ella remarried a few times but, hey, maybe that's the real thing this time? And he likes the idea of Bruno being his brother-in-law and greets him with open arms and Bruno is happy about it, Cecil is a friend to him, in his view, he was from the beginning, so he leans into the situation and they get closer.

It lasts until Cruella decides to kick Bruno out (and he sneaks back in, in his own way), but even after, they sort of keep in contact and keep helping each other a bit. It's rare to have strong allies on the Isle, but the community around Cecil is solid, he knows the value of connections, and Bruno will always be a part of it.

Oh, dear, that got long. As usual, LOL

[aboldone4]

Honkai Star Rail 1.4 spoilers

I super agree with OP on this point.

To further add to the USA parallels, the IPC also basically tried to buy a nation (Belobog) like how the USA “bought” the Philippines from Spain for 20 million dollars in 1898. I know what I’m talking about because they taught us about that in history class way back in grade school in the PH.

Some of my own thoughts as well:

I find it worrying how many people who played this quest or who play star rail in general think that the IPC is a “necessary evil.” That’s probably what the billion dollar corporation Hoyoverse wants you to take away from the game, but this idea that they’re the only ones who can help a group native to a certain area “develop” — based on standards of development imposed upon the group by the outsiders — is rhetoric used by colonizers IRL as well. Going back to the USA, they viewed their colonization of the Philippines as some kind of “benevolent assimilation.”

There are also people who’re like: why do you guys hate the IPC and Topaz but not the Stellaron Hunters or the Antimatter Legion? First, I think the Stellaron Hunters are cool for ruining an auction since I don’t really like those things due to how materialistic they make us. Also, their goals along with the Antimatter Legion’s goals are more abstract.

Individuals IRL have to deal with corporations and their BS regularly, while thieves/terrorists controlled by a guy who can see the future, and a faction full of people who just want to destroy everything, aren’t things we experience every day.

Now, I’m not saying it’s never okay to show evils that hit closer to home, but it felt like Hoyoverse was trying to justify the stances of people complicit in the actions of terrible corporations via Topaz.

And may I just say that the inherent idea of a corporation just feels evil to me, and not necessary.

I don’t hate Topaz, and while I’d like to think that it’s because of her seeming sympathetic, it’s really just because of pretty privilege and Numby. Also she’s voiced by someone who’s part Filipino in the EN dub so yeah.

I’m aware that I might not be too charitable in my interpretation of Hoyo’s intentions with the 1.4 quest, but man am I not inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt after the stuff they pulled with the Sumeru designs in Genshin and the racism of Paimon.

Also, I’m kinda worried about how Star Rail is gonna deal with these themes later on, especially with censorship from the CCP.

I still enjoy the game, but I think it’d be good to more critically look at everything Hoyoverse does from here.

Between this and the subtle-as-a-brick support of cryptocurrency through Hertareum and stuff with Herta, things are looking kinda bleak.

just finished the Jarilo-VI - future market quest and I was thinking

the IPC is basically the USA in space. if you don't agree with their system they'll show you some of their "democracy" (with their army)

[jeeperso]

Dracula as D&D

Special thanks to Stavarosthearcane, who came up with this on discord, and figured out most of the picks.

The gist being, how would our intrepid vampire-hunting polycule shake out as an actual D&D party?

well, let’s go down this list, by order of introduction. Apologies for using the Coppola Dracula gifs, but it’s the version that has everybody. 

Johnathan Harker

Our dear friend, the sweet, sweet boy. Health and sanity almost ruined beyond repair by his escape from Castle Dracula. But as we discovered this year, he’d survived because the fire inside burned brighter than the fire around him. Nothing would keep him away from Mina, and his intensity upon learning the Count was after her was enough that it spooked his fellow hunters at times.

But, even before that, from the telegram that revealed he’d lived

He came in the train from Klausenburg, and the guard was told by the station-master there that he rushed into the station shouting for a ticket for home. Seeing from his violent demeanour that he was English, they gave him a ticket for the furthest station on the way thither that the train reached.

well, rather narrows the options, doesn’t it?

Mr. Johnathan Harker is a Barbarian on the Path of the Zealot, his rage coming from his absolute “When Mina comes for me as a vampire I will go willingly” devotion to his wife, with the Haunted One background to reflect he has SEEN THINGS.

Mina Harker, nee Murray

The glue that holds this rampaging polycule together, and after the Professor, the smartest person in the entire party. that the entire book is the work of her research and transcription is proof enough of her proper class: Bard, College of Lore. To replicate her status as The Train Fiend (and her plans to be Johnathan’s secretary), Mina gets the Izzet engineer background, and its Urban Infrastructure feature. I am of course, open to better ideas

however, Mina is also multiclassing. Not by choice, as Dracula forces levels of Undead Warlock upon her, to make her like him. Why warlock? Because I’m reskinning eldritch blast as “give Mina a gun��. Mina also gets the ‘Watchers’ Dark Gift forced upon her, which is mostly of benefit to Dracula, but reflects how she learns to turn it against him a few times each day.

