#error is such a good father to pj

[lifelyne]

We find you there >:]

[thaltro]

ADDRESSING THE DEADBEAT DAD ACCUSATIONS 💔💔💔💔

(Interesting assumption I’ve been seeing about ink)

I haven’t posted his night watch character sheet yet but in the brief descriptions I’ve had about him it does point to him not being a present parent. While that’s partially true as he doesn’t consider himself a father, he is active in each child’s life and supports them. I keep him pretty close to cannon in personality, and I don’t think ink would be a neglectful father.

I haven’t revealed too much but keep in mind in nightwatch all ship children are not made out of love or compassion, instead are punishments from creators onto characters. They are a tool to create conformity as it adds a risk to the characters behaviours, and less time can be spent exploring themselves so they can’t stray away from their pre determined path. Not to mention the creation of them is incredibly painful.

Gradient, pj, and pallette where not inks faults- ink just was involved in some way and was punished with dream and error. Error took PJ and Gradient and wanted them for himself, Dream felt horrible and swore to take responsibility for Pal. Ink is in all the kids lives as an art teacher, mentor, and financial supporter - just not as a recognized parent.

It seems like ink being a evil neglectful dad is a trope in the fandom and that’s ok, but in nightwatch he does try his best. He cares for creations and anything from the creators, he would not hurt them or hate them. He does see them as a punishment more then children, but he sees most people as tools of the creators. his dissociation from reality makes him not mentally healthy enough to be a dad. (I mean so is dream but he does it anyway gahahh)

It’s odd how black and white the fandom tends to see characters - this is not me targeting it at anyone I’m not mad just, most characters are nuanced people and categorizing complex guys like ink into “bad dad” or “good dad” makes him kinda boring.

In conclusion ink brings the bread home and the paint. He is present just complex

[homestucktheresetau]

John Egbert-Lalonde design & storyline

NON SPOILER SECTION:

DESIGN:

John is a little more feminine-looking due Roxy's influence (he's ok with that). He has longer hair, usually he wears hairclips too. He wears colorful and comfy clothes, and also he has many stickers and doodles around due the kids playing with him. He also has a piercing on his lip; it's pink because it's Roxy's favourite color.

JOB: Working as caretaker for kids, grubs and baby consorts and carapacians.

RELATIONSHIP(s): Married to Roxy Lalonde; best friend with Rose, Dave and Jade.

STORYLINE (NOT SPOILER VERSION):

Once arrived to Earth C, John was actually really positive. He got married to Roxy, moved into the Children Acceptance building, where he takes care of all children, grubs and little consorts.

He tried to establish a friendship with everyone; Dirk, Jake, Kanaya, Jane, but for a reason or another he ended up not talking to them anymore [he's scared of Dirk, not really "vibing" with Kanaya and he's envious of Jane]. His envy towards Jane started during the period where John passed a lot of time at Jane's house, where Jane's dad was to take care of the kids. The more John spoke to Dad Crocker, the more he understood that he wasn't his father and never could be; while Jane has him and never lost him. John slowly stopped talking to Jane because of that, but Jane doesn't know the reason and barely noticed it (she still thinks they're in good terms).

John became less and less satisfied with his life when he slowly stopped talking to his friends too. They were already growing apart, but since they all got married, the only time John can see at least Rose is when she comes over to talk to Roxy. And so John ends up being lonely and apart from everything, yet not looking like he is.

The first time Karkat came to speak about the Singularity and how to use it to fix their errors and build a happy ending for everyone, he couldn't say anything since Roxy attacked Karkat and sent him away. When Roxy confessed to John that she already knew everything about the Singularity, because Rose told her — and neither of them told him. John felt hurt, but he didn't say anything again.

SPOILER SECTION:

DESIGN: John decided to put back on his old God Tier PJ, but it has small changes; mostly, the breath symbol now is made of three colors: red (Dave), green (Jade) and purple (Rose). Same thing at the end of his pants, where white is also present to symbolize his dad.

SIDE: Karkat's; reset the Universe.

STORYLINE (ENDING PART - SPOILER VERSION):

One night, in panic due the visions, Rose came to John to talk to him about everything and ask help to fix everything, etc. After that night Rose was founded dead, and John decided to join Karkat, Terezi and Sollux to reset the universe.

What John wants is to simply have his dad back, his friends close again (and Rose alive), and maybe recreate Earth C too, but with better premises, more preparation, and gave life to the same children/grubs/etc later on.

ENDING 1 and 2: unfortunatelly, Terezi decides to purposefully use John as a shield against Dave's sword, killing him.

[NOTE: I'm planning to make more endings, but 2 are 100% done]

[miasudare]

Ladies and Gentlemen the boi you have been waiting for!

(Please note that it's not rule 63, it's canon that pj is genderfluid and the second version is just to add color to the character)

Name: Paperjam (PJ/Jams/J-J) @7goodangel

Age: 18

Gender Fluid (any pronouns - he/him preferred)

He mostly grew up with his mom around. Since Error was still in school the time him and his twin Gradient born. But their dad always tried his best to be a part their life as much as possible. Pj always looks up to him. When he was 2 his brother Cil was born and he take the "older sibling" thing a little too serious. Even to this day she cares about Cil more than anyone. She is currently living with her father for 6 years. He doesn't like to talk about his mother.

PJ is known for being the extremely hot-headed, jerky and sassy student in the school. He can't stand people generally and is quite mean towards the newbies. Sometimes Fell or SF messes with them just to make them angry. But his lover Omni is always there if he gets a little bit too mad. If Omni isn't there her group will always make sure that the fight is settled. And since his "passion" for fights is very noticeable, you might see him around the faculty room a lot. It doesn't mean that they are bad at their classes ofc. I mean, your father works with these people of course you're gonna get free tutoring from them. You have to have good grades now.

He is the captain of the basketball team. He is pretty short when you compare her to her teammates. 1.70? (5.5) But that doesn't stop him from winning every game.

At lunch time if he is bored, he goes to the library to mess with his cousin Goth. Goth usually gives her his ancient legends books since PJ kinda likes dark magic and stories about it so she would leave him alone.

His room is messy. She has some classic posters on the wall, like the basketball team she likes, a very attractive lady, her favorite singers album cover etc. He has a corner filled with sports equipment and unused cloth materials.

☆She usually runs away from home at night to mess around with his friends. Error isn't happy about this at all.

☆They are usually mean but if they love you at one point, you'll see that they are quite sweet and relaxed.

☆She has a plush collection of everyone she knows. She likes to sew a lot like her father but is scared of anyone knowing this since this kind of hobby is quite ridiculous to others. He keeps the plushes in a chest.

☆He is allergic to feathers and Palette having a sparrow is not helping.

☆She has Atelophobia (fear of being imperfection). He wants to be best at everything and tries to be like his father. He wonders if she would be the next destroyer.

☆They like drawing too. They usually try to make animations by themselves. Then he gets frustrated and chokes a plushie.

☆He likes make up. Also pink stuff. And shiny stuff. With glitter and everything.

[fundmydeathowo]

flufftober day 1, lost Pet Meet Cute

first time posting flufftober on tumblr ToT, can be read on ao3 under fundmydeath, that's my user :D

pairing: gradient sans/angst sans

gradient wasn't exactly overjoyed at the moment, he had trusted his older sibling pj to watch over his black cat meowmers and pj lost his cat.

how did he lose it?? he left gradients bedroom window open to air out the house. and instead of just shutting the bedroom door and making sure the cat wasn't in there pj just left the door open.so gradient was putting up posters and putting things online as well to see if anyone had seen or even had his cat. it was stressing him out, his own dads couldn't even calm him down and ink could always do that, fresh not so much. error couldn't even help because he was with his spouses at a scientist thing in Germany. that didn't mean error wasn't harassing his friends to force their kids to help gradient, it was known gradient was errors favorite.

so sitting in his living room being forced to take a break by palette gradient heard his phone go off, getting up and grabbing it he saw a text from an unknown number.

unknown: hello this is angst, my mother nightmare is friends with your father error. I've come across the cat you are looking for, I will send an image shortly.

okay, nightmare, gradient wasn't very familiar with her but he knew she was dreams twin sister and was dating swap and ccino, and swap was inks best friend so. gradients phone went off again.

unknown: [image_cat]

unknown: this is your cat correct?

gradient could cry right now

me: yes! it is, thank you so much! do you want me to go over and pick her up? or would you want to come to my house?

unknown: I'll go to you

me: okay! this is my address xxxxxx

unknown: you don't live far from me, I will be there in 25 minutes

gradient quickly put his phone down and ran into the kitchen where pj and palette were. both looking up at gradient when he almost ran into the wall.

“what-”

“MEOWMERS WAS FOUND”

gradient quickly cut off whatever pj was trying to say and threw his hands up in the air. palette immediately started jumping up and down while pj made he way over to gradient and patted his back.

