#in a saeran mood

[lesmeow]

hi guys! its my annual mystic messenger phase again but i can only draw girls whoops

#please don’t mention the shoes I did not want to draw shoes guys #just doodles!!!! just littol guys #mysme #mystic messenger #mysme 707 #mysme saeran #mysme yoosung #yoosung kim #saeyoung Choi #saeran Choi #mystic messenger 707 #anyways im in a doodly mood :)

[natasha-in-space]

Show & Tell

Zen/gn!reader/Unknown;

You are meant to play the part bestowed upon you. That is all the purpose you will ever need. At least, that's what you are supposed to think. But, even the best of actors can forget their lines. Except, the one overlooking your play is not very forgiving.

Based on Zen's 3rd Bad Story ending.

Content warnings for: non-consensual drug-use, and overall Unknown being a very creepy bastard.

"A long time ago, in a land far away, there lived a beautiful silver-haired knight, and a kind-hearted prince/ss. Everything was well in their kingdom, until the prince/ss realized that their court was nothing but a bunch of traitors to the crown... filled with dirty liars and hypocrites. The prince/ss thought their loyal knight would come and save them, that they would run away together. But... alas, that did not happen."

A hushed, breathy voice travels throughout the spacious room, echoing against the thick walls of your own personal playhouse, almost like a phantom haunting its opera house. Only the heavy sounds of large boots against the wooden stage serve as a reminder, that there was a very real narrator present in this room, telling his rousing tale to a gracious audience of none. Your vision is spinning, your body too weak to even hold your head up properly. You would have probably collapsed if not for the comfortably cushioned throne reserved just for you to sit upon.

Oh, how gracious your host was, providing you with everything you could possibly need for you to stay as relaxed and comfortable as you can be. All you need to do in return is to sit there like a disciplined prince/ss you are, and listen. Your thoughts are far too jumbled to make sense of it all, anyway.

Unknown will do so for you.

"-The prince/ss had no idea that their beloved knight was in the same team with all the horrible liars. God... our poor, poor prince/ss..." The voice purrs, suddenly just a few inches away from you, and you feel a cold slender finger caress your cheek lovingly. You lean into the cool touch, a welcome change for the ever-growing fever burning you up from the inside out. Your eagerness is not unnoticed by Unknown, who chuckles in what seems to be amusement, and walks away, much to your visible dismay. He never gives you what you want, however small it is. You wonder if he finds some sick sense of enjoyment in teasing you with a carrot on a string like that. He continues his story, not addressing your little whine of displeasure in any way. Which is probably for the better. He didn't like whiny brats, after all.

"It's a good thing that... the prince/ss had a guardian angel looking over them. Waiting for a chance to take them under his caring wing, and guide them to paradise."

A moment of deafening silence passes, almost as if Unknown had to think over his narrative for a good while before continuing. You never could understand what was going through that head of his. His expression is stoic, unreadable. Almost like he's not even fully there, just staring ahead without seeing a thing. Stuck in his own perverted fantasy, rather than facing the reality in front of him. It's almost unnerving to look at. Then, a harsh clap makes you twitch in your seat, a numb ache drilling into your temples from the loudness of it bashing against your already overstimulated senses. The man didn't seem to care for your discomfort, though, simply patting you on the head as if you were nothing but a plush toy.

"...How about it, party coordinator!? Hm? A beautiful story, no?"

You open your mouth to say something - anything - but, all that comes out is a single raspy breath, your thoughts tangling together into one blurred lump of obscure concepts, before you could latch onto even a single word for you to utter aloud. Unknown appears to be unaffected by your lack of a proper response, though. It's like he doesn't even see you as a human. Just an inanimate object to play around with.

His pretty doll to put on this twisted play with.

His footsteps grow farther away from you as he pulls away from you once again. Then, a gentle sound of a curtain being pulled back, the fabric tossed unceremoniously onto the stage and sliding off of it to crumple up somewhere beneath it. A beautiful decorations turned into a useless floor mop in a single move. A grim reminder that nothing in this room was truly valuable in its master's eyes. Including you.

You decide to look up towards the sound, your vision bleary as you stare ahead, trying to force your brain into actually processing what you see, instead of just letting it stay an unfocused blob of shapes and colors. Your cloudy gaze meets a similar one of a breathtaking ruby color. Like two spectacular jewels shining in brilliant stage lights, brighter than any of them, yet so dull and lifeless at the same time. Something pulls at your insides once you make eye contact with a beautiful silver-haired stranger sitting opposite from you. It's urging you to fight against the heavy fog filling your head like some higher power you have no control over. A name sits just on the tip of your tongue, yet so far away. It perches itself right in the middle of your throat like a lump of acidic bile, scratching painfully at your esophagus, suffocating you from the inside out. Demanding to be set free, yet warning you against it.

You... knew this person. From somewhere. You wonder... if maybe... just maybe-

"And, here's our noble knight!" You quickly redirect your attention back to Unknown, internally berating yourself for getting distracted from what's truly important here. His leather jacket is exposing his boney shoulder to you, a large intricate image of an eye boring straight into your soul. The symbol is a familiar one. But, in a different way. It leaves your skin prickling with a disgusting sensation of cold sweat dripping down your back. You suddenly start to feel nauseous for some reason.

...You look away from it.

Instead, your raise gaze eyes at Unknown's face. His mint eyes sparkle in blinding lights of the makeshift stage he has put up just for you. It's the complete opposite of the dull and unfocused look present in the Knight's stare. There is an almost childlike glee swimming in his irises while he looks between you and the Knight, as if he is pursuing your personal approval in this intricate game of make-believe. Yet, it does not feel innocent nor really happy in nature. His grin is a sadistic one. Callous. Heartless. Lacking of any true warmth and affection for you, no matter what friendly front he tries to put on in front you. It makes you gulp, a silent warning of danger lurking in those cold eyes that does not escape you, even through the thick fog filling your head. He has you trained well, after all.

So, despite your ever growing discomfort gripping at your guts, you make sure to play your role diligently. You smile, providing him with appreciation he wordlessly demands from his prince/ss. His wicked grin widens once he sees your positive reception, his chest puffing out in what looks like pride, as he now stands behind the Knight, placing his hands onto his shoulders. His posture is relaxed, yet you can see his long fingers digging into the Knight's shoulders with way more force than necessary. Through it all, his gaze never leaves you, not even for a second. It feels suffocating. Like he's searching for any sign of imperfection in your behavior, however small, eager to teach his favorite pet a new lesson.

You remain still.

"-Eventually, the Knight did come running for our prince/ss, but... he was too late."

A small, pained groan falls from the Knight's lips, his appearance rather disheveled despite the gorgeous attire he was dressed in to make him look dignified. There are dark rings imbedded into his skin under his eyes, even more noticeable due to the sick paleness of his otherwise flawless complexion. Blemishes and cuts peek out from just underneath the frilly costume. But, you know Unknown prefers his pretty Fairytale to the ugly Truth. So, you pay no mind to imperfections bleeding into your play.

Yet, something tugs at your heartstrings once again the moment the Knight looks on at you, his brows furrowing just a tiny bit as he takes you in. It was unclear if he was feeling confused or distressed. A sudden desire to reach out and cup his cheek unexpectedly fills your senses. A want bring him comfort. A wish to pull him close. A longing to utter the same name that has been gnawing at your throat like a vicious parasite for a good while now. If it wasn't for the fatigue weighing your limbs down in invisible heavy chains of pure steel, you would have probably tried to move towards him without a second thought.

As you grapple with your frazzled mind abruptly acting up against you, the Knight's silver hair was now being combed through and played with by Unknown. With a smirk playing on his chapped lips, he leans in to murmur into the Knight's ear: "Fortunately, there is a happy ending to this fairytale of yours, noble Knight. But, it is up to me to write it."

His words were hopeful, but they still sent a cold chill down your spine for some reason. A sentiment reciprocated by the Knight, judging by the way his hands clenched tightly where they rested on his throne's arm rest.

"N-No..."

His voice is quiet and raspy. Yours is very similar. It makes your breath hitch in the middle of your throat painfully, your body impulsively leaning towards the two men in front of you. An action not going unnoticed by Unknown, who raises a brow at you pointedly.

You take the hint.

...So, you return back to your place without a word.

"...No...? Oh, but that's not in the script, noble Knight! I thought you were a talented actor, are you not?" Unknown mocks, seemingly more amused than angry at the Knight's disobedience. He tightens his grip on the other man's chin and lifts his head up to make him look him directly in the eye. The Knight groans, probably because of the unpleasant feeling of vertigo caused by such harsh movements. You know Unknown doesn't care for his discomfort. Much like he doesn't care for yours. You are just glad that it's not you who's on the receiving end of his attention right now. He continues, his tone suddenly shifting from mocking to shockingly tender. The change is so quick, it almost gives you a whiplash. "Poor, poor Knight... Is your head hurting? Here, take the magic potion to make all your pain disappear... This one was specially manufactured by me. Just for you."

