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imaginedreamwrite · a day ago
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Everything Has Changed: Part 13
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
“Baby please-“
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
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barnesdogtags · 9 days ago
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everything has changed | part five
Summary: Your friendship with Steve started when you joined SHIELD to find the Winter Soldier. When Bucky came back to his real self, he hated your friendship. He thinks you’re trying to take his spot as Steve’s best friend and hates you for it. Steve’s made several attempts to make you and Bucky get along but has failed each time. It’s simple, you two hate each other.
…Or so you thought.
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART SIX | [MASTERLIST]
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
characters: bucky barnes, steve rogers
tags: enemies to lovers, angry love confessions, slight hurt/comfort, angst, long hair bucky, metal arm bucky, best friend steve, not canon other than bucky was the winter soldier and steve is captain america
note: update is still in progress, so keep checking back for more chapters! also on wattpad and AO3 if you prefer to read it there. AO3 & wattpad are both barnesdogtags
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You called Sam the next morning, "Sam, I need a favor." "Sure, what's up?" After explaining what happened the night before, you told him your plan. "So you want us to go on a date? To make Bucky jealous?" You groaned, "No, I want Steve to see that he's wrong." "But we went on a date months ago and they both know it didn't work out. Won't that look suspicious?" He had a point, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
"I'll make something up, it's fine. What do you say?" "Fine, but you owe me." You thanked him and made plans for him to pick you up at 7:00. Normally you spend Saturdays with Steve, but you were worried about ruining the plan. Instead you'd wait until around 6:30 and go over to tell him about your date. Hopefully Bucky would be there so he would see you're capable of getting a date, even though it's fake. He doesn't need to know.
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Right at 6:30, you used the key Steve gave you and walked into his apartment. He and Bucky were sitting on the couch talking, but Bucky stopped when he saw you. He couldn't help the "whoa" that came out of his mouth which made you blush. "Why are you all dressed up?" Steve asked. "I've got a date," you said it like it was no big deal. "With who?" Bucky asked. He hadn't stopped staring since you walked in.
"Sam. We decided to give it another try." Steve looked skeptical. "Really? Why now?" You shrugged, "We both agreed the first one felt forced which is why we were both so awkward. Are we done with the interrogation?" It was hard to tell if he was buying it, but he didn't ask anymore questions. "Funny how you suddenly have a date right after me. And how you didn't mention it until right now," Bucky said.
"Funny how you've been staring at me since I walked in," you argued. Steve laughed but stopped when Bucky glared at him. "What, you don't think it's weird Steve?" Bucky asked him. "A little, probably just a coincidence though." He rolled his eyes, he knew it was more than that. He just needed proof. "We didn't finalize the plans until this morning. So yeah, just a weird coincidence." You were praying they bought it, but you could tell from Bucky's face he wasn't.
Thankfully he didn't say anything. "Well, he's picking me up at 7:00 so I better head back. I'll come over after, I'm sure you'll want a full report to know I'm not lying." You and Sam would have to make sure your stories were similar in case they asked him about it. "Have fun," Steve said. Bucky just stared as you walked back to your place.
Sam arrived right at 7:00 looking very handsome. "You look nice," he smiled. "Thanks, you do too." You followed him outside to your car. "Did they buy it?" "I don't think Bucky did, Steve was a little skeptical but it won't be hard to convince him. We both need similar stories in case they ask you about tonight."
As you got into his car, he stopped and looked at you. "Is this really worth it? Just to prove a point?" You were embarrassed that he was right, but you couldn't go back now. "I just get tired of Steve's accusations about me and Bucky." "You're going to hate me, but maybe he's right. Who goes on a fake date to prove a point? To me it sounds like you're trying to make someone jealous."
You groaned, "Not you too." What was everyone seeing that you weren't? "I'm just saying." You were grateful when he pulled up to the restaurant. Once you were seated, you said, "Let's say hypothetically Bucky and I like each other. How do you explain all the mean things we say to each other and the sarcastic comments? And why would he go on a date with someone else, and make an effort to rub it in my face? Again, just a hypothetical."
"Right, hypothetically," he laughed, "Neither of you mean the shitty things you've said. You're both too stubborn to admit there's something going on, and you don't want to give the other the satisfaction of saying it. As for the date, it was obviously to make you jealous. Although you claim you aren't doing the same thing, you are. Once you both get over yourselves and talk about everything, things will be so much easier. You know, hypothetically."
That same sinking feeling from last night came back. Were they right? Deep down you knew you didn't mean any of things you said to Bucky, it's just become so natural for the two of you to bicker. "I'm guessing it's not really a hypothetical," Sam said. "I don't think it is," you sighed, "What if he really hates me though?" He shook his head, "I swear you two are clueless. Just talk to him about it and you'll see what Steve and I are talking about."
How would you even bring it up? Bucky would probably think you're being sarcastic, or just messing with him. If you were right about him really hating you, then it would just be embarrassing to say anything. He would never let you live it down. You were nervous about seeing him later, worried you'll say something that would make everything worse.