“that's good”

“thank God I thought I was going crazy”

palette also fell over from jumping and pj rushed over to him

“damnit pal”

“sorry sorry!! just so happy!!”

while the three of them finished up talking the doorbell was rung letting out an annoying bird squawk, causing gradients brothers to look at him.

“what the fuck is that doorbell”

“my emotional support doorbell”

gradient stood up and walked over to the door, fixing his green hoodie to look semi presentable.

he opened the door and had to stop himself from slamming it in the person's face, he was so pretty, he had dark brown skin with dyed black-purple hair that was pulled into a braid with multiple smaller braids making up the big braid. he wore a light purple silk button up shirt (who owned stuff like that??) with black slacks and black dress shoes.

the guy held a hand and gradient got the memo to shake his hand, quickly doing it and pulling his hand back.

“Uh, I'm gradient! thank you so so much for finding my cat”

the guy shook his head, angst he said his name was angst when texting you, remember that, don't be like dad.

“it was nothing, she is very well behaved”

angst held out a cat carrier and meowmers was just inside sleeping her little life away.

“didn't even put up a fuss going in the carrier”

gradient took the carrier and smiled brightly at angst

“she's a emotional support animal, plus she helps with my eyes sometimes because I deal with episodes of blurry vision!”

angst gave a nod of his head

“that explains it, it was nice meeting you gradient, I do hope you will keep in contact with me, you make for a wonderful conversation partner”

gradient felt like his face was on fire, God if you are out there strike him down!

“o-of course!”

angst gave another swift nod of his head and walked off, gradient quickly shut the door and slid to the floor.

oh my god,, that was horrible.

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prompt by: @flufftober

[pjplayground]

Octagram

This is his final redesign, I swear.

Bio: Being the son of your entire region's number one tennis coach can be a lot, especially if you're the eldest. PJ here struggles with being expected to live up to his father's model, but he'd rather study other things. For a while, he's been secretly studying Battlemage magic under Nightmare's guidance - Nightmare being their history teacher for third period.

Basic Info Full Name: Paperjam Candy Charcoal Brightwell Nicknames: PJ, CC (by Cocoa Berry only) Age: 18 Height: 5'4" Gender Identity: Demiboy (he/they) Sexual Orientation: Biromantic Demisexual Medical Issues: Autism Spectrum Disorder [ASD], Depression, Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Glasses, phone, earbuds, backpack, car and house keys, something with octagons on it

Relationships Error - Father, not as good as either them want it to be Cocoa Berry - Mother, decent Cil - Brother, trying to bridge gaps Lemon Zest - Sister, annoying Undyne - Best friend, basically siblings Hunter - Friend, salty buddies Skrunkly - Friend, yippee kin Wallace - New friend, getting used to the weed smell Romper - New friend, wants to design a logo for their band Papyrus - New friend, always gets sampled secretly Outer - New friend, thinks he's cute BonBon - New friend, she likes their art Starbone - New friend, can't quite understand him... yet Alphys - Acquaintance, they have fun trash talking normal people

Miscellaneous Little Facts - He has the second name "Candy" because of his mother. On her side of the family, everyone has two names corresponding with food, as per tradition. If Error didn't intervene, PJ would've been named "Cake Pop." - The symbol in the middle of his octagram is the symbol for Loyalty, and its color is represented with purple. - PJ struggles with explosive anger. When I say "explosive," I mean that literally. - They play tennis. - He wears mostly comfy clothes, like sweaters, overalls, sweatpants, baggy jeans, etc. - Error wants PJ to eventually play tennis on a regional level, but they don't wanna do that. They see tennis as more of a hobby. - PJ is a pretty good artist. - He has a Rumblr blog where he posts his art called Flowy Paintbrush. - Due to playing sports most of his life, he's endured a lot of injuries. - Although their relationship is a little rocky, Error and PJ still work out every Sunday. This is why PJ is a little more toned compared to his peers. - Charcoal was his grandfather's name (on his dad's side). - He's allergic to dust. - They got into Battemage magic from Nightmare's class. It came up in a lesson and PJ wanted to know more. - PJ's anger issues have given them the reputation as the aggressive athlete type around school, and even in some pockets around town. - When he graduates, he plans on signing up for the "Gates to Education" program, which will allow him to study magic in a whole other Realm. - They're part Fire Elemental. This is from their mother's side, stemming from their Grandpa. This is why their anger is especially explosive. - He sucks at math. - Mac and cheese is his number one comfort food, and that will never change. - Some days after school, PJ goes to work for their mother at her bakery. - In two years, they'll inherit their mother's family recipes. However, they already have a couple of their dad's family recipes. - Yes. You can roast marshmallows over their head when they flare up. They get that hot.

[fernshroudedcreek]

I absolutely adore the relationship between error and pj in loyal servant

Oh, I'm going to do a deep dive about this one...

The relationship between Error and Paperjam was both fun and heartbreaking to write. Primarily because their story isn't one that gets a truly happy ending. Its not a "I'm going to completely change my personality and be a better father, and everything will be perfect." sort of ordeal.

Error loves PJ, but he is unable to express it. He's too wrapped up in the reputation he's made for himself to believe he's capable of being a father. He says; "I left. That's what I did for you, PJ. That was the only thing I could do for you." Which is a testimate to how he cares but believes his child is better off without him. In his mind, being around would only make things worse for PJ.

On the flipside, Paperjam never understood this. They grew up believing that the only reason either of their parents were distant and/or downright cruel was because of who they were as a person. They're too much like Ink, or they're too much like Error. That definitely helped to breed PJ's desire to find balance. The desire to destroy the other gods didn't truly stem from hating what their parents fighting did to others, but more so what it did to them. In their mind, the feud between Ink and Error was to blame for their lack of family ties.

To hear Error tell them that's not the case flipped a switch. It told them that the reason he wasn't there wasn't because he hated Paperjam's very existence, but because he was afraid to hurt one of the few things he loved within the multiverse. His hands have caused pain and suffering throughout the entire multiverse, so how was he supposed to use them to be gentle and kind? He wasn't sure, so he kept his distance. It was out of love.

Then theres my boyfriend's reason for liking the dynamic.

Error tells them: "You are like me." And: "It was for your own good. I had to keep you away." which could also be read as Error's way of trying to prevent PJ from ending up like him. Error believes himself to be this source of evil. Everything he's done has been for a selfish and cruel reason. If Paperjam were to see him; were to look up to him, they might just end up the same way. He doesn't want that for Paperjam.

He became especially hostile towards Paperjam during the whole Book of a Thousand Souls incident, possibly because of some thought process along the lines of: This is something I'd do. I left so you wouldn't become this way. Why are you still being this way? Why aren't you better than me?

Point is, Error has a very difficult time with expressing love. Him telling Paperjam that he only wanted what was best for them is probably the closest he'll ever get to sounding like an actual father, which he notes in the story.

When Error admitted these things to Paperjam, they stiffen and go quiet yet still end up with watering sockets. There's so much relief and pain that it overwhelms them. All they ever wanted was to believe that somehow they were loved. And Error finally made sure that they knew it. Perhaps not in the way PJ hoped, but it was clear enough for them to understand. They know Error loves them, and thats that matters to PJ. Anything else is a bonus.

....Sorry I like talking about characters. Asks like these will get long responses out of me.

[cycle-verse]

“I think that’s the strangest way we’ve found a child but this, Ink this is… you made a child with a bucket of paint, the kid just sorta poofed into existence,”

"I mean, wasn't Pj basically a sentient ball of ink?" He shrugged a bit before moving to carefully pick up the child, which looked exactly like him.

“True, but PJ took 2 peoples magic… you can make literally anything on your own… wait,” he got a small grin on his face as he moved to look down at the child.

“Hi…”

"Ya, but still. It's not the strangest," he let Error look at the child, a bit curious about the similarities. "We should name them though."

“Well I can’t disprove that… how about Picmlaoho?” he asked, biting back a grin. Proof ink can make literally anything on his own. It was funny, but it worked and only Error would know

"That's actually a really good name. I like it," He smiled a little and looked at the puddle of paint. "Should probably clean that up though."

He continued to smile at the kid.

“I think it fits… yea we should. Do you want me to or you? I should probably go finish dinner and oh! I went to go check why he wasn’t up a bit ago, Stain has a fever,” He hummed

"That's ok, I can clean it up and go check on him. Maybe draw with him or something. You could make him soup."

“Oh the soup! Yea I was making soup. I’ll finish up lunch for the kids then take him a bowl… poor kid, gonna wake up and discover he has yet another sibling,” he teased. Stain loves his siblings although had jokingly put his foot down over a year ago, jokingly telling them no more kids. Obviously they had broken that

"Like he'd really mind," He moved to carefully get up to grab some stuff to clean up the puddle.

“I don’t doubt it at all… I have no idea how he comes from his other father too… pure you,” he whispered and he smiled softly.

“Want me to take Picmlaoho downstairs with me?” He hummed

"Oh yes, I'll clean this up and be right down," He ignored the comment about Stain's father, moving to carefully give Picmlaoho to Error to he could take them down.