Unknown pulls out a familiar mint liquid shimmering inside a small flask, and you immediately look away from the scene, your entire face scrunching up at the mere sight of it, almost involuntarily. Just seeing that specific shade of mint brings back the bitter taste of pungent chemicals burning at your lips that you are painfully familiar with. You just stare ahead blankly, listening to the gruesome sounds of coughing, gagging and choking that soon follow. It's a grisly change from the soft-spoken narration that was filling the room just moments prior. What you focus on, though, is the quiet murmurs of encouragements Unknown was cooing to the Knight as the acrid liquid pours down his throat forcefully, burning anything it touches, without any mercy.

You couldn't understand Unknown. One moment he could be cruel, and the next he could be loving. Cold and indifferent, and then almost giddy with some twisted sense of excitement. With him in the room, you always feel like you are walking the thinnest of tightropes, just on the edge of plummeting down into the abyss filled with dozens of wolves hungry for your blood, and all it would take is just a single wrong move from you. Today, though, he seems to be in a rather good mood.

You don't know how happy you should be about that, though.

After the flask falls to the floor with a loud clatter, you look up and witness an eerie sight unfolding before you. Unknown's hands are now gripping the Knight's chin and wrist in a rather painful-looking grasp, forcing him into what he probably perceives as an honorable pose: with the Knight's head held high and one of his arms stretching out towards you. It looks rather disturbing, though, as you take note of the Knight's labored breaths and an ugly stain of mint against his pretty clothes. You can see him actively struggling not to throw up, his lips trembling, and his face even paler than it was before, twisted in an expression of agony that left your chest burning for a completely different reason than that same hazy fever weighing you down.

You were intimately familiar with that horrid experience. You stayed still for that exact reason. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of the Unknown's 'help' next. Maybe a bit cowardly of you, but you did not care.

"-C'mon! Act happy! You said your dream is to act until you die. That's what you said at your last punishment, is it not?"

Unknown is merciless towards the poor man, shaking him like a ragdoll and only making his already rather dizzy state even worse. Then, he looks up at you and jerks his head at you, indicating that he wants you to come over. You freeze, suddenly more uncomfortable than you've ever felt before. But, you know better than to resist. So, you listen. Pushing through the fatigue and pain screaming at you to stay still, you stand up from your throne slowly, and clumsily make your way over to the two men opposite from you, struggling not to trip over your own two feet, with how shaky they felt under you.

Unknown grins, looking at you with a glint of pride in his eyes. It almost makes up for the nausea and weakness you have to endure constantly. Almost. You do end up stumbling as you finally walk up to them, but Unknown graciously moves over to hold you up, his hands gripping your waist in a rather gentle hold for someone so brutal in his ways. It makes you want to lean against him, to let him support you when you can't stand. But... you know he won't do that. And, just as quickly as his hands grab you, they are suddenly gone.

And you realize that you are now seated on the Knight's lap.

The beautiful silver-haired man, now in such close proximity to you, was so close that you could make out each individual lash fluttering around his dangerously attractive eyes of scarlet hue. Though, now that you were able to stare at them that much closer, you could see tiny dots if mint mudding that pretty shade of red. You didn't like that. He seems to share your bewildered and enthralled state of mind, gazing down at you with a shocked expression that probably echoed your own.

The spell breaks once you hear Unknown's voice echoing against the walls around you, now circling you two like a hungry cat playing with its food. Even though you don't look back at him, you can still hear a smirk present in his voice as he begins to utter his next words to you in a gentle hiss flowing through the air. You wonder if that's how the jealous Serpent's words of corruption sounded to Eve, as it whispered its sweet deception into her ears with a false promise of greater knowledge. It makes you clutch onto the Knight's shirt tighter than would be considered appropriate, making his breath hitch at your touch.

"Now, this time, make sure to court your beloved prince/ss with true love they deserve. You owe them this much for all the ugly lies you poisoned them with." Unknown's voice is husky, almost quiet enough for you to miss it completely. Yet, for some strange reason, it fills your ears with such force that he might as well be yelling. You gaze up at the Knight, refusing to move a single muscle. There is some wordless understanding flickering between you two, one that you cannot recognize fully due to the hazy state of your mind. But, you can feel it. A timid ticklish sensation fluttering somewhere deep within your ribcage, like a butterfly that has just come out of its cocoon and doesn't have the strength to take flight just yet.

Then, a hand reaches for your cheek. You jolt, the tiniest of gasps escaping past your lips at the unexpected touch that leaves your skin tingling with an uncomfortable warmth that spreads down your neck and pools right in the center of your chest. And then, the Knight's face is just inches away from yours. His breaths are tickling the flush skin of your cheeks with gentle puffs of air. The feeling send your entire body buzzing with some strange energy you can't quite put your finger on. The footsteps circling around you immediately come to an abrupt stop, a heavy silence filling the room once more. If not for the deafening pounding of your heart almost rupturing your eardrums, that is.

"...I think... I've seen you somewhere before..."

The Knight's raspy voice is so close to you that it makes your head spin. You are now fully aware that you have heard that voice before. There is no doubt about it. Just not that dull and hoarse. It reawakens something buried deep within you. A flicker of common sense that got fizzled out by a certain slender boney hand. It sparkles to life, its timid flame burning brighter and brighter, fighting intensively and desperately against the drugged darkness of dissociation you were forcefully put in. Your breathing quickens, your hands begin to tremble where the clutch onto the Knight with their unsteady grip. They are fuzzy, very fuzzy, but you are sure you can remember some instances of you and the Knight sharing some precious moments together.

No... Not you and Knight... You know who this is. How could you not? You've grown so close to him in such a short amount of time. A dazzling actor with a heart so passionate for all that he does, it swept you off your feet.

-But, just as you open your mouth to finally utter the name that has been on the back of your mind this whole time, a cold hand suddenly grips your cheeks in a vice grip, and a deceivingly cheerful voice rings out right next to your ear, making you wince from the harsh loudness of it.

"...I'm your love! Your prince/ss! And you are my Knight."

You suppose this was Unknown's attempt to impersonate your voice. Or maybe it's a mockery. You couldn't really tell. Either way, it was a rather poor attempt for sure. You didn't know if you should feel offended or not. Do you seriously sound like that to him?

Maybe it shouldn't be surprising that he doesn't even see you as an equal. However, that reminder still hurts. In a peculiar surface-level way.

"...You are the prince/ss... I am the Knight..." Your attention is stolen away as the Knight repeats your lines that came from Unknown's lips, sounding like a lifeless robot attemting to poorly imitate human speech. It didn't sound like his voice at all. You frown and are not happy with it. You are not happy with it at all. Without thinking, you lean in, the grip of your hands on his shirt loosening ever so slightly as your lips just about brush against the damp skin of his cheek. That wasn't a kiss, really. You just had a hard time coordinating your movements, so, once you leaned in, your sense of balance was thrown off, and you ended up bumping against him innocently.

But, once you notice your mistake, you don't move away. You don't try to fix it. You don't try to go back to the script you were meant to play. You simply remain in that spot. Frozen. Holding in a breath as your wide eyes stare back into a pair of dull vermillion ones, just as astounded as yours are. Then, you see something change in them. A glimer of reason. Of humanity. Of some deep-rooted fondness for you that was now brought back to life, much like the one you felt simmer within you moments prior.

You feel a pair of large hands suddenly grip your shoulders, bringing you closer to the man in front of you, making your breath hitch. Until you are pressed flush against him, his chest against yours, and your nose tucked into the crook of his neck. It feels almost desperate - the way he holds you close to him. It's like he's trying to protect you from something. You feel him begin to tremble, his breaths short and quick as he shakes his head, his voice sounding so much more life-like now, but still so disoriented, it makes your heart ache.

"No... No. You... You- Y-Y/N...?"

There. The illusion shatters into pieces.

"Stop, stop-!"

You almost whimper and cover yourself as the harsh screech tears through your eardrums. The enticingly soft baritone of Unknown's narration was lost. Replaced by the grating and high-pitched shriek of rage that left you shaking from fear and wanting to run away as fast as you can. Yet, you remain frozen, not even shaking as you sit, stiff as a statue. It's like the fear paralyzed you. Your mind was running a hundred miles per minute, yet your body didn't move a single inch. It was a really uncomfortable feeling to grapple with. Almost like you were locked within your own body, unable to control it the way you were supposed to.

Then, you are harshly yanked back by the collar of your shirt and forced to stumble onto your legs, which quickly give out from under you this time around. It was already hard enough to keep your balance, but with the cold fear gripping your limbs, it was practically impossible. So, you tumbke down onto your knees, like a helpless doll, unable to stand upright without its master holding its strings. Your incompetence elicits an almost guttural growl from Unknown, who stares down at you with pure fury written all over his rather delicate features. It makes you want to shrivel up, crawl into the nearest hole, and die. He roughly pulls you back up, his fingers digging into your forearms rather painfully as he holds you up. Something that is clearly annoying him greatly, and he makes no effort to hide it.