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You had a nice night with Sam. He didn't mention Bucky the rest of the night which you were grateful for. He insisted on paying even though it wasn't a real date. When he dropped you off, he could see how nervous you were. "Hey, it'll be alright. I promise it'll go better than you're expecting." He said it with such certainty it was hard not to believe him. "Thank you, and thanks for tonight. I'll let you know what happens."
A small part of you contemplated just going home, but you'd have to face Bucky eventually. When you walked into Steve's apartment, they were in the middle of playing some card game and having drinks. It always made you laugh when they drank since they can't even get drunk. "Hey, how'd it go?" Steve asked. "Better than the first." You knew he was expecting more, but you were so nervous it was hard to speak.
"C'mon, two of my good friends go out and that's all I get?" Steve teased. "I mean, it was just your typical date. Sam's a great guy, he paid and everything. We had some nice conversations," your eyes glanced to Bucky, "We even kissed." His jaw tightened. "Good for you," his tone was sarcastic, and you swore he sounded jealous. At least you hoped he was. "Is he taking you out again?" Steve asked. "Yeah, I'm excited."
Bucky chugged the rest of his drink and then slammed the bottle down hard enough to make you and Steve jump. Your plan seemed to be working. "Are you taking the waitress out again?" You asked him. "Why do you care?" Now was your chance to say something, to tell him the truth. But you couldn't. "Just curious." "Well, I'm not. She stopped answering my texts." As selfish as it was, you were relieved. Bucky couldn't know that though.
"She's a smart girl," you said. It was a cover, just like Steve and Sam said. Bucky chuckled, "Right, cause how could anyone actually like me?" His reaction made you immediately regret saying anything. "I didn't mean –" "I know how you meant it. I gotta go," he cut you off and stormed out of the apartment. You wanted to go after him and explain everything, but you didn't think he would even listen right now.
Steve looked at you, and by the look on his face you knew he had put it all together. "You weren't really on a date, were you?" You shook your head, "Sam and I did hang out, just not on a date. I wanted to prove to you there's nothing between Bucky and I, but..." you didn't finish, but he understood. "You need to talk to him." "It's not that easy," you sighed. "Not everything is." He was right. You made a promise to yourself to tell Bucky the next time you saw him.
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imaginedreamwrite · a month ago
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Everything Has Changed: Part 1
“Its been a long time.” It was a fact that was blatant. It had been just over 5 years since you had been able to spend any relative amount of time with your brother after he had been caught in the Snap.
He was a victim to the act of Thanos, the Snap that eliminated half the lives in the world, in every galaxy and universe. The Snap had taken many different people from many different families and yours was not an exception.
5 years prior, Peter had followed Tony Stark into space as an attempt to stop the alien creature from gathering all of the infinity stones and preventing the murder of half of every soul in every universe. He had left a kid in his last year of high school, with every prospect and possibility in front of him.
He left a hero, Spider-Man the crime fighting kid from Queens who just wanted to keep his neighbour hood safe. He left for space to help the avengers stop the grand plan of a maniac, though he hadn’t returned.
Peter left for space, and it was in space that he had died. He never came back, and after Thanos had gotten every stone he wanted, he snapped his fingers.
It took a moment and your entire life was gone, everyone you loved and knew was gone and you were left alone in the world, grappling for the family that was ripped from you.
“The fries are still the same.” You state the simple fact, sliding into the booth across from Peter. A menu with a checkerboard background was set down in front of you and your older younger brother, the waitress a familiar face that you had seen a great number of times in the past 5 years.
“Good to see you back, Pete!” She greet your brother with radiating kindness. “Your sister’s been coming here every week at the same time.”
“Ordering the same thing.” You added, grinning at your brother.
“Every week?” Peter questioned, his deep brown eyes sweeping from the menu to yourself. His hair was cut recently, shorter than you’d seen it in the past but you liked it.
“It’s a tradition. Even if you weren’t here, I couldn’t let it pass.” You added to your first statement, studying the menu even if you didn’t have to. At this point, you had memorized it by heart. It was the place your parents took you and Peter when you were younger, and it was the place you both went to feel that spark of recognition and remembrance.
“Every week at the same time.” Your waitress dug her notebook out of the front pocket of her apron, tapping her pen against the top right corner. “I’ll have your usual out. Nice to see you again, Pete.”
After she had left to put your order in, still leaving the menu on the table as usual, the two of you were left alone again to speak.
In five years of you being without May and Peter, you had graduated at the top of your class, applied and successfully managed to gain acceptance to Columbia university where you dive head first into an exclusive and competitive biology program that specialized in genome selection and omega/alpha genetics. The course was specifically focusing on the moment that an omega and alpha came to see each other as true mates. Your program was designated to isolating and understanding the specific portions of DNA that created the specific scents that drove alpha’s and omega’s crazy.
“5 years.” Peter leaned back against the red cushioned bench seat, his fingers drumming against the white table top. “You completed your degree.”
You nod your head and tucked your left hand under your chin, your left elbow resting on the table. You tilt your head slightly to the right, studying Peter as he sat across from you.
He had just come from his school, running here immediately after to meet you before starting his internship under Tony. He had agreed to meet you before heading to Stark Tower as a way to adjust to the changes you had gone through as well as the changes he was forced to go through.