Dr. Jack Seward

A man of rationality, Dr. Seward has no time for magician’s parlor tricks, for his is the science of the mind. However, as we learn, he has quite the storied career before being put in charge of a sanitarium, and well versed in the sort of antics the professor gets up to. At the same time, when the impossible rears its head, Sweard is the one who immediately suspects mere madness or foul play rather than the unnatural, even from his own mentor

Dr. Seward is an Inquisitive Rogue, with the sage background

Quincy P. Morris

The Cowboy, whose solution to every problem is “Gun”, or failing that, “Knife”. Amongst the party of smart people, it’s obvious he graduated from Fighter Community College. But despite his affectations, he is no mindless brute. he is a gentleman who knows how to navigate the viper’s den that is Victorian High Society with aplomb, and his fighting spirit is second to none.

And, in the vein of Akira Kurosawa to Sergio Leone, Mr. Morris is a Samurai Fighter, with the Outlander background

Arthur Holmwood, the Honorable Lord Goldalming

there are several options for the man Lucy loved the most, and I was leaning bard (college of eloquence), but as Stavarosthearcane pointed out to me, when facing a monster with dominion over rats, it’s Arthur who planned ahead by bringing rat-catching terriers

Arthur is a Beastmaster Ranger (the poor bastard), but his real utility is the Inheritor background, which in addition to becoming the Noble background (with Position of privilege), comes with the Bruce Wayne levels of wealth needed to bankroll our newly made vampire hunters

Professor Abraham Van Helsing, M. D., D. Ph., D. Lit., etc., etc.

Older and experienced in the unusual, Van Helsing is spoiled for choice on what class to take and has almost certainly multiclassed. So, I will presume that, like Mina, he also started as a bard in the College of Lore, before becoming a cleric in the knowledge domain, and then power-levelling that class upon realizing he’s up against vampires

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

The Pandadex

Panda's Notes: Heya! I'm basically making this post because my drawing skill is still too low to satisfy my bastard mind. >-< I've been making a lot of Fakémon and a couple Region concepts since I posted the last one a few months back, and I wanted to share them. Most of them are works in progress, and I'm still debating how all of them look, but I hope you like the concepts. There are plenty of other ideas besides these, but they're not in a presentable state yet.

The Duos Region--Play Fair, Fight a Pair

In the Duos Region, every fight is a Double Battle, even Starters are given in pairs instead of alone. NPCs and wild Pokémon are much more strategic and cooperative during battle. Several Pokémon evolutions are affected by other Pokémon alongside their level and environment.

Humbunny and Clatterat Lines: The first of the group. Basically the pair that started my idea for the region. Humbunny might be my favorite, but I just love them being friends. >w<

Fewine Line: I originally thought of it as a starter for a cat-based dex, but when I thought about pairing it with Shuckle, I couldn't help sticking it in here. Also, I admit I'm just very proud of the name Fewine.

Plusle and Minun (Duos Variant): I knew the Plus and Minus abilities had to appear in the Duos Region somewhere, so I decided to give these two a variant. They are based on Hydrangeas, and I was so happy when the colors matched up for pH detection.

Pawridge Line(s)//"Goldilocks & Bears": The idea for this came from an old friend of mine. >w< The typing and gender split concept were his idea, I just filled in some gaps.

The Mortem Region--All Who Live Here Die Suffering

In the Mortem Region, this very haunted island region is home to a death curse that wiped out all of the humans. Any Pokémon living here are either already dead or doomed to follow. The player is part of a team of 'ghost hunters' supposedly trying to make the island habitable again. Giratina is in there somewhere.

Monkiddo Line: You might remember this one. >w< This is the ghost dex that Monkiddo's post mentions.

Distorteon and Huskeon: Some Eeveelutions for the Deathdex! That's not weird! I actually came up with Distorteon for Legends Arceus. Just seemed like a missed opportunity. Huskeon... I admit it scares me.

Owtlit Line: Named by a different friend, even though part of me still wants to use the name Pronghoul... Owtlit actually came pretty close after Humbunny and Clatterat in my brain.

Curioskitty (Skitty "Variant"): Ooh, Gods bless if you get through this beast. I admit it's a favorite. Still debating if it's a Skitty variant or not though. I kinda turned it into an Eevee clone. >w< I know the Steel Type is missing...

I hope you guys enjoy! And I hope I can get my drawing skill up enough... Panda loves you!