Which is ironic, considering he's the reason you can't even stand straight in the first place.

"Looks like our prince/ss may need more training after all... What a waste." He spats out that last word with such contemt, you swore a part of you has died right then and there. "I guess it's back to the basement for you, party coordinator. I can't have you saying anything stupid on me, can I?"

Before you have any chance to protest, beg, or cry, you are pushed back onto your throne, left to wait for your inevitable punishment. The word 'basement' alone made you want to scream. It's like your body and mind have already learned what that word meant for you, pushing them to go into overdrive just from hearing it. Yet, you are still just as helpless. Trapped within your own weakened body and left at the mercy of Unknown.

As you sit there and grapple with your ever-growing panic, he turns his attention back to the Knight. Or, to be more precise, Zen. No need for any roles when the fairytale has already been sullied.

"You are not ready to be on stage yet." He mutters under his breath, one of his hands now gripping onto the other man's chin as he brings his face almost uncomfortably close, until he's mere inches away from him. You can't see the expression on his face as he has his back to you. But, Zen's eyes flick between you and Unknown, reflecting your fear. The feeling of powerlessness is almost suffocating. Not only can't you help yourself, but you also can't do a single thing for Zen as well. You are both just two dolls for Unknown to mold to his liking.

Or, rather, his Savior's liking.

"-Your eyes are lying."

Unknown's hiss is full of frustration and resentment. You are wondering why he has such a strong dislike for Zen. With you, he seems to be more annoyed at your inability to follow his wishes. Like a kid, irritated at his toy not working properly. But, with Zen? It's almost like he's actively shaping him into something else not out of his own personal twisted desire to do so, but because it's what he has been assigned to do. In other words, forced to.

You wince as you see Unknown's fingernail digging into the other man's skin, just beneath his eye. It's almost like he's holding himself back from actively gouging his eyes out right then and there. The mental image almost makes you want to throw up, frankly. And, the mere fact that you were actually considering such a gruesome thing as a very real possibility... it disturbed you.

"You will play the role you were given. It's only a matter of time. And, as for the prince/ss..." He looks back at you, his expression dark as he looks over you thoughtfully. His stare makes your skin crawl. "I'll take good care of them."

A cruel smile spreads over his face as he stands back from the poor actor. He extends his arms and circles you two once more. But, this time, his voice is loud and commanding. Each word seeping into your ears and digging into your psyche like a swarm of vicious leeches, eager to gobble up what little remained of your common sense.

"And then, we'll start our play again. From the very beginning. Over... and over... and over again. However long it takes. Time is not a problem when you're in Paradise!"

"Now... shall we begin?"

His cold hand gently caresses the side of your face as he stops just behind you. His touch is no longer providing you with any relief. It only heightens the feeling of dread enveloping you like a dense cloud of smoke.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #zen ryu #mystic messenger zen #zen x reader #unknown choi #mystic messenger unknown #saeran choi #unknown x reader #saeran x reader #OH HEY IT'S FIXED #fun fact this was supposed to be more spicy than creepy but uh- #i found it way too fun to go all in on the messed up part of it #unknown is very creepy and ruthless in the bad endings - and also VERY quick to switch moods #i wanted to play around with that part of him #also!! first silent reader #i thought it'll be a fun challenge to write up from a perspective of someone who doesn't speak #i love writing dialogue so diving in more on the descriptive side of things was a fun exercise #and i edited unknown's lines from the games a bit #bc i love doing that

[adoranoia]

BITING YOU, BITING YOU, BITING YOU--

#* && IC #* && TBD #* && DASH COMM #* && SAERAN CHOI : DEVOUT / FOLLOWER . #he got embarrassed and this is his reaction. sigh. #ANYWAY IGNORE ME I'M JUST BEING SILLY #IN A GOOFY MOOD Y'KNOW............

[animeomegas]

So, you and your omega are…. uh… going at it… when your neighbour angrily bangs on the wall, yelling at you to keep it down. Oops. How does your omega react? 

“SORRY THAT YOU’RE LIFE IS BORING! TRY LOOSENING UP, IT WON’T KILL YOU!”: Kiba

*Proceeds to be louder on purpose, out of spite*: Kankuro, Deidara, Denki, Satan, Belphie, Seven, 

Barely acknowledges it. He’s busy, after all: Sai, Kisame, Todoroki, L, Solomon, Diavolo, 

He gives you the “deer in headlights” look for a moment, before collapsing into giggles. Oops. : Naruto, Kirishima, Mic, Mirio, Baxter

He kind of likes that people can hear him. He’ll probably quieten down to be polite, but it makes him hornier: Haku, Light (he can’t ruin his image too much after all)

He stops because it’s kind of awkward and he feels bad, but he’s not embarrassed: Sero, Beel, Barbatos (can’t ruin his image), Zen, V

His face is hot and he’s embarrassed, and it’s undeniably a little awkward, but he’ll get over it. He either stops for the night, or moves farther away from the shared wall. He might apologise the next day to smooth things over: Lee, Gaara, Yamato, (non-massacre) Itachi, Minato, Midoriya (it does make him a little horny though), Aizawa, Matsuda, Mammon, Yoosung, Derek

Stop immediately. Has a wave of aggression, which is really to hide the embarrassment. Pretends he doesn’t care, but he does and wants to stop for the evening: Sasuke, Neji, Bakugou, Lucifer, 

Humiliated, utterly and completely, his face heats up like you wouldn’t believe. He wants to stop, and is not going to be in the mood for a week: Shino, Iida, Toshinori, Tamaki, Leviathan, Cove

Stops immediately. He’s uncomfortable with the idea that people can hear him, but he’s not crazy embarrassed or anything (as long as it wasn’t anything particularly humiliating): (canon) Itachi, Kakashi, Simeon, Jumin, Saeran, 

#a/b/o #omegaverse #asks #naruto #obey me #mystic messenger #bnha #mha #death note #there's too many characters to tag lol

[cheritzteam]

[MM] Announcement on Mystic Messenger 7th Anniversary Event, 2023

Hello, this is Cheritz.

How was your June with the twins?  

The twins had a great time reading your childhood stories.

They also said they were happy to have someone special celebrate their birthday with them again this year :)

It's July, where half the year is gone and the second half starts. 

Do you remember what special anniversary is coming up?

It's July 9th,

We sincerely hope that you've had a happy and enjoyable seven years of sharing stories with the members on Mystic Messenger.

We hope you'll stay with us for many more years to come! 

So, are you ready to join us for our 7th anniversary celebration?

Check out the announcement below to learn more! 😉

< ① 7th Anniversary of Mystic Messenger : Mystic Wedding Day >

The theme of this year's RFA party is "Wedding"!

Maybe it's just the mood, but it seems like the members are more eager than usual.

Please come prepared with a nice outfit that fits the dress code!

Upload a post on social media using the hashtag #MM_My_WeddingLook sharing the wedding look you want to wear in the template provided! Don’t miss out on the chance to be one of the 15 lucky participants who will receive 50 hourglasses⌛ as a prize♥

Also, upload a post on social media using the hashtag #MM_Happy_7thanniv to celebrate Mystic Messenger’s 7th anniversary and try your chances at winning 50 ⌛ hourglasses as a prize>ㅁ<)9

< ② Game-Access Event >

If you access the game during the event below, you'll see a commemorative title image for Mystic Messenger’s 7th anniversary! Enjoy the game with the new title image and celebrate the 7th anniversary together.

Title Illustration : July 6th(Thur) - July 19th(Wed) (KST)

< ③ Mystic Messenger L-shaped Folder Ver.10 Released! >

July 6th, celebrating our 7th Anniversary, L-shaped Folder Ver.10 will be released!

Don’t miss out on the chance to see our special birthday illustrations and seasonal illustrations in larger size as real life merchandise! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

< L-shaped Folder Ver.10 >

2022 Valentine Day

2022 Yoosung★’s Birthday

2022 ZEN’s Birthday

2022 Children’s Day

2022 707&Saeran’s Birthday

6th Anniversary

2022 Summer

Detailed notice will be uploaded at Cheritz Market after release.

Also, to celebrate our 7th anniversary, we are offering a 15% discount on emoticon cushions on Cheritz Market!

If you have been hesitating to purchase them, please don’t miss your chance★.

Cheritz Market discounted period : July 6th (Wed) 2PM - July 13th (Wed) 2PM (KST)

Link to Cheritz Market : http://shop.cheritz.com 

Did you enjoy the announcement of 7th Anniversary events?

We would like to express our gratitude in advance for joining the special wedding day held to celebrate 7 years with RFA.

We hope you'll stay with Mystic Messenger for many more years to come! 

Thank you!