“You’re unmated.” Peter noted, his brown eyes briefly glancing at your neck for a sign of a mating mark.
“Haven’t found the right alpha yet.” You spoke with a laugh, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Besides, I’m only 22. I’m young. There’s time.”
“So you’re working?” Peter asked while glancing at the phone he pulled out of his pocket, his attention focused on the time.
Before you could answer, your waitress came back and set down the plates of food along with an extra thick chocolate shake for Peter. It was and always had been his favourite, even when you were both kids coming to this very diner with your parents.
“I’m hoping to get a brief internship with Dr. Banner at Stark tower.” You stretched your hand out and grabbed a perfectly crispy crinkle cut fry that was on your plate. You blew on the end to cool it before you took a small bite, revelling at the salt and the potato mix that was heaven in your mouth.
“Yeah?” Peter asked eagerly. “Dr. Banner is brilliant.”
There was a matter of great respect, that Peter held toward Dr. Banner. Even before the Snap, and before Peter had become part of the avengers, he had held Dr. Banner in high regard.
Both he and Tony Stark were high on Peter’s influential people list, with your dad at the top. Your dad was a brilliant man with big dreams and expectations of what the world could be. When he and your mom were brutally murdered, taken from the world and your lives, it had devastated you both. It was the end of the innocence you held revolving around the world as a happy place where everything worked out in the end.
“I’m really hoping I get in.” You continued to nibble at your fries, watching Peter fidget in his seat, his eyes flicking back and forth to the time on his phone. “Go, Petey. Or you’ll be late.”
Your approval of him leaving early had brought him relief. He had flown out of his seat, grabbing his backpack and his phone from the table and the seat.
“I’ll see you later?” He tried to leave, but not before you gave him a hug.
“We’ll have dinner soon. Just the three of us.” You shuffled out of the bench seat and hugged Peter tightly to your body. You squeezed the life out of him, unable and unwilling to let go.
“I really missed you, Peter. I’m glad you’re back.” You finally released him to watch him fly out the front door with his backpack dangling behind him, only held up by one arm as he scrambled to answer his ringing phone.
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He was late. He should’ve been in the lab 10 minutes ago and while Tony knew his reputation, this was not painting him in a good light. He strived to be on time, that was the minute goal he made after coming back in the blip, to be early or on time.
“Elevator.” Peter ran into lobby, his shoes skidding and squeaking on the marble floors as he came skidding to a stop at an open elevator that was not nearly full. “I’m so late.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to fix the style. It had been a long day, an even longer day of habitually and anxiously running his fingers through his hair at the first sight of MJ. The style he planned on for his hair was not holding up, not after school and the diner and running through the streets to make it on time.
“Excuse me!” Peter pushed through the people standing in the elevator when it arrived at his floor. “Sorry! Sorry!”
He attempted to apologize profusely while booking it out of the elevator. He was late and the apologies extended to the people behind him would not be the last he’d have to dole out.
Peter turned the corner to head toward Tony’s lab, when he slammed into a shoulder that sent him flying and stumbling back toward the thin, grey carpet. As his back made contact with the floor, two faces appeared above him.
“You okay, kid?” Steve Rogers asked Peter, extending his hand for him to take, yanking him up to stand.
“Cap-captain.” Peter brushed himself off, addressing them both with a mild stutter. “Mr. B-Barnes.”
“Why are you in such-“ Steve had started to ask Peter a question, only to backpedal and cut himself off almost immediately.
He had inhaled sharply, his normally light blue eyes starting to grow darker as the scent that was all over Peter, had sent a shockwave straight through Steve.
The scent was light and airy, it was enthralling. It had struck him with such force and power, it almost sent him careening toward a rut even if it was a week before it was supposed to arrive.
“Where’s the omega?” Bucky asked, pressing Peter for an answer. His reaction to the scent was equal to Steve’s in the way that it had sent Bucky into a tailspin.
“Omega?” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he started to inch away from the two super soldier alpha’s. “I-I never ran into an omega…”
Bucky stepped forward, his jaw clenching and his hands flexing as the scent of the omega settled. The scent was fresh, as if it had been within the hour that he had met this omega, though neither one would be sure.
“Where is the omega?!” Bucky pressed him further, his desperation and aggravation growing. The scent from the omega, the scent that had invaded every one of their senses, belonged to an omega that had spoken directly to their souls.
They had picked up on the perfection of such an omega through the scent alone, and that was enough.
“Bucky,” Steve squeezed his shoulder and came to stand beside him, “you’re scaring the kid.”
Peter’s eyes were wide, his mouth dropped in a shocked ‘o’. He had turned the corner so fast he hadn’t even seen the two super soldier’s, and between crashing into them and now, he hadn’t even thought about your scent having an effect on them.
Why would he have thought about it? You were his sister and he was a beta, there was absolutely no effect he could feel from your scent. Yet he hadn’t even thought about the reaction your scent could bring out in others.
Including two super soldiers who were cornering him now.
“I just want to know-“ Bucky start, his eyes growing darker with each syllable.
“Where’s the omega, kid?” Steve asked, keeping calmer than Bucky had though he was also feeling the wary shattering effects of an omega’s scent that happened to speak to them both.