[asfaltics]

attended to his letters; a course of reducing exercises

  or did you hear commentaries [     ] over the radio? I don’t have the time to do it. You don’t have time to do it.       1 and that, of course, you don’t have time to was taught the game       2   increasing the feed for / my dope, but you don’t have time       3 You don’t have time to investigate them fully yourself? No       4   It was hard work?   — Yes, sir. You have to be fast and do the best you can. You don’t have time       5 for nearly everything; you don’t have time       6   You don’t have time to bother about your neighbors, and you don’t       7 enjoy our own com . pany , as we never have any chance to see friends around home, for you don’t have time after and before       8   And in some cases wastefully?   — Not wastefully. Does not one involve the other?   — I don’t see it in that light. A man applies for relief. You don’t have time to see that man.       9 you don’t have time to spend one hour in thinking every day to see your business in a bigger, better, and cleaner way than it is today. [     ] desk covered with papers, unfinished business, no time to see       10   the “ticket” for large swamps. You don’t have time       11 You see, when you’re on the news end of a thing like this you don’t have time to get worked up.       12   “Well,” she said, “I suppose you are so busy at the office you don’t have time.       13 you are so terribly busy that I suppose you don’t have time to feel lonesome. Why can’t girls do something like that, too?       14   “How did you like it down there?” he asked. “Well” — she paused thoughtfully — “down there you can keep busy. There’s something to do all the time; you can keep so occupied that you don’t have time to stop and think and feel.”       15 you don’t have time to think of danger” But one foggy morning not long after...       16   today. always say you don’t have time to read. ward, like a girl       17 By the time he had days. When you’re busy you don’t have time to attended to his letters.       18   a course of reducing exercises, you don’t have time to think of that. I don’t believe I’m abnormal, perhaps I am, but       19 Well, I use two formulas; saying you “don’t have time” is part of the world of citation. Saying you “have time” is part of the world of translation. I think that the questioning typical of translation has always been absent in the plastic arts.       20  

sources   ( “you don’t have time,” all but two pre-1923 )

