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livelaughlovekny · 1 year

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Reuniting with Muichirou in the Afterlife

Summary: You reunite with Muichirou in the Afterlife (+Mini bonus)

There were no gifts. There was no partying till midnight like your previous birthdays. It was just you and your last few minutes alive. You stroked the area where your mark had been gently, not regretting it at all. As much as you enjoyed spending your remaining years with your friends, you were never able to let yourself get too attached to anyone. You sighed softly to yourself, patiently waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

In the Afterlife, a reunited family wandered around. Joyful laughter and shouts of excitement resounded. A father and his healthy wife smiled to themselves as they watched their two children chase each other. The younger one teasing and laughing at the older one who was chasing him. “Haha, you’re too slow, older brother!” The younger one shouted gleefully and then he stopped altogether. Something, someone called for him. For his soul. And he knew who it was.

There was only one soul who could control his every being. And he has waited too long. He ran, and to where he knew. To the one, to his one and only. He only felt the pull. He only knew he was running to it. He heard a distant voice shouting, shouting for his one, his reason. Was it him? Was it him shouting for his dear? As he ran, he changed back to when they were together, as if every part of him knew.

Everything faded and the view changed to a field of lilies, dandelions and lavenders. You reached up to your head and felt something. It was a flower wreath. You looked up and saw him. Your eyes connected with his. And all of a sudden, you were fourteen and deeply in love again. “Ah.”

Arms engulfing you, a sob escaped him. Your arms slowly went up to wrap around him. Gently patting his back, your eyes stung and a tear slid down your cheek. Then another, and another, and tears just kept flowing down. “How have you been? Did you reunite with your family?” You smiled as you gently pulled back from the hug. Sniffling, Muichirou nodded. Smiling warmly, you brush away his tears and laugh softly. “It seems you’ve healed. I’m glad to see you expressing your emotions more strongly now.” Examining his face, you felt relieved. He was happy and healthy. And he was here, in front of you. Finally, after eleven long years, he was by your side again.

“I’m so glad I get to see you again.” You smiled and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheeks. “Me too. I miss you so much.” You sat down and gestured at him to do the same. You tilted your head to the side and studied him, trying to carve his features into his mind. You realised after eleven years, the image and memories of him you had had softened around the edges. A smile graced your face. It doesn’t matter, he was here now.

Fidgeting slightly under your scrutiny, Muichirou still couldn’t but be in awe of you. “What did you do after the war ended?” He felt guilty for not being able to see you win. To see you survive. He remembered anxiously waiting for the sun to rise and the relief that flooded him when you didn’t appear in the Afterlife. Bringing himself out of his thoughts, Muichirou focused on your voice.

“Well, at first, I lived in my estate but after a few months I decided to live in yours. Yours felt more like home.” You smiled sheepishly but smugly at the same time. “My days consisted of me watering plants I planted, visiting Tanjirou and his friends, and going to the Butterfly Estate for checkups and such. On birthdays, everyone would go to their estate to throw a party and celebrate. Occasionally I would visit the Ubuyashiki family. It was nice, everything was so peaceful and pleasant. I just wished more of us got to experience it.” You smiled sadly.

Muichirou tentatively reached for your hand, you noticed his actions and entwined your hands together. He smiled. “Would you like to see my family? I think they’re wondering where I went.” You laughed. “That would be nice.” Getting up, Muichirou doesn’t let go of your hand and gently tugs you forward, guiding you in the direction where he came from. The scenery changed again. Three figures appeared. You tilted your head to the side, one was a man, another a woman and one looked identical to Muichirou. “That’s your twin right?” You paused. “That was a stupid question, I’m sorry.” The woman chuckled.

“Don’t be, dear. You must be the one Mui keeps talking about.” Hearing her words, you smirked slightly at Muichirou who avoided your gaze as the tip of his ears turned pink. “I suppose I am. I’m glad to finally meet his family.” Smiling, you bowed slightly. “You seem too good for that idiot.” Yuichirou pointed out as he stuck his tongue out at Muichirou. Glaring at him, Muichirou holds your hand tighter. Biting back your laughter, you rubbed soothing circles over Muichirou’s hand. The banter continued.

You had fun. You truly did enjoy spending time with Muichirou and his family. But you knew. Slowly slipping your hand away from him, you take a small step back. He stares at you knowingly and sadly. Tiptoeing, you pat his head and laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll see you next time. Maybe we’ll last longer in our next life.” The scenery changed again. The both of you were in the same field of flowers like before. Removing the wreath on your hand, you place it in Muichirou’s hands. “Give it back to me if you love me in our next life together.” Slowly caressing your face, he looks at you, the sadness visible in his eyes. “Our paths will always intersect and I will always love you.” He presses a soft kiss against your cheek and you fade away with the scenery, smiling at him.

Bonus: Giggling, you ran around in a flower field and tackled your friend. “What were you doing, Mui?” Soft innocent eyes looked up at you, Muichirou beamed and held out a flower wreath to you. “Look! I made a wreath for you!” He stood up and placed it gently on your head, careful not to mess or tug your hair. Muichirou smiles proudly and happily. “You look so cute!”

a/n: was originally a request but posted separately since the request contained manga spoilers oh and I’m really bad at angst so I’m so so sorry oml

#demonslayer #kny #kny fanfic #kny x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #demon slayer #fluff #kny muichiro #drabble #slight angst

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gunkbaby · 5 months

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All Of Shuu’s TG Calender Appearances! (In Chronological Order!)

*this was initially just gonna be a twitter thread but I’m posting it here first bc is easier to draft and arrange. :) Wrote the little information cards that are under the pics and will try to image ID them for the text late one.

Under a cut bc there are twenty-four of them! Enjoy! <3

(I believe the image below is from an anime calender? Or something? I’m not sure.)

January 12th - Skiiing Day

On January 12, 1911, Major Lerch of the Austrian Army first taught a young officer in the Niigata Prefecture how to ski. Be careful when doing tricks!

February 6th - Blog Day

Based on bu (2) rogu (6). A blog post from Shuu, it reads: “February 6 Have you heard of a flower called the ‘Hardenbergia’? It is also called a ‘Komachifuji’ and as its name suggests, it blooms with lovely purple petals. And here is the usual Tsukiyama Shuu’s Flower Language Corner. In flower language, a Hardenbergia refers to: “A fateful encounter.” “Happiness will unexpectedly drop in.” …and the like. There’s also “a miraculous miracle”… —But this is what I think. Encounters are always fateful, and reunions are always miraculous. Fate, miracles, our world is filled with such. This moment is also a miracle.” The comments feature Touka being quite rude, Kaneki adding little of importance, and Yomo not understanding technology.

February 13th - Bank Robbery Day

On February 13th, 1866, the first ever successful bank robbery took place in America by Jesse James.

February 25th - Hori Chie’s Birthday

Hori was Tsukiyama Shuu’s classmate in Seinan High School. Hori treats Tsukiyama as her photographic subject and despite Tsukiyama being a ghoul, she doesn’t fear him. Tsukiyama in return finds her intriguing and treats her as a pet. Their relationship continues on until now making them long-time acquaintances. Whether they have a good relationship or not, it’s difficult to say for sure.

March 3rd - Tsukiyama Shuu’s Birthday. (Obviously.)

Happy Birthday, Tsukiyama Shu.

March 26th - Untitled.

No text.

March 31st - Untitled.

The inauguration (to celebrate the completion of the structure) of the Eiffel Tower in Paris was held today. I wonder if Tsukiyama has ever been to France before.

April 28th - Nice Bath Day no. 3

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May 1st - Untitled. Shu’s second blog post.