“I’m just trying to-“ Peter looked around for an escape route, finding one when Tony had come looking for him. “Mr. Stark is waiting for me.”
He dipped away from them and dashed toward Tony, squirming as they followed him with their eyes, the lingering questions they kept asking not doling out well for you.
They had no idea that the scent that nearly caused them to go into an early rut belonged to his sister. They had no idea that the omega they were so desperate to find, was a Parker.
Peter was determined to keep it that way.
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thewhizzyhead · a month ago
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so um yea if you guys thought that tag ramble about having an eva-ish lead in a musical called "Grade 11" was long, then guys i am so sorry cause that is like the least of your problems cause i have even more concept rambles about my many other ideas prepared. oh God.
#LET'S LIST THEM ALL SHALL WE#Misfits - musical i started writing when i was 13 so yea a lot of things changed#current version is about a musical about musical narrators presenting a musical about placing three 'troubled teens' in 1ce bethlehem#to make them become 'fixed' by faith and all yadda yadda AND HOW VERY WRONG IT IS#(it's a jab on most of the musicals my sunday school has presented and it's also a jab to myself when i first wrote this)#(i personally call it Fourth-Wall Breaking: The Musical)#it was gonna be a legit production at my church (i was supposed to work with a professional music team and everything) but i stopped#cause burnout and pettiness (i have some admittedly one sided beef with some church stuffs) and because i didnt like the initial concept#but i will write it someday#Kasaysayan - thought of this when i was 14. kinda wanted a musical about the entirety of ph history#while also exploring different kinds of music and dances in the philippines throughout history#and yea That Will Never Ever Work#could be good as a one time or limited prod but probably never as an actual prod cause yea way too much work#could be good as a concept album tho#also kasaysayan means history#next one#Noli/Fili - musical adaptation of noli me tangere and el filibusterismo (national novels here) but make it have noli in act 1 and el fili in#act 2#and have the el fili protagonist narrate act 1 through his own eyes and have noli protag do the same to act 2#and have it foreshadow A LOT of the plot twists in the novel series#I genuinely want this to work someday#oh yea it's ph rock-rap based#oki next#next is Patron - a kinda modern version of the character dynamics in noli me tangere and el filibusterismo#also i made it gay#it's about journalism and activism and revolution#has a lot of elements from dw spring awakening#main protag named Cris Ibarra can be played by any gender (altho i really want it to be a nonbinary exclusive role)#I GENUINELY WANT THIS TO WORK FJJSD IF I CANT PURSUE MT THEN GOD PLEASE LET ME WRITE THIS ALBEIT VERY AMATEURISHLY INSTEAD#anyways there are A LOT more but those are the first three musicals i've come up with so if u wanna know more hit me up with an ask jfjxjs
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scorpionatori · 3 months ago
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honestly, probably one of the reasons I like natori as a character so much is because I feel like a lot of times when shows will introduce a character who’s a potential friend/ally/mentor who suffered in very similar ways as the protagonist, but it’s revealed that they responded to their trauma in darker/unhealthier/more damaging ways than the protag, said character is often villainized and even discarded after their appearance and used as just like, a cautionary tale or to provide disillusionment to the protag or whatever, and I’m glad natsume yuujinchou... didn’t do that with him:/
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hexfrogs · 3 months ago
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hmm actually. web rosie.
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boyslovebibimbap · a year ago
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READY !!!!!!!!
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2gether was a sweet innocent funny lil show ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)
til this very point...
...my brain is not able to process this change ( ☉д⊙)
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magicofthepen · a year ago
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“Goodbye, Romana. Good luck.”
— Narvin, Gallifrey 3.4: Unity
The use of names — Romana’s name in particular — has always been an important layer to Narvin and Romana’s relationship. In the beginning, she was always Madam President, The President, etc. to him. Her title was the only reason for his loyalty to her. He doesn’t call her Romana to her face until Imperiatrix — two seasons in, at the pivotal moment when he first chooses to stand fully on her side.
And ever since that moment, part of their relationship development is the erosion of titles — her title, specifically. Every time I relisten, I love hearing those moments when he starts to see her as Romana, the whole person behind the presidential title, and to care about Romana, not just the President of Gallifrey.
So given all of this history, there’s something poetic and beautiful about Narvin, at the end, seeing Romana fully for who she is. She is hiding behind another identity to Leela, she doesn’t even use her own name when she talks to the Daleks. She admits she doesn’t want to be herself anymore. So it means something, after everything they’ve been through, that the last thing Narvin ever does for her is call her Romana.