1 ex reporters’ transcript, April 20, 1959, The People of the State of California, Plaintiff, vs. Louis Estrada Moya, et al., Defendent, being part of the Transcript of Record, Supreme Court of the United States, October Term, 1960, No. 186, Luis Estrada Moya, Petitioner, vs. California on write of certiori to the Supreme Court of the State of California (petition filed June 9, 1960; granted June 27, 1960) : 200 aside — Google misdated this 1832; 1960 was outside of my search range. A well-known case (I was too young at the time to know it). Some sources : ◾ “A mother-in-law’s murder for hire scheme results in death penalty for all three participants” at vcdistrictattorney, in which this : “What made the case unique? The hired killers testified against Mrs. Duncan without commitment [that] the District Attorney would not seek the death penalty in exchange for their testimony... In fact, all three received the death penalty and were executed. Of course, today’s appellate courts would likely reverse a case in which a defense attorney failed to seek sentencing concessions in exchange for testimony.”   ◾ Arlene Martinez, “Love, scandal and murder: Ventura County case drew national attention,” VC Star (June 29, 2013)   ◾ Alice de Sturler review of Jim Barrett his definitive Ma Duncan at Defrosting Cold Cases (October 17, 2020)   ◾ Cecelia Rasmussen, “A Mother’s Love Was the Death of Her Daughter-in-Law,” Los Angeles Times (January 20, 2002; paywall)   ◾ Joan Renner, “Dead Woman Walking: Elizabeth Ann ‘Ma’ Duncan,” parts 1-4 (2013) at Deranged LA Crimes (True 20th Century tales of murder, mayhem, political corruption, and celebrity scandal) and, finally,   ◾ wikipedia 2 OCR cross-column misread, at Annie Eliot, “John Emerson Gaines’s Love Affairs,” The Manhattan 2:5 (November 1883) : 467-475 (468) snippet view only, opens to hathitrust. Annie Eliot Trumbull (1857–1949), author of novels, short stories, and plays; associated with Hartford, Connecticut’s “Golden Age”. wikipedia 3 OCR cross-column misread at H. E. Browing on “Pig Tails,” at The Swine World (Google titles it Poland China World) 5:2 (September 1917) : 11 4 ex Statement of William E. Johnson, chief special officer, United States Indian Affairs, before Committee on Indian Affairs, re: Senate Resolution No. 263 (Washington, 1910) : 367-400 (392) an intense exchange, on sale of alcohol on reservations. William E. “Pussyfoot” Johnson (1862-1945) was an energetic and resourceful prohibitionist and law enforcement officer. (wikipedia) 5 here, Julius Baum, examined by J. R. Lamar (January 29, 1896), in Contested Election Case of Thomas E. Watson Vs. J.C.C. Black, from the Tenth Congressional District of the State of Georgia, and published in/by the U.S. Congress, Committee on Elections (Washington, 1896) : 535 aside — an episode in the dismantling of Reconstruction institutions and Black suffrage.   ◾ Thomas E(dward). Watson (1856-1922) (wikipedia).   ◾ Watson is discussed in Jo Ann Whatley, her remarkable MA thesis Pike County Blacks : the spirit of populist revolt and White tolerance (1891-1896) as depicted in the Pike County Journal and other related sources (Atlanta University, 1984), available here   ◾ Watson was succeeded by James C(onquest). C(ross). Black (1842-1928) (wikipedia). “Black was declared the winner of the election but Watson charged that the vote was fraudulent. Black agreed to resign his seat just after the opening of the 54th Congress so that a new election could be held. In the October 1895 special election, Black prevailed over Watson again, and thus took his seat back to fill the vacancy caused by his own resignation.” J.C. C. Black entry, at Biographical Directory of the United States Congress 6 ex Investigation of Hazing at U. S. Military Academy, being “Testimony taken by the Select Committee of the House of Representatives appointed to investigate and report on the alleged hazing and resulting death of Oscar L. Booz, late a cadet at the Military Academy, and upon the subject of the practice of hazing at the said academy.” (1901) : 776 7 another contested election, here Mrs. Louise Roller under cross-examination by Mr. Goldsmith, in Scholl, Charles L. Vs. Bell, Henry A. Jefferson Circuit Court (Louisville, Kentucky), Chancery Branch: First Division, Chas. L. Scholl, Plaintiff Vs. Henry A. Bell, Defendant. No. 41519. / Second Division, Arthur Peter, Plaintiff Vs. Chas. A. Wilson, Defendant, No. 41524. : “Contested election cases heard together,” Transcript of Record, Volume 8 (10 volumes in 9) : 39 (snippet only, but in full at hathitrust) 8 ex report from Washington Division (by Cert. 9730), 23:5 (May 1906) [number/month uncertain, could be June] : 712 (opens to hathitrust; found via google snippet view) 9 ex the “Poplar Inquiry,” here an examination of Mr. P. G. Miles, Relieving Officer, in Transcript of Shorthand Notes taken at the Public Inquiry held by J. S. Davy, C.B., Chief General Inspector of the Local Government Board, “into the general conditions of the Poplar Union, its pauperism, and the admnistration of the guardians and their officers.” Presented to both Houses of Parliament... (London, 1906) : 141 On the Poplar workhouse, see workhouses.org.uk (scroll down (near bottom) to “The Poplar Union Scandal and Inquiry”).   ◾ Poplar is a district in East London (wikipedia) 10 ex E. Elmo Martin (Cleveland, Ohio), “How to hand the day’s work,” in National Lime Association Proceedings (Twentieth Annual Convention, Cleveland, Ohio; June 13-16, 1922) : 68-76 (73) (snippet view; full view at hathitrust) 11 ex H. Stimmons (Stark Co., Ohio), “More about coon hounds,” Hunter-trader-trapper 25:3 (December 1912) : 87-89 (88) (snippet view at Google, but full view at hathitrust, NW second paragraph) 12 ex Wayland Wells Williams (“author and artist,” 1888-1945), The Whirligig of Time (Frederick A. Stokes, 1916) : 335 Wayland Wells Williams papers at Yale YCAL MSS 551 13 ex T.I.M., “Dimpleton Stays at Home : A Story with a Real Moral,” in Life (July 25, 1907) : 155-158 (156) 14 snippet view only, at The Cactus (Austin, Texas; 1908) : 275 A journal “published by and for the students of the University of Texas”; 1907 and 1909 (but not 1908 alas) at hathitrust. 15 “down there” being Chicago, ex Henry Oyen (1883-1921), chapter 36 of “Big Flat,” in The Country Gentleman 84: (March 8, 1919) : 20, 22, 57-59 The novel was published in 1919, same passage at p 204 (NYPL copy)   ◾ Haven't located much information about Oyen; his published work is listed at his Online Books page 16 Homer Randall. Army Boys in the French Trenches Or, Hand to Hand Fighting with the Enemy (New York: George Sully & Company, 1918) : 199 Six “Army Boys” titles were produced by the Stratemeyer Syndicate 1918-1920, all under the pseudonym Homer Randall : Army Boys in France, Army Boys in the French Trenches, Army Boys on the Firing Line, Army Boys in the Big Drive, Army Boys Marching into Germany, and Army Boys on German Soil (stratemeyer.org)   ◾ The Stratemeyer Syndicate records (1832-1984; bulk 1905-1984) are at NYPL  ◾ See also Stratemeyer pseudonyms and series books : an annotated checklist of Stratemeyer and Stratemeyer Syndicate publications / compiled and edited by Deidre Johnson (1982); Deidre Johnson, Edward Stratemeyer and the Stratemeyer Syndicate (Twayne Publishers, 1993); and wikipedia 17 OCR cross-column misread at Harriet Winton Davis, “With the Children : Don’s Knitting,” in The Congregationalist and Advance (August 29, 1918) : 241 Other (not this) issues at hathitrust 18 OCR cross-column misread (extended here), ex H. D. Morgan, Ph. C., “The Kid,” in the section Original and Selected : From the best writers, and the leading drug, medical, chemical and scientific publications of the world, in Practical Druggist and Pharmaceutical Review of Reviews (November 1908) : 529-534 19 Frank R. Adams (1883-1963), “The Heart Pirate,” (illustrations by Charles D. Mitchell), in The Cosmopolitan 72:3 (March 1922) : 43-48, 117-118 (44) — snippet view, but opens at hathitrust More — “... yell for a diet and start doing a course of reducing exercises, you don’t have time to think of that. I don’t believe I’m abnormal, perhaps I am, but just since this afternoon I have come to the conclusion that if you want to put down crime you’ve got to suppress more than just alcohol — you’ve got to suppress the modern flapper. They’re so damnably desirable...” (It gets worse...). See wikipedia; author’s papers at Oregon 20 ex Giuseppe Caccavale : in giardino, a buon fresco (content by Laura Cherubini, Giuseppe Caccavale, Chiara Bertola and Claudia Gian Ferrari; Charta, 2009) : 77

