#eleven who masterpost

[variousqueerthings]

FISH FINGERS AND CUSTARD

doing an obvious title to get into the Eleven Era Masterpost:

Obviously I did an individual episode rundown (not counting the James Corden ones, which aren't bad but do have pre-talkshow James Corden in them, so it's at your own patience level), which I called The Measurement

Secondly I put together a google sheet via a great template by @fabiansociety with every episode of the era, the first tab of which just goes through the ratings for every individual episode, with a total score and a means per season

the second tab looks deeper at each episode, with pros, cons, recommendation, important plot points, and watching importance, as well as the suggested watch I made for my partner and doesn't need to be followed

ON TO THE RUNDOWN:

season five has an average score of 61 out of 100 (not counting the eleventh hour, which at the time was only rated on nine points), a highscore of 71, and a lowscore of 42. The season rated highest on respect for past Doctor Who and relative clarity of episodes, and lowest on companion relevancy and general politics

(highest rated the hungry earth/cold blood, lowest rated the pandorica opens)

season six has an average score of 62 out of 100, a highscore of 86 (shared by two episodes, and a lowscore of 37. The season rated highest on not objectifying women and not making the Doctor too Godlike/overly important, and lowest on companion relevancy, female emotional interiority, and politics

(highest rated the girl who waited and the god complex, lowest rated the marriage of river song)

season seven (including the 5oth anniversary special and final episode) has an average score of 58 out of 100, a highscore of 82, and a lowscore of 36. The season rated highest on not being too annoyingly "sexy" all the time and not objectifying women, and lowest on politics and world-building

(highest rated cold war lowest rated the time of the doctor)

overall the seasons rated low on every season finale and Christmas Special. the writer who overwhelmingly scored lowest was Steven Moffat. Mark Gatiss scores from very low to very high. Chris Chibnall is mostly reliable (with the exception of Dinosaurs on a Spaceship, which I'm willing to give him benefit of the doubt on some of that dialogue being... him)

and now we've gotten some vaguely statistical stuff out of the way (see the rest on the google sheet) I can say how I feel about this era

1 I think watching it the way that I did gave me much more goodwill towards the parts that I very much enjoyed, as well as more words to go through why I didn't like what I didn't. the problem with Steven M*ffat's first run is that it takes some of the worse impulses of RTD's era (the Doctor being presented as overly Super-Powery With A Tragic Past As Trope), went way harder on them, patted himself on the back the whole way, and was incredibly, inordinately sexist and misogynist in treatment of women and worldview of women's roles

2. the interesting thing looking through my ratings is that I don't, on the whole, remember the politics sticking out that much, but that's because M*ffat was attempting to be apolitical with Eleven, which is a way of bringing out some of ones more conservative "unquestioned" inner politics

for M*ffat this looked like a glorification of military, monarchy, and Institutional Powers that aren't beholden to the people, alongside an ableist strand that simplified characters to words like "psychopath," and -- like in RTD's era -- a sort of colourblind approach to character that could often either lead to there simply being less people of colour around or casting people of colour in roles that were quite thankless. there are very very great people of colour in various roles, in The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood, The God Complex, Hide to an extent... but it's way too few and too far between. Correct me if I'm wrong also but Lucian Msamati in Vampires of Venice is the single Black guy we've got who's in a main episode role and isn't presented as villainous, cowardly, or stupid? (do nooot come at me with Journey to the Centre...)

(note that this seems to be much more self-aware going into RTD2, but I want to be clear that not everything in M*ffat's era was only in M*ffat's era, but I do think it was made worse... and the sexism though, oh boy)

3. Now for the more contentious bits: I think Matt Smith is the weakest actor to play the Doctor. that's not to say he's bad, but I don't buy his deep weariness, his anger, his intelligence, or his compassion-born-from-pain. I do buy his playfulness, his childishness, his flightiness, his stubborness, his meanness, and his sadness, but in the end I don't think he could grasp the full 3D complexity of this role, which to me led to a depiction that I could best describe as "that petulant fuckboy you met at a party one time with mommy and tantrum issues who thinks he's smart about the world because he's good at economics." that's a tad unfair, there's definitely more going on than just that, but when the Doctor makes me feel uncomfortably like I'm watching guys I've known at times that I never want to meet again, that's going to make it impossible for me to suspend my disbelief.. you've got to be able to sell that this silly creature is incredibly powerful without that seeming... a bit, well, silly and/or cruel

in episodes that play to his strengths, or in which he plays more of a supporting role, he does a great job, and I particularly think he does well on the extreme rambles while also making some sense, but the second he made a grand speech I was lost. this wasn't helped by M*ffat deciding to once again... up some of the worse impulses of RTD's era (many of these which came from him) and make Doctor Who ostensibly even sexier. Matt Smith very much tried to lean into some of that dialogue, but as M*ffat had River Song say in his own episode, he's got the face of a twelve-year-old

it's also hard to unsee that Karen Gillan was cast for her looks, and how the writing plays into that rather than character building and I think a lot of her acting (possibly directed to be as such) tries to "prettify" her rather than is... good

and lastly, with all that sexism and at-best centrist politics, the childishness of the seasons also makes me uncomfortable at times -- not that this isn't for kids, but when the tone veers wildly from "wow Dinosaurs on a Spaceship!!!" to "I'm going to put this woman over my knee and spank her," I'm going to say that that's jarring (and yes, I'm constantly bringing up that episode, but it happens in many ways in many places throughout the run, more or less obviously)

4. that being said, I really like the overarching plot of Eleven's run being surprisingly simple underneath all the flash:

Ten regenerates under bad circumstances into Eleven, who crashes into a little girl called Amy's garden, and due to the nature that we learn Eleven has -- the most Peter Pan syndrome out of all of them -- constantly lets her down, while trying to outrun the past, and eventually, although she loves him, she grows out of him and goes to live her life

Eleven then steps away from people entirely, becoming sullen, uncommunicative, and unhelpful, until very quickly sucked back into trying to help a woman called Clara who's stuck in some kind of eternally recreating across different times life. after losing her twice, he commits to helping her, and they become quite casually very very good friends, without a lot of the baggage that was around with the Doctor's relationship with Amy

I don't hate this story. I frequently hate how it's presented, how Amy and Clara are depicted, and I am not a fan of River Song's writing in practically every one of her appearances. but if I imagine this Doctor as trying to escape from deep personal connection and therefore eschewing "the average person" in favour of presenting themself as the most impressive being of all time... I can make that work on a meta narrative

if I strip out the very worst episodes and muddle through some of the middly ones, this era isn't bad, and is frequently very very good and works well in tandem with what came before (with Nine and Ten) and what comes after

but boy am I happy it's done with I'm not going to lie, some of that was like pulling teeth!

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | Masterpost (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆status: completed

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC and others.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆total word count: 218.5k (lmao my fingers slipped)

☆a/n: I got the idea for this fic just a little over a year ago, following a power outage that lasted for a few days where I live and Jungkook's live where he kept coming back with different outfits (the white dress shirt hit me right in the gut). It took me a long time to write, as I was working on multiple other projects at the same time, but I am so so happy to be ready to share this baby with you guys <3

☆Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing this monster <3 (and for all your encouragement and support)

☆And a special thank you to @wintaerbaer and @btsborahaee for encouraging me and supporting me whenever I screamed to you about this fic

☆add yourself to the taglist here!

☆discord server link here!

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

☆☆☆☆☆

➳Teaser (Jungkook pov): the day he met you (1.1k)

You fucking touch her, you're dead.

➳Chapter one: when the Incident happens (11.8k)

Jungkook is Tae's best friend.

➳Chapter two: when Jungkook teases you (10.2k)

You know I hate that nickname.

➳Chapter three: when Valentine's Day happens (13.1k)

You know, Taehyung doesn’t have to know everything.

➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (9.5k)

I was just going to say that we should keep this between us.

➳Chapter five: when you have to go back to reality (12.1k)

We just pretend nothing happened, no?

➳Chapter six: when Jungkook hosts his friends over (9.6k)

I really want to kiss you right now.

➳Chapter seven: when doubt makes you question everything (15k)

Why do you want to believe the worst of me so bad?

➳Chapter eight: when secrets are unveiled in New York (13.5k)

I want you.

➳Chapter nine: when a party makes Jungkook jealous (11.2k)

You make me insane.

➳Chapter ten: when time slips through your fingers (10.1k)

I don’t want to lose you, peach.

➳Chapter eleven: when Jungkook visits Taehyung in Paris (8.4k)

Can’t wait for you to be back.

➳Chapter twelve: when it breaks (7.3k)

I can’t be with you.

➳Chapter thirteen: when it's too late (8.9k)

I have to talk to him.

➳Chapter fourteen: when the truth comes out (12.2k)

We never told each other how we felt.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you find your way back to Jungkook (7.4k)

You came?

➳Chapter sixteen: when Jungkook takes you out on a date (8.9k)

I think I was waiting for you my whole life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when forever awaits you (9k)

Getting to love you is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.

Drabbles in Jungkook's pov (might add more as the story goes on)

➳Chapter 1.5: the first party (1.6k)

Then why are you bringing him home, peach?

➳Chapter 3.5: Valentine's Day (1.1k)

We should have hung out like this before.

