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space-kitten-606 · 10 months
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Feral screeching intesifies
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nek0mars · 10 months
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Redraw of last year’s art!! (Just with less color)
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wendy-606 · 5 months
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Hi guys!! I got the wonderful opportunity to contribute to the @wiltedmysmes zine. It was a great experience to work with so many amazing artists!!
Check out their account to get more info about the zine if you want to explore many more sides of Saeran!!🥀
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amagicalduckling · 1 year
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A reminder....
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brighteststar707 · 4 months
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Request for the blogiversary event for @princessjung!
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Naturally Gravitating Closer Together
✦ GE Saeran x Fem!MC
✦ Words: 784
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It is a fact well-known amongst the members of the RFA that if you are looking for Saeran, you will always find his love close by. It started as a joke, but it has proven true more often than not.  
From the outside, they resemble two magnets, always drawn back to each other when pulled apart. It started out as a genuine fear of losing each other when they were dealing with his father and all the dangers surrounding them. Even when things looked dire, they had each other, and being close was a way to reassure themselves of each other’s safety.
At least they could hold on to each other when everything else was hanging in the balance.
It has since evolved into being about the simple comfort they can provide each other. They might not be in danger anymore (even though that fear is taking some time to unlearn), but they still feel a need to be close to each other. Put them in a room – an RFA meeting, for example – and even if they start on opposite sides of the room, they will subconsciously drift back towards each other and meet again in the middle.
It’s something the RFA like to tease them about, but even they can’t deny the happiness radiating from the two of them. It’s almost contagious. 
From Saeran's perspective, they feel more like two puzzle pieces, incomplete unless they are together. Sure, they can function by themselves, but the absence of the other will always be in the back of their minds, an unpleasant emptiness that can only be filled by the presence of their love. 
So, they are always together – or on their way to each other.
This was true the first time they met, when the RFA found the two of them sitting together, holding hands. They didn’t once leave each other’s side as they introduced themselves officially.  
This was true throughout the hunt for Saeyoung, when there was a table in the surveillance room at C&R that was theirs in all but name (often claimed by their set of matching mugs and stack of papers). For hours they’d sit there and pore over the information they were receiving and discussing different courses of action, shuffling closer every hour until they were touching. At the end of each day, the chairs would always end up together on one side of the table.
This was true even after they rescued Saeyoung, when they were making efforts to leave the past behind them and move forward into a life that they could shape for themselves. Even though their new home had enough rooms for them all to have their own spaces, they were rarely apart.
If Saeran was cooking something, it wouldn’t take long for her to appear by his side, offering to help and sneaking little bites of the dishes he was making. On movie nights, despite the sofa being big enough for them both to stretch out on, they always end up tucked up against each other (and often asleep under their pile of blankets). Even out in the garden, they could be found working together and admiring the fruits of their labour.
It’s subtle, but when they are apart, they still look for each other. Whether it’s reaching for each other out of habit and grasping empty air or subconsciously looking for them in a crowd.
Saeran can read her like a book. He thinks it’s cute when she tries to be subtle and hide her thoughts, but he can tell what she’s thinking from just the look on her face. They have developed a language of their own, love expressed through reassuring touches to remind them that they are not alone.
All it takes is a glance that asks are you alright? And her squeezing his hand to say I’m okay.
There is comfort in being able to understand each other so well. He knows her tells, just as she knows his. The little signs she gives when she's uncomfortable or struggling. He wastes no time getting to her when he notices that she's upset and wraps her in his arms. He may not be able to solve all her problems for her, much as he wishes he could. But she nestles against his chest and in some ways it's enough to have each other to hold on to.
In the good times and in the bad. There is one thing they can trust, and it's that where one goes, the other won't be far behind.
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melotie · 2 years
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I realized I always start October by drawing Saeran
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kmtapia-art · 2 months
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Wilted: A Dark Saeran Fanzine
The shop is live!
I had so much fun participating in this zine and everyone involved did such lovely work ✨
I also participated in the the 18+ add on 😈🌹
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asterjennifer · 1 year
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🎀 Has this been done yet— 🎀
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mc-and-elise · 1 year
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SE Saeran around someone he likes? Shy, 'i-it's not like I wanna hold your hand! You'd g-get lost if I don't hold onto you!' or 'I got you some flowers. No, it's not because I like you! I j-just thought your house needed some color!' vibes. At least at first, once he finally acknowledges his feelings he'd become kinda lovey-dovey in private. He isn’t used to people wanting to be around him, and those who he thought had wanted to had betrayed him in the past. Plus, he’s still trying to understand who he is, so understanding other people is too much for him. Once you get through that outer shell, he’s a bit more gentle, less stand-offish.