Needed another line, and thought Samuel Beckett might provide. Search yielded no Beckett, but the above passage, fitting in its way and no more nor less ambiguous than anything else here. something recent — Giuseppe Caccavale « Projet Paul Celan », Residence Concordia, Parigi gennaio-ottobre 2020; testo e foto dell’artista. (1 February 2021)  

method

A friend reminded me, recently, that I don’t have time (for what is irrelevant here). Have been ruminating on (avoiding the consequences of) this, since. And thinking too about the place dimension of time, as discussed by Veronica O’Keane in her The Rag and Bone Shop : How we make memories and memories make us (2021) — “One’s sense of time is inseparable from events, but this is a sense of time. Might time have something to do with place cells?” (107) and “The whole concept of time is generally unhelpful in understanding science, be it physics or neuroscience... From the perspective of recording events, the present is consciousness. In a seemingly ironic twist, I myself think that the only place that time does not exist is in the moment of consciousness...” (113)

The encountered lines — all included above from my search in pre-1923 sources — have found their respective though non-chronological places in a kind of rocking, panning motion, in which sediments settle into their respective ripples / couplets.

Would, could, does this — sequence — work (whatever “work” means) without the anchorings / tetherings / bibliographic wastefull(ness; line 9 above) that follow it? They were needed in the making, anyway, and for there to be sufficient distraction for the making to sustain.

all subject to change.  

[myristicisms]

Pushy. Typically wherever he managed to end up, the people often avoided him as best they could; a SOLDIER being anywhere outside headquarters usually was a bad omen for most and while he hated having that reputation follow closely behind him, Zack could hardly blame them for it. The reminder of who he is, what he's done, does little to soothe the swordsman and especially not when he can tell he's more than just unwelcome. Moments such as this really pushed him into wondering more and more if chasing his foolish dream as a child was really worth all the bloodshed and shame he couldn't quite ignore. Honorable men have died for much less than thinking about abandoning their post and even in his position, Fair still wasn't above punishment.

Then there's the reminder of all that's back home, back in Midgar even and the other reminder of what he's gotten himself into damn near slaps him upside the head. ( You really did it now, eh? ) The other citizens of Wutai would have accepted him trying to skitter off, he knows because he's already experienced it several times on this trip alone and yet the teenager before him was actively pushing to help. Hospitality isn't a shocker for the locals but this was really pushing it and the fact that Zack had no clue what the other was planning only made him all the more uncomfortable with the insistence. He's supposed to be checking points of interest, not get hassled by a younger man after asking for directions.

Although it is deserved to some degree and for a moment he's amused at the memory of another experience he's had with a warrior of Wutai, ( Well... Warrior in training I guess. ) he really should check his PHS in case the treasure hunter sent him another email. That's for another time though, gotta get back to his quarters first.

“ Hey. ” He begins, firm in tone while still trying to remain as courteous as one can be, “ I can back track just fine, I'm not here to disrupt your guys's peace and honestly I think I've seen all I need to. If you really need to see me off then you're more than welcome to walk me to the border but aside from that, I'd really prefer you guys just forgot I asked for anything. ” Way to go, starting an argument with the very people he's helped cause problems for; But he's really unsure of why the sudden change of heart on the dark haired man's part and it really was setting off numerous alarms in his head.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧  to  lay  rot,  bile  quick  to  rise  whenever  the  conversation  steered  to  the  company  that  had  all  but  laid  claim  to  their  land.  the  war  had  ended,  on  paper,  sure,  but  the  citizens  of  wutai  had  nothing  to  alleviate  the  pain  it  caused.  people  were  dead,  homes  and  cities  alike  destroyed,  and  in  the  end,  it  was  the  older  men  in  power  who  decided  they  would  surrender.  yet  while  the  people  may  be  wounded,  they  were  down,  but  certainly  not  out.  sonon  wished  there  was  a  way  to  say  that,  to  spread  the  message,  to  tell  these  bastards  they  wouldn't  just  stand  by  idle  as  they  were  slaughtered.  but  even  whispers  of  that  had  officers  sent  out  and  soldiers  thrown  on  missions  to  eliminate  any  murmurs.  the  people  of  wutai  were  forced  to  sit  around  and  watch  their  family  and  friends  blatantly  discriminated  against or  killed,  while  sonon  and  melphie  had  to  smile  and  give  directions  to  a  man  who  planned  to  do  the  very  same.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ of  course,  the  dark  -  haired  stranger  seemed  surprised  by  his  sister's  presence,  probably  approaching  sonon  without  even  a  second  thought  to  the  fact  the  wutaian  could  have  actually  been  doing  something.  he's  shinra;  everyone  who  willingly  chose  to  work  for  that  company  —  and  strove  to  rise  the  ranks  like  a  soldier  would  —  doesn't  care  for  his people.  they  will  destroy  buildings  of  heritage  if  it  meant  setting  up  a  reactor,  massacre on  sacred  lands  and  take  without  even  the  slightest  thought  of  giving.  distant  whispers  of  how  to  save  the  country  of  wutai  involved  the  people  of  midgar's  endless  greed,  making  the  country  some  tourist  attraction  in  hopes  of  salvaging  their  crumbling  economy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ that  achingly  familiar  disgust  only  claws  at  him  as  sonon  shakes  his  head slightly.  before  the  war,  those  born  in  wutai  were  known  for  being  polite.  it's  not  something  forgotten;  just  harder  to  keep  up  when  around  usurpers.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❛❛  at  least  let  us  point  you  in  the  direction  ❜❜  he  doesn't  leave  much  room  for  refusal,  arms  crossed  over  red  and  grey  fabric.  the  stranger  is  correct  in  having  already  bothered  the  pair,  but  now  that  he'd  done  that,  it  was  their  job  to  find  what  he  was  up  to  —  or  at  least  be  able  to  gauge  it.  sonon  had  a  decent  enough  idea  of  where  illegal  talks  of  rebellion  took  place  and  where  people  of  importance  lived.  he  may  not  be  strong  enough  to  stop  a  soldier,  but  he  and  his  sister  were  still  ninjas,  damnit.  they  could  save  someone  if  it  came  down  to  it,  and  with  how  things  were  in  wutai,  even  a  single  loss  was  becoming  more  and  more  dire.