➳Chapter 4.5: a walk through campus (852)

You love it, peach.

➳Chapter 5.5: the return to reality (2k)

You wanted to talk?

➳Chapter 6.5: hosting his friends at the apartment (4.4k)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

➳Chapter 7.5: when he realizes (2.5k)

Isn't she Taehyung's sister?

➳Chapter 8.5: the engagement party (6.6k)

Have fun while it lasts.

➳Chapter 9.5: jealous jungkook (3k)

Shouldn’t I prove to you that you’ve got nothing to worry about?

➳Chapter 10.5: the morning before Paris (1.7k)

I promise I'll come back to you and make it work.

➳Chapter 11.5: the kiss (1.2k)

Just this once.

➳Chapter 12.5: after losing you (4.6k)

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

➳Chapter 13.5: returning home (4k)

What am I supposed to do?

➳ Chapter 14.5: losing you again (3k)

I can't believe you've been wearing the necklace

➳Chapter 15.5: a conversation with Taehyung, and his reunion with you (2.6k)

It’s never been like that with her.

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[cerusee]

Soups and Stews from Cerusee: a masterpost

(by request)

Brunswick Stew (American chicken stew with lima beans, corn, and tomatoes)

Chicken and Rice Soup

Avgolemono (Greek chicken and rice soup with eggs and lemon)

Cheesy Ham and Potato Soup

Cream of Avocado Soup

Pork Noodle Soup with Garlic and Ginger

Curried Lamb and Chickpea Soup

Chicken and Sausage Gumbo

Chicken Groundnut Stew (African chicken stew with peanut butter)

Fesenjen (Persian chicken and walnut stew with pomegranate molasses)

Lemony White Bean and Ground Turkey Stew

Scafata (Roman-style vegetable stew)

Pasta e Ceci (Pasta and chickpea soup with rosemary and tomatoes)

Graziella's Beef and Green Bean Stew

My tumblr braggadocio a couple of weeks ago re: my top-notch soup game netted me a couple of requests for suggestions/recipes, and when I sent a long list of possibilities to a pal, they asked for the ones linked above. I thought I’d just put them all on tumblr in case anyone else is interested. I’m going to do these each as standalone posts and link them back here, for ease of navigability, and because I’m going to comment on them a lot probably lol.

But first: eleven hundred words on chicken broth:

Chicken broth/stock is one of the staple elements of my home cooking. I use a LOT of it, and in almost any recipe that has the flexibility to give the cook her choice of meat stocks, vegetable stock, or water, I’ll use chicken stock. You do not need to do this. Follow your heart! And your dietary and needs and/or preferences! That said, I can’t swear by the results if you use vegetable stock or water (or beef or another meat stock, I guess, if you’re not vegetarian but you’re specifically avoiding chicken) in any recipe here that calls for chicken broth, as it may change the flavor profile.

I use two kinds of chicken stock pretty exclusively, for a combination of flavor, convenience, and cost:

Better Than Bouillon (Roasted Chicken Flavor), which is a concentrated chicken stock base pretty widely sold in most American supermarkets that I’ve visited (it’s usually in the soup aisle). It’s a sort of a thick paste that’s meant to be diluted with 1 teaspoon of the base to 1 cup of water (ideally hot or boiling water, so it dissolves faster). There are other iterations of the paste-style soup bases besides this brand (I know Penzey’s sells one, and I think I’ve seen some other supermarket brands as well, although I stick with this one because it is a known quantity and I love it). Please note that the paste-style stock bases are pretty salty. I love salty foods, so this is fine with me, but it’s something to be mindful of when you’re seasoning a soup that’s based on this…maybe hold off on adding salt until closer to the end of cooking, and taste as you go. It is very, VERY easy to end up with an accidentally over-salted soup, and it’s difficult to course-correct once you do.

Homemade chicken and/or turkey stock. This is a habit/technique I inherited from my father, who started doing this in ye olde days before much nicer stock bases were a thing you could buy in a supermarket. It involves taking all your leftover chicken or turkey scraps/carcasses (some of which might have been stashed in the freezer for a while as they amounted), and simmering them in water for up to a few days, until the bones fall apart at the poke of a wooden spoon, then vigorously boiling it down to an extremely rich, thick stock (probably something closer to a glacé than stock, if I’m being honest), straining it, and storing in the fridge in jars. This was partly thrift, partly because holy shit this stuff is delicious and just a has a real intensity and depth and sort of umami flavor it’s hard to get anywhere else.

As a single adult, I never cook entire turkeys for myself, so I tend to hoard my chicken scraps, and then go buy a couple of pounds of the cheapest turkey cuts I can get (turkey necks are GREAT for this, although I’ll get turkey drumsticks if that’s all they have, or even just chicken backs—I’m aiming for as cheap as possible, because this not about the meat) and fill up a stock pot with all of that, and then as much water as I can get into the pot. A stockpot full of turkey necks will give you an incredibly rich stock within an hour; the longer you cook it, the more intense it will be, and the more you might want to dilute the end product of this with water.

(These days I depart from my dad in the whole process of this: I try to use a lot of the first flush of chicken stock after getting the pot going to make specific recipes that need a lot of broth in them, and top the stock pot up with water as I go along (handy tip: ladle broth directly from the pot into a measuring cup through a fine mesh sieve spoon, if you have one; this means you don't get any solids in there). And then, eventually, when all the meat/bones/cartilage have given up their virtue and the liquid in the pot is starting to look milky white and even a little viscous from all the collagen in the poultry bones, I fish out and toss the solids, filter the stock carefully to remove any remaining residue, and, if necessary, boil it all down a little more until I can fit it into some specially designated ice cube trays I use just for this, and then I freeze it.)

Once again, you do not need to do any of this! You can just use other stock, etc. I personally love how much depth this iteration of chicken stock adds to things I cook with it, and I think it’s well-worth it alongside of just being kind of fun (although it will make your entire house smell like chicken for a week), but you don’t need to do this. If you do do this, please note that this stuff will be a lot less salty than any commercial chicken stock, so you may want to adjust the salt to taste on anything you cook with this.

You can also just do a way, way faster and less intense and more traditional version of homemade chicken stock, which is taking a chicken carcass or other substantial poultry leavings, and simmering that for 20-60 minutes, with or without some vegetables (typically onions, carrots, celery) roughly chopped and cooked with, and everything then drained and strained (and not reduced). Personally, I never saw the point, because it takes a lot of resources and effort for minimal output and it will take up so much of your freezer if you’re not using most of it right away, but lots of people do it this way, and it’s definitely better than buying canned stock (blech, see below).

Other stock/broth possibilities you can use but I won’t:

Old style bouillon cubes! You typically use one cube per cup of boiling water (it super duper does need to be boiling water; these things are shelf stable and will not dissolve in anything less, plus vigorous whisking). I sort of grew up on these in the 1980s and 90s in America, particularly on camping trips, where they were ideal, specifically because they’re shelf-stable. They taste like preservatives with a chicken aftertaste, and sometimes the foil wrapping sticks to the damn things and you have to scrape it off with a fingernail/knife. They’re also kind of annoying because it’s hard to use less than one whole cube at a time. They exist, they will give you a chicken broth, but jesus christ no wonder my dad took to boiling turkey carcasses as a non-camping alternative form of stock.

Canned or boxed chicken broth: if you like this, you like this, but this tastes even worse to me than bouillon cubes. It’s so thin and acidic and chemical and it’s just yuck. It’s also so expensive! You’re mostly paying for water in a can/box! But if you do in fact like this kind of chicken stock, and almost more importantly, already normally keep it around, I am not going to try to talk you out of using this. You should make the food you want to eat. Sometimes the food we want to eat tastes vaguely of the preservative techniques of our childhood. (See: my iteration of Brunswick Stew.) Please adjust for seasoning, though. This stuff is simultaneously very salty but also very bland.

@yutaan - sorry this took me so long! I decided to make a PROJECT out of it. I hope some of these are winners.

[ffxiiiapologist]

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[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

The Cursed Warlords - Arc #One ~ Cursed

(This BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECE is made by none other than my lovely friend @miifu666 !! It is the official cover for Arc#One, and it is AMAZING!)

You are a young woman working at a small convenience store from 9 to 5 every day. Afterword you would always return home and help your sickly mother take care of your younger siblings. With your father no where to be found and your only older brother refusing to step up you were the main provider of your family.

It was an exhausting life. Until one day a mistake is made by a powerful individual and you are pulled into another world. There is danger at every turn and you have no idea how to get back home. You are lucky to find a travel companion in a small monkey demoness, Spirit, who is willing to protect you after all the help that you have given her.

You are eventually joined by two rather unwilling monkey cubs. Who unknown to you are more than just ordinary monkey cubs.

Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque, the mated monkey kings of Flower Fruit Mountain and once powerful warlords have been reduced to small, helpless cubs. Cursed by an unknown enemy they are defenseless to the dangerous world around them until you, a young mortal woman find them.

They are initially very distrusting and angry with you for ‘capturing them’. However for one reason or another they slowly find themselves captivated by you. Day by day it grows from a small spark to a raging flame within them by your kind nature. Captivation turns into a dark and possessive love for you.