Cheritz.

#mysticmessenger #mysme #mm #cheritz #MM_My_WeddingLook #MM_Happy_7thanniv

[marshmallowprotection]

Oh, how you crave normalcy. All you want more than anything is to experience things that most people take for granted. It may be small to everyone else, but something as simple as having the opportunity to choose what you wear for once in your life feels like a dream come true.

Saeran has never had an opportunity to wear anything he chose for himself.

He was handed whatever clothes his mother bothered to give him and his brother when he was a child, then he was given whatever the church offered, and then he was forced to wear what Rika gave him. The only semblance of control he had over that was a simple saying that if he could dress the way he wanted, he would dress the way that he felt. At the time he said that to you, the only way he could imagine dressing himself was in dark and dreary clothes because his mood felt like a rain storm.

So, not only does it feel wonderful to have the opportunity to dress himself, it's a chance to finally have autonomy over the way he expresses himself. He dresses the way that he feels, he wears clothes that are soft to the touch and they don't scratch his skin, and the collar is no longer tight around his throat because his words belong to him and no one else. What a liberating feeling it is to go shopping for himself. Not only to feel like an average man, but to be given back control.

#mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #choi saeran #mm #ge Saeran #saeray

[password-door-lock]

“How the hell did you get out?” Saeran demands, standing in the doorway to the kitchen with all the imposing presence he can muster. After the morning he’s had, he is practically vibrating with rage.

He was already in a bad mood after talking to the believers, and when he noticed that his CCTV feed showed your room completely empty, he certainly didn’t cheer up. It only got worse when he discovered that you’d broken out— he was barely distracted for a few minutes, but in that short time, you managed to open the window and climb out into the garden. Now that he’s finally found you, after several frantic minutes wasted searching the grounds of Magenta, he’s beyond livid. He’s fuming, but the scary face he knows he’s making doesn’t seem to have much of an effect on you. 

“Oh, hey!” You greet him with a smile, like you don’t know who he is. Like you think he’s going to let this behavior slide— if that’s the case, you’re even dumber than he thought, which is really saying something. His expectations for you were charitably low to begin with, and your behavior thus far has only given him reason to lower them further. “You’re just in time.” 

He’s going to get you for this one. He doesn’t know how, but he’s sure that he’s going to— granted, he’s been trying for the past several days to break your spirit, and his efforts have remained entirely unsuccessful, but you are going to fucking pay. He’ll make sure of it. “Answer when I ask you a question, toy!” He screams. The sound of it is feral, nothing like the booming warning he was going for. 

Even that fails to impress the reality of your situation upon you. “Okay.” You aren’t even looking at him. Instead, you’re focused on the pan that you’re carefully tilting over a plate, onto which you drop some savory-looking concoction which smells… No. He doesn’t have time to worry about how it smells. He has to do something about your behavior. “I climbed out the window,” you explain, as if it’s nothing. Truth be told, Saeran didn’t think that particular escape route had occurred to you— did it really take you days to figure it out? Maybe it only took you days to grow desperate enough to actually do it. But if that’s the case…

“Why the hell did you come back?” Saeran demands. That’s the real question, after all: if your positions were reversed, if he were the type of fool who could actually survive away from Magenta, and if he got his feet on the ground outside— he’d never look back. Not that you could run very far in those pointy-toed shoes that Ray gave you, but anywhere would be better than here, especially for someone like you. 

Now, you do look at him, as if you’re amazed by how little he understands about the world. As if you feel sorry for him. How fucking dare you? Who gave you the right to pity him, when you’re the one trapped in such a shitty situation? Saeran is strong and doesn’t need the pity of someone who can’t even figure out how to escape properly. “Last night, I asked if you were eating well,” you remind him, “And you didn’t answer, so I got worried.” 

“Ha!” Despite the situation, Saeran barks out a laugh. “You’re insane. Something is seriously wrong with you if you actually think—” 

“It’s going to get cold. Come sit down,” you try to coax him over to the small table in the corner of the kitchen, dusting off the seat of the hitherto unused chair with the corner of your apron. Who gave you an apron? For some reason, that makes him angrier than anything— not only did you come back here after leaving, not only do you claim that you did it for his sake, as if he needs it, but you didn’t even have the decency to pretend to be afraid of him. You’ve clearly taken your time with this, going out of your way to put on an apron to protect your clothes— how arrogant. In the scheme of things, maybe Saeran shouldn’t be surprised.

The dish you’ve prepared looks damn good. He doesn’t need to taste it to know that he’s never had anything so delicious… he can tell just by the smell of it, the fact that you poured so much dedication into it. The fact that you cared enough to cook for him, even after all he’s put you through. The fact that you care about him, even though he doesn’t deserve it, even though anybody with a lick of sense would see that he wasn’t worthy of such affection. You really do have a serious problem— and now Saeran has to retaliate, to make sure that this never happens again.

He has to make sure that you never, ever put him in a position where he needs to make a decision like this. He has to break your spirit so you stop telling him sweet things, stop trying to fill his head with pretty lies. He has to condition you to ensure that you don’t step out of line again, that you don’t end up in the basement; you’re lucky that the Savior doesn’t know about this yet, because if she found out, Saeran’s intervention would mean nothing. He has to make sure that she never learns of your latest petty transgression, because the mercy she would show you wouldn’t really look much like mercy, after all. What the hell kind of trick is this, anyway? You probably poisoned the food, Saeran assures himself, or spat in it, at least. That’s what he’d do to himself, in your position. His brain is screaming that you’re different, that you’d never do that, that you might be the only person on this planet he can really trust, Savior included— he attributes these thoughts to Ray, despite the fact that they come at him in his own voice. 

“You made this just for me?” He coos, mocking your affection. Anything to make you stop looking for the good in him. It’s none of your goddamn business, anyway— whether he’s a closet saint or a devil to his core, your fate will still be just the same. “Aw, thank you, prince(ss). I really appreciate your consideration.” 

Your face lights up. Can’t you tell that he’s making fun of you? “I didn't know what you would like, so I just made something simple, and I hope it's—” 

Saeran picks the plate up and throws it onto the ground. It shatters, sending little bits of rice and cut-up chicken everywhere, along with vegetables that look suspiciously like mushrooms and several bulky shards of porcelain, all of it covered in some kind of sauce. Of course you had to use one of the Savior’s good plates, too— it’s like you’re trying to do as much damage as possible, to cause as much trouble for Saeran as you possibly can. He couldn’t fucking care less, not about the mess and not about your motivations. The believers can clean up the former, and he will deal with the latter. “You’re going back into the toy room. This time, I’ll paint that window shut so you can’t get out. And if you were smart, prince(ss), you would take the hint that I’m so generously giving you and figure out how to stay put.” Hopefully, the juxtaposition between ferocious growling and sickly-sweet cooing will throw you off your rhythm enough to make you actually listen.

You stare at him with this pathetic, hurt expression on your face. For a moment, Saeran thinks he’s won. He allows himself to believe that this will be the end of it. Then, you open your mouth and ruin everything, as you always do. “Okay, I guess you don’t like mushrooms,” you laugh at your own lackluster joke. “Noted. Same time tomorrow?”

Saeran squeezes his eyes shut, not ready to contend with the thought of going through all of this again. Why do you keep trying to help him? Can’t you see that he doesn’t need your help? All he needs is for you to stop challenging him, to let him sit with his worldview and continue to believe that Magenta is a paradise for everyone but himself. Why do you insist on ruining things? “Let’s go,” he barks, pulling you across the room. He won’t even think about it, he decides. That’s the best way to resist your tricks. But his own voice keeps reminding him that if you wanted to trick him, surely you would find a smarter way to do it. If only Saeran were an airhead, like you— then he might be able to ignore the reality of his situation. 

#Lately I've been thinking about Suit a lot #In my opinion we don't get enough time with him in canon #Like I just!! wanna!! show him!! how loved!! he is!! #I want to look after him and make sure he's doing okay! #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi

[pochipop]

＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — ASKING THEM TO SLOW DANCE AT THE PARTY (2).

#. synopsis! — you ask them to slow dance at the official rfa party .

#. characters! —saeyoung (707) , saeran (ray) , jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

When the song changes to one with a smoother tempo and the lights in the party hall dim quite a bit, there's a notable shift in the general mood. Saeyoung seems relaxed for the first time, as if he's finally come to the conclusion that he's under no obligation to make himself miserable all the time to repay for sins he never willingly committed. To your slight embarrassment, he catches you staring up at him, admiring the way his glasses reflect the soft, yellow lights and the way his brightly colored hair curls ever so slightly at the tips.

You can't see it at the moment, but you have a feeling he's blushing. A bashful smile tugs at his lips, though he does his best to stifle it.

". . . Would you like to dance?" You ask, —pulling something out of nowhere in order to simmer both of your high-strung emotions down.