Error never meant to say stuff like that, it often just invaded his brain. He felt guilty instantly and took Picmlaoho in a second.

“Hello there,” he whispered before moving to go downstairs.

“Kids, you got another sibling,” he called and could almost instantly hear PJ drop his head against the table while blue screen giggled madly from the couch.

“I’m not sharing my room,” blueprint grumbled from the dinning room table.

Picmlaoho moved to hold onto Error silently, not really seeming to react, almost like Ink without his paints.

Error noticed and sighed, he’d figure out the paints thing a bit, moving to go get the soup all dished up. He’d gently sat Pic in an old high chair and Gradient started feeding them.

Gradient is now open for asks

[luna-vixen-art]

Random buuuttttt… for each of my OC’s if they were to wear Halloween costumes this is what they would wear (writing this down so I don’t forget)

Luna (main Oc) would prolly wear a jester costume (tolly not lore wise or anything >:3)

Father Matthew (not the BIGGEST fan of Halloween but only does it for Calista’s sake) he would totally (for obvious reasons) rock the goat man as a costume (btw Father Matthew really likes urban legends).

Calista Carrol (Calista would’ve totally begged Father Matthew to do it) she would def dress up as a cat or some kind of animal.

Trixie! She would dress up as… Beetlejuice! Mostly because she likes the character lol.

Tim! Tim would mostly likely be… himself actually… he doesn’t really understand Halloween, he just liked that he can be himself.

Jane! Jane would most likely be the bride of Frankenstein! She would seem to like her. (And totally not because she’s likes Tim or anything)

Murasaki! She would… be herself as well! Since she technically a werewolf… but if she was human she’d dress up as a fairy.

PJ Jay! He’d be the headless horseman… not for any reason… just cuz he thinks it’s cool.

JJ Jay! She would dress up as Mothman… she would like Mothman very much… (tolly not because she’s a moth or anything

TJ Jay would be Frankenstein (he’s a big fan of Mary Shelley)

DJ Jay is a Werewolf… they would seem to like that, since they are all kooky and such.

I think das it… well I’m tired, ima go to bed now, good night! (Sorry for any grammar errors… it’s late at night so)

[askceruleansans]

Characters that you can interact with through RP with me!

Cerulean:

A Swap with more trauma to process than Cannon!Cross

Horny TM

Can fight, will fight.

Can hear the creators

How'd he get all these scars (you'll never know >:))

has a sacrificial complex bigger than Killers kill count

Is your therapist now.

Mental health? who is mental health?

Horror:

Will feed you (This is a threat)

Big boyo

CHONKY!!!

Bros with Lust and his actual brother(Paprika) if I choose to make him alive still

Dating The BSG.

Killer:

Flirty

Horny TM

Will prank you by stealing your knee caps

Bloodthirsty murderer

soft boi with his husbones

Bros with Color and Ink.

Dating the BSG

Dust:

✨Traumatized ✨,

Will kill you (affectionate)

Haunted by his brother

Anxious schizophrenic

Currently in a prank war with Killer

Bros with nobody fuck you (Error, he tolerates Error and Cerulean)

Dating the BSG

Cross:

Daddy issues yeayah!!

Can kick your ass

Feral

Sleep schedule????

Struggles with Self harm and hates himself

Strong 💪

Bros with Dream, Cerulean and Epic

Dating BSG

Night:

Daddy.. sorry Daddy... sorry.. Daddy

OLD ASS

Computer.. what is computer?? HUHH??

Chill... until he's not

He is my father figure and I love him.

Bros with Error, Cerulean and PJ (maybe Dream depending on what Dreams up to)

Dating BSG

Nightmare: (can be the same person as Night)

Will kill you in your sleep

Guilty.

Hates apples.

Flirting on accident

Daddy.. sorry Daddy... sorry.. Daddy

Dating BSG

Nightlight: (can be same person as Night)

Passive Nightmare.

Is a literal father, He has 30+ Kids.

Tired, let him sleep.

Daddy.. sorry Daddy... sorry.. Daddy

WAS dating BSG

Dream: (X-Gaster edition)

Brother stop your evil deeds!!

Loves Night(mare) but doesn't believe he is still the same person anymore.

Hates himself... and thinks you should hate him too

Don't talk about his wings.

Sobbing. *Pulls out a knife*

I can make you happy!! JUST LET ME MAKE YOU HAPPY!!

Bros with Ink and Cerulean and maybe Cross

PJ:

Daddy issues (rage edition)

I hate you.

Actually a good older brother

Will kick Ink and Error's ass

why you no love me?

Bros with the BSG and Night and Cerulean.

Error:

Rage.

Feral

Kill all AU's but make it ✨mercy✨

Forgor his child (PJ)

Dating Ink (Can be toxic)

Bros with Cerulean, BSG and Dream

Ink:

Feral

Make pretty drawing UwU

makes AU.. forgor his kid

Dating Error

Bros with ✨Everyone✨

Fresh:

Can hear your sins

knows your search history

dis unrad bruh

Can kill you... won't.

funny guy

Bros with ✨Everyone✨

Neon:

Love child of what if Fresh and Cerulean got combined

Daddy issues but make it really fun

Can't say the things he wants

✨Rubber Ducks✨

The 90's lingo is non-negotiable (sadly)

Awkward and hiding something.

Paps:

Dusts dead brother

Says very disturbing things without realizing it

spicy brain seasoning

Paprika:

PUZZLES!!!

FOOD!!!

Brother!! :))))

Will cook you if food gets tight (this is a compliment)

Epic:

Dude Bruh...

Rubber chickens

Pranks

torcheres soul who copes with humor

Puns.

Farm:

Foodie

PLANTS!!!

Thinks Night is pretty chill...

[kissofthemuses]

MELINDA

FULL NAME: Melinda Halliwell

SPECIES: half-witch, half-whitelighter

FANDOM: Charmed (1998)

          PHYSICAL

FACECLAIM: Kaylee Bryant

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 19

BIRTHDATE: January 13

HAIR: brown

EYES: brown

HEIGHT: 5'3"

ORIENTATION: bisexual

          RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER: Piper

FATHER: Leo

BROTHERS: Wyatt, Chris

AUNTS: Phoebe, Paige

UNCLES: Cooper, Henry

COUSINS: PJ, Peyton, Tamora, Kat, Henry Jr.

           PERSONALITY

MBTI: ENFP-T "The Campaigner"

ALIGNMENT: lawful good

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ENNEAGRAM: 7

POSITIVES: family-orientated, loving, driven,

NEGATIVES: self-righteous, stubborn, emotional

              OTHER

POWERS: Telekinetic orbing, remote orbing, hovering, high magic resistance, spell casting, potion brewing, scrying, mediumship

              TAGS

Threads

Headcanons

Musings

Inspo

          BACKSTORY

When Piper and her sisters visited the future,  Piper meets her and Leo's only child: a daughter named Melinda.

When Piper first became pregnant, the family assumed that the child would be a girl as was the rest of the Halliwell clan and Piper prepared to name her Prudence Melinda, in honor of her late older sister, Prue, and her ancestor, Melinda Warren. However, the child turned out to be a boy, Wyatt.

After her second child was also revealed to be a boy, Chris, eventually Piper became pregnant with her third and last child, finally a girl, a little after the Charmed Ones' last Battle.

Melinda came into her powers about a year after her birth. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen whilst holding Melinda when the baby "conjured" a couple of potion bottles above her mother's soup, causing the soup to create vines that attacked her as well as her mother. Melinda enjoyed the spectacle, but Piper, after unsuccessfully trying to cut the vines, had to call in the help of her two sons Wyatt and Chris to help her.

The Elders hoped to alter the prophecy of the Twice-Blessed. That the firstborn children of the family would inherit the Power of Three. Making Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda an even more powerful force for good than the Charmed Ones.

Being that Leo was mortal when Melinda was conceived, everyone was shocked to discover that she miraculously had the power of telekinetic orbing. Leo goes to The Heavens with Paige to question The Elders. There, they are approached by newly appointed Elder, Kyle Brody, who informs them that since Leo was a Whitelighter for so long, his magical abilities became ingrained within his DNA despite his being mortal, passing those genes onto Melinda. The Elders decided to interfere and caused these whitelighter powers to manifest in Melinda so as to alter the prophecy of the Twice-Blessed Child.

They wanted to make Chris and Melinda twice blessed like Wyatt, which would allow the three first born Halliwell children to inherit a more potent Power of Three so that in the future they would be a greater force of good than the Charmed Ones. However, the Angels of Destiny realized the errors of tampering with people's lives after understanding that was the entire reason why Neena, the first witch, decided to bring about the apocalypse. As a result of this, the Angels of Destiny absolved Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda's statuses as twice blessed, making Melinda a normal Whitelighter-Witch. Melinda still retains her power of telekinetic orbing because once a witch receives an active power it becomes an attachment such as an arm or a leg and wouldn't be right to just remove.