However it’s not long before they learn that you don’t plan to stay in their world. They are distraught and have no idea what to do. No matter what they try to do you seem so dead set on leaving them. It definitely doesn’t help that they aren’t able to truly speak to you.

>>>

Masterpost

Chapter #One - Into The Unknown

Chapter #Two - Escape

Chapter #Three - Cursed

Chapter #Four - The Deal

Chapter #Five - Meeting The Mortal

Chapter #Six - Towards the Village

Chapter #Seven - The Village

Chapter #Eight - Rest and Calm

Chapter #Nine - Frozen Wind

Chapter #Ten - Lost

Chapter #Eleven - The Fox Demoness

Chapter #Twelve - The Deer Spirit

Chapter #Thirteen - Crushes

Chapter #Fourteen - Headbands

Chapter #Fifteen - Bidding Farewell

Chapter #Sixteen - Over the Edge

Chapter #Seventeen - Injured Darling

Chapter #Eighteen - The Monkey Demon

Chapter #Nineteen - Hurt and Comfort

Chapter #Twenty - Dark Forest

Chapter #Twenty-One - The Forest Stone

Chapter #Twenty-Two - The River Dragon

Chapter #Twenty-Three - Sworn Sisters

Chapter #Twenty-Four - The Portal Home

Chapter #Twenty-Five - Angry Darling

Chapter #Twenty-Six - ???

Chapter #Twenty-Seven - ???

Chapter #Twenty-Eight - ???

Chapter #Twenty-Nine - ???

Chapter #Thirty - ???

Arc #Two - ???

[salty-tang]

favours owed (three-shot pt3)

Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Congresswoman!Reader (mostly canon compliant)

Summary: Congressman Bucky Barnes does not like owing favours, least of all to you.

congressman bucky x congresswoman reader (set just before, and crosses into the beginning of, Thunderbolts*)

Warnings/tags: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, Original Characters, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Massage, Begging, Cunnilingus, Semi-Public Sex, Political Drama, No established relationship, Enthusiastic Consent, Female Orgasm bucky barnes may not know how to politic but he does know how to eat a lady out, Congressman Bucky Barnes, Congresswoman Reader, mild thunderbolts* (the movie) spoilers

A/N: These interns are OCs with common names, which is a gamble given how large the Marvel universe is. If there's a name overlap, it's not intentional!

favours owed masterpost || AO3 || congressman bucky masterpost

Back on the museum floor, the auction is just about to start. Low murmurs drift across marble, silver taps gently against crystal – it’s the kind of orchestrated civility that only ever happens in rooms lined with stolen antiquities and stress-tested diplomacy.

You and Bucky re enter through one of the side entrances, composed. The interns clock you immediately from their post at the welcome desk. They’ve been posted there under the pretense of helping with donor inquiries, but are, in practice, operating the universally understood intern backstage pass.

Jenna, Bucky’s communications intern, is the first to spot you. She stiffens, nearly dropping her phone. “They’re back,” she murmurs, low and urgent without once looking away. “Side entrance, eleven o’clock. Act normal.”

Three heads swivel in sync instantly; there is nothing normal about that.

Devon, one of yours, exhales and squints. “That’s not a ‘we needed a break’ walk. That’s a ‘we just gave the Ethics Committee a case study in inter-office violations – in a utility closet’ walk.”

Mills, who’s been shadowing your policy team for the better part of the year, looks troubled. “I sincerely hope it’s actually not a utility closet. That would just be… awful.”

Jenna’s gaze sharpens to a surgical point. “She’s touched up her lipstick,” she notes, voice flat. “But not her dress. And his tie’s just that bit off-center.”

Tapping rapidly, she captures a photo. Timestamped. Filed.

Micah, Bucky’s other communications intern and last of the four interns present tonight, leans in, voice tight. “You really think they’d do it here?”

Jenna cuts him off without sparing him a sideways glance. Her phone is out and she is typing like a woman possessed. “I think we’re moments from a once-in-a-generation Congressional scandal. And I, for one, plan to be first on the witness list.”

They watch as your steps align – smiles fixed, elbows exactly five inches apart, not four – clearly the result of careful calibration. Bucky trails a half-step behind, jacket back on, tie slightly off-center, hair losing the slick polish it had hours ago. Jenna’s eyes flick to the distance and back like she’s reading classified intel.

“Choreographed,” Devon whistles, voice laced with respect. “No way that’s instinct. That’s West Wing-level blocking. Romantic espionage, but policy-adjacent.”

The four interns, with the silent intensity of people who are definitely not doing what they’re paid to be doing, observe your return like analysts monitoring foreign dignitaries at an unannounced summit.

“For sure something happened,” Micah whispers to Devon.

“No kidding,” Devon mutters. “They left in the middle of cocktail hour. And now she’s holding her wine glass in her left hand. She always holds it in her right.”

“And Barnes is blinking weird,” Jenna’s voice is sharp with suspicion. “Like he’s trying not to look at her, which means he’s absolutely thinking about looking at her.”

Micah comes to a stand beside her, craning his neck so he can get a better view. “He adjusted his tie three times since they walked in. One more and we’re officially in DEFCON territory.”

“Look at how they move around each other,” Mills murmurs, eyes narrowing like she’s trying to solve a diplomatic crisis using only the power of observation. “That’s not tension, that’s aftermath.”

The group falls silent as they watch Bucky murmur something to you. You don’t laugh, but you smile in that slow, familiar way that suggests that the words were not just funny, but intimate. You nod, eyes fixed on the stage where another lot is being presented, but your body is angled toward him just a fraction more than is necessary. Five degrees, maybe. Enough.

“I feel like I need to file an ethics disclosure form just for witnessing this,” Jenna mutters.

Mills exhales. “Do we… say something?”

“We gather evidence,” Devon says simply. “We compile a list. We bide our time.”

“And then?” Mills asks.

“We wait for them to slip,” Devon replies, calmly. “They always do.”

Micah snorts. “You mean like right now?”

Jenna doesn’t reply. She’s already typing something into the shared team Slack, fingers moving fast.

#team-barnes-internals

Friday, 8:17 PM [JENNA] BARNES UPDATE: he’s back. With her. They disappeared for almost an hour. Hair: wrecked. Tie: loose. Moral high ground: gone. [MIKE – COMMS DIRECTOR] what level of DEFCON are we talking [JENNA] 3? 2.5? higher if she calls him “Bucky” in public [MIKE] ok. smiling through it. regroup after auction. god help us if NYT gets photos

Devon glances up from peering over Jenna’s shoulder – and locks eyes with you across the room. You raise an eyebrow, ever so slightly. It’s a half-second flicker of recognition.

He immediately looks away, face heating. “She knows,” he mutters under his breath.

“She always knows,” Mills says, half in awe, half in dread. “She can spot a leak through three layers of metaphor.”

“Either way,” Devon sighs, “we’re so, so screwed.”

⁕⁕⁕

Released from their welcome table duties, the interns reconvene near the canapé station, where they are loading up on free food, debating the merits of EVOO, and covertly observing you and Bucky’s every move.

Jenna opens the shared spreadsheet titled Operation StarCrossed: Circumstantial Evidence Log and begins to narrate while typing:

Returned together via side entrance (suspicious)

Sustained proximity = 5 inches (measured against wine glass)

Charged eye contact x3

Silence tense enough to power the entire wing

Shared smirk cadence = 1.6 sec delay = deeply practiced

“I mean,” Devon says between bites of an unremarkable crostini, “Barnes just laughed at a joke from that German philanthropist. Barnes doesn’t laugh. He scowls. At best he does the exhale-through-nose thing.”

“He’s soft-smiling,” Mills mutters. “Which he really only does when she’s around. Remember the Jarkata trip pitch?”

Micah nods grimly. “She said his closing needed tightening and he actually said thank you. With a smile. I’ve seen him take military briefings with more defensiveness.”

“To be fair, it’s not like he’s had great history with the army,” Devon retorts.

Across the floor, the bidding continues at an unhurried pace. Bucky leans in slightly to say something. Your expression doesn’t change, but your hand tightens almost imperceptibly on your glass. A flicker, a microsecond reaction. To most, it would pass unnoticed.

But the interns are trained to notice.

“If they drop one more ‘we’re just colleagues’ look,” Devon mutters, “I swear to God I’ll leak it to Legal on an anonymous post-it.”

“They’re not obvious to normies,” Jenna says, typing with renewed fervor. “They’re obvious to us. The chronically observant. The permanently caffeinated.”

Meanwhile, your chair is now angled slightly toward Bucky’s. Not a full pivot, it’s tilted just enough that, under the linen, your knees might brush. He passes you the auction program with a neutral expression. You take it without looking at him.

Five seconds later, you both smile at the stage at the exact same time.

Not at each other. Never at each other.

But the timing is suspiciously perfect.

Mills exhales like she’s watching the final act of a Jane Austen drama. “God, this is slow-burn torture.”

“They invented emotional repression and now they’re using it against us,” Micah mutters. “And everyone thinks we’re just out here learning about macroeconomic policy and the inner mechanisms of governance.”

Jenna saves and closes the spreadsheet with a flourish. “All I’m learning here is how two people can radiate tension so thick it could set the building aflame, all without ever losing their damn composure. A masterclass in mutually assured emotional destruction.”