Saeyoung seems a bit taken aback by the request at first, but doesn't appear to be off-put by it. If he were to mask his feelings and revert back to the man you met in the chatroom originally, he'd have done some silly dance move in hopes of making you laugh. If he were to revert to being Luciel, the boy with too many emotions built up inside of him to count, he'd have denied you the opportunity to have even asked that comfortably in the first place.

But this, —this is Saeyoung. A little bit of Seven, a little bit of Luciel. Someone with layers and intricate parts. Someone strong-willed, but also someone sensitive. Someone painfully insecure at times who has sought strength in your light, and within his own.

"Sure," he gives you a gentle smile, offering his hand to you, "let's dance."

This is his equilibrium.

He has two left feet and it's obvious, but you don't mention it, and he knows you don't really care in the first place. You didn't ask to dance with him in order to put on any kind of spectacular performance. . . You asked to dance with him because it felt right, and you wanted him to pull you closer.

And you certainly got your wish. Your head is resting along his shoulder and his hands are hooked under your arms, fingers curving around your shoulders. You can feel the way he breathes, soft and slow in this moment with you, his heart beating a little quicker than it normally would. He smells of cologne with a tinge of sweetness, likely from his favorite snack. His scent is comforting, and it completely wipes away any lingering worries about what anyone else thinks of you being here with him.

Saeyoung is so warm. 

Like beaming sunlight after a night of torrential storms. Like a steaming cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter’s day.

"I'm still having a hard time believing that all of this isn't a dream," he admits, voice softer than you've ever heard it before. "Out of all the people in the world. . . Out of all the people in the RFA. . . I just can't believe you picked me."

"I do care about everyone in the RFA, of course," you acknowledge, "but with you, it's just different. You're the only person I've ever met that's made me feel like this."

The only person I've ever met that's made my heart race quite this horribly; as if my chest is in hyperdrive. The only person that's ever yearned to accept me for all the things I am and will never prove to be.

His grip softens a bit on your shoulders, as if realizing that he doesn’t need to keep you locked in his embrace. You’d come to it willingly. . . You’ll seek him not out of obligation, not because you want him for something he’d be hard pressed to give. But simply because you love him, and you care. . . And that’s all Saeyoung could ever ask for.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran doesn’t seem fond of the idea at first. When you ask, his nose scrunches up a little, as if reflexively disgusted by the thought of it. But before he denies your request, he takes a moment to ponder on the prospect. He does love you, and of that he’s sure, but being touched, being loved, accepting adoration and affection. . . Yeah, those things haven’t quite been settled yet. Far from it, in fact. But the waver in his pale mint irises assures you that he’s not opposed to the idea of dancing with you in particular. No, it’s not that at all.

It’s just the idea of being so close to someone, letting someone else see him in a position that could even be so much as interpreted as vulnerable, is a hard scenario to swallow.

“Sorry,” you apologize softly, voice barely above a whisper, “maybe I shouldn’t have asked right now.”

He pauses, lips parting ever so slightly as if he has something to say but isn’t sure what that something is just yet. After a few seconds pass, he utters: “No, no. . . It’s not that.”

Saeran pauses again, searching for the proper way to turn his thoughts and feelings into words that you can understand. In times like these, he wishes you could just slither in through his ear and live inside his brain; hear all his thoughts instead of him having to try and water them down and push out to relay them to you coherently. There are also times where he wishes you could just crawl inside him, rest between his ribs and listen to the beat of his heart; —the one that hammers away for you.

“I’d like to,” he concludes, tacking on: “but let's stay over here in the corner.”

You nod. After all, it’s not like you’d asked to dance with him to show him off to everyone at the party. You really don’t feel as if you need to prove anything at all to anyone else. As long as Saeran knows you care for him and would hold his hand through the fiery pits of hell, you really don’t care who else supports or believes in your relationship. They aren’t the ones that matter here.

When his arms encircle your waist, a smile tugs uncontrollably at your lips. Saeran actively avoids eye contact, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of it. You don’t try to force it for the sake of some picture-perfect romance movie moment. Nothing displayed up on a silver screen could ever compare to the reality of this; —Saeran’s sloppy footwork, awkward hands, and the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

“You’re so gentle,” you mumble quietly, so much so that it almost slips him by.

He’s a bit confused by that. Out of all the ways you could describe him, gentle doesn’t seem to be one he’s ever felt accurately depicted him. Weak might be better, in his opinion. . . Foolish, gullible, —fragile, even.

But he knows you’re not insulting him. You’re pointing out something you love about him. Something he himself hates. Although, it's hard to hate that side of himself when you seem to love it so fondly. It’s hard to hate any side of himself when he’s with you.

Saeran doesn’t say much in the time between the first and second slow songs of the night. His silence is steeped in comfort, —the kind that he’s never felt before. As time all but stands still for the both of you, he gradually allows himself to get closer, allows his walls to come down little by little. Still not much one for direct eye contact in moments like these, Saeran closes his eyes when he rests his forehead gingerly against your own. 

“I love you,” you tell him tentatively.

He says nothing in response, —but he doesn’t need to. The way his grip tightens against your upper hip says it all.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun is by no means a stranger to slow dancing. Though he’s far from an expert, he likes to think he knows his way around a few basic steps well enough to not completely embarrass himself. So, when you ask him to dance with you at the party, he has no reason in particular to deny you. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about it, though.

His hands know well to mind the appropriate distance between certain areas of your body, and Jihyun spares no exception in being sure you’re as comfortable as can be. He’s so light-handed you even have to reassure him that he’s allowed to be firm and expressive.

“You don’t need to keep your distance,” you say, “—if it’s for my sake, I appreciate the thought, but it’s really not necessary.”

He swallows, but his palm readjusts to lay flat against the curve of your side. Jihyun is many things, and gentle is one of them. Both because it seems to simply be in his nature, and because he worries often that pressing too roughly against things he deeply cares for will render him alone, lost at sea once again. And if he lost you after everything it’s taken for him to be able to call you his, he’s not sure what he’d do with himself in the wake of it.

“I want to be close to you,” you add, “—if that’s what you want too, of course.”

“It is,” Jihyun quickly assures you, “so much so that it pulls at my heart until I’m not sure I can even stand it anymore.”

Of all people, Jihyun knows what it’s like to love, to give it all, and to be left with nothing in return. While he once hollowed himself out for the sake of someone who couldn’t love anyone more than her own shadow, —you are eons different in the best, most positive ways.

In a way, Jihyun feels as if this closeness depollutes him, and makes him cleaner by the second.

As if everything has settled around him for the first time in what feels like forever, and he no longer has to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone. . . Because you’re there to uphold it with him.

The soft, sweet, melodic song playing throughout the party hall continues on, and as it does, Jihyun finds himself naturally relaxing into your warmth until one hand is planted firmly along your side and the other has laced your fingers with his. Your heart melts with every humble brush of his fingertips. As you rest your head near the crook of his neck, you can smell his expensive cologne. It’s warm-toned and almost soothing in nature, —a gift from Jumin, no doubt.

“I prefer simple things like this more than anything,” Jihyun confesses. “I’ve never been one for fancy restaurants or designer shops. I like this much better. . . The two of us sharing a moment together, and that being good enough.”

“More than anything, I just like to see you happy,” you mumble in reply.

And it’s true. Nothing in the world beats the heart-fluttering feeling that Jihyun’s smile invokes from you.

“It’s easier to be happy when you’re here,” he answers. “There’s no pressure, no expectations. . . You’re not looking to gain anything from me. You’ve seen every inch of my soul, have borne witness to all my sins, and yet here you are. . . Loving me. Holding me. . . As if I genuinely deserve it, even though I don’t.”

“You do deserve it, Jihyun,” you whisper.

And I’ll be right here by your side until you believe it yourself.

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[shewrotesomething]

The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You (Unknown)

Marriage was a distant thought to Saeran. He never really considered it. With everything that’s happened, really, it’s the last thing he could even begin thinking of. That was fine, you never pushed him to jump into anything he wasn’t ready for. 

He could remember the day he changed his mind though, or at least, felt a shift in his heart. 

At the time, some days were better than others. And when they weren’t… they really weren’t.

His brother had to be out of town for an entire week, and so, the two of you figured to stay at your place for a few days. 

He had a terrible time falling asleep. Too many thoughts in his head. Thoughts such as, if you wake up one day and decided you didn’t want to bear his burden with him, well, he wouldn’t blame you. Thoughts such as, the longer he spends with you, the more he’d ruin you. Thoughts such as, he wanted to be okay. Just for a day. To be okay so you wouldn’t have a hard time.

A nightmare came for him that night. Nothing gruesome. Or perhaps it was. He couldn’t remember anymore. All he knew was that he grasped for your presence, only to wake up and realize you were gone.

His heart leapt to his throat and he ripped his sheet away to reach for his phone on your nightstand. A text message read: Heeeey, I had to leave super early. I have to deal with an emergency. Didn’t want to wake you. Tell me when you’re up though!