[anotherrosesthatfell]

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SORREH PSINA 😭

Dream

"Ayame is such a lovely girl. I just hope I was a good step father for her... Well I don't think I am since she developed some kind of addiction to alcohol... Of course, she know how to control it unlike Ink... But I don't blame the two of them, losing someone is really hard..."

Ink

"Ah, my daughter is very adorable. She looks just like her father but she still got my charm hehe... I wonder if PJ is still alive, will she look like Ayame...?"

Error

"I ruined everything, did I...? My daughter doesn't remember me.. It was my fault... At least, she is still alive. I guess I have to thank Dream for providing protection for Ayame.. Something that I failed to do.."

Hope

"Ayame is such a lovely daughter. I really adore when she smiles, she doesn't smile that often but when she smile, she is the most adorable girl you will ever meet. Ah, I also help her to overcome her addiction towards alcohols. It doesn't matter if she can control it or not, it's still not good for her health... Maybe I should serve her some chamomile tea morning often."

Nightmare (Alphonse)

"The little girl who escaped from her death... Hah... Pathetic. At least the two brats are dead and her parents are divorced."

Killer

"I'm glad she decided to stay home... I understand if she hold grudges on me when she finds out I was the one who... Let's not talk about this.."

Cross

"isn't she a lucky girl? Survived death by sleeping at home...- and now Dream is protecting her from Nightmare. Real luck I'm saying here."

Ship children

Lux

"She's adorable, I give her that. Unfortunately she is on Palette side... Only death will await for her. I couldn't kill her right away knowing her father is Error... Well, I might as well think a plan what I should do with her.."

Merciless

"She seems wary of me. I wonder why-"

Palette

"I am glad I have a kind older sister like Ayame... Anyway, I just hope she won't get killed while trying to help me.. It's dangerous knowing Lux is planning something.."

Drop

"Ayame is one of the people who see me cries. It's embarrassing that I am still crying.. Ahem- oh well, Ayame is such a cool older sister but Lux is cooler! Well... They both are cool and amazing unlike me haha...-"

Crescent

"I am terribly sorry for what my mother done to her siblings. Maybe she should consider on visiting the church when I am around, I like to perform prayer for her."

Goth

"she's such a beauty. Ayame should take selfies with me sometime, we could be popular together. I like to invite her for dinner but she seems embarrass about it."

What if (bonus)

Callisto

"Am I that scary that make her to shivers everytime she sees me? Maybe because of my height... Yeah definitely-"

I'm addicted to character creation—

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Name: Ayame

Age: 18-19

Height: 158

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• during the time when Error abandoned the children, she literally slept peacefully in her bed at home

• writer who is studying to become a pathologist

• she likes her appearance, but she is also sad that she resembles Error

• after Drop was born, Ayame began to have less complexes about her eyes

• went to medical school to better understand human anatomy and better describe actions

• at the age of 16 she became addicted to alcohol, but knows how to control herself

• the name was chosen by Dana

• anatomy jokes have entered the chat

• on Pallete's side

• favorite flowers - Irises

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Ayame's attitude towards others:

Dream:

Oh, I don’t even know, to be honest, he’s so-so as a father...

Ink:

My mom says that I am a very beautiful girl, who am I not to believe my own mother? I love her

Error:

It was a long time ago, I hardly remember it, except for blurry outlines

Hope:

This miss is very sweet and kind, but she is also strong, truly the kind of woman you should strive to become

Lux:

Oh, Lux is also very beautiful, I think she could be a model, but I'm worried about her attitude towards Pallet, why is she acting like this? They are no longer children...

Pallete:

Oh, my little brother got the best genes from mom and Dream, he really is a handsome guy

Drop:

Sister? She cries so often and it bothers me that she loves Merciless... Well, in any case, her offenders will end up on my table!

Nightmare:

I don't want to talk about him..

Killer:

...

Crescent:

I don’t mind that he serves in the temple, but I think that I will only visit the temple NOT during his work shift, haha..

Merciless:

I don't understand why Lux and Drop love him, I will still be wary of him and try to keep Drop away from him...

Cross:

A good baker, somewhat similar to Lux... By the way, what did Dream’s parents look like?

Goth:

Our communication is maintained thanks to Pallet and Drop, I sometimes envy her and her family, everything is peaceful and calm with them

BONUS:

Callisto:

Oh, Callisto... Well... He deservedly hates Dream.. He looks quite menacing, I'm sometimes afraid of him..

Taisiya:

She looks so cute when she comes home with her nest on her head, ahah

Artemis:

Pallete loves her, she seems kind.. But I still can’t relax in her company...

Kira:

She... A strong woman... So strong that she can push Callisto out of the church single-handedly, I'm afraid of her...

Sunshine:

She is very brave and sometimes thinks first and then acts, I think she needs someone who could stop her if something happens

Vivi:

Oh, I remember how hyperactive she was as a child, apparently all her strength was spent in childhood, ahah

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E. L. A. by our pretty @anotherrosesthatfell

E. L. A. Kitty by @abloomingsunflower / @itzcherrybonbon

E. L. A. Sun by @il1ketulipz

[nixdreammare]

Painted

So, I made a new ship child :D

His name is Painted, but I don't know if I put Painted!Sans, or continue Painted

(。·_·)ノ”【】

Information :

Erink child;

He is a boy;

he has 13 years old;

Love's eat chocolate (steal from Cross or Underfell);

He wear glasses (like Error's, but the color is cian blue;

He likes to destroy the things (that he doesn't like) ;

He likes to paint like Ink;

He is more like Error (like father, like son :p) ;

He have haphefonia and claustrophobia, and don't like so much empty spaces;

he is cold most of the time, but shows his true feelings around his parents;

he likes fights between his parents and fighting (training) with his brothers;

spend more time with PJ;

This is was the information, but the ship child was inspired on me, because in all the rpg's I participate, I'm Error, and..... My personality it's like Error and Ink in the same time. Some aspects in him, it's because of me, like: the phobias, these glasses, favorite color, he is a lover of chocolate like me -w-, we like to paint...

Resume: he is like me in half of the things kkkk

I don't know if you guys liked, but I think it's good :)

•Ink belongs to @comyet

•Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

[im-shifting-to-the-moon]

Hogwarts Script

This is my template for my hp script, i hope it helps you with yours! Also this has things that are not exclusively of the Harry Potter universe so make sure to read it!

Myself:

My name is _

I go by _(nickname) / example; My name is Teressa, I go by Tessa, Tessie, etc

I am _ feet / meters tall

My hair is _ and it reaches my _ / I have _ cut

My eyes are _

My birthday is on _

My skin is clear

I always smell like _

I am immune to greasy hair

My breath always smells like _

I look _ years old / Im in my _ year old body

I have a _ accent

I cry / sleep etc pretty

I am free from any allergies

My wand is _

My patronus is _

Abilities:

I am a talented _

I can _ ; ex. I can tell the Weasley twins apart, I can pick locks, etc

I’m a metamorphmagus

I am a Parseltongue

I can fly a broom very well

I understand wizard currency

I can fake pain really well

I am always there for my desired events

I have a watch / tattoo / journal that depicts my cr time

I have a tattoo / journal that says my safe word / action

Family:

My sibling is _ / I am an only child

My siblings are older / younger by _ years

We love each other but don’t act like it / we act like it / we hate each other

My parents are _

I was raised by _

I have extended family, they are _ / I’m related to _

My family is from_

My father / mother / siblings are in the _ house

School life:

The year is _

I can rapidly comprehend my classes

I know how to tie a tie

I know how to write with a quill

I always finish my homework quickly and on time

My best class is _

My worst class is _

I know and understand all of the spells

I know my way around the castle

I pick _ for my 3rd year

I am good at quidditch

I get sorted into _

My pet is _

My pet is immune to dying and sickness

Students have gen z humor / I teach them gen z humor

I am immune to being expelled

I always find the room of requirement

I do well in exams

I always remember the password to the common room / can solve the riddle easily

Social life:

I befriend _ in _ year / childhood friends

Our dynamic is _

_ is immune to dying

I get along with people

_ has a crush on me since _

_ will develop feelings for me over time

_ will ask me to the Yule Ball / I will go alone

_ personality is as depicted in the movies / books / fanfiction (if so what fanfic is it)

_ has a grudge against me because _

_ is neutral to me

_ and I will develop a rivalry in _ year because _

I get invited to parties

People feel inclined to protect me

My arrival:

When I arrive I will be in my bedroom / the train etc

I will be in my robes / casual clothes / pjs etc

_ will wake me up

My eyes will naturally open when I shift

Shifting is easy

I will arrive in 1991 / 2009 / my first year etc

When I arrive I will smell cinnamon / mint etc

When I arrive I will hear _

Rules:

I am immune to death and sickness

I have a high pain tolerance

I am immune to getting stuck in my desired reality

My safe word is _

My safe action is _

I am immune to forgetting my safe word and my safe action

One _ in my dr is one _ in my cr

I remember all the details of my dr in my cr

I am immune to mind reading and truth potion

No one will know I’m a shifter unless I tell them directly

No one will suspect I shifted

When I come back to my cr nothing will change in my dr until I shift back

I am immune to getting traumatized

I am immune to coming back to my cr by accident

Clone:

My clone will not be aware that my consciousness has shifted

My clone does nothing I wouldn’t do

I will remember everything my clone did

(I know this is not necessary but I like to be safe)

If you do use this script please rb this or tag me in your version so I can see it!