Micah raises a plastic flute of flat prosecco. “To emotional detachment and its close cousin, unresolved trauma.”

They all clink.

From the stage, the auctioneer calls the next item. You lean over to whisper something to Bucky – his brow lifts, and his smile does that restrained, corner-only thing. Your fingers almost touch on the tablecloth.

The interns die a little more inside.

And so the auction goes on.

⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕

A/N: and that's a wrap on this!

EDIT 26/05/2025: full-fledged chapter fic announcement! i love the idea of congressman bucky so much it inspired a whole slow burn on capitol hill romance LOL join the fun at For the Record

<<pt 2 || AO3 || -END-

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 4

Masterpost

"Okay, so like. We start with this video." Bernard says, bumping Tim's shoulder lightly. Huddling over a laptop together is a familiar experience; before they actually started dating they both regularly used laptop videos as an excuse to get close. It's a memory that Tim sort of cringes at, because now it seems so silly to be scared of Bernard not liking him back, and yet now he finds himself thinking back to those early days. The thrill of huddling together to solve a mystery is a little different from the thrill of being around your crush, but there's something there, a sort of excitement in questions yet to be answered.

"All right, hit me." And as Tim leans into Bernard a little harder, his boyfriend presses play.

The video is definitely weird. That much is immediately obvious. It seems to be a slideshow of pictures, complete with audio, but the pictures just seem off in a way that Tim can't describe and the audio is - it's a little sticky, but that is definitely Space Oddity, only it sounds kind of wrong like somebody's playing certain notes off key.

"Oh, that is definitely a Caesar cipher, huh?" Tim mutters. There's a line of text written beneath every photo in the little slideshow, but they're all garbled nonsense - it would seem entirely random, but Tim can already see a touch of pattern, some of the letters definitely appearing more common than others.

"Spy phase, huh?" Bernard teases. "I should've known you would already be on this stuff."

Tim grins and does his best to pretend he's not blushing. He's never been more grateful for his tendency to go overboard with his interests. The last thing he needs right now is Bernard asking questions about why he knows so much about code-breaking. Sure, he wants desperately to tell him all about Red Robin, but it's complicated with the rest of the family being implicated in your own identity.

The video continues in the same line for the whole duration of the song, then abruptly cuts off the second the last note of the song plays.

"Well, my first thought is that it seems kind of basic." Tim offers, at Bernard's expectant look.

"Right? Like when I first watched it I was kind of like what's the hype even about? But like, every video follows this general format, but the gradient of apparent code just keeps increasing, and it's like. What if there's more here and nobody ever realized they needed to look for it?"

"Okay well, the text has already been deciphered, right? So what does it say, and how'd they decode it."

"Here," Bernard switches tabs, to a document with screenshots of the various images. The first image was a simple photograph of a man, with the translated text reading Jonathan, January Thirteenth. The next photo, which was of an empty street, dusted with snow, read Hawthorn Way, Johnny's birthday. The rest of the photos followed in the same line. Simple labels describing who or what the photo showed and when they had been taken. None of the information seemed odd or suspicious, just the kind of photos that a family might take.

"Okay, it's a Caesar cipher, but each time the alphabet is being shifted a different amount."

"Yeah. And I already tried writing down the amounts in order to see if that meant anything but like.... No luck." Bernard gestures to his notes, where there is indeed a long number sequence.

"Okay, but how'd you solve it? Did anybody look for a clue to imply the shift or did they just brute force it?"

"I mean, there's literally websites that will run it for you, so I think people just did that." Tim hums, tapping his pen against his ear. The number sequence Bernard had shown him -

"None of the shifts are greater than eleven." Tim says. Bernard blinks, and glances back over his list.

"Huh. You're right, but what does that mean?"

"Means we need to figure out what's eleven." Tim reaches out and switches back the video and starts it again. The music still seems weird to him. He's no expert musician by any means, but he did take piano lessons for a bit when he was little, and more than that, he trusts his instincts. "There's only seven notes in a scale so it's not that..."

"A scale? Do you think there's something in the music? I mean other than it just being creepy?" Tim stares at Bernard.

"Bernard, you literally told me that you think it's all been more intentional than anyone realized. If that's true then the music definitely means something."

"Huh. Yeah, that is. Oh, we definitely needed new eyes on this, huh?" Bernard's huffs, then leans into Tim. "Okay well some the notes in the song are just straight up rank so maybe it's something to do with that?"

Tim hits play on the video again, focusing on the music. Six seconds in, a note hits, sounding very off.

"See?" Bernard says hitting pause. "It does that sometimes. Just plays a wrong note. I thought it was just to fuck with us, make us on edge, but maybe it means something?"

"We need the sheet music on this."

"Yeah? Do you know how to transcribe it?"

"Not reliably enough. But I know how to find someone who can."

"Babe, you're doing it again." Bernard laughs. "That could not have sounded more like Mafia energy if you tried."

"Oh my god, shut up."

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Dick and Tim being brothers

I want to start regularly posting fic recs with one larger rec post of at least 10 recs centered around a theme, trope, or relationship every Friday. Since this is the first one I'm gonna go with my favorite: Tim and Dick being brothers! And as a bonus, a couple of playlists I made for these two on Spotify to listen to while you read if that's your thing. ❤️

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Good Fellows by thatcuriouscat

Summary:

After rescuing Bruce from floating around the past, Tim is Not Okay. What comes next after losing everything that really matters? Tim’s got some thoughts. So do the rest of the family. And Ra’s al Ghul. …And the Joker. Jason looks murderous. “God DAMN it, Tim, this was not the situation I had in mind when I generously taught you how to be a younger brother out of the kindness of my heart!” Even more shocked by this, Dick asks incredulously, “You, Jason Todd-Wayne, tried to give younger brother lessons? Where did you even get the audacity?” Jason rounds on him hotly. “Bitch, you wish you knew how to be a younger brother!” “FOCUS,” Tim demands. “We’ve got like, an hour to pull this off.”

Momo's Notes: Starting this off with my all time favorite Batfam fic. It plays fast and loose with comic canon but the actual characterization for everyone in the Batfam is so freaking perfect. This fic focuses on all of the Bat boys (in this fic Cass hasn't met them yet) and Bruce in the immediate aftermath of him being saved from the timestream but a big part of the plot is the reconciliation between Dick and Tim. Unlike a lot of Tim-centric fics set in this time no one is being unfairly bashed and Tim's stubborness and avoidance of his problem is just as much of a stumbling block in their relationship as Dick's actions in Red Robin. And Dick isn't demonized for making Damian Robin so much as he's criticized for HOW he did it.

tiptoes by thirdgleam

Summary:

Tim wakes up in an alternate dimension. One where he's eleven and living on the streets. One where Batman really does work alone, no Robin by his side. One where Dick is eight years old and the Flying Graysons are still flying. It would all be much easier to deal with if he remembered how he got there. or Tim: Older Brother Extraordinaire (eventually)

Momo's Notes: God this is one is heart-wrenching. Tim struggling with his grief over the family he's been separated from even as he slowly grows to love the versions of them who are adopting him here just shreds my heart. His internal war over wanting to go home but knowing his new little brother Dickie NEEDS him is just SO good. And bonus: if you REALLY want your heart ripped out of your chest check out the side stories from the point of view of Tim's original Batfamily as they struggle with their own grief over losing him. I was in tears SO FAST.

Five Times Dick Was Tim’s Safety Net and One Time Tim Was Dick’s by PrinceJakeFireCake

Summary:

“Tim forced his gaze away from his phone, took a moment to breathe deeply, then tried to figure out the best way not to die anytime soon. For Bruce. For Alfred. For his friends. For Dick.” Dick has always been there for Tim, even before they knew each other.

Momo's Notes: Inspired by the Young Justice comic with the suicide prevention hotline number. One of the things I love most about Dick and Tim's brotherhood is that they lean on each other as equals. When Tim needs help to keep going he calls Dick. When Dick is in over his head, he calls Tim. I love them.

Code Cryptid by SummerKnight717

Summary:

In which Dick Grayson and Tim Drake tag team to make both Bruce and some very unfortunate kidnappers regret all their life decisions. Jason Todd is definitely not the only theatre kid in the family... Dick really doesn't like putting on the Batsuit, thank you very much. So when he has to, he is at least owed some fun in it...

Momo's Notes: How about something short and cheerful after how heavy the last two were? This is in Bruce's pov and is a perfect showcase for how similarly unhinged Tim and Dick are when they work together lol

only you will have stars that can laugh by silverwhittlingknife

Summary:

You coming over is possibly the only thing that’s gonna stop me from wanting to punch your dad in the face, Dick doesn’t say. My current Christmas Day plans are 1) pace around at home, and 2) try not to obsess about what Bruce is up to, so trust me, you’ll be an improvement, Dick doesn’t say. Tim's alone on Christmas Eve. Dick finds out, and fixes it.

Momo's Notes: This is based on (and expands upon) the DCU Holiday Bash 3 comic. It's early in Tim's Robin career, before Babs even knows his name, but after Jack Drake woke from his coma and continues to be the worst. This is such an indulgent big brother Dick fic for me. Him daydreaming about Tim still being his little brother even if his parents hadn't died, that they'd grow up in the circus together, shredded my heart. This fic is just one in a series called A Thousand Ninjas based around Tim and Dick's brotherhood and I recommend reading all of them, they're so good!