He isn’t comfortable showing a bunch of affection in public. You’ll get some hand holding, sitting closer to him than most people, maybe a kiss on the head. In private? He’s sitting back to back with you, reading or sketching while you do whatever beside him. He’s more open to being touched when alone, and this boy is touch starved but denies it so much. You can play with his hair, trace your fingers on his skin, cuddle him- Saeran loves it. Very few people are allowed to touch him at all, so consider yourself lucky to be one of them.
Vanderwood around someone they like? Denial. A bit of a tsundere as well. If they get upset with you doing something risky or if you get hurt, it’s less that they’re mad at you and more that they’re angry at themself. They want to protect you, how could they let you get hurt! You thought Seven was bad when he tried pushing you away during his route? Vanderwood is worse. The more they realize they love you, the more they deny and try to push you away. They think they don’t deserve happiness- their soul is so tainted and their hands covered in blood that they think seeing you happy with someone else is what you deserve, what they deserve.
If you get through the walls they have up, especially following the SE or AS endings, they still retain some of their tsundere-ness, but are a lot more affectionate. Similar to the twins, they’re very touch starved. Expect to have them holding you in their arms a lot. You’re also like the only person who can touch their hair or jacket- for the longest time, the only things they had control over was their hair and clothes, so being allowed to braid their hair or wear his jacket means a lot. Vanderwood is very domestic once he settles down, but you’re allowed to help them cook.
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kymera-casterwill · 2 years
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MY PRECIOUS ARE FINALLY HERE!!!! 🥳
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otome-mes · 2 years
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Otome characters as things we've actually said, part 19
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space-kitten-606 · 11 months
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Growing Taller
"Saeran ~," Saeyoung chimed, as he skipped into their room, making the younger twin jump in surprise at the sudden noise. "Guess what month it is!!"
His eyes grew wide at the unexpected question. Looking around the room, Saeran tried to find an answer to his brother's question, even though he thought, it would be in vain. After all, even if the answer was posted around somewhere, he wouldn't be able to read it quickly.
"I dunno….but don't yell so much - if mommy hears, she'll be very angry…."
Saeran's voice was but a timid whisper, his gaze trained to the dusty floorboards.
Sighing at the fearful display, Saeyoung closed the door behind him.
"Don't worry. That woman is….sleeping," he said, his voice trailing off a bit at that last part. 
Then, he hurried to one of the old wooden shelves in their room, pushing it aside with relative ease. 
"It's june!", he answered his own question, his excitement returning immediately.
Behind the shelf, that was now out of the way, there was a poster Saeyoung had put up a few years back. Its light blue coloring clashed with the rest of the dilapidated room, alongside the stickers depicting stars and rocket ships Saeyoung had decorated it with, all of which he had received from the church.
"That means it's our birthday soon! And it also means that we get to see how much we grew!"
Saeran was silent for a moment. He really wanted to get swept up by his brother's excitement, but he couldn't quite find it in himself to actually do so.
"I probably didn't grow at all…"
Frowning a bit as he heard him say this, Saeyoung pulled a black felt liner from his pocket.
"Of course you did. You can't not grow. Plus I can tell by looking at you that you're much taller than last year!"
Saeran's eyes lit up at that.
"Really??" he asked, making the other laugh happily at the sight of him coming out of his shell a bit. 
Saeyoung nodded excitedly, before pulling a little chair next to the poster.
"Can you measure me first?"
A bit nervous at this request, Saeran bit the inside of his cheek. Saeyoung had always been much taller than him, making it quite difficult for him to reach. As for the little chair Saeyoung was patting as he looked at him expectantly, Saeran lacked the confidence to climb it, too afraid he may fall and hurt himself. 
Still, he didn't want to disappoint his brother.
"Okay," he mumbled, shuffling over to the poster Saeyoung had already aligned himself with.
Standing on his tiptoes and holding on to Saeyoung with one hand, Saeran tried his best to draw a straight line above the top of his twin's head.
Once he was done, Saeyoung turned around quickly, wanting to see for himself. 
Saeran winced at noticing that the line he drew was rather crooked, making it difficult to make out which line from the poster it aligned with. 