Stay hydrated and happy shifting! 111 222 333

Also please remember that English is not my first language so please message me if theres any error <3

[oh-so-scenarios]

Loose Ends | three

⇢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ...ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢ�� ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ.

⇢ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ x ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ! ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇx-ғɪᴀɴᴄᴇs!ᴀᴜ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇsᴛᴏʟᴏᴠᴇʀs

**A/N: Yall already know the deal, there are errors! (Word count 6.03K)

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Y/N:

I have to tell her. I have to tell her. There is no way I can keep this from her forever.

I’m staring at the door that led into my roomy 3 bedroom apartment. On the other side was my 17-year-old sister. The bass of the TV was leaking through the door, letting me know that she sat in front of the living room TV.

Today was my 6th day working for Mr. Kim and since the heated discussion four days ago, he barely speaks to me. He barely lifts his gaze to acknowledge my presence and I can’t say I hate it, but I don’t like it either. 

I can’t expect anything from him. The state of things was due to my decisions and even though I am fine with handling that burden, I wasn’t prepared to see his face every day. It’s slowly taking a toll on me. It’s picking away at my resolve and leaving me with a familiar empty feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.

Luna may only be 17 but she worries about me like a mother. It’s been like that since I could remember. I can’t recall when the roles changed. When did I lose my grips of being the older sister, and when did Luna take on that role?

I lean against the wall by the door, staring blankly at the floor. It’s unfair really, how I have leaned on Luna. It’s unfair and cruel because Luna should have been leaning on me. Regret bubbles up in my stomach and travels up my body to leave a bitter taste in my mouth. 

Luna was always my mother’s favorite child. She was the one that received the most hugs, the better presents, and the compliments. As a child, it bothered me. Why was she more important than me? A mother should love her children equally! They should put the same amount of effort into each child. 

But that wasn’t the case with Luna and I. Oh no, Luna needed the extra attention and love because Luna was sick. She’d been sick since birth, but our mom did a good job of hiding it from me. The random walks they’d take together while I stayed at home with my grandmother would leave me in envy. 

But I found out as Luna got older and started to talk that they were going to doctor’s appointments. Juna was born with a weak heart. I never understood the details. Something about a tube she was supposed to have didn’t fully develop. My mother was hiding it from me because she didn’t want me to worry.

Doctors were telling my mother that it would be a miracle if she lived past 22 years old. A horrifying thing to hear from anyone. The fact that my mother didn’t crumple from the stress is unbelievable. This was after my father up and left us. My parents were never married, so when he left after Luna was born, my mother was one her own.

We moved in with our grandmother and my mom worked and worked. All she would do is work. We’d see her on weekends and that’s when she’d pour all her time into Luna. I grew to resent her. I was only 7 when Luna was born, so the present blossomed as I entered adolescence.

However, my mother passed when I was 16. A car accident took her life, leaving us to be raised by our grandmother. My mother worked like crazy, leaving money for that we used for Luna’s medical bills after she passed.

Well, as much of the bills as we could.

Luna adored Namjoon, and when things went to shit 3 years ago, she blamed herself, but what could I have done?

I took my keys out, unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment. Just as I predicted, Luna sat on the couch, her back facing me, with her laptop on her lap and the tv on as background noise.

“You’re home?” She called over her shoulder. She didn’t spare me a glance, clicking rapidly at something. 

“Yeah.” My voice came out thin, which made her clicking stop. She looks over her shoulder at me, her short brown hair pushed behind her ears. Her thin bangs were a distray, a result of her running her fingers through her hair in frustration. 

“Rough day at work?” She questions, keeping her eyes on me for a moment longer before turning back to her laptop. I take off my shoes, and approach the couch, barely peeking at her laptop screen. I take a seat on the loveseat perpendicular to her and watch as she starts to type something.

“An essay?” I assume.

“Yes ma’am.” She answers glancing up at me. Luna does school online, her grades being good enough that she convinced her school to allow her to do most of her senior year online. 

“Luna,” I call out with a heavy heart, “There is something I need to tell you.” 

Without a glance, she hums in response. She wore an oversized black hoodie with pj shorts she found on sale some time ago. She told me she bought them because of the design of avocados on it. I’m not surprised. She loves silly things like that. 

“You know that new contract I started?” 

“The long one you swore you weren’t gonna accept?” She mentions, smiling in a mischievous manner. She only did that because she was also against me doing such a contract. She knew I’d be miserable, and she was right.

“Is the CEO an asshole?” She asks but speaks again right after. “-It’s not like you haven’t handled some rude CEOs before?” 

“The CEO is Namjoon.” I forced it out, and it feels like I was running out of oxygen when I said it. My words are quick and unsteady. 

She looks at me with wide eyes, like she was waiting for me to start laughing and tell her it was a joke. 

“Seriously? The Kim Namjoon?” She questions and moves the laptop off her lap and onto the couch. She leans forward, and she doesn’t look away from me.

“Yeah. He’s the CEO.” I show her a small smile before leaning back in the loveseat. I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling.

“You need to quit.” She orders.

I chuckle, “I knew you were going to say that.” I mutter, still gazing at the white ceiling. 

“Y/n! Come on! You can’t keep working there! This isn’t good for you.” She argues. 

“You think I don’t know that Luna? Seeing his face every day is wearing me down, but I signed the contract. I can’t leave.” I informed her. 

When I picked my head up to see the worried grimace on her face, I sighed and sat up in the loveseat. It was usually comfortable, but today it’s softness was useless. I’m in an uncomfortable situation. This job is leaving me in a constant state of stress.

“It’s not too bad.” I try to lift the mood, “He barely speaks to me, so it’s nothing! He only speaks to me about work.” 

“Y/n.” Her tone is different and she drops her focus to her hands in her lap. I know what’s coming. I know what she’s going to say and I’ve heard it too many times for my liking.

“Luna, don’t even go there!” I groan, shaking my head at the sad sad look in her eyes.

“Y/n, you keep saying this but...I still feel awful! This is all my fault! If it wasn’t for me You and Namjoon would have been marr-” 

“Stop!” My voice comes out in a panic shriek, taking both of us by surprise. Luna jumps at my outburst, her eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Luna, you don’t need to bring it up again. None of this is your fault, okay?” I stand up from my seat, grabbing my bag off the coffee table, and walking around the couch she sat on, and down the hallway. But before I can go far, Luna speaks again.

“Do you still love him?” She shouts. I stop walking and stare down at the carpet. My chest tightens and I lean against the wall for strength. Do I still love him? 

“Y/n? You still love him right?” This time her voice is closer. I turn around to see her standing at the end of the hallway, her hips leaning on the back of the couch. Her eyes showed pity, while she ran her fingers through her bangs. She always does that when she’s stressed. 

We stare at each other and a moment of silence passes before she sighs.

“Y/n…” She whines, taking my silence as an answer, “You need to quit.”

“I can’t.” I answered immediately, “I can’t quit. It doesn’t matter how I feel. He hates me now. Plus, a man like Namjoon...you can never stop loving him.”

“M-maybe this is fate? It’s a second chance.” 

I laughed at her notion and could only shake my head in response. A second chance? What a joke. The sad look in her eyes only makes me want to retreat. I turn my back on her and go into my room, feeling the weight of the past few days on my shoulders. I closed the door behind me and tossed my bag to the side before falling face-first into my bed. The painful memory burned into my mind. It burned like a new fire wound. It stung and the slightest thought back to it made my eyes water. 

The heartbreak in his eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life, but I made a choice. 

《 PAST 》

At this moment, I’d rather be swallowed up by the ground. I’d rather whatever higher power there is, strike me down and end my life at this very moment. It would be less painful. Pulling layers of band-aids from burnt skin would be less painful. At that moment my whole body went stiff. My knees locked, my muscles tensed and my lungs were struggling to take in oxygen.

Maybe it’s because I was holding my breath with my eyes wide. I stared at the man smiling up at me for the past 3 seconds. 

3 seconds. It had only been 3 seconds but it felt like an eternity. I blink, and he smiles back at me. He’s on one knee, holding out the most beautiful ring I have ever seen.

Not a huge rock, but it shines beautifully. A dazzling circular diamond, with smaller diamonds lined around the band. The silver band itself sparkled. In the ring, I could see his love, his hard work, and our years of laughter, tears and good memories.

I left out a harsh breath, my head feeling light as I was holding my breath. My awareness grows and I become aware of where we are. At a fancy restaurant in which it was rented out, making us the only customers. The kitchen staff stood at the back of the restaurant, watching me for my reaction. 

Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, the love of my life and the man I’m pretty sure the universe made for me and I for him. He stares at me with a smile, tears of nerves, and joy coating his loving eyes. It’s only been another 4 seconds. 7 seconds since I saw his lips move I say those words. 

I couldn’t hear them as I was having an out of body panic attack, but his lips moved so I’m sure he said the words.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” 

He said them and I knew he would. I saw this coming and I knew he was going to say these things...so now I know what I have to say. 

I push down the dread pulling in my system and laugh. I laugh in his face, trying my best to not see his hopeful smile drop into a look of anguish and fear. 

“Seriously Namjoon?” I cackled, trying to swallow down the tears that were burning my eyes.

“Marry you?” I hissed. He stays there on one knee, bringing down his arm that was showing me the ring. 

“I-is there something wrong?” His voice trembles and it feels like my heart is turning to ash in my chest.

“Is there something wrong!?” I raise my voice, stepping back from his crouched figure, “Namjoon, what do you have to offer? What do you have to give that makes you think you could be my husband? We just graduated college and you don’t have a cent to your name because you went and got disowned by your rich parents.” 

He gasps, shocked by my words.

“Y/n, I did that for you and for myself! You’re the one that pushed me to go against my parents plans for me. You said you’d stand by myself.” He exclaims, and stands to his feet, the tears in his eyes not the same happy tears as before. 

“As you do what Namjoon? Write poetry? Help other people put out their shitty works? I need stability. You had that when you were listening to your parents.” My voice trembled towards the end, my resolve breaking with every second. 

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at me and staggered back. It was as if his own realization left him physically drained.

“Y/n…” He pauses, staring down at the ground while tears run down his cheeks.

“Did you only get with me because of my family’s money?”

I love you. Namjoon I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I have no choice Joon, but I need to do this. 

“Of course, I did.” I choke out, “After years of friendship, I knew you had a crush on me so I took it to my advantage...but there is no reason to stay with you now.” 

He looks up from the floor and clutches the velvet box in his hands, “I don’t believe you.” 

“Believe it.” 

“Y/n,” He reaches out, holding a hand of mine in his free one, small pants leaving his lips.

“Y/n, please stop. This has to be a joke right? This is going too far!” He squeezed my hand, pleading with me. Hi eyes stayed on my face, scrutinizing my expression for any sign of a joke. He brings me closer to him, his familiar warmth and scent overpowering my senses. 

He stares down at me, in disbelief and anguish all I could see. I almost broke. I could feel my eyes burning with what was going to be tears. My dearest Namjoon gazed at me with a death grip on my hand, knowing that if he let me go, I’d fly away from him like a balloon.

“Get off of me!” I yelped, taking my hand away from his and pushing him back. 

“Y/n.” His voice broke. The sound alone triggered tears too well in my eyes. I turn my head away from his so he doesn’t see them. I grabbed my bag that sat out the dinner table and rushed out of the restaurant. My heels clicked as I got out of the restaurant and onto the street. I don’t know where I’m walking to but my legs just carry me, wanting to run away from the pain.

《 PRESENT 》

It has been a quiet day. It’s been a quiet week. Mr. Kim only speaks to me when needed, falling to having Sana deliver orders to me, making it so I only see Mr. Kim is passing. No surprise, and no hard feelings. This is probably for the best and if we can keep this up for the next 7 months and 1 week...things will run smoothly.

Mr. Kim is currently out of the office, so I sat at the desk with Sana at my side. She worked on some documents for a presentation Mr. Kim will be having. The rights of a book that will be made in a movie are up for discussion. 

While I am setting up a meeting with authors who are looking to publish with Moonchild Publishings. It was 3:37 PM, 6 PM not feeling too out of reach. The place is filled with the constant tapping of the keyboard and the humming of printers and copy machines. Everything was going as normal. 

I sat in my seat, my black & white checkered flare pants making me wonder if my curves were being shown off a bit too much. Despite Mr. Park’s wandering eyes, I was beginning to think that my outfits showed how hard I was trying.

I wore a simple black long sleeve blouse with some tan heels to bring the outfit together. I did a simple hairstyle and rushed out of the house, waking up a bit later than I usually do. The clouds were grey when I left the house, with a humidity thickness in the air. 

So when I was returning from lunch, which Sana followed me to, I felt the first softy warning drops of a storm come. By the time when I reached the top floor in the elevator, it was a full downpour. Mr. Kim hadn’t left the building. He was out of the office but was somewhere doing business.

He had certain types of meetings that though they were on his schedule, the reasonings were unknown. I don’t ask questions, I answer them so there is no point in asking him for details.

I hear the elevator bing from down the hallway and I assume it’s Mr. Kim made his way back. I don’t plan to even look up, seeing as Mr. Kim doesn’t spare us a glance when he enters, so I stopped standing up to greet him, as Sana still does. 

The coldness we show towards each other hasn’t gone unnoticed, making me think back to something Sana said back at lunch.

“You two really hate each other huh? Like old enemies or something.” She laughs it off and takes another bite of her sandwich.

I’m snapped out of my flashback just in time to hear the click of heels. Heels? That couldn’t be-

I looked up to see another familiar figure. An older Korean woman wearing a straight and non-form fitting white dress with a creme colored bag over her shoulder and nestled in between her armpit.

Her light brown hair was up in a neat bun with a sparkling brooch attached. Her light make-up and freshly done nails gave away the lifestyle she lives. She’s rich, she's well off. Her confident posture and expensive heels show that.

She holds her head high and believes she's above the people that work here. She’s also looking at me. No she’s glaring at me. 

I stare back at her and the feeling of disgust crawls it’s way up my throat. I press my lips tightly against each other, clenching my teeth to force a somewhat presentable smile. 

“Mrs. Kim.” My voice was strained, and my muscles were reeling in discomfort. 

She smiles, that same smile she gave me 3 years ago. Pity. Disgust. Superiority. It was all in her smile. It was a victory smile almost, her eyes showed anger. Anger and confusion. She probably thought she'd gotten rid of me, but here I am. Back in her perfect son’s life.

“Y/n, we meet again,” she pauses, “the unfortunate.”

Sana looks back and forth between both of us, her facial expression going from surprise to confusion and finally understanding. She rises from her seat to say hello to Mrs. Kim. I, on the other hand, do no such thing. 

I stay seated and stiffly look back down at the computer.

Sana sits down again, awkwardly clearing her throat and looking at me as if she wanted to speak. The slight trembling of my fingers gave away that I wasn’t going to speak.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim. Your son is out of the office, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Sana informs her. I continue to type away at the computer, trying to contain the rage that was causing a sense of anxiety over my body. 

This cursed, evil, and wicked woman. I look up from the computer screen

“That’s fine. I’ll wait in his office.” She answers Sana but keeps her eyes on me. She slowly turns around, happy that I’m watching her. I forget where I am for a moment and roll my eyes at the older woman just as the door to the office closed behind her. 

I looked over to my right and met Sana’s blank facial expression. 

“I’m not gonna ask any questions.” She says.

“Good.” I deadpan and look at the computer screen. I pretend that I don’t feel Sana’s stare linger on my profile. However, I couldn’t help the feeling of heat rising in my body. My body temperature was going up as my anger increased. I forgot how much I hated that woman. I forgot how STUPID she thought I was. Yet in the end, I was exactly what she always accused me of being. 

A lousy woman that would take money over her son. That’s exactly what I did. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my movements stopping but the trembling of my fingers continuing. 

“Y/n?” Sana called. As if a thin string of my sanity snapped, I stood up from my seat, causing Sana to flinch at the unexpected movement. My breathing becomes labored while I stare at the closed double doors of Mr. Kim’s office. 

Who was the real winner in any of this? Did I get what I wanted out of our stupid deal? Did she get what she wanted? She must have, her smug smile burned into my frontal lobe. It’ll probably hunt me in my dreams, and any random thought of it in the future will cause me anger. 

Like an embarrassing memory that makes you shiver up and regret your decisions. That’s exactly what I’m feeling. I stomped away from the desk and down the hallway, those white walls leaving me to be drowned in my thoughts. I have to find the bathroom. I know there is one in this hallway somewhere. 

I keep my eyes low, stomping quickly to seek a place I can let out my scream of frustration. 

It isn’t till I crash into something hard that my parade is stopped. The scent is familiar but not comforting, causing my stomach to drop. 

“Ms. L/n?” Mr. Kim's voice held no concern but confusion. Why was I not at my desk doing the work that was expected of me? I continued to look down, only staring at his expensive dress shoes and the carpet. 

I took a small step back, my hands balling into fists to keep from reigning my anger onto him. He didn’t deserve that. If anyone is a victim here, it’s Namjoon. I have no right to take this out on him. I also had no right to waltz into his life as I did. He knows that, though not for the same reason as Mrs. Kim and me.

“Sir, I’ll be there in a moment, you have a guest waiting for you in your office.” I take a step to the right, hoping to bypass him, but he mimics me, blocking my way again.