Show Me Who I Used To Be by Fairy527

Summary:

While Tim is living with Dick and temporarily stepping in as Nightwing, he helps Dick work through a few memory issues (AKA, a scene from an alternate version of the Ric Grayson plotline)

Momo's Notes: I will never forgive DC for choosing to do the god awful Ric Grayson storyline over Tom King's suggestion to have Tim fill in as Nightwing while helping Dick recover. We could have had SO MUCH brotherhood content! Thankfully we have fics like this one exploring the scenario, though I wish it were longer.

do more harm by dizarys

Summary:

"Hey," Jason laid a hand on his shoulder, "We’re gonna get him back." "Yes," Dick growled, drawing his escrima sticks and clenching them tightly. "We are." He flipped off the stack of shipping containers with a tight somersault, landing lightly. A split second later Jason landed heavy and solid behind him. The four guards didn't stand a chance. --- Dick's temper isn't usually a problem. But when Robin disappears...crossing the line seems a lot easier.

Momo's Notes: I love how feral Dick gets in the comics when Tim is in danger. The number of times Tim's had to physically pull Dick away from beating a dude to death because he hurt/threatened/looked funny at Tim is ridiculous lol. This fic is a double pleasure because it also has some yummy brotherhood moments between Jason and Dick and explores Dick's feelings towards his own rage issues.

how to feed your local demon by InkpotSprite

Summary:

“Oh, don’t forget your–” A few papers fell out as Dick lifted it up, revealing pictures of Nightwing, Robin and Batman in the middle of a fight with Poison Ivy. “Files.” “Ah. Those.” Tim laughed nervously, the sharp, citrus-like taste filling the air. - Dick is an incubus, starved for affection after the loss of Jason. Tim isn't affectionate by nature but wants to help anyway.

Momo's Notes: This is adorable. In an AU where supernatural creatures are normal Dick is an incubus (not necessarily sexual they feed on emotions in general) and kid!Tim is worried that Bruce's emotionally stunted ass is starving his oldest son. So he takes it into his own hands to keep Dick well fed with hero worship and affection.

a soft place to land by unchosenone

Summary:

Tim rubs the back of his head, trying to affect a joking tone. “I knew I should’ve just gone for the new escrima sticks.” Dick is ready to be a good big brother to his grieving little bro. Tim flips the script.

Momo's Notes: Yes! THIS is the Tim and Dick I know and love! Dick is always ready to put aside his own issues to support his little brother but he never quite gets that Tim is just as willing to support him in whatever way he needs. They're equals and they balance one another.

CONTENT WARNING: This last rec deals with aftermath and trauma of a canonical sexual assault

In the comics both Dick and Tim have been repeatedly assaulted and then DC pretends it never hap

pened. This fic deals with Tim having been nearly SA'd by the Daughter of Acheron in Red Robin and Dick finding out about it and both of them dealing with it together. It's well written but if that content will trigger you please avoid it!

Pinned by orphan_account

Summary:

"It’d been a long time since the catacombs. Cass had been there, she’d saved him, he knew that. But in the rush of everything that came after that night, he hadn’t exactly had an opportunity to think about it. Hadn’t wanted to process any of it. The whole thing had been shoved into the back of his brain and locked up tight. Now, it was like everything was throwing itself against the chains in protest, begging him to think and feel and remember, and he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t." Or The aftermath of Red Robin #24/#25 with Tim and Dick talking together. TW for past attempted rape, please read the tags and check the notes for more specific tw's

Momo's Notes: If DC is going to use SA in their comics I wish they'd be brave enough to actually address the trauma and long lasting effects SA would have on the characters. This story deals with the realistic consequences Tim would have to face after Red Robin 24/25 and explores how Dick would respond to it considering his own trauma.

Spotify Playlists!

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson - Chaos Robins

Tim Drake | Red Robin - Genius and Loyalty

Dick Grayson | Nightwing - Cheerfully Kicking Your Ass

[milk-is-stable]

The Shoot From the Hip Hunger Games: Night 1

Masterpost (<-START HERE! the posts are best read in order)

Content Warning: descriptions of violence, blood/injury, major character death

The sun begins to set on the first day of the games, casting the shadows of twilight over the arena. The screen cuts rapidly between tributes, catching you up on their activities after the day’s events. 

Janae is tucked away in a cave near the edge of the forest. He sings softly to himself, leaning his head back against the cave wall and looking out the cave mouth at the sunset. 

Benjamin has managed to outrun Robin, and has found a small berry patch to take shelter in for the night. He eats the berries slowly, staring off into the distance as though deep in thought. 

Marty is examining a large, dead tree stump when a sponsor parachute comes down for him. He rips open the capsule to reveal a hatchet and a canteen of water. He drinks greedily, then takes the hatchet and puts it to use breaking down the dead stump into firewood for the night. 

The camera lingers on Chip and Sally, who have had a very successful day of hunting and gathering. Chip uses his knife to skin a few rabbits that they trapped while Sally approaches with an armful of dry twigs to use for a fire. She lays the kindling down by their other supplies, then pauses, her gaze lingering on the piles of plants that Chip has arranged. Chip glances up from his work, noticing her standing there. 

“What?” he asks, and Sally looks at him, her eyes wide. For a moment her expression is unreadable, then she forces a smile onto her face.

“You sure gathered a lot!” she says brightly. “We’ll be set quite nicely here if we keep this up.”

“Water’s still going to be an issue,” Chip points out, and Sally nods. 

“You’re right. I’m going to go back near the cornucopia, just to see if there’s anything left near the edge worth taking.” 

“Are you sure? Do you want me to come with you?” Chip asks, but Sally shakes her head. 

“No no, you should stay with our supplies. I’ll be back before nightfall,” she promises.

She reaches down and grabs her sickle, then heads off in the direction of the cornucopia. She walks until Chip and their campground is out of sight, then she picks up her pace, changing direction and heading deeper into the woods.

The camera view switches to Jasper and Caesar, who have salvaged what supplies they could after Pinocchio's raid and relocated their campsite. Caesar is stoking the flames of a small fire while Jasper uses some damp leaves to wipe the blood from his arm and cover up the cut from the thorns. 

“Whether or not we catch up to Eleven tomorrow, we’ll need to do some hunting,” Caesar remarks. “We don’t have much in the way of food.” 

“Yeah…” Jasper says. He hesitates, then sits across from Caesar in front of the fire. “Hey…I’m sorry Juliet didn’t make it. Do you know which tribute got her?” 

A replay-cam pops up in the corner of the screen, showing the moment during the bloodbath that Caesar stabbed Juliet with her own sword.  

Caesar gives Jasper a long, appraising look, then he sighs. 

“No… but it’s probably just as well. We both knew that only one of us would be able to be crowned victor, even if we survived the rest of the games. Better that we weren’t forced into an impossible situation.” 

“Do you have anyone else waiting for you back home?” Jasper asks, and Caesar frowns. 

“I thought I had a friend…but now? I’m honestly not sure.” He looks up at Jasper and raises an eyebrow. “What about you?”

Jasper looks up at the sky above them, where the stars are just starting to become visible.

“I used to have a family,” he says, his voice wistful. “But...they’re gone now. No one's left to look out for me but...well, me.”

Caesar nods, and the camera zooms in on the firelight dancing in his eyes. 

“I know the feeling.” 

The camera cuts to an aerial shot following a sponsor parachute as it floats down towards its lucky recipient. The pack drifts into a large clearing in the forest where a campfire is burning, and a cry of excitement rises from the group huddled around its warm orange glow. 

Priscilla gets to her feet as the gift lands, squinting into the darkness. 

“There’s a number 9 on the side!” she exclaims, looking back at Inga. “That means it’s for you, right?” 

“Probably,” Inga says. “You can bring it here.” 

Priscilla hurries away from the fire to grab the package, then brings it back just as quickly. She hands it over to Inga, who opens the box to reveal a treasure trove of supplies. 

“Is that bread?” Johnny asks, leaning closer to take a look. 

“And cheese and jerky and fresh fruit!” Priscilla says excitedly. 

“What’s even better is this,” Inga says, pulling out a water bottle with a built-in filter. “Dying of dehydration is much less of an issue now.” 

The three of them divide up the food, setting the jerky and cheese aside for the morning before eating the fruit and bread around the fire.

“So…any idea of what we can expect from tomorrow, future-boy?” Inga asks, and Johnny shrugs. 

“I don’t really know…I’d need to have a dream to get a clear picture of it.” 

“You don’t know anything?” Priscilla asks, and Johnny hesitates. 

“Well, I…” 

“What is it?” Inga asks, and Johnny wraps his arms around himself. 

“I- I did have one dream last night, about being here,” he admits. “I was standing by a campfire watching people fall asleep.” 

“Were you about to kill them?” asks Priscilla, her eyes wide. 

“No…more like I was guarding them. You were there, Inga, and so was the boy from…Seven, I think?”

“Michael,” Priscilla supplies.

“Well that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” says Inga, frowning. “You being alive, and being on a team?"