This blog reads as follows: ‘Hey, everyone. We have now entered May, yes? Speaking of May 1, it is a custom in France to send muguet (Lily of the Valley) as a present to the person you love on this day. And the recipient is said to be visited by great fortune.” Now then, upon hearing the words ‘the person you love’, whose face do you picture in your mind? How about giving flowers as gifts to him?…Or her? …With that said, that beloved person you just thought of may already be a happy person at this point. Shu.’

May 11th - Salvador Dali’s Birthday

The Persistence of Memory. “I saw three soft Shuus. One of them had a deplorable figure that hanged down from the branch of the olive tree.”

May 27th - Hyakunin Isshu Day

No. 86 Saigo Hoshi “Should I blame the moon, for bringing forth this sadness, as if it pictured grief? Lifting up my troubled face, I regard it through my tears.” Grief? Is that what you’re trying to say, moon? I don’t think so. Did I only just want to blame the moon for this sadness?

May 28th - Fireworks Day.

On this day in 1733, fireworks were launched for the first time for a festival in Ryogoku. The festival was first held by the 8th shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate, Yoshimune, in order to calm the spirits of the dead who fell to the great famine and cholera in the previous years. Now, it is held annually as water god festivies to ward off evil spirits. (Note: turn up the brightness or stare very hard for a long time. He is there, I promise.)

June 9th - 6th Ward Day

A huge amount of members were sacrificed during the annihilation of ‘Aogiri’s Hideout’ in the 11th Ward. Afterwards, Kaneki left ‘Anteiku’ in order to follow Rize’s footsteps and entered a new world, the ‘6th Ward’, alongside Tsukiyama and Banjou.

June 25th - Spaceyama.

No text. Shuu gets a cow and a Strange Thing and his father is proud.

July 20th - The Day of the Moon Landing

On 1969, the human race landed for the first time on the moon in the spacecraft, Apollo 11. At that time, Commander Armstrong sent a message to Earth saying, “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”.

August 6th - Handsome Day

Based on ha (8) nsa mu (6).

August 27th -Miyazawa Kenji’s Birthday

A poet and writer of fairy tales who was based in his hometown of Iwate. The paradise of his work was given the name ‘Ihatov’.

In his masterpiece “The Restaurant of Many Orders”, two young men went hunting in the forest, got lost, and strayed into a restaurant called ‘Wildcat House’. The irony of it all is when the two instead became the food.

September 21st - Fashion Show Day

On this day in 1927, the first fashion show in Japan took place in kimono shop called Mitsukoshi in Ginza. At that time, kimonos were mainstream.

September 8th - TG’s 5th Year Anniversary

Serialization strted on Weekly Young Jump No. 41 which was sold on this day in 2011. Thank you very much for reading.

September 9th - Rollcake Day

Based on how the cross section of a rollcake forms a ‘9’. June 6th is also called ‘Rollcake Day’ for a similar reason.

September 16th - Match Day

On this day in 1948, freely selling previously rationed matches was accepted.

October 14th - Glasses No.2

No text.

October 25th - World Pasta Day

On this day in 1995, the World Pasta Congress was held in Italy.

October 26th - Kishimen Day

Kishimen is a slick type of noodle that’s thin and wide in width. Based on tsu (2) ru (6) which means ‘slick’ or ‘slippery’. It is also considered the ‘autumn of appetite’.

December 23rd - Palindrome Day 3

‘Intimidating, Tsukiyama… Will you get burned?’

December 29th - Chanson Day

On this day in 1990, a long-established Chanson cafe in Gonzales called ‘Ginpan’ went out of business. The place was known as a gateway to success for Chanson singers.

Ok I think that’s all :)

Tell me if I have missed one, I will edit. Sorry, am tired from exam prep, hopefully this is okay. I love you so much. I feel like Shuu is always home for me in stressful times.

I’m planning to do one of these for Kanae and Rize too. I can do other characters I guess afterwards.

I own this calender. I think I might like a second one to cut out and make postcards with to go on my Shuu shrine.

#Goodness. I hope this is all correct #It took me so long #that second blog post always makes me sad :(#Bless you shuu #Thank you for being a part of my life #shuu tsukiyama #Tokyo ghoul #shuucore #gunk #tg gunk #tg calender

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earl-grey-teacake · 9 months

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omg hello! your brain is truly so big for this idea… george coaching logan lives rent free in my mind at all times and their minimal interactions bring me life fr 🥺🥺 now.. very important question.. WHO adopted logan first? alex as his current teammate or george as his long-time mentor? i also have this insane image in my mind of george making a powerpoint titled “7 step plan on how to win oscar’s heart / why he’s definitely in love with you don’t be stupid / we need to talk about your (lack) or self esteem” . yea there are three topics but alex has sighed deeply and provided snacks to keep them going. and also the idea of carlando adopting oscar?? it’s a very strange dynamic bc lando is so excitable he’s def not a parent figure and oscar and carlos are still squinting suspiciously at each others for sure. maybe the three of them are using their combined 8 brain cells to come up with a game plan for wooing logan? and they’re just sitting their arguing over flower symbolism and lando and carlos genuinely almost break up over how worked up they both get. i know this ask got out of control but bestie.. your mind is so large and i am obsessedddd w this idea

Hello! Thank you so much! Very happy to hear that the ideas my brain makes up in the middle of the night are appreciated!🥰

To answer your question, Alex adopted Logan first. I see George keeping his distance, close but still professional. Alex, as both an eldest sibling and having gone through 2021, is very sympathetic to Logan. He sees the spiraling, he understands being alone as your parents are dealing with their own issues, and he knows what it feels like to be left behind while the friends you joined F1 with go on ahead. When Logan stops answering his texts and James brings up his worries, Alex is at Logan’s door telling him to pack up and come over to his place. George starts off in a “I’m here to help but mainly because Alex wants to do this and I love Alex” and quickly becomes “i am onboard with helping you, here is a list of therapists I have complied, please pick one.”

George is absolutely making PowerPoints. It starts off with “No one on the grid or your team hates you + with proof from the group chat” to “Your lack of self-esteem is alarming and we are all a bit worried” before becoming “Oscar is in love with you + photographic evidence.” George’s love language is PowerPoints. When he was getting Alex that Williams seat, I imagined him cornering people with a laptop in hand and a PowerPoint titled “Alex Albon’s Achievements: Why he is a perfect fit for Williams”. Alex is ordering take out and providing commentary on the slides, and questioning where certain photos came from.

I see Carlando adopting Oscar not in a parental way, but more in a “I have more life experience so let me tell you why ghosting your friend and crush is a bad idea”. They absolutely brainstorm ways to woo Logan but they keep failing because Logan thinks Oscar is doing this to apologize for not talking to him for a month/forgetting his birthday and Oscar is slowly going insane because nothing works and in every interaction Logan looks sadder and sadder. Carlos and Lando are definitely getting worked up because it was never this hard when they got together .

Your idea with the flower language is genius, can I write that in the fic? I am thinking of a scene like

“No, Lando we cannot put yellow roses in the arrangement. They mean decrease of love, that’s an awful flower to include.”

“How about orange lilies? There aren’t exactly a ton of papaya or orange flowers to choose from.”

“No! Orange lilies mean hatred. We should be starting simple like pink roses and baby breaths.”

“Those options are basic. They don’t have personality to them. It looks like Oscar just went to a supermarket and picked it up. How is anyone supposed to feel special receiving a standard supermarket bouquet?”

“I wouldn’t know Lando. You never got me flowers before so I don’t know how I would feel receiving a supermarket bouquet?”

This ask was super fun to answer! Thank you so much for sending it❤️ I am also obsessed with it and am drafting outlines to write it. Please feel free to send more asks. I really love answering them.

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igotsnothing · 9 months

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Simblr Gratitude Day

Ok, ok- I was stuck at work until late today and didn't see this outpouring of awesomeness early enough.