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blorgon-schmorgon · a year ago
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Recreation of my previous photoset, using the remastered footage of season 1
Buffy season one imagery series: high school is hell
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har-rison-s · 2 hours ago
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“your good will” series masterlist
request: A story where the reader is Joyce’s daughter and is dating Steve,  somehow include hopper? Go wild, angst, fluff, sad, happy! I’m excited!  Please and thank you!
plot: Maggie Byers, the middle child of Joyce and Lonnie Byers, and Steve Harrington have been dating since the beginning of ‘85. It is now the summer of that same year, and though it may seem depressing and uneventful for the two lovers, the summer is going well and serves as a breath of fresh air after the events of fall '84 and '83. Yet, evil is still lurking around Hawkins, unbeknownst to Steve and Maggie and everyone else. Can one summer really change everything?
warnings: each chapter has its own warnings, and they’re all showed :)
a/n: i decided to make a separate masterlist for this series. mostly because there's more to come ! so i hope you enjoy reading and stay tuned for more :) this has got to be one of my favourite series of all my works, if not the favourite one. ahh, i just love writing maggie and steve. happy reading !! <3
indicators:
💥 - angst
🌙 - smut
🌺 - fluff
✨ - personal favourite
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• One: First Sentence 🌺
• Two: Outage
• Three: Discourse 🌺
• Four: Break From All Things Stressful 🌺
• Five: Serebro
• Six: Puzzles🌺
• Seven: Can’t Fight This Feeling🌺🌙
• Eight: Sentiments🌺💥✨
• Nine: The Unexpected💥
• Ten: Code Red💥
• Eleven: Preparations
• Twelve: Sauna Test💥
• Thirteen: Wounds💥✨
• Fourteen: Doctor Appointment💥
• Fifteen: The Fourth 💥🌺
• Sixteen: Recharge 💥
• Seventeen: Tribulations 💥✨
• Eighteen: Encircled 💥
• Nineteen: Battle Of Starcourt  💥
• Twenty: Aftermath💥🌺
Permanent tag-list: @hallecarey1  @gabiatthedisco @v0idbella  @works-of-fanfiction @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen​ @ur-gunna-h8-ths​ @betweenloveandfire​ @but-legendsneverdie​  @deardeacy​ @thewinchesterchronicles​ @mavieesttriste16​ @intrrverted​ @the-freak-cassie-131​ @beverlyparkerr​ @gasbomb69​ @rottenstyx​  ​
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clairedreems · 5 hours ago
I like your Georgebur Dark Materials au! If you have Hc's or something like that, I'd like to hear it! <3
awww you saw the georgebur + fundy fam hhhhh
ok disclaimer first, i only know the bare minimum in the series im sorry
cw: deadname
the world of the au isn't the same as lyra's world!
this world is closer to the canon world of dsmp
except they have daemons i wonder what the others' daemons are
like was said in the drabble, gogy's daemon, anisha, is a koala! hhhh idk i just really liked the image of something clinging to gogy all the time
anisha's got a sharp tongue. like a very sharp tongue. alot of the time, she speaks for gogy. and she's very very frank. no sparing of feelings.
i was debating whether or not i should give wil an avian daemon, but little meow meow and everything xD so now he has a lovely black jaguar called chantal
chantal, despite her scary appearance, is v v soft. she loves cuddling with wil, and she loves cuddling with gogy, and she'll cuddle anisha even when the other protests.
she lets wil do the talking most of the time, bc wil is good at talking. but when he gets a bit roundabout in speaking and takes forever she'll interrupt to speak
aka chantal rarely speaks but when she does it's when it matters
chantal was the one who confessed for wil - a thing that anisha ridicules him about to this day
george just found it adorable
their child, floris, is a boy (they don't know it yet, he's still a baby), but damn did his daemon do
floris is sally's - a witch (queen of the lake) - child. now i don't know why she'll want to separate from her baby, but she did, and she gave her baby to georgebur!
so ofc that meant. chantal and anisha got dibs on the naming of floris' daemon - titania
floris (wil named him) and titania
if you've noticed gogy didn't get to name that's cos he gets the honours when their child decides to change his name
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thecrashdown · 5 hours ago
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{ Most Active List: }
This list is exactly what it sounds like. These are the MUSES && VERSES I CURRENTLY have MUSE for. At any given time it could be shorter or longer. Right now I’m focused on very specific muses in very specific worlds. Please feel free to ask for more info about any world or person on this list. These are likely the only MUSES I’ll be writing right now.
                                               VERSES:
                                Everything’s Magick
                                 Angels & Airwaves
                                     Of Gods & Wars
This verse jumps through time in that most of the main characters are immortal, be they deities themselves or other forms of fae. It will typically be written in the present day. It is as implied, based around the different pantheons throughout the world. Beyond the Greek and Roman most are familiar with, though many of those are cast. These are their stories outside of commonly known mythology. For the sake of cutting down on the less tasteful aspects of recognized mythology, there have been certain changes made– such as who parented who and the relationships shared. I tried to keep it as accurate to the history while putting my own spin on it as this is a fandomless original verse.
A warning that because deities are not of this earth, there will be POC portraying deities who are normally totally whitewashed. This is because being not of this earth, deities don’t have the same kind of ethnicities that we as humans have. This is my portrayal. If it bothers you, I apologize– I wanted to cast more diverse pantheons. For example: Trey is the god Eros of the Hellenic pantheon. His faceclaim is not Greek. It is commonly accepted even among RPHs that because a deity is not human they do not necessary look like the humans who worship them. Again, I’m over whitewashing.