“I guess so…” 

“So why don’t you sound very happy about it?” Inga asks, and Johnny looks up at her. 

“Janae wasn’t there with me,” he says quietly. 

There is an awkward beat of silence.

“Well, that could mean nothing. Didn’t you say that sometimes things don’t happen exactly like you see?” says Priscilla, but Johnny shakes his head.

“This morning I told Janae about the dream, and he…he said that I shouldn’t try to worry about him in the arena. That only one of us would be able to make it anyway, and that he…that he’d want it to be me.” 

He stares into the fire as the shot slowly pulls back, the campsite growing smaller and smaller on the screen until it’s just a dot of orange light shining up through the forest.

The camera soars over the treetops before flying back down, settling on a pair of boys who are facing each other across a clearing: Peter and Michael.

“I don’t have any weapons,” says Peter, holding out his hands. “I just have water.” 

“You have water?” repeats Michael. 

“I do,” Peter says, holding up a large jug. “But the cap isn’t on. If you come near me with that knife, I’ll pour it out and you won’t get any.” 

“Fair enough,” Michael says. 

A shuffling sound catches both of their attention and they turn in unison just in time to see Pinocchio emerge into the clearing. 

“You have water?” he repeats, and Peter nods slowly. 

“I have food, but not water,” Pinocchio says. “And it sounds like you have water but not food.” 

“And I don’t have either, but I do have flint,” Michael pipes up. “I could start us a fire, and all three of us could be warm and fed tonight.” 

“I like the sound of that,” Peter says, and after a moment Pinocchio nods in agreement. 

The three combine their supplies and set up a meager campsite. 

“I have to be honest, I’m relieved,” Peter says once they have a fire going. “I wanted to ally with someone, but I haven’t run into that many people. I did see that little girl from One, but I think I scared her and her friend.” 

“I’ve not seen too many others yet either,” Michael admits. “Not since the cornucopia.” 

“What about you?” Peter asks Pinocchio, and the shorter boy wrings his hands.

“I…yes, I’ve seen some. The boy from Two has a lot of supplies, and has...well, had two allies.” 

“Shit,” Michael mutters. “He and his wife seem like bad news to me.” 

“I didn’t see her, actually,” Pinocchio says. “It was the tall boy from Eight and the brunette boy from Four.”

“Well, still people to steer clear of,” muses Peter. “See anybody else?” 

“No…I was following them most of the day.” 

“Really? Why?” Peter asks, and Pinocchio bites his lip. 

“The…the boy from Eight…he took something from my sister,” he says quietly.

“Where is she, by the way? You two seemed close in your interview,” says Peter.

Pinocchio doesn’t answer, and Michael winces. 

“Shit,” he says again. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’ve seen people,” calls a quiet voice, and the three startle at the sound. 

“Who’s out there?” Michael shouts, and Sally slowly steps forward into the light, her hands held out in front of her.

“I’m not armed,” she says. “But I have news. The boy from my district and I have been all over the arena gathering food today, and I saw some of the tributes. I’m willing to trade information for a safe night.” 

The boys exchange glances, then Michael nods. 

“I’d say that’s worth it if the information’s good.” 

Sally slowly sinks to the ground at the edge of their circle, holding her hands out to the fire. She fills in the group on Alexa ("she moves quickly, even on an injured foot. She may also be stronger than she looks, since her axe doesn’t seem to be slowing her down"), Robin ("he’s very comfortable climbing trees, but doesn’t seem to have many actual survival skills"), and Julian ("he was able to identify safe versus poisonous plants, so even without supplies, he’s likely to be okay on his own").

As she speaks, a pop-up in the corner of the screen shows a quick camera shot of each tribute she mentions.  

Alexa is curled into a small ball in a makeshift nest of leaves and pine needles, her hand clamped over her mouth in an attempt to silence the sound of her sobs. 

Robin is trying to get a fire going, but hasn't had luck in finding enough suitable materials. Finally giving up, he instead scales a nearby tree and gets as comfortable as he’s able to on one of the large, stocky branches. 

Julian has dug a space out beneath the rock outcropping he hid at earlier in the day, and is nestled inside so that he is hidden from the view of any passersby. He has a small pile of foraged food beside him, and he hums quietly to himself as the last sliver of sun disappears behind the horizon. 

“And then there’s the trio I passed on my way here,” Sally finishes, and the pop-up vanishes from the screen. “The girl from Nine, the girl from Seven, and the older brother from Three.” 

“How are they?” Michael asks. “Priscilla looks okay?”

“They just got a sponsor parachute, so they’re eating well tonight, that’s for sure,” says Sally. 

“Can I ask?” Peter says suddenly. “What about the boy from Twelve? Weren’t you working with him today?”

Sally’s face darkens, and she nods. 

“I was,” she agrees, and Pinocchio tilts his head.

“How come you’re not anymore?” he asks, and Sally clenches her fists in her lap. 

“I…I didn’t think I could trust him,” she admits.

The camera cuts suddenly to Chip, sitting alone at his own campfire. The sound of approaching footsteps catches his attention and he gets to his feet. 

“You’re late,” he says. “You said you’d be back before–”

He trails off as the person steps into view, revealing themselves to be not Sally, but Clarissa. She is brandishing a knife, though her grip appears clumsy. 

“Get back,” she says. “I’m warning you.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Chip says, raising his hands up. “I don’t have any weapons. You want food? Water?”

“You have food?” Clarissa asks, and Chip gestures to a pile of berries sitting on a bed of leaves on the ground. 

“You can have some if you leave peacefully,” he says. 

Clarissa doesn’t wait to be told twice, reaching down and stuffing a handful of the berries directly into her mouth. She holds the knife towards him with one hand while sliding a small pack off her back and shoving the rest of the berries inside.

“No food in that supply pack?” Chip asks conversationally. 

Clarissa doesn’t answer, she just keeps grabbing more and more of Chip’s supplies. After a moment though, her movements begin to slow down. Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps and she loses the grip on the knife in her hand. It slips from her fingers, and she looks up at Chip, her eyes blown wide with panic. 

“What did you–” 

She collapses to the ground, white foam bubbling at the edge of her mouth and her body shaking with convulsions. 

Chip looks away, poking at his fire with a stick until the sound of a cannon firing rings through the arena. He turns and pulls Clarissa’s supply bag away from her, turning it upside down and dumping its contents on the ground. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs to her corpse. “It’s not my fault you don’t know your poisons.”

— — — 

The day ends and the Capitol anthem plays. The sky lights up with the first nightly ceremony honoring the fallen. The face of each tribute that died, in District order. Your TV shows a brief clip of how each death occurred, though the projection in the arena doesn’t show this to the tributes.

In rapid succession, you see Janusz fall backwards from the cliff, Caesar stab Juliet with her own sword, Inga overpower and kill Jim, John Junior accidentally detonate a mine, Clarissa succumb to the poisoned berries, Jimmy tangled in the thorns as Pinocchio slits his throat, and a spear plunging into Maria's stomach. The anthem ends, and the projection in the arena goes dim.

This concludes our broadcast for the day! Please tune in again tomorrow to see what will become of YOUR favorite tribute!

Game Summary

Deaths:

Clarissa was killed by Chip

Kill Counts:

Pinocchio: 2 (Maria, Jimmy)

Inga: 1 (Jim L)

Caesar: 1 (Juliet)

Chip: 1 (Clarissa)

Game Meta

None of you wanted to vote for Clarissa on the popularity poll and now she's dead, I hope you're happy /j

I have to say, after writing out this section I'm glad I decided to make the days and nights separate posts after all. Even though there's only one death in this part, so much happens, and so much extra connective tissue has to be added to make it all make sense together. I've come to appreciate the quieter moments of the games as well though, they allow me to add in some neat character moments and foreshadowing!

Thanks for reading, and thank you so much to everyone who has commented so far, be it in the comments tab or in the tags of your reblogs, your reactions are so much fun to read and they genuinely make my day <3

[cenvast]

Rin, Kabru, & Toshiro: On Asian Identity

I have a lot of thoughts about Rin's identity as a second-generation Asian refugee and how it impacts her relationships with other characters, especially Kabru.

I see Rin as being Indonesian specifically. The name "Rinsha" is of Muslim Arabic origin. In real life, Indonesia has one of the largest Muslim populations in the world, so what might seem like a geographically incompatible name works if Rin is the Dungeon Meshi equivalent of Indonesian.

Rin also says that her parents came from an island that isn't Wa, and Indonesia is a series of islands.

In her Adventurer's Bible entry, she's described as having "no real knowledge or attachment to the East" because "she's second-generation." She also clarifies to Mickbell that she was "born here." From this character description and her dialogue, we get the sense that Rin doesn't really identify with being Asian.

As noted in this Rin masterpost, a large part of this is because she was denied her parents' cultural identity by the elves. They likely suppressed any cultural markers she had and denied her information about her heritage. Since she wasn't born in the Eastern Archipelago and her parents died when she was young, she understandably hasn't inherited a lot of cultural knowledge.

Rin seems to have internalized ethnic self-hatred. Her disconnect from the East and her unwillingness to remedy that disconnect suggests that she has shame surrounding her Asian identity.