Thank you, @simstrashkingdom, @lynzishell, @thebramblewood, @stargazer-sims and @maxfaiden, for remembering me and tagging me! It was honestly such a sweet surprise to find! It's really special- I hope you know that! And, of course: right back at you! ❤️

It may be a small thing, but I am truly grateful for all the kind support I've found here. "I love my moots" is a tag I use often and honestly. I joined Simblr at the end of March not really knowing what to expect. I appreciate all the friends I've met and the interactions I've had with so many talented people!

I tend to ramble, so I'll try to get to the point: every comment, DM, reblog, and "like" makes my day and makes me so happy. I want to especially show love and appreciation to the following people, who make my Simblr such a good place to hang out in:

@alinelie- My simblr birthday buddy! I love her ocs, her aesthetic, her ability to convey so much through her images! @damseljamsel, who is genuine- I mentioned feeling out of sorts once and she was right there, with kind words, offering an ear, and cheering me up. She also puts up with my completely out-of-control comments about her awesome stories. You're a good person, Damsel! STAY GOLD, PONYBOY! @agena87- an early moot who is super creative and has been learning and growing and sharing so many amazing images! They're also super cool and supportive! And there's @crabbeychick, who is sweet and generous with her comments and goes along with my wackiness (and drives our getaway car and feeds me snacks to keep me happy quiet). I hope that in 2024, you'll feel ready to share more about your OCs- I really enjoyed the little bit you let us glimpse! @akitasimblr is such a treasure- generous, so talented and fun- and Alexander Burns better find a way into Nat's family! 😆 @simarcana hasn't been around as much, but I hope they know how much their encouragement meant to me when I started posting here! They're funny and cool and their edits and ocs are everyone's favorites, with good reason!

I also want to send a virtual hug (or nod- whichever is more comfortable!) to these simblrs- some older friends, some newer- who always, always make me happy when I see them here: @silentsundown, @lynxsimago, @merrymomo, @eljeebee, @izayoichan, @smok3inm1rrors, @aheathen-conceivably, @theosconfessions, @aurorangen, @nata1997, @lilamausmaus @moonfromearth

And because this is about gratitude, I want to let the following super talented, big-league player simblrs know that they are so inspiring and bring so much heart and beauty to this game and community! @rebouks, @cinamun, @pralinesims, @lilis-palace, @strangestorytellersims, @arcanewonder, @panterabsims

...And I will never miss an opportunity to brag and gush about @greighish/@maxfaiden. I don't want to overdo it and bug you again, but I mean it from the heart when I say that you and your friendship are the best, most unexpected gifts I received when I joined Tumblr. I'm looking forward to sharing more books and music and marvelous and whimsical ephemera with you in the year to come! Thank you for always making me feel seen and welcome. *Bows* (*Immediately loses balance and topples to the side*)

#simblr gratitude day #simblr gratitude 2023 #i love my moots #and all the good peeps #who make this little corner of the internet so bright

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george228732 · 4 months

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Good morning! I hope you are having a wonderful birthday for today q(≧▽≦q) !! I have always loved your art and stories, and I loved your art and writing. I made two, very contrasting styles, illustrations for your birthday gift. I am sorry about tumblr making colors and quality of the images worse. Anyways I hope i can make up to it!! Thank you and and once again have a very happy birthday!! o(*^▽^)/ ♪ .｡.:*☆

(Illustrators note: I was thinking about to draw Red Spider Lilies to symbolize death with the second illustration but I figured not. Also shhhh i did not forget their wings and tail . I hope you like it !! )

OMG

I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS??? HELLO?? I UH AM SPEECHLESS???? WOWWWW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAJSJFJDJCJDJJCJXJDJDJDJDKFKF THANK YOU SO MUCH WHAT IS THIS THIS IS SUCH A DETAILED GIFT!!!!!!!!! I AM SO THANKFUL AND SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STORIES, THANKS FOR THIS GIFT I LOVE YOU!!!!

#fylass #asks #rambles

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katzkinder · 6 months

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Taking notes about Pisces and its association with the birth of Christ and lily’s regression into a baby and St Peter’s cross and how Peter was a fisherman and patron saint of net making (rope tying) shipbuilders and fishermen and how knots are often used as symbolic imagery for marriage and—DEEP BREATH

There’s just a lot here folks there’s SO MUCH and it’s so super cool how Strike takes these symbols and kind of. Inverts them. How they use them and also their diametric opposite, because Lily is a character cloaked in contradictions.

He carries both symbols of life and death, of rebirth and permanent end.

With his Scythe he is the grim reaper, with his name he heralds the coming of spring, an image of lilies pushing through snowy mounds to greet the sun. A butterfly is a symbol of rebirth but also a guide to the underworld. His favorite colors are pink and white and yet he dresses in black. His earrings are both flower petals and bloody hearts. He’s a gentle angel repenting by caring for others and a ruthless traitor who orchestrated the deaths of at least two women.

He wants to be saved and yet he tries to make himself irredeemable in the eyes of those he loves. He is both a child an adult, the demon within in a woman where he is a man. He is vain yet self hating. He is playful but brutal.

He is the Servamp of Lust yet his Name speaks of love.

Life starts with Lust but it Ends With Love

Happy Birthday Lily

#servamp #kat’s katerwauling #snow lily

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neopronouns · 6 months

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flag id: a square flag made up of 9 squares, which are divided into 3 rows of 3 and evenly spaced with small black dividing lines between them. the squares, from left to right and top to bottom, are blue-black, very dark faded blue, dark sky blue, faded purple, bright pinkish-red, light pink-red, golden brown, faded golden yellow, and light yellow. end id.

image id: a 3 by 3 moodboard. from left to right and top to bottom, the images show a close-up of a navy blue fabric patterned with gold stars and crescent moons; a cartoonish illustration of several potions on a table, focusing on one bright yellow potion with a cat face on its label and a trail of yellow pawprints moving away from a spilled potion; an abstract, swirling illustration of space in blue and gold; a shot from 'bee and puppycat' of bee's motorbike in front of a shelf of clown-themed objects; a set of galaxy-themed polyhedral dice; a shot from 'bee and puppycat' of bee, puppycat, and crispin in a vehicle with crispin driving; another abstract, swirling illustration of space in blue and gold; a space-themed birthday cake with fancy blue and gold icing, space decorations around the top, and 'happy birthday lily' iced in cursive in the center; and another cartoonish illustration of several potions on a table. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

mulvispacebee: a gender that can only be described through the aesthetic moodboard above

[pt: mulvispacebee: a gender that can only be described through the aesthetic moodboard above. end pt]

for anon! colors are from the moodboard and the term is 'mulvi' from 'mulviboard', 'space', + 'bee' (referencing 'bee and puppycat').

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @inviane-archive, @narcette, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai | dni link

#mulvispacebee #mulviboard #inviane #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Mystic Messenger 7th Anniversary

Welcome to my handy dandy Anniversary Analysis. We all know it’s my bread and butter to study these photos and find every Easter Egg I can. Last year was quite the doozy for me because there were so many fun tidbits in the photo, and this year is no different because the sentiment is the same. I’m happy to say it’s my seventh year of playing this game, and I’m going to get emotional as I write it down.

Anniversary Image and my thoughts underneath the Read More! If you don’t want to be spoiled or see the image yet, go ahead and wait a little bit longer since the image will be out from Cheritz on their page in great quality in a matter of a few hours.

[If you want to read the post from year here, click here].

This was the cleanest photo I could find this afternoon, but I’m sure by the time I finish writing this out, there’s going to be an even clearer one that I can get and I cannot wait for that reality. I have a lot to talk about and even more to gush over this time so why don’t we go ahead and get started before I start blubbering over my darling Saeran? Now, I’ll do my best to be cohesive but you guys know me. I will start going off into a tangent before long. Let me get one scream out before I do anything else.