[kannra21]

Haru Kato x Reader 💗

I'm sad that there's no Haru x reader hcs/scenarios so I wrote smtng to make y'all's day *PS it gets kinda dirty but nothing happens lol*. Hope you enjoy!

It was on a cold cloudy afternoon that y/n decided to go on a little stroll through the nature. She already informed her family about it and took her phone just in case, because let's be honest, who in today's world doesn't have a phone with themselves? She put on her favorite pair of boots and a jacket her mother often complained about. So what if it wasn't thick enough? She loved the jacket and guys would usually give her the looks whenever she crossed paths with them. She loved the attention, that brought her in trouble most of the time.

She entered the snow-covered forest, a place she knew and paths that led to the unknown. However, the curiosity took the best of her so she continued through the branches that lay on the ground and the stones that challenged her. Going for a little adventure wasn't such a bad thing, exploring her surroundings was supposed to be a positive experience. Every once in a while a person grows tired with responsibilities, sometimes people wander around in order to avoid facing the boring part of their lives. It was relaxing and the fresh air cooled away her worries. As much as she appreciated the bird's singing in the distance, y/n put on her headphones and listened to her favorite music. The crunching of snow no longer bothered her and a little penetration through it brought a smile on her face. The place was quiet and peaceful and she loved the way everything looked so much more beautiful thanks to the icicles shining from the pine woods. I mean, holy cow! Sometimes she forgot to just stop and take it all in.

And nothing could ever compare to that awestrucking view on the other side of the hill. The landscape was covered in beautiful combinations of white, blue and black and y/n couldn't help herself but to feel amazed. This was soooo going to end up on her Instagram profile. Her friend would be absolutely devastated upon seeing it, she should be sorry for not joining her when she called and y/n enjoyed every bit of it. She approached and climbed a wrecked tree to catch a better picture, her hands were a little shaky and the cool air sent chills though her body. Mom was always right about everything. Screw it.

She took a step further and, unfortunately, the crust she was standing on was so slippery that her leg moved away and she fell into a trapping pit. Her body hurt a little but otherwise she regained herself, everything seemed to be fine, she was okay and she comforted herself, until she tried to move her left leg but to no avail. She was in so much pain and she felt like screaming. It wasn't fair and the tears started to gather in her eyes. She felt cold and her pants and jacket were soaked from being covered in the snow thanks to the awkward fall.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! What the fuck was the goddamn pit even doing here? It seemed like the freaking hunters forgot to clean after their stupid ass selves. And rangers never reported the losers in the first place. Screw them! Screw them all!... But then she laughed under her breath. Who was she kidding? It was her who was so stupidly clumsily that she couldn't keep her fucking balance. Maybe she messed up her leg for a reason? Was she punished by some higher ass force for her stupid deeds? Of course, she was so goddamn stupid and she hated herself. The pain and the cold never ceased to leave her body and she rubbed her hands together.

And then she remembered something, her phone! She tried to find it somewhere, anywhere around the place but after 5min of thorough searching she concluded that it wasn't there, that it landed somewhere around the pit and y/n felt like loosing all the hope that still remained in her.

Hopeless and disappointed, y/n squeezed into herself and, having no other choice, endured the pain and waited for someone to save her. She yelled and yelled for help in case someone was walking nearby but after so many times of persistently trying to attract someone's attention, she decided to give up because she only grew weaker and colder.