“Where are you going?” He questions, this time crossing his arms over his chest. I don’t have to see his face to know he’s looking down at me with his jaw clenched. In the last 3 weeks, I’ve realized he does that when he suspects I’m up to something. Or what he thinks I’m bullshitting. 

All those suspicions only being grounded in personal feelings, seeing as my work here has been nearly perfect. I picked up on his routine quickly and moved before I had to be told. His charcoal grey three-piece suit looked like a smooth fabric. Something else with a combination of silk. A sign of wealth. 

I almost chuckle to myself at the bitter aftertaste of my choices. I couldn’t even want Namjoon back. It would only play into the gold digger impression I had him believe. I mean, no one expected a small-time publishing company to explode in success in its first two years, then dominate in its third. The 25-year-old CEO became a millionaire. 

Whether it was due to any assistance from his parents, I can’t be sure but...it makes me wonder if he would have still succeeded with me at his side. If I have to lie to myself and say he needed me gone to grow like this, I’ll do it. It makes me feel better. 

I take in a deep breath and slowly look at Namjoon, my eyes moving over his suit and the dark red tie, before meeting his cold eyes. 

I mustered up a smile, while oozed with sarcasm. So unprofessional of me. But this whole work atmosphere is unprofessional. The conflicts of interest would make any businesswoman lose her shit. 

“The bathroom.” I answer, “I am allowed to use the bathroom, aren't I, sir?”

He doesn’t acknowledge the testing edge to my words but asks another question. 

“What guest did you let in my office?” The beginning of him scolding me. I could feel it. My eyes fluttered close in frustration.

“Have you forgotten the rules I laid before? Any meetings that weren’t on my schedule should be turned away. I do not pencil people in-”

“It’s your mother, sir.” My eyes open after saying, “The guest in the office is your mother. She let herself into your office, I was not going to argue with her.” 

His face relaxes from displeasure to...discomfort? He groans and runs his hands over his face before staring at the carpeted floor for a moment. 

“What is that woman doing here?” He says under his breath. I could barely catch it, but there was disgust and unhappiness dripping off the words. My brows furrowed, not expecting that. Their relationship wasn’t repaired after I left?

I bite my lip to hide the victorious smirk that threatens to appear on my lips.

“Carry on.” Mr. Kim says without a glance back at me. He walks past me, no urgency in his movements. I continued down the hallway, past the elevator, and further down till I came to the bathroom marked for women. I was lucky enough to find it empty. I stood there staring at myself in the mirror, feeling like I was having an out of body experience. 

This is what people mean when they say your decisions always come back to haunt you. 

I clear my throat and let out a scream of frustration, knowing that anyone who gets off the elevator at this moment could probably hear it up the hallway.  

  But I don’t care. I need to let this out. I scream against, this time bringing my foot up to kick an innocent stall door.  

《 PAST 》

I don’t belong here. Anyone could tell that I don’t belong here. The eyes of every person that I met held the question of, “What are you doing at a restaurant like this?” 

I was wondering the same thing. I was wondering about all types of things. Why did Mrs. Kim call me here? Why did she tell me not to tell Namjoon? Was she ready to stop forcing her and Mr. Kim senior’s dreams onto Joon and to let him do what he wants?

I bet she is still a bit shocked at Joon taking himself out of the family. He was disowned but also removed himself. The Kims weren’t expecting such action from their son. He was only 21 years old, almost 22, and fresh out of college with the Business degree they forced on him.

The world isn’t easy, so he surely wasn’t serious about throwing his family away? But he did. 

They blame me. The whole family blames me and that’s okay. I was the one encouraging to do such a thing, so I’ll carry my weight of responsibility. I, however, can’t wait to tell her that both Joon and I are doing great without their money. It’s only been a few months since he was disowned, but I haven’t seen Joon so happy in all my years of knowing him.

“I’m here to meet Mrs. Kim?” I said to the host. She nodded, looking me up and down before motioning for me to follow her. I wore a simple tee and some jeans with sneakers. I wasn’t going to dress up for this woman. With how she moves about things, I doubt we’ll be eating anything.

The restaurant was huge, seeming to have different wings and sections for people who wanted to be away from others. I try not to gawk at the luxurious decor, noticing the judgemental looks from the host who was in front of me.

The hostess brings me to a small circular table where Mrs. Kim sat waiting. Her focus was on the table cloth. She traced the small details of the white and gold table cloth, not even looking up as I took my seat. 

“Y/n.” She says sternly, putting her dark gaze on me. 

“How would you like to make a deal?” She continues. My brows furrow and I cock my head to the side. I think for a moment before laughing. 

“Is this like those dramas where you give me a check to leave Joon? Mrs. Kim...you must be joking? You didn’t really call me here for this?” I keep laughing but her stone-cold facial expression doesn’t change. 

“I just want my son back.” She hisses.

“You can have your son back Mrs. Kim. You just need to understand his--” She cuts me off, frustration appearing on her face for a split second.

“You don’t understand, do you? Namjoon is never gonna open his arms to us as he did before! I don’t know what nonsense you put into his head, but if you get out of the picture, any last strands of this riff will be gone.’

“Excuse me?” I say.

“I don’t leave loose ends Y/n. You are a loose end of this rebellious and hard patch I’ve been having with my son. Which is why I simply cannot let you stay.” She smirks, reaching for the glass of water that was sitting in front of her this whole time.

She can’t be serious! What type of entitled selfish--

“Namjoon is going to ask you to marry him.” She states after getting a sip of water. 

My breath is knocked out of me, “H-huh?”

“You heard me right,” she gives me a pointed look. As if she couldn’t believe that I didn’t see this coming. 

“He told me himself Y/n….at least during an argument he did. Seeing as there is no ring on your finger,” Her eyes flicker to my hands that sat on the table, “He hasn’t asked you yet.”

She wasn’t giving me time to move past the initial shock of Namjoon’s proposal. He’s going to ask me to marry him?

I brought a hand to my chest, trying to catch my birth. 

“Y/n, I’m sure it’ll be a lovely ceremony,” She pauses, “too bad Luna won’t be there.” 

My happy mood is lost. The surprised smile left my lips while my face twisted up in pain. 

“E-excuse me?”

“Your sister Luna,” She gives an ungenuine pout, “Poor girl is sick right? And from what I heard getting worse.” My eyes burn and blur with tears. She’s right.

Luna is getting worse and worse. They say she’ll need surgery soon because her odds aren’t looking good. Namjoon has done his best to be the supportive rock for us both. Luna already believes her time is coming to an end and I have to smile and tell her to stay hopeful, all while having the same thoughts.

She has been on the waiting list for a heart transplant for the last 2 years and we’re still nowhere near where we need to be. As if I could even afford the surgery once she gets a transplant. 

The doctor told me it’ll be another 3 years before she could get a heart donor, and in the same breath told me she wouldn’t last a year without one. Life is cruel.

Mrs. Kim isn’t phased by my tears, and through my blurred vision, I think she smiles wider. 

“Y/n,” She leans close as if she has a secret she’s been dying to tell me. Her dark eyes were now bright with mischief. 

“Reject Namjoon’s proposal. Tell him you’re done with him and turn your back on him. That’s all I need from you and I can get your sister moved up on the transplant list. I could get her ready for surgery by tomorrow if I wanted to. I’ll pay for everything.”

I leaned back in the seat, a sob ripping through my chest at her proposition. My hands fell into my lap and I looked down at them.

“I mean, you’re not going to let your precious sister die are you?” She egged on, making my sobs grow stronger, “A big sister should do everything in their power to save their siblings right?”

Namjoon’s smiling face flashed into my mind, followed by my sister’s face. She sat there weak and scared in her hospital bed with a small smile on her lips.

“At least I'll be able to see mom soon.” She said softly. 

I bring my hand up to my chest, slouching over in my seat with my hand gripping at the fabric of my shirt. It feels like my heart is tightening up. Growing tight in the grips of the reality of what’s in front of me. 

The pain was running throughout my whole being, leaving me unable to speak words. 

“So are you going to pick Namjoon or Luna? What will the choice be Y/n?”

I don’t know how long I’m sitting there crying but Mrs. Kim doesn’t stop me, watching me with judgmental eyes. It might have been the tears in my eyes but for a small second, I thought I saw some sadness in her eyes. 

I struggled to catch my breath, sniffling, and wiping the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hands.

“So what will it be?” She asks when my breathing returns to normal.

I clench my teeth, fighting off the second wave of tears that tickled my eyes. 

“I-I’ll...I’ll leave Namjoon. I’ll do it.” 

《 PRESENT》

I walk out of the bathroom, knowing I was already 5 minutes past the appropriate time someone takes to use the bathroom. I walk down the hallway, my steps quick to get back to my desk before Mr. Kim has a reason to yell at me. 

I meet an angry Mrs. Kim coming in the opposite direction. When we lay our eyes on each other, other steps slow, leaving us in a silent staring match. We stood about 4 yards from each other, the tension being so thick, I thought I could feel it around me.

“Seems like your son still hates you.” I jeer with a grin.