He was frustrated, immediately. First, at you, for leaving so early, then at himself, for thinking such things. It’s fine, he’ll deal with it. He had to learn to deal with his emotions by himself. He had to learn to be stronger for you.

His mood didn’t improve throughout the day. Even when he did some work to get his mind off of it.

Saeran slammed his laptop shut and leaned back on the couch. From his seat, he spotted the trash can. It was filled to the brim. Not only that, it couldn’t even close with how much trash there was. He remembered telling you to take that out 2 days ago, why is it still there?

The door clicked open then and you strode inside with a bag of groceries. “Oh hi, you’re up. Didn’t you see my text?”

He did. He didn’t really want to reply.

His lack of reply didn’t deter you. “I ran into an old classmate on the way home, she’s inviting me to a party, but honestly we weren’t even that close so I don’t know if I should go. I remember she once told me I had weird legs…” 

As you narrated your day, you organized the groceries.

Saeran was only half listening. The other half was sitting in a boiling pot of anger and frustration.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked when you noticed his unnatural silence. “Sorry that dinner is taking so long, do you want to eat something while you wait?”

Saeran rolled his eyes. “You know what I want? I want you to take out the trash already. It’s been a full 24 hours since I asked you to take it out and there it is. I can’t believe you can live in this kind of mess!”

“Oh, well I—”

“You’ve been walking around in the kitchen for nearly an hour, you don’t notice how the trash doesn’t even close anymore? You remember what your aunt said about your shirt 3 weeks ago but you can’t remember to take out the trash you see everyday? Grow up!”

He watched the expression on your face melt from surprise and confusion into quiet vitriol. Your breath heaved. His throat tightened. Then, came the tears. Your lips quivering with words you refused to release. Only then did he realize he’s gone too far.

Without a word, you put the potholder down on the counter and pull the trash bag out of the can and tie it off nicely. You crossed the room.

“MC, I—”

You held a hand up to stop him before grabbing your wallet and keys. “I love you, but I need a moment,” you told him before you walked out the door.

Saeran’s heart dropped to his gut when he heard the door shut. This was bad. This was really bad. You’ve had arguments before but this was the first time he’s seen you so angry you couldn’t even speak. 

He should go after you. Wait. No. That would be worse. You’ll be back. Right? What you said earlier definitely means you’ll come back. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Saeran bolted out the door. Looking both ways on the street. You were nowhere to be found. 

He messed up big time. Why is he like this? Why her? Of all people why her?

Walking back inside, he tried not to panic. He should call you. His eyes jumped to the couch where his phone sat. He dialed your number only to discover that you had left your phone on the dinner table.

His fault. His fault. His fault. He’s shit. His fault. His fault. You left. It’s his fault. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Not your fault. Not your fault. 

Saeran curled himself up on the wall next to the door.

He doesn’t know for how long he sat there. This wasn’t the first time this has happened. He’s snapped before…but… you always stayed. 

You always stayed…

The door clicked open and he sprang out of the ground.

There you were. Despite your insistence to look indifferent, the spot of redness under your eyes betrayed you. He did this to you. His fault. His fault. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. I…I’m not okay… I’m not okay. It’s not your fault. I took it out on you and I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave again.” Tears started flowing down your cheeks and nails dug into his heart. He wanted to touch you. Was he allowed to touch you? Please just don’t leave.  “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I’ll do anything, just… I really didn’t—”

THWACK!

A cold object collided with his chest and landed on the ground. Saeran looked down and it was a packet of popsicle ice cream. He bent down to pick it up. When he looked up at you, you had wiped away your tears and had a pout on your face.

“Just eat your ice cream.”

Saeran hasn’t heard a louder I love you.

#saeran x oc #saeran x reader #saeranmysticmessenger #saeran choi #mystic messenger #mystic messenger unknown #mysme saeran #mysme fanfic #mysme imagines #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons

[thestargirlfromoon]

Saeran with a

Mc opposite to him.

Headcanons

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Well first of all you two would be like Yin and Yang.

●While Saeran is constantly active working as an opposite Mc is a procrastinator, in which case Saeran would help you to be more productive and you would help him to relax more and take a break to take a nap together.

●Saeran likes to dress according to his mood, so after getting out of Magenta he wears more white clothes and you like to wear a lot of black and dark colors, whenever you buy clothes for each other they are opposite colors and the RFA make fun (in a good way) of you two because of that.

●Saeran talks to you openly about how much he loves you and is very affectionate with you, in your case you find it difficult to say "I love you" in words even though your mind screams I love you whenever you see him.

●Saeran loves the blue sky and you prefer it cloudy. He loves summer and spring and you love autumn and winter, both complement each other.

●Always when the seasons change, just like you crack a smile when spring comes imagining Saeran watching the flowers bloom , in winter Saeran smiles imagining how cute you look watching with admiration every drop of rain that falls from the sky.

●Saeran is more inclined to be a househusband as you're not a big fan of housework (maybe due to allergies to dust or just not really into this kind of thing).

●Saeran is very organized and you don't mind messes, there may be some conflicts but you two resolve them after all, you love each other too much to argue over trivial things although Saeran will lecture you if he sees you messing around the house after he's finish cleaned up and punishes you for it tickling you until you laugh a lot.

●you are a more dominant person who is afraid to give all of yourself in a relationship and Saeran has a more submissive personality who gives himself completely in the relationship to the point of sacrificing himself.

●you two have a small matching tattoo, you have the yang(who represents Saeran) and Saeran have the yin(What represents you).

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You and Saeran's aesthetic:

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couple accessory of you two:

#ge saeran #mystic messenger #saeran #saeran choi #saeran x mc #mysme saeran #mysme #saeran x reader #mystic messenger fanfiction #mystic messenger x reader #mysme headcanon #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons #saeran headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #saeran choi x reader #mysme x reader #otome game #mm saeran #saeran mysme #saeran mystic messenger #mystic messenger x mc #mystic messenger saeran #mystic messeger headcanon #cheritz

[mystic-headcanons]

hi this is the same anon who just sent the message about the recent saeran fic and then a saeran request, i just saw your jumin autism headcanons, and I LOVE!!! i also have autism and you are right, autism recognize autism and jumin is autistic through and through <3 jumin with an autistic mc would be so cute, he’s so bad at taking care of himself despite how well functioning he seems so someone who understands would be so good for him!! hope you don’t mind the spam lol i just wanted to let you know your writing is appreciated :3

THANK YOU!!! i’m veeeery excited to write ur saeran request 🥰

also i’m using this to push more autistic jumin and mc hcs because i could talk for daaays about them <3

you and jumin can and HAVE talked for hours about special interests. he’ll often repeat the same fact a few times, but it’s so endearing and he is visibly excited when someone listens, so you never point it out.

if either of you collect anything, it’ll be proudly displayed on a shelf that you call the tism corner when jumin isn’t around (definitely not at all based on what my bestie does with me)

the absolute funniest miscommunications happen between you two

jumin is absolutely horrible at taking care of himself, but is really good at taking care of you. he'll forget to do basic self care with himself-- he can and has before gone a full day without eating because he just. forgot.

but when it comes to you, jumin is asking like every three hours if you ate. if you wanted a snack. if there are certain foods you wanted that day.

HATES even numbers. they "have bad vibes" according to jumin

he also hates big utensils for that reason

jumin has a daily routine that he meticulously follows. if it's disrupted, he gets this Look on his face like he's about to commit a crime

there exists, somewhere on his phone, a very shaky video of you vocally stimming. jumin is 100% sure if you ever found it he would probably get murdered

i feel the need to reiterate again that jumin has a personal vendetta against crushed velvet <3

jumin has THEEE best poker face. sometimes he'll fuck with you and you genuinely can't tell if he's serious or messing around

jumin has every single cat statistic memorized

jumin has and probably will again ruin a mood by voice a random thought and then the conversation will spiral until it's been two hours and both of you forgot what you'd originally wanted to do

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin han #jumin han x mc

[natasha-in-space]

Just wanted to let you know I've been scrolling through your writings and I'm so in love. <3

As for my request.. GE Saeran or Ray planting flowers/ tending the garden with MC? I need a little more fluff in my life. :)

"Y/N? What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, Ray!" You immediately perked up at the sound of the voice you knew so well, jumping up onto your feet from the small patch of soil you were crouching in before and turning to face him fully, a giddy smile slowly forming on your face as you took in his curious gaze. It was akin to an instinct that you couldn't control. The sight of him there made you feel so happy that it was hard to contain your excitement. "Sorry. Were you worried for me? I knew I should have texted you..."

"No, no, it's quite alright... You're one of us now, and Magenta is your home. I'm just... surprised." He smiled sheepishly at you, his shoulders relaxing little by little as he took in your cheery demeanor. It was apparent to you that your new status was a strange change for him, despite his efforts to make you feel comfortable. After all, he has grown so close with you in the last couple of weeks... It was probably hard for him to view you as a fellow believer now, rather than his precious tester.