She didn't even know how much the time has passed and she felt so tired that everything she wanted to do was fall asleep but she tried to keep herself awake. She didn't want to pass out just yet. Y/n continued blowing warm air on her hands, hoping to keep herself warm. She often watched on the television how professional survivers kept themselves warm by doing all kinds of exercises. Since y/n couldn't walk, she stretched the rest of her upper body but it didn't feel any better. The more she stretched, the colder she felt. She was also afraid of sweat freezing her skin so she decided to sit like that, pinned to the wall as much as possible to at least keep her back covered.

Fuck her and her fucked ass life. She started to overthink things. How she let her family and her friends down. Everyone who loved and cared for her so dearly will hear about the news, that is, if anyone manages to find her and her dead body lying on the ground all frozen. She replayed her entire life in her head and y/n felt like crying again. She slowly but surely lost all the expectations of returning home alive.

After a while of quiet sobbing she heard someone's steps nearing her place and shouting her name. Y/n grew alert.

"I'm here!! I'm here!! Oh God please help me out please!" she exclaimed desperately.

A guy with light brown hair and golden eyes peered from the corner of the pit. His hair looked somewhat unruly and styled with messy and loose bangs framing his face.

"So you're Y/N! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Well duh Sherlock, how do you think I ended up here? The pit is at least 5m deep! And I rolled down that hill over there!"

Haru flinched, he didn't like the tone of her voice. "Everything is going to be fine, try to calm down and take my hand.", he got to his knees and leaned forward to reach her.

Y/n tried to stand up one more time but the immense pain pierced through her once again and she screamed.

"What happened?!" Haru grew concerned.

"I.. I can't stand on my left leg. It hurts so much."

"Alright, stay where you are. I'll try to-" as Haru was about to turn from leaning from his previous position, his hand slipped and, losing the support, he fell into the pit and groaned in discomfort. Y/n couldn't believe her own eyes. The only person who could help her in this very moment got trapped together with her. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry, she felt like losing her mind.

"Y/n, it isn't as bad as you think. Here, I took my ph-" Haru looked at his phone and noticed that it got broken from falling to the ground full force.

Y/n started sobbing and Haru jumped in surprise. He felt really bad and hugged her to calm her down. "I know you're in pain and I know how harsh it must be to stay down here for such a long time, but everything is going to be okay. Your parents already informed the police and we were searc-"

"My parents called the police?!" y/n shouted in surprise.

"Yes they noticed you've been absent longer than usual so they sent us to search after you."

"Wait. You're a police officer?"

"Yea I'm sorry for not wearing the classic black uniform you people got so used to. Things happened and I-"

"iactuallythinkthatyou'rekindahot"

"What?"

"nevermind"

Haru blushed and y/n tried to change the topic.

"How did you manage to find me?"

"I barely caught your location through your phone so I followed it, but the signal got interrupted every once in a while because we're in the middle of the forest after all so let's say that it was the sheer luck that I managed to find y-"

Y/n started tearing again and Haru panicked "I mean it's not the luck that helped me, you have to believe me! Look, my colleagues are already searching for us so they'll definitely find us!"

"Yes but how long will it take them to do so?"

"..." Haru felt really bad for her, he tried to make her feel better but even he wasn't so sure how to do it. "They're professionals so don't worry. They'll come here soon."

"I hope you're right.." y/n squeezed into herself once again and hid her face between her crossed hands. "Why do I always need to mess everything up? Because of me you ended up trapped as well."

"Please don't blame yourself, I ended up here because of my own clumsiness.. Man I'm such a klutz."

"We're both like walking disasters."

They laughed and Haru continued the conversation to pass the time. He talked about himself and the tragic thing that happened which led him to leave the First Division and join the MCPTF. He also talked about Daisuke and all the things that annoyed him about his partner, but in the end he concluded that he believes that he's not so bad despite his wealthy background.

Y/n fell more in love the further she listened to him. He was so kind, humanistic and just. He always paid attention to other people's needs and risked his life on many occasions to protect others. He's passionate about his work and he's really sympathetic, even towards those who didn't deserve it.

"You're such a nice person Haru. Just like a guardian angel." y/n smiled.

"R-really? I don't hear this often haha!" he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

"It's true. Why are you being so modest? You should appreciate yourself more."

"I think it’s for the best if only one of us has an ego. Because, if I were of the same nature, I don't know how Kambe would react. He is a difficult person."

"I think you're too good for him. Try to give him a taste of his own medicine."

"You want to corrupt me? You're the bad girl type or something?" Haru teased and y/n blushed.

"N-no I just think that you deserve more respect from him." y/n fiddled with her fingers and Haru smiled, he found her little quirks so adorable.

"I think that you're a beautiful person as well, Y/n."

The air between them became tense and they blushed.

"Thank you Haru, I'm glad you think so."

Y/n talked about herself as well, her job, family and friends and how she ended up in the pit in the first place. She tried to stand up again but it still hurt her and she hissed in pain.

"You shouldn't force yourself. Here, take my jacket."

"You want me to put the jacket over a jacket? But what about you? You'll only stay in your shirt."

"I don't mind. My top priority right now is to make sure that you come home safe and sound and in order to do this, I need to keep you warm."