She snickers, taking slow strides towards me, “What? Does it make you feel like you’re a winner?” She looks me up and down with the same look of pity she gave me while I sobbed in front of her 3 years ago.

“All I know is that you weren’t able to repair that so-called relationship with your son. You should have known I had nothing to do with that.”

She stops just as she’s walking past me, her eyes forward while she stood right beside me. 

“Don’t worry Y/n...knowing that the questions of ‘What If’ that haunt you at night will always cause you to hate yourself, is all I need. In the end...only a fool would think they’ve won such a battle.”

Her words make my blood run cold, and I grow stiff as she continues to waltz away, stopping at the elevators. I stand there frozen long enough to hear the ding as the doors open, and the ding as they close.

It seems this time around, there are no winners after all. Just two losses and a casualty that is the one and only Kim Namjoon.

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Alrightty! So the story can finally start to really get moving! I’m excited! :D

There were people who told me they wanted to be on the taglist for this but i sadly lost the list I had! 

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I’m excited to see what you think of it and how you think things will progress. 

[pearl484-blog]

Overall, I think Keyseeker is right, but for the sake of argument, I'd be willing to try it.

Alright. So Gabriel dies and is brought back. It probably wouldn't change anything with Gabriel. "Oh my God, I almost died" is the same to the mind as "Oh my God, I died and came back". It might even be less of an effect on him if he ends up on the ground since he wouldn't remember. BUT this could be seen by someone else.

Everyone else missed how Gabriel almost died the first time. But it's a lot harder to miss it falling to the ground where people can see, especially if someone is filming it.

Now from here, we have a few choices. We can focus on the impact of an outsider seeing the death and reserrection, or we could focus on Adrien and Nathalie's reaction to the death. After all, Adrien is there as Chat Noir, and if someone has a video of Gabriel falling to his death, it'd Nathalie.

The Outsider

First, let's explore the outsider. We could do the normal route of a stranger witnessing the horror of seeing someone brainwashed willing jump to their deaths, convinced they'll fly and believing it all the way until they hit the ground. They never scream. They're never afraid. They don't ever realize that they're about to die.

Then they hit the ground. It's horrible and messy and the body's mangled almost (or perhaps totally) beyond recognition. Then the Miraculous Ladybug. Ladybug just fixed it, and there's not a scratch on the guy. He doesn't even remember. The outsider quietly realizes the implications and is disturbed.

Which is okay, fine. Good for a short fic or MAYBE one episode, but we're looking for a change. A big one.

So, the outsider is now Alya. She's the one who sees this, and she's the one who's horrified. She realizes that things are not like the way things are in the comics, and she's shaken to the core.

Alya withdraws and stops taking as many risks. Marinette, Nino, and all of her family members start to worry. Yes, she's not trapaizing through the streets, practically daring any akumas to threaten her, but she's also scared. She thought the heroes were invincible, but what if they're not? And those feelings, that introspection is seeping into the Ladyblog, for good and for ill.

Marinette is a fixer though. So Ladybug would come and talk to Alya and give her a pep talk. It'd cheer Alya up, reassure her, but she'll never be the same brash, fearless teenager she was. She'll be just a bit more thoughtful, a bit more cautious, and a bit more hesitant.

I can see a time-line where this Alya thinks a bit more into the future and doesn't charge in QUITE as much. This could lead to some good things, like Alya being more insightful and understanding of the heroes, but it would also potentially deprive us of the Alya who would stand up to an akuma in her PJs, loudly giving it a tongue lashing for daring to interfere in HER bestie's love life and illuminating the error of it's ways.

Adrien

Focusimg on Adrien, unfortunately, would not change the plot very much. He already wants to spend time with his father, but can't, and he already knows that he's not completely invincible a la Emilie.

Anything focusing on this would have to be very introspective and focus on the little things. Maybe he focuses a bit more of civilian rescues, or he freezes whenever something happens that reminds him of the issue, or he talks to Ladybug about it. The last one would be difficult and unlikely because -while Adrien is a feelings person- he is very hesitant to discuss his OWN feelings -especially with Ladybug. Those more depressing and complex feelings seem to be something that he struggles with talking about more than other feelings.

Sorry, Adrien. I love writing you, and I could get some feels outta this, but nothing plot shattering.

Nathalie

Nathalie is usually pretty unshakable, but she has a soft spot for Adrien and Season 5 shows she's vulnerable to the "don't make Adrien an orphan" deal. Neither she nor Hawkmoth have hardened their resolve in Season 1, so she may try to get Gabriel to quit.

He almost died after all. There's too many risks, and making the family whole again is useless if Adrien becomes an orphan. Gabriel might dismiss her. He took a big risk, but it's fine. He's okay. If it makes her feel better he won't take any big risks like that again.

This removes Gorizilla and Style Queen from this time-line, since those are major risks. Gorizilla because Gabriel is INTENTIONALLY sending an akuma after Adrien (even if it is his bodyguard who loves him, akumas still try to kill their loved ones if they're upset). Style Queen because Gabriel deliberately antagonizes someone to make a powerful akuma that hates HIM (and will also be near Adrien, but Gabriel never seems to think 'huh, I'm turning someone into a psychotic, reality-bending, nigh-invincible monster with anger issues. This might be a risk to my non-superpowered, squishy son'). We'll get back to these in a second.

This would also cause a fight about the Collector. After all, akumatizing yourself is a risk, and Gabriel promised not to do that sort of thing anymore, but Gabriel’s had that planned as a contingency for awhile now, and thought it was a risk not to. Nathalie might shoot off that Gabriel could've trusted her to be the Butterfly, but Gabriel didn't think of that. He wouldn't have seen himself as needing her like that, because he had a brilliant idea, and why would he need to discuss that with her?

Nathalie would also be increasingly opposed to akumas near Adrien. After all, she's VERY aware of their mortality now, and these akumas have a tendency to target nearby innocent victims, and who is squishy, innocent, and goes to the nearest high school full of hormone addled teenagers and their dramatics?

This would cause more tension after Despair Bear, where she realizes that Gabriel deliberately targeted Chloe’s party, knowing Adrien would be there. Gabriel might argue that it was just a mind control akuma, and he had it under control, but now Nathalie's on high alert.

Riposte is an akuma that DELIBERATELY targeted Adrien, so that would tick off Nathalie something awful. Gabriel might say that he had it under control. Adrien was nowhere near that akuma, and he distracted her, but even the most bare-boned investigation by Nathalie would reveal that is most certainly not the case, and Adrien was nearly shredded.

At this point, we have a few choices. We can have Nathalie make plans to leave Gabriel and possibly kidnap Adrien. However, Nathalie's smart enough to realize that might not work, so she'd probably stay or betray him in the middle of the night while he's asleep. Either way, good character drama for all 3 options. Season 5 makes me lean towards she would choose to stay, but Season 5 Nathalie isn't afraid for Adrien's life so it's something you can argue.

Now, if she stays, we still need to deal with Gorizilla and Style Queen, the two biggest risks (in Gabriel’s eyes) in Season 2. Now, Gorizilla starts because Gabriel suspects Adrien of being Chat Noir. Since he can't take risks anymore, why not just steal it? Now, he can't pay someone to steal it, or he'd risk the person fleeing as soon as they realize what they have, so he'd need to do it himself, get Nathalie to do it, or get an akuma to do it.

If he gets an akuma or Nathalie to do it, he risks upsetting Nathalie and possibly losing what little loyalty he has left, unless he's very convincing. Afterall, he's trying to steal from his own son, and if he uses an akuma, once again, Adrien is soft and squishy. Good for a high stakes argument to show both points of view and Nathalie's view on how things would change if Adrien is Chat Noir.

If Gabriel tries on his own, maybe foreseeing Nathalie's objection, he might wake Adrien up in the act, spook him and cause fallout from that. Perhaps Adrien would run. Perhaps he'd seek help from Ladybug or Nino. Maybe he'd give up the ring to protect Plagg.

Or, if you ascribe to the senti-monster theory, he could just order Adrien to hand it over or reveal himself.

If Gabriel succeeds in getting the ring, he can now justify to himself that he's so close, but that might not fly with Nathalie. Maybe this is the last straw. Maybe she can't watch this madness.

If he's controlling Adrien, she might balk, make plans to take Adrien and run. This was all for Adrien and the family. And now, he's the one hurting Adrien, making him into a puppet (oh the hypocrisy). This time though, there's a chance that Adrien wouldn't just be resistant. He might actually fight her, and he might not even have a choice to do so.

Or with Style Queen not happening, Chloe never becomes the Bee. Marinette never makes her a hero, and she never attempts to live up to a hero's reputation. Miracle Queen wouldn't happen either. Gabriel’s plan would be vastly different. He'd have to target Kagami, whose weaknesses aren't as exploitable as Chloe's, and even then, I must wonder, would he go after family to get Ladybug to repeat her pattern of recruiting family members of akumas or no?

AU where Gabriel died during Simon Says and was resurrected by Ladybug's powers.

I doubt that would change anything honestly.