                                     Beauty & the Beast
This verse jumps through time; not in a time traveling sense, but rather that the fae in this verse live endlessly unless killed. So as they have an extensive lifespan, it will typically take place in present day with flashbacks from several decades to even centuries beforehand. It typically takes place in present time in the United States. However, these fae are from all over the world and therefore there a mentions of other countries around the globe. The concept was originally created by the insanely talented @filedundercranberry. It’s based on lore from several places with her own take on things. It is completely original and not in any way fandom based. My writing of the verse is from my muses’ && my perspective as someone who has written && plotted extensively in the verse with her. The verse title has nothing to do with the faerie tale of the princess who comes to live with the cursed prince. It’s a play on the fact that V’s muses typically are cryptids, or “ugly, monstrous” fae with mine the being the ethereal beautiful kind. MORE VERSE INFORMATION TO COME.
                                       Heroes & Thieves
This verse is contemporary and takes place in the United States in present day. It is a world that focuses on the elements of crime && justice. There are four categories that people fall under– some of which intersect. Criminal: which range everything from serial killers to thieves. Justice: which range from cops to lawyers. Vigilante: who span both justice and crime. && Civilian: every day folk who take no part in these factions. It is completely original and not based from any fandom. MORE VERSE INFORMATION TO COME.
                                  The Tomorrow People
                    Post Series Part One | Part Two | Part Three
NOTE: I typically write this verse in the post series these days as my plots with the partners I write with in this verse advance. I will write during series as well but there are certain canon divergence things about it because I’ve expanded the world to a nationwide and eventually global scale. For more info about the verse, you can read through this tag: CLICK ME. The biographies have more information about the world in general in them. NOTE: These are currently links to my Archive as I’ve yet to move the information over. There have been some slight changes.
                                         Supernatural
Note: This canon verse is heavily canon divergent. My typical setting takes place pretty much alternate universe to post season five with several differences. The auto salvage is still standing, Bobby isn’t in a wheel chair and he’s definitely alive and well. Sam was never soulless, he just came back from the cage completely broken. Dean is not in love with Castiel or bisexual for that matter. There are some differences in the lore that I choose to operate under that is not like the canon show. Demons are the dicks, angels are actually good. Certain creatures like werewolves are different in that they’re more like wolf shifters and less mindless blood thirsty killers. And basically season 6 on is just non-existent. I’m way more familiar with the original five seasons and I feel like it just became fanservice nonsense after season five ended.  
My muses are all part of a large network of hunters, witches, psychics, angel vessels, etc. They go on hunts all the time and there are even some that lead pretty traditional lives, keeping one leg in the hunting world and one leg in the “normal” world. Between Bobby’s and the bar V’s there’s kind of a hub in that area of the country that the network is known to frequent. There’s a very pack-like mentality where everyone knows everyone and they all look out for each other.
Click on the verse titles for information about the first two original verses. I’m still working on a more detailed post for the second two original verses && Supernatural.
                                              MUSES:
                                         Ryan Hale[C]                                      Billie Blackwood[C]                                      Romeo Ramirez[C]                                        Mathias Reyes[C]                                         Casey Corvis[C]                                          Khyree King[C]                                       Josiah Owens[C]  
Click on the character’s name to be taken to their main biography. They are listed in order of who I have the most muse for to the lesser muse for. Warning: If there is a [C] next to their name they are CLOSED to romantic shipping.
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ladyrock18 · 5 hours ago
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BOOK REVIEW TIME!!!!
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Long ago Miren O'Malley's family prospered due to a deal struck with the mer: safety for their ships in return for a child of each generation. But for many years the family have been unable to keep their side of the bargain and have fallen into decline. Miren's grandmother is determined to restore their glory, even at the price of Miren's freedom.A spellbinding tale of dark family secrets, magic and witches, and creatures of myth and the sea; of strong women and the men who seek to control them.
Well this was a rollercoaster from start to finish. I went in expecting a simple gothic fantasy about a young woman, heiress to a crumbling mansion surrounded by spooky sea creatures. What I got instead was an odyssey full of continuous twists and turns. The story kept unfolding and becoming a journey in and of itself. I can’t say more without spoiling it, but it definitely takes you on a trip.
I wasn’t sure that I liked Miren as a character. She has had a difficult life to an extent but her constant complaining was getting irritating. She claims to have an education about the setting of this world and it’s magic, so I would’ve rather heard her talk about that instead. How ever as the story progresses you see her start to take charge and grow into herself. She’s constantly put into situations where she has to rely on her own strength and cleverness to save herself. This is a character driven story, but her journey just keeps unwinding and continuing that in itself it becomes its own unreliable narrator.
This novel can sort of call itself a fantasy, but really it’s a straight up horror novel. Now this is what a good gothic story should be. It doesn’t rely too heavily on tropes but still creates the right atmosphere. I love gothic stories with seaside settings, and this one especially has the right mix of lore and ambience. The descriptions of the manor house and the area around it really bring it all together. As the settings change that dark ominous quality changes to, but it’s still there. I can just imagine spooky houses and stormy skies over everything.
The mermaid lore is my favorite part of the novel. It borrows merfolk lore from all over the world. As a nerd for all things mermaid, I was able to recognize a lot of the mythology and it was used in a way that really added to the spookiness. Selkies, rusalka, mermaids, all of it. Trigger warning however, there is a lot of ghost lore in it as well. This is where the horror aspects really come in. I my self wasn’t expecting so much horror, but I’m not put off by it.