"But-"

"No buts." Haru took off his jacket, wrapped her up, lifted her closer to him and put her into his lap.

"W-w-what are you doing?!!" y/n bonked him on the head and he yelped in pain.

"It's better if you sit on me than on the cold hard floor, you're going to get sick. Besides, I can easily warm you up like this so you don't catch hypothermia."

"Oh.. sorry about that."

"It's okay. Look, I understand how you feel right now but I'm not trying to harm you in any way. I already told you everything about myself and I'm not a weirdo. You can trust me."

"Aight aight." Y/n smiled and shifted closer this time. Haru, being the pure guy he was, probably didn't notice how this position made her feel so she wanted to let him know.

She further adjusted in his lap and leaned completely against him, with Haru's head lying on her left shoulder and taking her hands in his bigger ones, rubbing and warming them up.

The close proximity between them was unreal and Y/n smirked at him from the corner of her face.

"Just so you know, this is a very professional behavior." Haru defended himself and y/n felt like breaking into laughter."

"However you say, Mr. Police officer." she whispered in his ear, lips touching the earlobe with every word she spoke and it took him all self-control in this world not to go wild just from that small gesture.

He succeeded at keeping his cool but he didn't succeed at keeping his cool down there and y/n teased him further until he couldn't sit like this anymore.

"Okay okay I get it. Let me think.. try to change positions." Y/n stood up and sat in front of him this time, legs crossed behind his back and hugging him around the torso.

"Warmer~" y/n hummed in delight.

"Y-y/n.. do you really have to put your legs like this?"

"Whoops my bad." she took her leg and threw it over the other, making them face the same direction. Now she was leaning on his left hand, head lying under his own. It was the posture they were both satisfied with and although he could warm her like this, Haru had other problems.

The strain on his suit pants refused to subdue and y/n's hair felt so soft and smelled so nice to him. He became warmer in the face. What was going on with him?

Y/n could feel how stiff and nervous he was so she lifted her head to look at him but his eyes were averted to the other side.

"Is everything alright? Can I help?"

Haru couldn't help himself but to be honest, otherwise he'd just look like an idiot "It's.. not every day that I hold such a beautiful girl in my lap." He looked red and he was breathing heavily. "I'm sorry.. it's just that-"

She stood up from her previous position and sat between him this time.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly. Y/n took his face in her hands and kissed him carefully which surprised both of them.

What seemed to be a soft passionate exchange soon turned into something rougher, with hands roaming through their bodies and tongues colliding. Haru turned her around and pinned her to the wall.

"This is *sigh* a very bad idea *sigh*".

"Why? Are you seeing someone?"

"No."

"Neither do I." she took him for the collar of his shirt and they made out. Their movements became more frantic and Haru felt a twinge of guilt dawning on him.

"I don't want to hurt you.." he whispered, excitement running through him. "It's hard to suppress myself when I feel like this."

"Why? What do you feel?"

"I.." Haru stopped, his thoughts jumbled inside. "I'm so in love with you and we just met. I mean, it's not like you're a compete stranger since we introduced ourselves and said things about ourselves. You're a beautiful person y/n, and I'm afraid of betraying your trust."

"Haru, there's nothing to be worried about."

"Are you sure about this? Honey this is a big thing."

"Honey huh?" Y/n teased and he hid his face in her neck, embarrassment taking the best of him.

She kissed his hair and hugged him around the neck. "I love you too, Haru. You're the best thing that happened to me."

He took advantage of their position and sucked on her neck, earning a moan from her. As he kissed down her collar bone and she unbuttoned his shirt, they heard someone coughing from above and they froze.

"You're supposed to help a civilian in trouble, Kato-keibu."

Haru stumbled back on the snow in surprise. "I-It's not.. Where were you?! We were waiting for you in ages!"

"HEUSC managed to determine the location despite the signal interference. Seems like you succeeded in finding a nice occupation to fill the time gap."

"It's called body warmth, Kambe."

"I'm sure that body warmth doesn't look like that." Daisuke smirked and Haru looked angry.

"So you're Daisuke Kambe, right?" y/n asked and Daisuke analysed her face with his high tech glasses.

"Yes and you're the person we're searching for. Kato, what are you doing down there besides snogging?"

"Kambe I swear, I slipped awkwardly and fell. Can you grab her with anything to help her get out of here? She sprained her ankle and can't move much."

Daisuke's mechanic hands protruded from his specially-equipped suit and he hoisted them up to the safety.

"Thanks I guess." Haru brushed the snow off of himself and sneezed.

Y/n looked at his unbuttoned shirt and she quickly buttoned it up, blushing from embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, you can take your jacket back."

"No this is staying on you." He turned his back to her and squatted a little. "Get on, you can't walk this far by yourself."

"A-are you sure?" y/n asked worried.

"It's going to be okay." he smiled at her reassuringly and she complied.

Daisuke watched them from behind and thought about Haru's smile, it wasn't the same as when he looked at Suzue for the first time during their Isezaki mission. His partner was in love and he didn't know why but he found the fact pretty entertaining.