Again, she doesn't have many opportunities to interact with people from her parents' homeland, and her trauma also impacts her behavior. Remembering her parents is probably painful, considering the horrible way they died, and since they're her main connection to her cultural heritage, it makes sense that she wouldn't broach the topic.

You could also argue that Rin identifies more with her Northern identity than her Eastern identity since she was born and raised in the North for the first eleven years of her life, and as a result, she doesn't feel the need to connect with her parents' culture. But considering her home was presumptively still steeped in her parents' culture and her main association with the North is probably her parents' murders, this seems unlikely.

It's important to note how different her experiences are from the story's other Asian characters', like Toshiro's, for example. Toshiro travels to the Island as an adult of his own volition (technically, his father's). He's completely culturally Eastern. In comparison, Rin's parents fled from the East. Her family had to assimilate into an unfamiliar Northern culture, and later, she was "raised" by western elves, who are coded as colonizers in text. She seems to have internalized the elves' suppression of her culture and the way assimilating to the North required them to discard parts of their heritage. Her lack of interest in her culture seems learned.

Her strong attachment to Kabru further complicates her relationship with her Asian identity. I see Kabru as Indian or Nepalese; his name derives from a mountain on the border between India and Nepal. On top of being the only person who treats her like a human being during her childhood, Kabru is the only other significant Asian person in her life. They share the trauma of their parents having been brutally murdered and being raised imperfectly (much more severely in her case) by elves. While in the elf's care, they're both othered as tallmen— this aspect is strongly emphasized in the text — and in the main story, they're othered as Asian people in its European-inspired setting. Their shared experiences as Asian refugees are the foundation of their close bond.

It's not a stretch to assume that Rin consequently views Kabru as her main connection to being Asian. While they're from very different parts of fantasy Asia, their experiences as Asian refugees still overlap significantly as seen above, and the way she clings to Kabru suggests she wants to connect more with her culture, but for the previously stated reasons, she doesn't prioritize it. Besides, she doesn't have good models for what embracing one's cultural identity as a refugee/immigrant looks like. Just like her, Kabru doesn't seem to have many cultural ties, similarly because of his upbringing with the elves.

Toshiro could completely topple Rin and Kabru's original dynamic. Rin doesn't seem to like Toshiro. Their personalities would probably clash at first, because just like him, she's prone to judgment, out of self-preservation, and she's quiet. One of their canonical interactions is being captured by the orcs together; they don't even speak to each other in this scene.

Kabru and Toshiro become friends by the story's conclusion. Deep down, Rin might feel threatened by this. She's been Kabru's closest Asian friend up until this point. Toshiro, as an Asian person who was born and raised in his culture, might seem like a "better Asian" and thus, Kabru's replacement for her. This would be the worst projection of her buried insecurity over her disconnect from being Asian and how it potentially separates her from other Asian people. Given her personality, I doubt she would express this beyond acting wary around Toshiro.

With time, Rin, Kabru, and Toshiro could resolve her fears and the deeper issues they point to by all becoming friends. Interacting with other Asian people would heal her. She appears unphased by Mickbell's microaggression, implying it isn't an uncommon occurrence; she seems to only hang out with Kabru and their party. Being around other people of color would lessen the amount of othering she experiences and grant her a break from defending her identity.

Beyond the potential for cultural exchange and bonding over being Asian in fantasy Europe, Rin and Toshiro are also very similar in character. They're both anxious, quiet, and caring. If they made a little effort, they'd relate to each other and get along well.

Ideally, Rin would also befriend Hien, Benichidori, and the other girls in Toshiro's party. Kabru and Toshiro have their own issues with their treatment of women, so without positive Asian female friendships, she'd have another issue on her hands. Still, Kabru could be the bridge to a friendship with Toshiro, and Toshiro could be the bridge to friendships with his retainers. And with mutual growth, they could all enjoy each other's friendships.

Rin herself points out the vast cultural differences and language barriers between different parts of the East. The Asian characters of DunMeshi might not always share culture, but because of the story's setting in fantasy Europe, many of them experience being nonwhite in a mostly white locale. A support system of other people of color could allow Rin the space to explore her identity and culture and begin healing from her childhood trauma.

[oddinary4bts]

Be With You | Masterpost

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆status: next update on July 11th, 2025.

☆pairings: Choi San x female!reader, Jeong Yunho x female!OC and other pairings as the fic advances

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, there is mature content in some chapters)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: I will be posting individual warnings for each chapter so look out for that!

☆word count: 185.2k for the total fic

☆add yourself to the taglist here

☆come join the discord server here

☆a/n: This took forever and ever to write but it's finally ready and I am so excited to share it with y'all. I hope you love this story as much as I loved writing in <3 and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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➳Teaser

➳Chapter one: when you start your semester project (12.9k)

Well then, call me boring, Choi San.

➳Chapter two: when an evening of studying turns into an impromptu date (11.4k)

Can't I just think you're pretty?

➳Chapter three: when you go on a double date to the movies (6.6k)

I don't know why I kissed you.

➳Chapter four: when you and him begin (15.7k)

Let me explain.

➳Chapter five: when you realize falling for him is inevitable (8.2k)

What happened with San last night?

➳Chapter six: when you spend a day together with him (14.1k)

You've got some plans for us, Choi San.

➳Chapter seven: when the past comes resurfacing (11k)

You really can't resist, huh?

➳Chapter eight: when he leaves (7.2k)

I've never seen him like this.

➳Chapter nine: when you break (7.2k)

Shit happens, right?

➳Chapter ten: when you try to understand (8.6k)

I'm going to meet with San.

➳Chapter eleven: when you explode (12.8k)

What did I do wrong?

➳Chapter twelve: when you talk (11.7k)

I don't think I can just forgive you like this.

➳Chapter thirteen: when you try to move on (10.1k)

I'm happy for you.

➳Chapter fourteen: when you start healing (13.1k)

I really care for you.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you inevitably collide (14k)

Fuck, just kiss me again.

➳Chapter sixteen: when you move on, together. (11.9k)

And you were smiling and laughing, and I thought I'd met the love of my life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when the rest of your life awaits you (8.6k)

For the rest of our lives, I will love you too.

☆☆☆☆☆

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2025. Do not copy, repost or translate.

[companion-showdown]

Who is your favourite companion?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

Propaganda

Sarah-Jane Smith

Sarah was a great companion who got on well with FOUR Doctors across Classic and New Who (Three, Four, Ten, and Eleven); she was a feisty feminist whose line about there being nothing 'only' about being a girl rang with truth in her delivery; she was capable of dealing with aliens and robots with either a gun or compassion as needed; she earned so much love from the fans that she got a shot at two spin-offs (K-9 and Company, which didn't go to series, and The Sarah Jane Adventures, which went three seasons and only ended with Lis Sladen's death) ; she was a role model for so many of my fellow Classic Who fans who watched her growing up; and then as an adult, she mentored her own young companion generation in The Sarah Jane Adventures. She was the Doctor's first "best friend" and set a high standard for so many companions who followed on after.

Jamie McCrimmon

He's the longest running companion (113 episodes!), the original companion with romantic tension with the Doctor, loyal as can be, on the same footing with the doctor despite being an 18th century highlander, he wears a kilt in space, and he was so devoted to the Doctor that he had to be forced away and have his memory erased, and the Doctor had to be grounded, for his run to end. Also really just watch a video of them they're so gay

What can I even say. It's Jamie Mccrimmon. He never would have chosen to leave the doctor, he's the doctor's most loyal companion. He's so Scottish and I love it! Always wears his kilt, gets excited when he hears bagpipe music and sees the Scottish Highlands on the Tardis screen, speaks Gàidhlig, what's not to love. (@gothicacetheatrekid )

Jamie is the longest running companion in all of Doctor Who. He is arguably the doctor’s first best friend and has been haunting the narrative ever since his departure in 1969 (even in 2024 “Boom” he is referenced!! The 10th doctor uses his name in s2e2, and the doctor-turned-master in s13 plays the skyeboat song, which only became a huge part of Doctor who because of Jamie, who was a Jacobite! Several classic doctors meet/reference Jamie in tv and extended universe media, and if you’re an I, TARDIS fan you’ll find Jamie’s entry is the only one where it’s explicitly referenced that Doctor - and the TARDIS! - loved him). He is a very complex character, who might be dismissed but is much more intelligent than he is given credit for. He’s brave and kind. He has a huge fan theory that gained enough traction to become canon through tv stories and audios - “s6b” - in which he works with the Doctor under time lord supervision. He came into the show at its most crucial watershed, the first regeneration, and impacted so much of what we consider core to doctor who today through his friendship with the second doctor. He’s a companion from the past who is quick to learn and adapt, and was the first companion who wanted to join the tardis AND never wanted to leave, until he was forcibly removed. Jamie was with the doctor for pretty much his whole second body, and Doctor who would not be what it is today without Jamie.

[summercourtship]

a heavy kind of madness. | silco x reader fanfiction masterpost

both of my wips right now have courier characters. what's up with that? (also both involve characters with the same voice actor.... hm.)

anyway! enjoy. i'm excited for this.