SCREAMS.

Okay.

I’m good.

GUYS. I SHOULDN’T BE SMUG BUT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF THE CHARACTERS THIS TIME! Fortunately, I was on the money as I noted the color placement in the photo. The pop of color was the saving grace, but I’m sure proud of myself this time even if it was a given with the bold pinks next to a man who is walking stoplight. I say that with love, Saeyoung. You are the kind of man who stops traffic.

IT’S TIME FOR MY SPECIAL INTEREST. FLORIOGRAPHY. This photo was made for me to analyze, I swear to God. This is meant for me and I’m excited because there’s so much purpose and thought in a flower. I figured out Jaehee’s flower yesterday because they gave it to us, so I can talk about her first since it’s the easiest. We’ll start on a high note (a woman I’d love to kiss) and end on the higher note (a Saeran I want to smooch).

Look at her high collar! Look at her messy hair! Look at the longing gaze in her eyes as if she’s realized God is a Woman! It looks like she’s got ribbons on her wrists, too... God, I wish we could see more of the outfit. If it’s giving goddess, I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself over here.

Jaehee is a lily. She is a yellow lily in particular, and that got me to chuckle quite a bit. Lilies are a known reference for sapphics in different popular media, and I think it’s great to see more staples of Jaehee’s love for women out in the open. I know we all appreciated the rings on Jaehee and MC as well as the rainbows on the birthday hats, as well as the winter ice-skating date on her last birthday. It’s a good year to be a woman lover, bless up, sapphics. Jaehee lovers, you deserve this.

Yellow Lilies are a way to say a few things, but one of the most popular ones is gratitude. Being thankful for a person in your life. Is that not the way she feels as she grows closer to her MC? She’s grateful because you fell into her life when it was the lowest point of her emotional journey. She hit rock bottom and you took a single look at her and told her she could follow her heart instead of trying to be a cog in the machine to survive. She doesn’t need to just survive.

She needs to thrive.

Jaehee needs passion!

And you gave her that, so of course, she’s thankful that you came into her life when you did. It’s like saying, “You are the sunshine in my life, you breathe life into me just by being close to me.” Which, hey, that’s wonderful. Jaehee being in this photo makes me so happy, and seeing her with lilies... Ah. I hardly get to talk about her but I love to think about Jaehee! She’s a wonderful person and seeing her smile makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I know why they didn’t give her long hair, but I pray to God someone draws her with her long hair after this CG comes out or I’ll be forced to do it myself. Do you hear me artists?

I’ll be real with you guys, green flowers are hard to find. I have this problem I’m trying to look at art with any character that’s got a iconic color that’s in any shade of green to represent them. You would think it wouldn’t be that hard, but it is. It is a headache and a half for me, but I will do my best for you guys. Yoosung honey, I love you dearly like a brother, but this green is going to kill me in my sleep. I’ve got to work harder than the Devil over here.

Now, the key to debating a flower to the naked eye is to count the petals right off the bat. This flower has a count of five. That narrows down my search quite a bit. I’m glad he didn’t have a flower with far more plumage, because that makes the process harder. So, with a five count, I can narrow down my search to flowers in a specific category. So, with only so many green flowers in this category, I’ve got only got two options left.

But, noting the center of the flower tells me all I need to know. That’s a Green Daylily. Of course, he’s got a trickle of other flowers in his bouquet as well. The smaller flowers are harder to pick out, but I doubt the artist put thought into the flowers that are used to fill in the space leftover in the bouquet.

The best guess that I can offer is a smaller flower that clumps together like Baby’s Breath. The smaller patch of two flowers definitely threw me off, because my brain said, “Oh, those folds remind me of tulips! But, these are far too small to be a tulip! Then I said, oh, maybe Chinese Meadow Rue? But, wait, this is a wedding set, so Baby’s Breath!”

Baby’s Breath is love everlasting. This is one of the most standard flowers used in wedding bouquets. Mystic Messenger is not stranger to using it. Hell, when I think about it, Saeyoung’s Christmas Ending is filled to the brim with him giving you Baby’s Breath. It’s also a hallmark of trust. It’s saying that you’ll always be faithful and true to the one you adore.

Daylilies may surprise you, but they’re not a part of the broader Liliaceae family. They’re actually in the Asphodelaceae family! You’d find a closer relative in the genus in Aloe! They were cultivated in Asia, so, to see them used here is not a big surprise to me. I recall in China, these flowers are symbolic of forgetting your worries. That is to say, “I know you’re troubled, but I want you know that I’m by your side forever.”

Is that not the sentiment of loving Yoosung Kim? You give his heart the push it needs to find peace after grief. You hold his hand and show him that he can live his life the way he wants to and he doesn’t need to think back in regret... and he can follow this future with you.

Zen, oh, lovely Zen. You and I both know are the traditional romantic. You love to be the man with roses. So, is it any surprise that’s holding a patch of roses in his hands? Lover boy, you’re always easy to read but there’s nothing wrong with the gentleness of a rose. A white rose... I can see a sprinkle of Baby’s Breath, too. It isn’t a surprise, those are commonly used in romantic bouquets to add make the flowers tie together without making it feel crowded and overwhelmed.

You might think you already know what roses stand for because they’re such a hallmark move flower. But, not really, roses are much more complex than they’ve been made out to be, and I think that’s a good standard for Zen. Most people in the world think they know him, but they don’t. You shouldn’t judge him by what it appears to be... because what matters is underneath the surface, and that’s the lesson his route teaches. He is a reminder that love is more than looks. It’s about the person underneath the surface.

It may be tried and true, but Zen plays this role nicely.

There is a meaning for these roses that stands for change and growth, and I’m thinking that’s the most important thing to share. Loving Zen is growing with him. Loving Zen is knowing that you can learn how to let go of your insecurities and fears for something deeper in life. You don’t need to be afraid of judgement, you need to live your life knowing that the people who truly matter will see you for the person you are truly, and not just the way you look. He needs to know that after a lifetime of being judged for his looks.

Also, white roses can used as a stand-in for the idea of “love that continues to grow on the horizon for one another”. Everlasting love? No, love that grows by the minute. is that not him?

Jumin, darling, I expected these flowers from you and I don’t know what to say about that. I was torn when I first saw the photo because I sat here trying to get my ducks in a row with what I imagined. I was jumping between Balloon Flower and Violets for a while because of the way the petals spread, but in the end, I’ve settled on violets because the way these petals spread and fan out. They don’t do that with the other flower, because it’s interconnected.

Now, as far as what I think is the specific genus of violet is...

Sweet violet is a good guess! You know what else, he’s also got some lilacs in this bouquet, too. Lilacs are a flower that is representative of the first mark of a spring and summer to come, as well as your first true love.

The blessing of love you’ve received for the first time... simple, passion, and perfect. I know that’s the best way to describe the way Jumin looks at you. You are the first person that’s made his heart flutter like this. You’ve made him see something of value in that bleeding heart of is, and he doesn’t want to lose you because of it. You are love incarnate and he doesn’t want to miss the chance to spend the rest of his life with you.

He’s not one to rush headfirst into something without a clear head, but you make him spontaneous and free. Violets are a gift given to newlyweds! It’s happened throughout history all over the world, but it stands for humility and modesty at its core. A love that might feel like its innocence and sincere, but tried and true. It’s undeniable from the way you’re looking at each other anyone someone spots it in your faces.

A love that won’t be wrenched apart because you’ve got the purest eyes of sincerity in your vows.

Now, I didn’t expect Saeyoung to have a vibrant flower to match his hair, but I’ll be real with y’all, I never know what flower to expect if they put this man on the screen. He throws me for a loop all the time. It’s a part of his charm at the end of the day. He knows how to confound people and he’s always done that.