However my one complaint is that I would’ve liked more insight into the world this story takes place in. Magic and how it’s perceived and used are touched upon, but very briefly. I would’ve liked a bit more exposition on how the world worked.
This is a really great example of both a gothic novel and a dark fantasy. I recommend it for fans of The Infernal Devices or other series that combine a bit of horror with a fantasy of manors. And if you like merfolk stories, you might like this one too. All in all, it’s an engaging story with lots of twists that maybe has the potential for a sequel? Or a spin-off? Could be anything it’s band new!
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yasmijn · 6 hours ago
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Day 27 – What passage or quote of the Quran makes you grateful?
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QS Al-Baqarah 2:216
Whenever I am disappointed because I was not able to receive the things that I wanted, or when I have to let go of the things that I still want to own, I recall this passage. I know that what I want might differ from what I need, and oftentimes I have a very difficult time distinguishing between the two. It is not easy to accept and to internalize, because I often thought (after a series of rejections and failures): If You’re going to fail me on the things that I want, why can’t You just tell me what to do and which path to take?
Because changing one’s plan because of a dead-end is not the easiest thing to do. It hurts my ego - realizing that my plan is not good enough, or that I am not good enough for my plan. When I fail, there are two possible explanations: (1) I am not ready for it, and when I’ve pour all my heart and soul and effort into it but I still fail: (2) It’s not meant to be. It hit me the most when I failed LPDP the second time. I did everything I could. I made great essays. Studied the program and the country. Practised interviews with a lot of people and improved greatly. But during the interview, the interviewers asked irrelevant questions (they also asked for my IG account and opened it on the spot on top of other weird questions).
There was only one acceptable answer: It was not meant for me. 
So whenever something does not go as planned (even after so much effort), I will just accept it and I believe that He has prepare better things for me.
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Don't read below unless you really want spoilers for the next couple of volumes of Phantom Tales of the Night. Granted, I don't read Japanese, so the autotranslate of the reviews and scenes in the previews could have been misinterpreted, but if I'm seeing it correctly, there is at least one mind-blowing revelation that has the possibility to change everything.
So after I found the Japanese publisher's site and the autotranslation of the reviews left me seriously concerned for Butterfly, I needed to see more in the hopes that I was wrong
Jury is still out on that one. However, one or more of the reviews and the few pages of preview that I saw for one of the next few volumes suggests that Rei's father might still be alive! Certainly we get to see him. The reviews mention Saejima's father, and there are panels of Sasaki talking to a man with the same snake markings as Rei. It looks like they're at the inn.
Now, the reviews also mention Sasaki's hidden past. I think one asked whether Owner or Spider created Sasaki (the autotranslate is too vague to determine which it's talking about). Presumably they mean was responsible for him being a skeleton in the first place. Given that, it's perfectly possible that the meeting between Rei's dad and Sasaki happened in tge past. In which case, why doesn't Sasaki remember the inn in chapter 1? We know so little about who Sasaki was before he died and how long he's been dead. He doesn't really seem to know either, so I don't think it's at all unlikely that he's been to the inn before and doesn't remember. Nevertheless, the other possibility is even more thought-provoking: If the meeting happens in present day, is Rei's father alive?
Since there are yokai, ghosts probably exist too. So Rei's father could be a ghost...yet we haven't seen real hauntings in this series yet. There is a slight hole in Owner's assertion that everything he fed Rei was his father. Rei was coming to the inn for over a decade. Even if frozen, the meat would probably go bad by then. And also I'm not sure the ratio of human to dish, but it seems like Owner would have run out? IDK. Hannibal Lecter would know. Neither of these is an insurmountable barrier, especially when you consider it's a work of fiction. Yet we've also never seen Owner physically kill someone. I think he would, especially if they were attacking him, but we still haven't seen him do it.
Owner mentioned that he's been helping the Saejima family create new Slayers for ages as a deal. I was skeptical of the idea that this was 100% truthful because Owner doesn't understand humans as well as he thinks he does and because he strikes me as the type of person to "tell the truth, but tell it slant." Yet...what if he does help them? In that case has Saejima's father just been hiding out all these years? Did he ask Owner to turn his son into a Slayer, and does he know the methods Owner employed? Before the revelation (possibly lie) that Owner fed Rei his father, Owner was a parental figure to Rei. Was he like that to Rei's father? If the methods Owner uses are different for different generations, maybe Rei's dad assumed Owner would use kinder methods. Or, maybe every generation of Slayer is so twisted that they think the trauma is worth it in the pursuit of becoming a Slayer. Either way, if Rei's dad is alive...then it seens like he just abandoned Rei. Not cool. I guess Owner could also be tricking him or keeping him prisoner.