If your parents were insistent on marrying you off to the highest bidder, you would spend your last months of freedom living the life they had tried to shelter you from. Even though the thought of it left your stomach in knots and this could very well end with you dead in a ditch, you knew that once you were married any chance of adventure would be gone. This might be your only chance to do something. Even if that something involves working for a crime lord. or, after an accident at The Last Drop, you are put in Silco’s debt. Unable to pay, you strike up a deal with the crime lord- you’ll serve as his courier and deliver letters Topside until your debt is repaid. Despite everything you had been warned about while growing up in Piltover, you find yourself increasingly drawn to Silco and the danger he represents. With an arranged marriage and family expectations hanging over your head, you find freedom and temptation in your new double life and the man who runs it. But you can only lie for so long before it starts to catch up to you, and that includes the lies you tell yourself.

archive of our own | playlist

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Mpreg Fest 2024 : (fics only)

@harrydracompreg || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 19 works The Mods : @sassy-cissa & @timothysboxers + Banner © : @saijordison's Newborn

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1. Falling In Love and Other Adventures by @ladderofyears [T, 69k]

Scorpius Malfoy - eleven and a half, and recently started at Hogwarts - tells the reader the story of how he came to be.

2. The first heir (not specified) by @gnarf [M, 3k]

Their romance should have found an end the second Draco married Astoria...

3. Goodbye, Old You by @dryrsheet [E, 19k]

As an alpha, Harry Potter should not have been an assistant for the newly minted Diversity department, and he definitely should not have been working under Draco. Draco seemed to be the only person who thought Harry was suspicious, but he was used to taking care of things on his own, anyway. Luckily, Draco was not as alone as he thought, and his understanding of Harry's intentions turned out to not be the only misjudgement Draco made.

4. Home Is Him by @flightinflame [T, 2k]

Harry doesn't regret letting Draco escape, even though he's alone. The chances they can steal together and the life growing within him are more than he ever thought he would get.

5. A Little More Action, Please... by skotini [M, 10k]

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are in a loving but secret relationship. But after their anniversary trip is a little too magical, it won’t stay a secret for long. What’s a concerned father like Lucius Malfoy to do? An heir needs to be legitimate, of course! Even if… it’s a Potter.

6. On the Other Side by @maraudersaffair [E, 13k]

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything, especially since Draco was engaged to Astoria. Then Harry discovered he was pregnant.

7. See Me and Live by @dodgerkedavra [E, 37k]

Harry and Draco are roommates. They're coworkers. They're secret boyfriends. And now they're having a baby together!?

8. Something Changed by @jelliewrites [E, 50k]

Draco and Harry had both decided that hooking up was almost certainly a big mistake, but it's one they're not going to be able to forget in a hurry. Now they have to live with the consequences, which include some very unhappy teenagers, and plenty of opportunity for misunderstandings. [...]

9. Sweet Paradise (I Wouldn’t Leave Without You) by DelphilishPM [E, 32k]

During Eighth Year, Harry dreamt of someone on an alarmingly regular basis. The dreams were very romantic regardless of how impossible they were—starting with blurry footage of their handholding, cuddling, and snogging.

10. Wrapped Around Our Hearts by @sassy-cissa [T, 3k]

Harry has middle of the night baby duty with a very wide awake baby.

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[phantombegruvia]

SFTH MURDER MYSTERY - PART 4 [Ethel POV]

MASTERPOST

*CW for description of blood and gore.. and Ethel.

[WAYNE MANOR DRAWING ROOM - 17:09]

Brriiingg

The old woman who is probably fine with being called old steps forward - but Ethel takes swift, long strides across the large room, and picks up the phone in one quick swoop.

She was about to answer, but the person on the other end of the phone was somehow faster than she was.

“Hellllllooooo, Brucie!” The man's voice was enthusiastic, with some sort of accent.

She knew the voice. She had met him before, several times. She knew him. Knew him. Knew him. Knew him. Ethel was hungry. She was craving-

“Beetroots!” She shouted into the phone.

“Ah! A fan,” the man on the other phone said, “but not Brucie, can you put him on?”

“You owe me £10.”

The man fell silent for a moment, “who is this?”

“Who is this?” She repeated the man's words.

“Nu uh, I asked you first.”

“Did you?” She asked, because did he?

“Ooh,” the man began, “I don't like you.”

“You owe me £10,” Ethel could do with the money, she could do.. something with it. She turned around and found eleven other ‘people’ (they may not be, not everybody is a person). Where did they come from? They weren't always there, were they?

The old-ish man in glasses mouthed something about margaritas to her. She didn't think this was neither the time nor place because people are dying - or just sleeping. Probably just sleeping. Snoring away like-

“Can you get Bruce Wayne, please?” The man sounded annoyed and desperate, which is certainly not a good tone for him. He can't host with that sort of attitude can he?

“What do you need him for?”

The man coughed, “personal.. matters.”

“Ethel, What's going on?” the old woman called from the other side of the room.

“André Beetroot wants to have sex with Bruce Wayne,” Ethel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was.

“Wait,” the small man who was dressed for cold weather tilted his head ever so slightly, “André Beetroot?”

“Who's that?” Ethel asked.

The small cold man looked taken aback, for reasons she didn't understand, “but you just said-”

“He owes me £20.”

The man on the phone scoffed, “what? But you said £10! Why do I even owe you money? I don't even know who you are!”

“You said I couldn't sink the Titanic, we bet on it.”

“We- you did what?”

“Ate a squirrel.”

“No, no, not-” there was a sigh, “Wait I go on the Titanic? Did you just spoil that for me? I swear if you spoiled that for me-”

“You were, I was there, I saw you, I was there. You were there to host an ice carving competition.”

“An.. ice carving competition on the.. Titanic?”

“You owe me £30.”

“Okay, shut up. Put Bruce on the phone.”

“Can't.”

“Can't?”

“He's resting his eyes,” Ethel shrugged, the other eleven (when did they get there?) looked at her with pride. Definitely pride.

“Can you wake-”

“Nope.”

“Right, why not?”

“You owe me £40.”

The man made a grunt of annoyance, “listen, lady, I'm on a time crunch here and it would be really appreciated if-”

The lights went out, and the man stopped talking.

“Hello?” She called into the phone, “helllloooooo? I'm still listening, helloooooooo.”

“What's happening?” Another voice said, a woman's voice, “is everybody okay?”

“The man's stopped responding, he owed me £20,” Ethel pouted in the dark.

And, not a moment later, the lights came back on without warning. It didn't take Ethel long to notice that one of the old-timey women had laid herself down on one of the velvet sofas, the one without a back. Her white blanket-thing she wore as a dress had been stained red, the red coming from her chest where a broken wine glass had embedded itself - how clumsy.

Ethel tutted as she realised she had probably choked on the grapes in her mouth, what a waste. She walked over to the old-timey woman and plucked a grape from the stem and popped it in her mouth.

part 3 << part 4 >> part 5 MASTERPOST

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Cursed Warlords AU Masterpost

This Masterpost is out of date! Go to the new one to continue reading ⬇️

New Cursed Warlords Masterpost

Shadowpeach x Female Reader AU

Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque are mated warlords who rule Flower Fruit Mountain. They plunder and destroy anyone who stands in their way, and they don't care about the consequences. Until one day when suddenly, they lose their powers and get stuck in the form of cubs!

Having to find a way home to break the curse, they run into a monkey demoness who is trailing behind a mortal. Unfortunately, the demoness in question is a lone monkey demoness who doesn't know how to speak monkey. So they are stuck with the woman and the demoness as this strange woman travels.

This woman, who is clearly mortal held no fear towards them. Obviously, because they were mere cubs.

Cursed Warlords Art / Character Designs

Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque - Sketches

Cursed Warlords Asks

#One - Several

#Two - Reader's knowledge on Lmk

#Three - Language

#Four - Language

#Five - Magic Understanding

#Six - Crushes

#Seven - Reader's Abilities and Hobbies

#Eight - How Reader saved Spirit

#Nine - Bathing + extra scene

#Ten - If someone flirts with Reader

#Eleven - Reader's world

#Twelve- Shadowpeach Arc Notes

#Thirteen - Concerns on Artifacts

#Fourteen - More on the Artifacts Debate and ideas

#Fifteen - Spirit's backstory

#Sixteen - Overheard Crushes!!

#Seventeen - 🔞 NSFW Headcannons

#Eighteen - Singing

#Nineteen - Macaque’s Ears

#Twenty - Are the cubs!?

#Twenty-one - Jttw Arcs Idea

#Twenty-Two - Mk

#Twenty-Three - Before and After the artifacts

#Twenty-Four - Reader's Name in the Book of The Dead

#Twenty-Five - Su, Chu Lin and Spirit's dad.

#Twenty-Six - Reader gets mad

#Twenty-Seven - Immortality

#Twenty-Eight - Lmk World bits and pieces

#Twenty-Nine - Time loops

#Thirty - Post courtnapped grooming

#Thirty-One - Monkey's Heights

#Thirty-Two - Big Spoon Cuddles

#Thirty-Three - Annoying Sister In Law

#Thirty-Four - Crumb Block (Didn't know what to call it)

#Thirty-Five - Wukong and Macaque Zoo

Cursed Arc

Meeting The Mortal

Peaches and Plums

Passing Out - End Credits of Chapter

Boat Ride

The Village

The Forest

Burns

Unofficial Chapters

Anger

Reader and Mk Talk