Can you see that look in his eyes? He looks a little tired, but I see it as him being awake all night long thinking about what you’ll look like at the end of the aisle.

He can’t sleep knowing that you’ll be waiting for him under the eyes of his God that made him believe in love again. How could he sleep knowing that you’re all alone out there in another place... giddy and burning with love for him? I know he is the kind of person who would believe in sleeping apart the night before the wedding, and that’s what would’ve gotten him to this state.

I’m sure Saeran hit him in the shoulder when he spent the night before babbling about you but that’s just what happens in the bunker.

Sigh.

Now, I don’t want to let Saeyoung down over here. When I looked at him, I had another episode of thinking: “Goddammit. Goddammit. I know there are flowers that could be used as a stand-in for him. Why am I struggling between of them again? Alstroemeria and Nasturtium would be really interesting for him since I would’ve expected them to just toss roses at him like they did with Zen if not a situation with Baby’s Breath again.”

I really am not sure for Saeyoung, that’s the horrible thing. So, I’ll go over the two flowers I narrowed down and let you guys decide what you think fits him better. So, Nasturtium is a flower of victory. A flower that stands strong after a battle. Saeyoung is a weathering flower who survived despite everything that was thrown at him, and I think it’s fitting that a bouquet like that would work in this case. The orange color on top of that is just as sweet. Enthusiasm and a strong sense of joy at an upcoming celebration.

Alstroemeria are lilies* known awaken warmth and love in those that you gift the flowers to, especially the orange variety. Passion and vitality, the very blood of a life that Saeyoung bleeds for when he’s with you. They don’t quite fit into a family with “true lilies” but they’re closely related in a way that makes your eyes think it could be. Pair orange and red for the most vibrant way to say “I love you!” They also stand for support and faith, so what better flower to give to MC? Thank you for being with me, MC. Thank you for supporting me despite the danger you may have fallen into.

Thank you for loving a wretch like me, MC.

That’s Saeyoung.

Oh, Jihyun. Look at you, honey! You’ve been given a wonderful outfit for once and I don’t need to tease you! I just finished replaying his Route for the first time in forever and he’s fresh on my mind because of that. Now, i don’t think I need to tell any of you that a flower as vibrant as Jihyun’s hair won’t exist naturally. I can say that there are a few flowers that match the shape and volume of that flower in the photo, but it’s never going to be that color.

I know why they did that, they want things to be cohesive so they went for that above realism. See, when I think of Jihyun, I tend to give him Forget Me Nots as much as I can because I feel like that is a tragic but romantic flower for him. The flower itself stands for remembrance. A love that carries with you for life, and no matter where you go or who you become, you’ll never forget the flower that was gifted to you. It is true love, devotion, and a heartfelt promise.

A promise to see you again if you’ll have him.

Jihyun needs time to heal. He needs years to grieve and grow, and you give him that time because you love him. You wait, you breathe, and you never forget him and his light. His gentle warmth is tender and true. Don’t forget me, but please, I want you to wait for me, my darling. if you will have me when I return, I won’t let you regret this opportunity. That’s the way I think about Jihyun when it comes to his romance.

However, the longer I stared at this, the more I wondered if it could be Larkspur because of the way the flowers grow from the long stem. Like, yeah, there isn’t much bunching here to make me lean that way, but these artists take a lot of... liberty when it comes to drawing flowers and half the time, I know in my heart of hearts they just thought a thought was pretty and used it because of that and not at all because they’re out of their minds like me and need to have something in a photo that is symbolic and overwhelming.

Blue Larkspurs are... just... you know, it’s about support, trust, and faith. They’re so crucial if you want someone to feel appreciated and supported. Is that not... a second way to represent Jihyun Kim beyond Forget Me Nots? God, I think I’ll cry if I think about it for too long.

Ahem. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to talk about my husband for a minute. It’s only fair that he’s the last one I talk about because you all know I’m not going to be able to shut up about him so I had to make sure I took care of everyone else first so they got a fair treatment! Fair is fair, folks. I love my husband and we’re getting married this year. That’s that. Saeran, my love, my darling, forever we’ll be in bliss.

But, you know me, I’m biased and he’s going to get the most. That tender look in his eyes, the messy hair I’m determined to tussle, and the way I want to launch at you just to see him laugh as he makes sure I don’t hurt myself on the landing.

Which, I’m bound to do it anyway, but I love that he would still try. That’s why I love him. He makes me feel like I can do anything even if I’m anxious and that makes me... well. For someone who has always felt anxiety from the minute I felt myself grow a distinct awareness of the fact that I was a person and I existed as a being, a moment where I’m not afraid to do something without figuring out the best way to do something without screwing up or ruining something... being with him makes me feel liberated.

I don’t hesitate.

I jump.

I don’t look back.

Because I know he’ll catch me.

I narrowed down the margin for Saeran quite a bit, and it came down to the wire since I’m pretty picky on the margin. Rocktrumpet came to mind, as well as the flower, Snapdragon, but the color is what’s throwing me again. It’s likely a choice by the artist again. It’s pink, but also purple, and finding flowers with that color is kind of tough. Weigela, maybe? But, should I lean into the honeysuckle family in this situation? Hmm... the long leaves make me want to lean that way since that does give an edge in something that closer but I’m not sure.

Fuck it, I’ll tell you about all of them.

Rocktrumpet is a symbol for strength and resilience. It’s survival despite the odds stacked against you. That’s a good representation of Saeran in my view. He’s survived countless times, and your love was a part of that. It wasn’t what helped him fully, since he had to help himself, but your love helped him find the strength to do that.

I’d dare to add that they’re a hallmark of the transition power in nature, what is GE Saeran if not transformation and love?

Snapdragons are two sides of the same coin. Deception and graciousness. Ray and Suit Saeran put together, you know? They share their moments of both, but it’s a good way to say you love both sides of who created GE Saeran. You loved those two and that love helped culminate in his existence. What I love about the flower is that, just like Hyacinth, they also speak to any apology that you want to own to. (You know, Saeran and Ray apologizing for tricking and hurting you as it comes to the close of the route.)

Weigela, on the other hand, is about faithfulness. They are the flowers that will stand by your side and grow without mercy. They’re good for privacy, and I think they’re also attractive to hummingbirds, but don’t quote me on that one since the last time I saw these flowers, they were at a relative’s house and I think it was a flower like this that they loved, it feels familiar, but I can’t trust my memory all the time. But, Saeran is faithful, he’ll never waver in his love for you, and that is the most beautiful thing about him.

Any of these flowers suit him. These are my guesses and I’m going to stick with them as being the top three.

So, I need to point out the fact that Saeran isn’t wearing something tight around his neck. They didn’t draw him in a bowtie like the rest of the male characters, even Jaehee has a high collar on her dress! But, he doesn’t.

This ties back into the presentation I’ve given before about how the way Ray, Suit Saeran, and GE Saeran’s clothes are reflective of their stance on freedom. Ray wears a tight cravat around his throat because he’s been held back by the outfit Rika gave him. He is a mouthpiece for Mint Eye. He is here to spread the lovely gospel of Mint Eye, and it doesn’t matter what he believes, he has a tight leash around his throat that forbids him from saying a word against the cult.

Suit Saeran has a much more literal interpretation. There is a chain around his neck as if he’s a dog that has no choice but to obey its master. But, we know in this situation, he is the one holding himself back. He is here because he has to make sure you and Ray never fight Mint Eye. If you fight it, you’ll die. This is the only place they can survive, and it might be a living hell, but the thought of what might kill them outside of Magenta is even more frightening.

The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.