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tolbyccian · 9 hours ago
Thinkin abt your 2 of them archivist au (as I often do) and how you said Sasha and Mike crew would get along (excellent take btw) and then I thought 'oh well Sasha definitely doesn't like daisy then' (assuming Mike dies in the au as well) and like. Now I'm thinking abt all the interactions Sasha never got to have with Basira, Georgie, daisy, etc. We get a mention of her and Melanie but it's just one line. Idk I'd love to hear your take on how she'd interact with the other archival assistants! Even her and Elias after realising he's Actually Evil instead. Just kind of a dick. (also, your content is lovely! Have a wonderful day!! <3)
this has been sitting in my drafts for a thousand years because i wanted to see how the series resolved before i made some decisions! i think sasha surviving s1 would change a lot about the future dynamics of the archival staff in general, would probably drastically change the need for basira or daisy to be hired at all (they'll be around! just different!), lots of things i'm still thinking through. georgie's involvement with sasha and jon will be tied really tightly to melanie's for me and is one i def want to talk more about eventually!
this is a little less about your broad question and more me taking advantage of you to do an s2 character analysis on melanie to justify what i want her relationship with sasha and jon to be, please bear with me!
melanie's demeanor in season 2 absolutely enthralls me, and what could have shifted with sasha still alive around then just ENCHANTS me. even if it took georgie's endorsement, the fact that melanie returns to jon at all with updates on her research, reputation and intentions just assuming he believes her enough to help her out has always been funny on its own to me, calling him the closest thing she has to a friend and credible reference in the institute, even with her inarguably more pleasant interaction with sasha having happened. melanie coming back a THIRD TIME to give jon A SECOND STATEMENT... i just have so many questions about what her mindset about everything was at that point already.
daisy tells us that the statement she gave in ep 61 was a reoccurring dream for her all the way up until she was hired. she gave jon that statement before melanie's s2 visits in 63 or 76, which stands to my reasoning that by the time melanie returns in 63 she is already having nightmares with jon in them from s1 and still comes to give him another one ANYWAY. and she just. never really mentions the dreams to my memory, even with such a wide span of time that she must have been having them before being hired. she returns to the guy she has nightmares about to treat him like a new spooky confidant! the closest thing i remember to her expressing discomfort about the dreams is right before the unknowing, the slaughter already effecting her, when she says she refuses to give jon the india statement because she doesnt want the eye to have it, too. but! she WAS going to give him that one before she got hired, saying that talking to jon helps! and even before she was shot, she came back to tell him about her war ghost studies, already having reason to believe that there could be consequences of that! and apparently just didnt care very much! just a night in the life of melanie king! whatever, i guess!!!
which. i think its really fun to imagine that melanie is just the type to take those nightmares as a sort of justification for what she was already beginning to believe in, and jon having been the conduit for it was worth her sticking near for more info; asking him to validate her studies and him agreeing to do so, as a similarly-mannered believer-playing-the-skeptic type, was like a test that he passed. yes, talking about sasha set them back again, but that wasn't actually malice on jons part, just a break in melanie's growing idea that jon quietly got what melanie was experiencing. so! the way that would change with sasha still around has sooo much potential for jon and melanie's mildly hostile confidant set up to go even further than it got to in season 3, with sasha as a mediator.
imagine with me, post worms, sasha and jon have both confronted gertrude's death and are working together in the paranoid hell zone to figure out what it means together, and melanie returns to sus out how jon might react to her plea for help, no not!sasha there to ruin what amounted to very civil interactions for the two of them. sasha there for both of melanie's visits, melanie seeing how involved sasha also was in whatever had jon so worn out, and seeing some opportunity for her research there too. so, again, stay with me, imagine that just by nature of sasha and jon working together on most things by then, melanie gives her second statement to both of them, and in turn, dreams of both of them afterwards as sasha has also began assuming the archivist's role by now. i'd like sasha's first solo live statement to be tessa winters' in 65, but that's a different post. back to melanie.
so, maybe india is still something she wants to look into, but before that she has a new, and conveniently local thing to bust back into the institute and ask about. so, can you imagine how fucking funny it would be for melanie to stomp into jon's office for round four, lock the door behind her, plop into his visitor's chair, look at jon and sasha and ask what the fuck's up with the dreams, actually. they're pretty past treating her like she's insane, she knows they know plenty of things they haven't shared with her yet. being the first person to actually take the plunge and mention the dreams to them out loud, including to each other, would have to startle them both way too much for either of them to get a "what are you even talking about" out before melanie knows she has an in.
what i'm getting at with all this is: please imagine how fucking funny it would be for melanie to blackmail jon and sasha into sharing their info with her in exchange for her own cooperation in figuring out what might be happening to them (since melanie has basically confirmed what martin and tim would still be skeptical about, that something IS happening to them) and, y'know, not reporting the fuck out of them for spooky dream stalking her. blackmail or not, melanie also just isn't immune to Pretty Girl, so having sasha to sit between her and jon, who would also rather die than not defer to sasha, will probably work out hilariously well in letting them have that sibling dynamic theyre always so close to getting.
i just think this would be the world's funniest set up for a personal and working friendship between the three of them that keeps melanie involved and troubled and invested but maybe without her having to sell her soul to the institute. plus, imagine how funny it would be for melanie to loiter in the archives and library with her boots propped up on the furniture, just turning down every job offer elias throws at her. i don't think i want to take away her experience with the slaughter or even her eventual blinding because melanie being a disabled character recovering from trauma through love and autonomy is very important to me, but there's a lot of fun to be had with what her involvement could have been if it was less fraught and more informed!
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