You quickly dusted yourself off before picking up a plastic water can that you were busy working with before. "Well, I wanted to plant some flowers! It was supposed to be a surprise for you, but... I'm, uh, actually kind of struggling here. The gardener I saw acted all antsy around me for some reason, so I didn't want to bother the poor guy. Say... if you, maybe, have some free time on your hands... could you help me out? Just a little?"

After all, it was worth a shot trying to ask him.

"Well, of course! You've done so much for me ever since I came here! I simply wanted to repay the favor. After all, I know how much you love your flower friends. So, can you lend me a hand so that I don't kill any of these poor innocent seedlings?" You chat with him in a lighthearted tone, eager to keep the mood pleasant and comfortable between the two of you. Ray had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts at times! And, you wanted to distract him a bit from the recent mess up with the Savior that has kept him stressed and anxious throughout the last week.

Ray's eyes practically lit up as you said that, revealing a pale blush on his cheeks in a matter of seconds. He seemed to be rather taken aback by your invitation... in a good way, from what you could see. "A... A surprise? For me...?"

"O-Of course. I'd love to." Although there was a slight stutter in his soft voice, he took a small step towards you. His eyes locked onto yours with an emotion that was a mix between gratitude and admiration. It appears that he was ready for the task after all!

"Great! So, uh, I'm actually unsure of how much water the soil needs, so could you help me with that? Those are white camelia seedlings... I read up on the right way to plant them, but it's not as easy as I thought." You explained to him with an awkward chuckle, crouching down next to the small spot of fresh soil you've chosen to plant in and gesturing around all the gardening equipment you managed to bring out with you. Although the gardener believer was anxious, he was willing to carry all the heavy stuff for you, and you were grateful for that.

He made it look so easy... like it was second nature to him. You only wished he could have more time and freedom on his hands to pursue these small activities that actually brought him joy... but, since you didn't want to ruin the moment, you never brought up this forbidden topic at hand.

Soon, you were both working in comfortable silence, nothing but the gentle rustle of greenery and the evening melody of crickets interrupting the sound of your gradual progress. Although, by this time, you spent more energy on ogling Ray than actually gardening. You couldn't help yourself! He looked so graceful as his hands placed each tiny seed in its respective hole... You never knew something like gardening could even look graceful! But, oh, what you liked most of all was seeing how... peaceful Ray's gaze has become the longer you worked. He appeared completely relaxed at this moment, enjoying doing something he loved and not worrying about anything. For this brief magical moment, at the very least.

"Oh hey, that one looks like a kitty!" You called out, pointing out the specific cluster of clouds you were talking about, with a silly snicker falling from your lips. There was something so... relaxing about doing this with him. It's possible to forget the huge imposing castle made of white marble towering behind you and, for a brief moment, find yourself free as a bird amidst these fluffy clouds. It was bittersweet, in a way.

The initial plan was to help you with your gardening effort, but it turned out to be cloud-watching as you sat next to each other on the lush grass, your arms barely touching. The closeness is just right to make your heart race, but not too much to cause anything prohibited within Mint Eye. Sort of like a secret date.

"I'm afraid I can't really see that, but your imagination is something definitely worth of admiration." Ray chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he glanced at you with amusement before returning his attention to the rosy evening sky above.

"Y-Yes?" He stuttered, his gaze now glued to you, even as his cheeks grew redder and redder as he inevitably took notice of just how close your faces truly were now that you laid your head on his shoulder.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, sighing with a sense of peacefulness that enveloped you like a warm blanket, he jolted and made a tiny adorable squeak at your sudden touch. You were aware that he didn't object to this. Ray was someone almost as touch-starved as you... although, it took you some time to realize that his jumpy reactions weren't made out of discomfort, but rather unfamiliarity with such gestures of affection. "...Ray?"

"Do you know the meaning of white camelia?"

"That's right. You're adorable." You whispered affectionately to him, as if it were a secret meant only to be shared between you, then leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

Your question caused his flustered mind to scramble and his eyes to grow wide. It wasn't long before a shaky gasp came from his lips, making you giggle in response.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #ray choi #choi saeran #choi ray #mystic messenger ray #ray x reader #saeran x reader #I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG OMG WORK HAS BEEN KICKING MY BUTT LATELY #i literally squealed when i saw this request - your art is so so pretty!! #thank u for loving my silly little writings <3 #i hope u enjoy this secret date with ray hehe #btw yes the gardener believer is v #i just find it hilarious how the poor guy practically has a heart attack whenever he has to interact with someone while in disguise #so he's a little easter egg!

[ciaossu-imagines]

For the Disney day of the event, to kind of take a beloved topic and use it for the various fandoms, I decided to do a little post about the Mystic Messengers and their favourite Disney characters! I hope you lovelies will enjoy!

Jihyun’s mother liked to show him Disney movies in various languages on the rare occasions she got to spend overnights with him. She would always end their evenings with one before bedtime, so V became knowledgeable about at least the classic Disney movies. He always particularly loved Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She loved the Beast for everything he was, even the worst of him, was truly kind while being intelligent and he loved everything about that movie, from the love story to the songs to the art and the villains.

Jumin has watched almost all the Disney films as they came out and has been to the majority of the Disney parks. His father definitely thought that Disney was something of a cultural touchstone, especially among children, and that it would give Jumin something to talk about with other children, such as those born to the Chairman’s business contacts. Because Jumin grew up with them, he finds he has a nostalgic connection with Disney and does keep up with the newer movies. His favourite is a more recent one, but he really enjoys Coco. The music, the colours and art, the storyline, he felt it was all really beautiful. However, as much as he loves the movie and feels for the main character, his favourite character is still from the classic movies, Quasimodo. It was actually the animated Hunchback of Notre Dame that made Jumin want to go and read the classic novel.

Zen loves Disney movies because they’re the perfect mix of music and story. He prefers the movies that have more music in them and can do perfect renditions of all of his favourite Disney songs, especially ‘Go The Distance’ from Hercules. Speaking of Hercules, it’s his second favourite Disney movie. Aladdin just barely tops it out for his most favourite and it’s Aladdin himself who is Zen’s favourite Disney character.

Jaehee has actually gone her whole life without seeing any of the animated Disney films. Any Disney film she has seen is only because it was a film made by someone else that Disney acquired the rights to. Because of this, she does technically have a favourite Disney character, with it being Maria from The Sound of Music.

Yoosung actually is another one who really does enjoy Disney films, even as an adult. He’s watched the majority of the classics, with The Lion King being his favourite. He loves Simba and kind of wished he could be like Simba when he was a kid, but as an adult, his favourite character would have to be Marlin from Finding Nemo. That movie always makes Yoosung tear up every time he watches it.

Saeyoung gets into moods where he’ll want to binge Disney films, just because they’re usually light watches, with happy endings and catchy music, and they don’t take a lot of mental power to watch. He really, really connected to Stitch from Lilo & Stitch for reasons he can’t even rightly explain and it’s his favourite Disney character by far.

Saeran, for the aesthetics and for the story, really does enjoy The Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus both. They’re the only Disney movies he really watches with any regularity, as Disney movies aren’t normally really his thing. His favourite character is actually Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, with Binx from Hocus Pocus being a really close second.

Vanderwood has actually never watched a Disney movie in his life up until he met Saeyoung. It’s Seven who makes Vanderwood sit through them whenever Saeyoung gets in a Disney mood, so his choice of characters is based off the maybe four Disney movies he’s ever seen. I do think Vanderwood really enjoys the more live action Disney movies, and his favourite is Tron Legacy, with Sam Flynn being his favourite Disney hero.

Rika always connected more with the villains in Disney films than the heroes. It’s really hard for her to pick an absolute favourite among them but she’s really fond of both Maleficent and Ursula. She especially loves Ursula’s voice, which she finds really soothing for some reason and she knows all the words to ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’.

#unrequested prompts #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme headcanons #rfa #rika mysme #vanderwood #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #zen #hyun ryu #jumin han #jihyun kim #headcanons #disney

[rfaromance]

"Why do you love me, even on the days I'm particularly unlovable?"

An unexpected query. Saeyoung turned his wide, bewildered eyes onto his lover. Oddly, they were looking ahead, somewhere into the distance--perhaps wherever their thoughts had led them, far away into some topsy-turvy land where anyone could even fathom to describe them as "unlovable."

"Those days don't exist," he stated simply. "Never have, never will."

A disdainful guffaw. Their reaction both unsettled and disappointed him. "I think you're confused," they huffed. "Because I am unlovable every day, so you can't tell which days are especially bad." The indignant wind seemed to leave their lungs as their shoulders hunched in and their posture lowered into a pitiful slouch.

"Those days don't exist," Saeyoung repeated, more firmly this time. "I love you every day, no matter what."