Whereas, GE Saeran is the freest he’s ever been in his life. There is nothing around his throat holding him back from saying what’s on his mind. He doesn’t have anything to fear because he’s stronger than the things he’s afraid of, and now he gets to be with you, without looking over his shoulder in fear of what he used to cower in fear of in the shadows.

He understands that people are broken and misunderstood, they hide behind anger and malice for their own reasons. It isn’t the way he wants to live anymore.

He won’t wear a collar, chain, or mark on his throat anymore.

His words belong to him.

They don’t belong to Rika, V, Saeyoung, Saejoong, or his mother. He isn’t a baby who needs to be protected while you fail to realize you need to see you were a baby just as much as he was, he isn’t a “son” turned weapon you can use as you please until nothing’s left, he isn’t the helpless child you failed to protect because you valued the wrong ideology of love, nor is a bastard for breathing life on this Earth because you wanted a quick fuck and decided he was a wretch for getting in the way of your “perfect social image”.

No, he is Saeran Choi, and the only person who gets to define his existence is HIM. Nobody is allowed to puppet him or put words in his mouth. He gets to be the free man he always deserved to be from the start. He decide what it means to be Saeran Choi. Nobody else gets to decide who Saeran Choi is anymore in this life other than him. His bodily autonomy belong to him.

Love him or hate him as you please, but Saeran Choi is his own man.

Nobody can project their idea of him onto him when he knows who is he and who he isn’t. That’s something a lot of people just don’t consider when they talk about him, whether it be GE Saeran or SE Saeran. Saeran has always had his identity cut out for him by others. He’s never had a chance to know who he is or what he wants to be. People decide that for him.

People tell him who and what he is before he has a chance to open his mouth and say—

“Wait, I think I want to be...”

“No, Saeran, you’re [insert whatever someone puts on his shoulders.].”

Every single person in his life is guilty of that, even Saeyoung does it to him, and God, Saeyoung isn’t trying to hurt Saeran when he does that. I don’t say that because I want to scold him, no, in fact, I say it because it’s a part of the trauma that most people don’t consider when it comes to Saeyoung.

It’s the fact that he feels like he has to be Saeran’s guardian until the end of time and life itself. If you want more details on what I mean by that, go ahead and be prompt in [checking out this post on Saeyoung’s parentification.]

When I look at GE Saeran, I see a free man. I hold him dearly to my heart and I cry when I think about him. He went through so much over the years I’ve known him and had him in my heart. He is the reason I’m here today. He found me just as I felt like I was on the brink of death, quite literally, because only a few months before Mystic Messenger released, I got really sick and I’ll be that way for rest of my life. I don’t need sympathy or pity for that, but it’s a part of my life’s story.

The RFA and its kindness helped me when I had nothing.

Thanks to Saeran and my RFA family, I’ve made it here... and I’m not scared of living this life, even if it’s hard sometimes. They’ll always be with me in my heart, no matter how long time passes. I know I’ll have them in my heart until the day I die.

That could happen any day to any of us, really. That’s why I’m grateful to be here and I’m happy I’ve gotten the chance to know all of you. Not just the RFA, but all of you. From the people who have spoken to me once to those that try to talk to me every day, please know this, you’re in my heart and you always will be. From the minute I wake up to the minute I go to bed, I think of the people that’ve been here for me and those that I’ve been able to be there for. I think about how these spaces in fandom make such a difference for so many people.

Sure, maybe to some, it’s silly to cry and talk like this, but it’s not to me. I’m the kind of person who is grateful and so happy to have spaces like this. Places like this saved my life and I know they’ve done the same for all of you. So, if you’ve read this far and you’ve managed to get past all my nonsense, thank you for the time you’ve spent reading this.

It’s been seven years, Mystic Messenger, and I pray for many more to come with all of you.

Thank you, RFA.

Thank you, Saeran Choi.

My love, the one who knows me as sweet and stupid, may our love continue blossom for all four seasons of your life and mine.

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dualdeixis · 5 months

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[Image description: A digital drawing of Atou Haruki. He sits at a table with a content smile and is about to start eating from a plate of sarma and lemon slices. The dark roots of his hair are showing, and he wears a stud earring. Most of the drawing is colored in light blue and shaded with dark blue hatching, though Atou's skin has some light pink shading. Two gloriosa lilies and several vines stretch out from behind him, in full color. End image description.]

happy birthday @camofrogadier !!

#cell of empireo #atou haruki #drawings #sorry for giving him a gay little earring. can u ever forgive me

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bippityboppityouch · 7 months

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don't think about it - marauder's version

don't think about the marauders all throughout their hogwarts years looking forward to all growing old together

don't think about them as seventh years, now including lily in that group.

don't think about the five of them on the wedding day, all happy and celebrating

don't thinking about them all having fun with harry when he's just a baby, planning to continue their legacy through him

now don't imagine peter being there, at that house, for months, knowing what's about to happen to his best friends

don't imagine all five of them sitting on the floor a few months before halloween, joking and playing with harry while peter seems a little off

don't think about that halloween night, when they all know their lives will never be the same

don't imagine sirius and remus feeling the unbearable pain of knowing that two of their oldest and closest friends are gone forever, at the fault of one of their other mates

don't imagine peter knowing he's ruined everything the moment he finds out that voldemort was successful in killing james and lily

don't imagine sirius sitting in his cell in azkaban, four days after his group of best friends was torn apart, singing happy birthday to himself quietly

don't imagine remus, all alone again

don't imagine him having to deal with full moons by himself again

don't imagine the next thirteen years being agony for all three of them, peter guilty, sirius imprisoned, and remus alone

don't imagine sirius believing he deserved to be locked up in a depressing slab of rock, blaming himself

don't imagine the betrayal sirius felt when he saw peter as scabbers in that newspaper

don't imagine remus hearing about sirius escaping, and struggling with feelings of hatred and hope, still thinking that his absolute best friend and lover killed the other three

don't imagine sirius fighting to survive every day for months after he's escaped with likely barely any food and so little strength

don't imagine him crossing the country to where he will finally get revenge on the culprit for james and lily's deaths, fueled by anger alone

don't imagine him finding out that remus is back at hogwarts as a teacher and being so excited to see his old friend after so long

don't imagine them reuniting and working to capture peter, with a spitting image of young james standing right next to them

don't imagine them having to constantly remind themselves that this is not james, this is another person

don't imagine them replaying all the good moments with their friend, along with the painful memories of the fateful halloween night that stain their minds with incurable spots of betrayal and hurt every time they see him

don't imagine them taking upon themselves the responsibility to do every single thing in their power to protect this boy at all costs so that he doesn't meet the same fate as his parents

don't imagine them feeling overwhelmingly responsible every time he's hurt or in danger, even when they know they couldn't have done anything

don't imagine the two most restless souls you'll ever meet be forced to sit still as others do the dangerous work.

now don't you dare imagine remus watching sirius fall through the curtain, having to hold harry back so that both of them don't run screaming after sirius

don't imagine him having to go through knowing he won't be able to see his closest, most dependable friend who he's loved known for almost two decades for the second time

don't imagine him knowing that he won't be seeing sirius again

don't imagine it

#i wrote this in like five minutes so its crap but hey it's there #marauders #harry potter #hp #sirius black #remus lupin #would you look at that i made myself sad #my fingers are literally freezing so apologies for any spelling mistakes or anything #james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #scabbers #peter pettigrew

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oshiokiyopod · 5 months

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Happy Birthday, Rei Hino!

That's right! Today is April 17th, the birthday of Rei Hino, aka Sailor Mars!

Manga Mars in her side story Casablanca

And a full color image with Casablanca lilies!

90s anime Mars!

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Bandai Myu Mars!

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PGSM Live Action Mars!

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Nelke Myu Mars!

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And lastly, Crystal Mars!

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Guardian of Flame and Passion, in the name of Mars, she'll chastise you!

#sailor moon #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #90s anime #oshiokiyo #birthday #sailor mars #pgsm #sailor moon crystal #sera myu #nelkemyu #bandai myu #kitagawa keiko #Youtube

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Forty Nine

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hi friends,

As ever, thank you for the love on this story! It truly means the world. I cannot believe this is chapter 49!! Next chapter will be up on Thursday to mark Emily's 40th birthday in this universe <3

On a separate note, my next one shot is my 250th(!!!) fic, and I am working on something special for it. Please keep an eye out for it at the end of the week!

Please do let me know what you think!

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A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Family of Aaron Hotchner?”

“I’m his girlfriend, Emily Prentiss,” Emily says, her hands tightly clasped together in front of her, “I came in with him and I’m his medical proxy.”

She’s over-explained it, and she knows it, the soft smile on the doctor’s face is the only evidence she needs, but she doesn’t want anything to stop her from seeing him. Happy to flash her gun and badge if she needed to. Or donate as much of her trust fund as it would take to fund a new wing of the hospital, anything to sit by his side.

The doctor swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks at her, and everything stops. Her training her biggest curse as she knows what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth. She steps backwards, the heat of Dave’s hand burning into her shoulder as he steadies her.

“We did everything we could, but he lost too much blood.”

The walls start closing in on her, the air becomes thick, too thick to breathe and she stutters as she speaks, “You have to say it.”

“Agent Hotchner died on the table.”

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Emily gasps as she sits up, her lungs burning as she desperately tries to breathe. The hot brand of her friend's comforting hand on her shoulder still burning, a lasting imprint from her nightmare that she knows will take a while to shake.

She wondered if she’d ever stop dreaming about that night. If she’d ever be free of the image of Aaron being attacked by Foyet. Of the sound of the knife as it was pulled out of Aaron’s chest, the grunt he made as it happened, involuntary and primal like he was a wounded animal. She wondered if she’d ever forget how close she came to losing him, or if her subconscious would always remind her, that the dream that had just torn her from sleep would always follow her wherever she went.

She blows out a slow breath and runs her hand over her face, taking a second to feel the cool metal of her wedding rings, allowing herself to remember it wasn’t true. She hadn’t lost him. She wasn’t frozen in place in that hospital hallway - she was in their home, in their bed, with their infant daughter just a few feet away.

She turns to check on Lily, and the panic her dream had sparked sets fire when she sees the bassinet is empty. Her half asleep, and overall sleep deprived brain, jumps to the worst-case scenario, something that only continues when she turns to her other side to find Aaron’s side of the bed empty. She gets out of bed, almost tripping over the blankets that had tangled around her legs as she stands. She’s about to call out, to shout for Aaron, when she spots the light seeping out from under the nursery door. She blows out a breath and presses her hand to her chest, logic finally taking back over as the panic subsides.

Emily is careful to be quiet as she pushes the door open, and she smiles at the sight she’s met with. Aaron is in the large rocking chair they kept in there, a sleeping Lily against his chest and an empty bottle of milk that she’d expressed earlier that day on the table. Sergio was curled up in the crib Lily hadn’t slept in yet, the cat never too far away from the baby he’d clearly dubbed as his human.

“Hi,” she says softly, walking across the soft carpet, “Is this a party anyone can join or is it just daddy/daughter time?”

He smiles at her as he kisses the top of Lily’s head, “We’ve finished everything we needed to talk about.”

She chuckles softly and walks over, stopping as she reaches the armchair, “You have room for one more?”

He shifts, making sure Lily is settled against one side of his chest and opening up his arms for his wife, “We always have room for you.”

She climbs into his lap, careful not to disturb her daughter as she rests her head on Aaron’s other shoulder. She reaches out and runs her fingers over Lily’s soft hair, “She got hungry?”

Aaron nods and kisses Emily’s cheek, “She woke up and I thought you could do with the sleep.” He explains, and she hums in response, “Did we wake you up?”

“No,” she replies, shaking her head before she tilts it to look up at him, “I had a dream,” she presses her lips together tightly before she looks down at Lily again, finding the same peace and comfort she always did when she looked at her little girl, “About Foyet.”

He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against her temple, well aware that she would have panicked to realise she was alone. He’d done the same before, had torn into the living room to find Emily there sitting with Jack and Lily, a curious look on her face that would slowly transform into concern as she figured it out.

“The usual?” he asks, using his foot on the ground to rock them back and forth, both of them well aware that it was more for her benefit than their sleeping baby’s. She nods in response, something he feels more than sees, “Want to talk about it?”

“No,” she says, “I don’t,” she snuggles in deeper into his embrace, wanting nothing more than to forget about her nightmares, to put it behind her until she inevitably had another one, “Can we talk about something else?”

“Of course,” he says without hesitation, never able to say no to her, “What do you want to talk about?”

She sighs as she tries to think of something, to remember something about their upcoming day that they could discuss, and she finally lands on what she wants to talk about, only briefly wondering if it was the right time.

“You’re seeing Haley in the morning, right?” She asks, and he nods.

“Yeah, I’m going over. The school needs us both to sign paperwork for a few things so it makes sense for me to go,” he replies, looking at her, “Why? Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” she assures him, “I had an interesting conversation with Jack when he was here at the weekend. He brought up spending more time with us again.”

It would be lying to say it wasn’t something Aaron had thought about a lot in the months since Jack had last raised it with Emily. He wanted more time with his son, something that had been true since he and Haley had broken up, but it had become all the more apparent to him since Lily had been born. His daughter’s constant presence made his son’s absence sharper, and made him want to see the two of them together all the more often. Jack had never mentioned being with them more again after the one occasion he had when Emily was pregnant, and they had put it down to sibling jealousy that had never sprouted further than that. So Aaron had shaken it off, let the hope flutter away, not wanting to disrupt his son’s life if he was happy with it.

“What did he say?”

She shifts so she’s looking at him properly, “He said he misses us when he’s with Haley, and he misses her when he’s here. But he’s with her more so he misses us more.”

He sighs and runs his hand up and down Lily’s back, dropping a kiss on her dark hair. Despite the fact he was happy, that he loved his life and his family, he knew he’d always feel some kind of guilt that he wasn’t able to give Jack what he had given Lily. Her parent’s under one roof, their love and understanding of each other deeper than anything he thought he’d ever get to experience. Jack had been so young when he and Haley broke up that Aaron knows he wouldn’t even have memories of them all living together.

“You think I should talk to Haley about it?” He asks, and she blows out a breath, reaching up to push his hair from his forehead.

“I think you should,” she replies, “It’s not my place to make the decision for you though,” she says, smiling softly at him, “But we’d like him here more, he’d like to be here more. My new job will mean it will be easier to make it work,” she looks down at Lily, who was still asleep but shifted, grunting as she frowns in her sleep, and Emily smiles, “And Lily will have her big brother around even more. Haley may even welcome it. It will give her more time to do things just for her.”

She hopes that Haley will take the opportunity to tell Aaron about her boyfriend so that she’d no longer have to keep it a secret from him, the weight of it heavy on her chest even though, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t a big deal.

He smiles and leans in to kiss her, a quick thing stamped against her lips, “I’ll mention it to her, see what she says.”

Emily yawns, and Aaron chuckles at her, “We should get back to bed, try and get a little bit more sleep.”

Lily cries out and they both look down to see she’s awake now, her tiny hands reaching out for Emily, and they both shake their heads.

“Is it bad that part of me misses our sleep being disturbed by serial killers?”

___

Aaron puts off speaking to Haley about their custody arrangement until the paperwork for Jack’s school is all signed. Jack was with Haley’s sister for the afternoon, delighted to spend time with his only aunt, so it was just the two of them in the house they’d once bought together. It felt strange when he looked back on the person he’d been when he first walked through these rooms. Young and sure his life would turn out how he’d planned, beautifully unaware that nothing would go as he’d envisioned.