That answer didn't seem to appease them, either. Saeyoung watched with pained eyes as the light of his life folded their arms across their chest and turned away from him. "You're either sick, or you're just as messed up as I am," they muttered bitterly. "Nobody in their right mind would tolerate me. My extreme emotions, my fluctuating moods, my wishy-washy decisions, my bizarre interests, my--"

"Stopppp!" Saeyoung held his arms in front of his face in the shape of a big X. "Nope! No! Not allowed! No bullying my starshine!" he declared.

Having finally caught their attention, Saeyoung blinked softly at his lover before reaching to gently cup their hands in his. "I love your passion. I love your fire. I love your thoughtfulness. I love your hobbies. I love you, Y/N."

He was in no place to scold them for feeling this way. After all, he'd long thought of himself as unlovable, as a monster, as a sinner, as a disgrace whose only happiness could be knowing that Saeran could live a fulfilling, peaceful life.

But Y/N had shone their light on him, lost in the cold darkness of space for as long as he was.

"I love you because I love you. There's no hack for that."

#saeyoung choi #707 #luciel choi #saeyoung x reader #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #Mm #DL

[mysticqueer]

‘working theory’ - ch.1/?

takes place during day 8 of Ray’s route- what if MC put together the connection between Seven and Saeran all on her own?

Your thumbs hovered uselessly over the digital keyboard.

Zen and Seven were talking in the chatroom, mood far more somber than usual. If you were silent for too long, they might start to get concerned. Which, well-- you almost wish they were. But for the sake of your safety you needed to give the impression that nothing was wrong.

Which made bringing up the next topic of conversation nonchalantly a real challenge.

MC: Hey Seven... can I ask you a random question?

Your heart pounded as you mustered the courage to ask even that. It wasn’t like you had any solid proof behind your theory, just a gut instinct. The hours you spent staring at Seven’s ridiculous cosplay photos, the icy way that Ray spoke about the redheaded hacker...

You knew, deep down, that this was likely a bad idea. But your curiosity always got the better of you. That’s how you’d ended up in this situation, after all. You felt like you were being watched, a constant presence over your shoulder, watching your every move. Of course, you knew it wasn’t just paranoia. Saeran was surely watching you over the cameras right now, just like always. You fought the tension trying to take over your body.

707: I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to answer

707: depending on what it’s about.

707: but you’re always free to ask. what’s up?

Seven’s serious tone, as always, hurt your heart just a little bit. He was normally so upbeat and quirky. The events of the last few days were clearly weighing on him.

You tell yourself, unconvincingly, that it will be fine. It’s not as if you’re sending out a flare for help. You aren’t technically doing anything you aren’t supposed to. You take a deep breath and type.

MC: Do you... have a brother?

...

Silence.

Then...

- 707 has left the chatroom. -

Your blood turns cold in your veins. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting. You’d been hoping, perhaps, for some lighthearted, joking reply. Something that would disprove your theory once and for all.

Zen is typing something, but you pay little attention, your thoughts racing. Suddenly-

Incoming Call - 707

You should reject it. You should really reject it. You’re almost certain that Saeran knows about what you said, and you doubt he’ll be happy. Talking further to Seven would only be digging your grave even deeper. At this point would it be better to tell the truth, ask for help, and hope for the best? Or to try and play it off as nothing, dissuade his suspicions?

You hit the ‘answer’ button without thinking.

“MC?” Seven’s tone is light, with barely concealed tension and urgency. He’s trying to hide how your question affected him, you’re almost sure. He’s a secret agent, normally so good at hiding his true feelings. Hearing him like this... emotions so barely concealed, was unnerving.

“Hey...” you answer lamely. Play it off, or ask for help? Do you even have time for either? The blinking red light of the security camera in your room feels like hot breath on your neck.

“MC, sorry about leaving so suddenly, but I... why did you ask me that?” Seven asks in a tight voice. He can’t seem to quite collect his thoughts. You can relate.

“Oh- it’s nothing, I just, uh... saw somebody who I thought looked like you...”

A sharp intake of breath, and then... nothing?

“Seven?”

“...”

You look down at your phone, and find the screen blank. No phone call. No messenger. Just error text. Your heart drops.

BANG

The door to your room suddenly slams open. In steps the boy in the suit with white hair, his eyes furious.

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His heart pounding, his breaths shallow, Seven-no, Saeyoung, types rapidly at his computer. He’s most certainly Saeyoung now, not Seven. Thirty seconds. It took thirty seconds and a single line of text to strip away his carefully built armor named 707. Now it’s just Saeyoung, his hands shaking as he tries desperately to restore his connection with MC.

Why would she ask him that?

The question itself had been one thing. It could have been innocuous. But MC, and her situation, were unbelievably suspicious at best. Even though he believed MC herself to have no bad intent, her situation and relationship with the hacker was sketchy enough to make him wary of trusting her.

Why would she ask him that?

He’d called her on impulse, which may have been a bad idea. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but it wasn’t how her voice had sounded, quiet and so hesitant. Scared. She’d sounded almost scared.

He hadn’t expected his connection to cut out so suddenly, lines of reckless and aggressive code pasting itself over his screen in almost an instant.

Saeran... Saeran was somehow involved in this.

In what manner, he didn’t know. But clearly, this hacker, who was unbelievably and scarily efficient, didn’t want him to know.

He... he needed to call V.

V. The man’s name was starting to feel like a bitter taste in his mouth.

But first, he needed to get back into contact with MC. He hoped to God that she was alright, but he also knew better. For the sake of MC, and for the sake of Saeran, he needed to find the truth. He needed to find them before-

Connection Restored

Saeyoung didn’t even have time to breathe as he frantically opened MC’s contact and hit ‘call’. It was definitely going through. He’d broken through the hacker’s code, and the phone rang on the other end. He felt like a statue, completely and utterly still.

There was no answer.

#ngl i may or may not actually write more for this #just an idea i had in my head and wanted to jot down #oh how i wanted to cause some chaos in the chat during rays route #mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mm 707 #mm unknown #mm ray #fanfiction #fanfic #ff

[cheritzteam-es]

[MM] Announcement on Mystic Messenger 7th Anniversary Event, 2023

Hello, this is Cheritz.

How was your June with the twins?  

The twins had a great time reading your childhood stories.

They also said they were happy to have someone special celebrate their birthday with them again this year :)

It's July, where half the year is gone and the second half starts. 

Do you remember what special anniversary is coming up?

It's July 9th,

We sincerely hope that you've had a happy and enjoyable seven years of sharing stories with the members on Mystic Messenger.

We hope you'll stay with us for many more years to come! 

So, are you ready to join us for our 7th anniversary celebration?

Check out the announcement below to learn more! 😉

< ① 7th Anniversary of Mystic Messenger : Mystic Wedding Day >

The theme of this year's RFA party is "Wedding"!

Maybe it's just the mood, but it seems like the members are more eager than usual.

Please come prepared with a nice outfit that fits the dress code!

Upload a post on social media using the hashtag #MM_My_WeddingLook sharing the wedding look you want to wear in the template provided! Don’t miss out on the chance to be one of the 15 lucky participants who will receive 50 hourglasses⌛ as a prize♥

Also, upload a post on social media using the hashtag #MM_Happy_7thanniv to celebrate Mystic Messenger’s 7th anniversary and try your chances at winning 50 ⌛ hourglasses as a prize>ㅁ<)9

< ② Game-Access Event >

If you access the game during the event below, you'll see a commemorative title image for Mystic Messenger’s 7th anniversary! Enjoy the game with the new title image and celebrate the 7th anniversary together.

Title Illustration : July 6th(Thur) - July 19th(Wed) (KST)

< ③ Mystic Messenger L-shaped Folder Ver.10 Released! >

July 6th, celebrating our 7th Anniversary, L-shaped Folder Ver.10 will be released!

Don’t miss out on the chance to see our special birthday illustrations and seasonal illustrations in larger size as real life merchandise! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

< L-shaped Folder Ver.10 >

2022 Valentine Day

2022 Yoosung★’s Birthday

2022 ZEN’s Birthday

2022 Children’s Day

2022 707&Saeran’s Birthday

6th Anniversary

2022 Summer

Detailed notice will be uploaded at Cheritz Market after release.

Also, to celebrate our 7th anniversary, we are offering a 15% discount on emoticon cushions on Cheritz Market!

If you have been hesitating to purchase them, please don’t miss your chance★.

Cheritz Market discounted period : July 6th (Wed) 2PM - July 13th (Wed) 2PM (KST)

Link to Cheritz Market : http://shop.cheritz.com 

Did you enjoy the announcement of 7th Anniversary events?

We would like to express our gratitude in advance for joining the special wedding day held to celebrate 7 years with RFA.

We hope you'll stay with Mystic Messenger for many more years to come! 

Thank you!

Cheritz.

#mysticmessenger #mysme #mm #cheritz