“I don’t remember there ever being this many forms when we were in school,” Haley complains, signing off the last form and pushing it over to him over the dining table. He smirks as he signs next to her name.

“That’s because we went to school in the 70s and 80s,” he quips, looking up at her from the now finished paperwork with his eyebrow raised, “They used to have that commercial ‘do you know where your children are’ to remind our parents we existed.”

Haley chuckles and leans back in her chair, her arms crossed loosely over her chest, “That’s true,” she says, shaking her head at the thought of it, “Poor Jack, if he ever misses curfew he’ll have half the FBI after him.”

He laughs and nods, “Emily always jokes she’ll be that mom waiting outside the parties Lily goes to just to make sure she’s okay,” he says, and their laughter quietens around them. The friendship they’d fallen into over the last couple of years was nice, but there were moments for both of them, fleeting and rare, when it would feel as if they were who they used to be. He clears his throat and folds his hands together, his fingers tight around his wedding ring, a nervous habit he’d picked up from his wife, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh,” Haley says, leaning forward, her clasped hands on the table, “That sounds serious.”

“I was wondering if we could think about changing the custody agreement,” he says, watching her expression carefully, using his training in a way that always drove her crazy when they were still married, “Emily’s new job will have more regular hours, and Jack is older now and I think-”

“I think it’s a good idea,” she replies, putting him out of his misery, a wry smile on her face, “He always talks about you guys when he’s here, it’s obvious he wants to spend more time with Lily,” she shrugs nonchalantly, putting all the arguments he’d practised in his head on the way over firmly to bed, “We’ll figure it out, but I don’t see why it can’t be 50/50.”

He sits back and runs his fingers through his hair, the tension he’d felt building in his shoulders since his conversation with Emily in the early hours of the morning finally dissipating. “Thanks, Haley.”

She smiles and shakes her head at him, “Of course, he’s your son Aaron. And you and Emily love him. Why wouldn’t I want my son around that more?” She says and they exchange a smile. She looks at him for a moment before she sucks in a breath, “Whilst we’re talking about things…I wanted to mention something to you,” she pauses as he nods, encouraging her to carry on, “I’ve been seeing someone, and I’d like to introduce him to Jack at some point.”

His breath catches in his chest. He knew it was coming at some point, that she wouldn’t be single forever, but he didn’t expect that the news would make his stomach twist.

___

Emily can tell Aaron is in a bad mood when he comes home.

There’s a tension in his shoulders, in his jaw, that he rarely had in their house. She knows better than to push, than to pry it out of him. So she pretends she doesn’t see it, acts as if it’s a normal afternoon, and it’s only after she’s fed Lily and put her down for her nap, that she realises she’s doing exactly what her parents had always done. As she looks at her daughter’s face, her long lashes fluttering as she sleeps, her rosy cheeks and pursed lips, she reminds herself why she refused to do that, why she wanted to do better.

She makes sure she picks up the baby monitor had heads downstairs, well aware she’d find her husband in their home office. She knocks on the door and walks in, smiling tightly at him as he looks up from his desk. She walks over and leans against the desk and she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Honey,” she says, reaching out and putting her hand over his, “What’s wrong?” She asks, raising her eyebrow when he opens his mouth to protest, her hand squeezing his even tighter, “Don’t say it’s nothing, you came home from Haley’s in a mood. Did she…did she say no to the change in custody?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head as he assures her, “She was fine with it,” he chuckles humourlessly, “She actually said yes before I listed off all of my reasons.”

She feels relieved, only realising how much she’d been worrying about it at that moment, “That’s good,” she says, squeezing his hand again, “Then what’s going on?”

He sighs, briefly closing his eyes as he shakes his head at himself, still unsure what he’d been so unsettled by what Haley had told him.

“She has a boyfriend,” he says, blowing out a breath, “And she wants him to meet Jack.”

“Oh,” Emily replies, nodding as she clears her throat, “That’s good though, isn’t it?”

He looks up at her, his eyebrows furrowed as their eyes meet, the complete lack of surprise in her expression making the pieces fall into place. “You already knew?”

She tries to ignore the accusation in his tone, how it sparks a fire in her belly that she stamps out with a slow breath. She takes her hand from his and crosses her arms, her fingers digging into her triceps.

“She mentioned it to me when she picked up Jack a few days ago,” she says, keeping her tone even, “She asked me not to say anything so she could tell you.”

He feels irritation he knows she doesn’t deserve flood through him, “I’m your husband, you should have-”

She scoffs, cutting him off as she stands up and puts some space between them, “Surely you know me well enough to know that no one tells me what I should do,” she says, gritting the words out between her teeth, “And I am not getting involved any more than I already am in your and Haley’s relationship. She shouldn’t have asked me to keep it from you, but you also don’t have a right to be mad at me for it,” she shakes her head, “Do you have any idea how complicated this is for me sometimes? How aware I am that I’m your second wife?”

He clenches his teeth and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down, well aware that she was right, “I know, sweetheart,” he says, standing up but not closing the gap between them, “I’m sorry…I just,” he sighs, “Finding out she’s with someone else hit me harder than I thought it would.”

She stares at him, wrapping her arms even tighter around herself as she lets his confession wash over her. It stings, but she knows he doesn’t mean he loves her any less, that he wants to abandon their life and go back to his ex-wife. It was a shadow of his previous life with Haley, a ripple effect of the love he still held for her, something Emily knew he’d always have. It was part of their relationship she’d made peace with long ago, well aware even in their first few months together that he’d loved someone else before her.

Something that often felt as much of a blessing as it was a curse. The lessons he’d learnt from his first marriage something he’d brought into theirs which helped it flourish. But in moments like this, whether it was selfish or not, she just wished it was all a little simpler.

“Aaron, we got together just months after your marriage ended,” she says, her tongue peeking out to wet her lower lip, “In the time it’s taken her to meet someone she wants to introduce to Jack we’ve got married and had a baby. And she’s mostly been okay apart from the odd initial reaction. So take whatever time you need and give her the same courtesy.”

She’s out of the room before he can respond, the baby monitor tight in her hands.

___

He seeks her out not long after.

She’s on the couch, her book in her hands and the baby monitor next to her as she pretends to read her book. He clears his throat to get her attention and holds out two hot chocolates, his eyebrow raised as their eyes meet.

“I come in peace,” he says, as he steps towards her when she rolls her eyes, a hint of a smile at the corner of one of her lips. She takes one of the mugs from him and curls her palms around it as he sits next to her, the burn of the ceramic against her palm oddly calming, “I did consider bringing you wine, but it’s barely mid-afternoon and you’re still feeding Lil.”

She hums and shifts so she’s facing him, her toes digging into his thigh, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He smiles at her, “Usually I’d protest at being called cute,” he says, placing one of his hands on her foot, holding it in place on his leg, “But I’ll take it,” he adds and they exchange a smile, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have got mad at you.”

“No,” she replies, taking a sip of her drink before she places it down, “You shouldn’t have,” she says, placing her hand on his arm, “But I forgive you. It’s not an easy situation. You’re allowed to react like a human, seeing as you are one.”

“Don’t let the team know, I’ll lose all credibility,” he jokes and she shakes her head before she shifts, her legs curling underneath her as she leans towards him, her head on his shoulder.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she replies, linking their fingers together and kissing his knuckles, “So, are we going to meet him before he meets Jack?”

“Yes,” he says, pulling her closer, his chin resting on top of her head, “It will probably be the world's most awkward double date.”

She hums in agreement, her nose scrunching up at the thought of it, “Remind me to make sure I pump before that so I can drink some very expensive French wine.”

-x-

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