He watched anxiously as Saeyoung squinted at the poster, not saying a single word.
"This…," he finally started, making Saeran tense up in anticipation of being scolded for doing such a bad job, "...is super awesome! That’s at least three centimeters!"
Surprised at the positive reaction, Saeran simply stared at Saeyoung, who had already grabbed the felt liner to put his name next to the crooked line before spinning around to Saeran.
"Your turn!!" He exclaimed, holding out his hand.
Taking a deep breath, Saeran grabbed the outstretched hand, allowing Saeyoung to guide him to the optimal place to stand.
"You have to stand very straight and not move, so I can see properly, okay?" Saeyoung instructed him, placing one of his hands on Saeran's chest to help him stand upright.
Focusing on getting an accurate measurement, Saeyoung stuck out his tongue, glancing at his brother's nervous face. As his hand moved above Saeran's head, Saeran held his breath, trying his hardest to not move an inch.
Saeyoung grinned at the cute sight and drew the line quite a bit above Saeran's actual size and much closer to his own.
"Got it!" 
Saeran almost jumped away from the wall, eager to see how he compared to his brother.
"I'm almost as big as you!" He exclaimed excitedly, struggling to believe his eyes. "...but I look so much smaller when I stand next to you…"
Saeyoung waved his concern off.
"That's because normally, we don't stand completely straight!"
Thinking about that explanation for a moment, Saeran pursed his lips. He wasn't quite sure if what Saeyoung said was true, but at the same time he had no reason to believe that he was lying. 
Walking over to the poster, he measured his distance of growth from last year with his finger, comparing it to the distance from this year.
"I grew much more this year," he recognized.
"Yup! That's because we're turning eight this year!"
Saeran started to count on his fingers.
In the meantime, Saeyoung continued his explanation.
"That means you're growing quicker now, because I'm taller than you and I will grow slower, until we're the same height and then we'll grow at the same speed!"
Scoffing, Saeran let his hands fall to his sides. "You made that up."
"Nope! I read it in a book at the church! It's because we're twins, so our genes will work hard to make us look the exact same!!"
Of course Saeyoung knew that this was utter nonsense and maybe it would've been for the better to just drop that claim when Saeran called him out. However, he knew very well how much Saeran wished to be more like him. Plus, for all he knew, his little brother might actually experience a growth spurt  some time in the future. 
"Let's make a bet!" He offered. "If I end up being wrong, I'll treat you to a bowl of ice cream with as many scoops as you want!"
Saeran's eyes lit up at the idea, before his smile faltered a little.
"What if I lose?"
Saeyoung thought about the question for a moment. Then he said:
"Well. If you lose that bet, not only will you be as tall as me, but I will still get the ice cream for you, except I get to choose the flavors - and we have to share!"
Saeran's smile returns at that notion.
"But I will always share with Saeyoung, even without having to."
A happy laugh escaped the other twin, before he engulfed Saeran in a big hug, almost throwing him to the floor.
As cruel as the world seemed to be to them, Saeyoung thought, at least they would always have each other as they would keep growing - together.
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nek0mars · 10 months
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redraw two of the day, I’m on a roll
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anni1600 · 1 year
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My sunshine boy 💛
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I love seeing him happy and healthy, recovering well from everything he endured. Finally living his life how he pleases and damn freckles look good on him
We really don't see him happy enough
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favficbirthdays · 11 months
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Happy Birthday
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Saeran Choi (11th June)
Mystic Messenger
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brighteststar707 · 5 months
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Hi-ho! I'm sending you a virtual blog anniversary cake to celebrate what an amazing human you are 🎂 No, actually, take two: 🎂🎂 A cake for every year. Happy two years! Seeing your posts on my dash and talking with you always puts a smile on my face, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this, hehe. Thank you for being here, Faye! That's all I gotta say 🤭
And for the event I'd like to throw you a fun little wildcard that is Unknown + admiring them from afar ! 👀 Lots of interesting ways to take this combination, so I hope you have fun with this promt <3
Miaaa thank you for the cakes 🎂🎂, I will treasure them <3 And thank you for your lovely message, I have come back to it in my inbox whenever I needed a pick-me-up, you're so kind. Thank you for being here, I'm so grateful to have gotten to know you!
Also, a final thank you for this request, it was a fun change from the romantic things I've been writing lately hehe
I hope you enjoy <333
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Admiring Them From Afar
✦ Unknown x fem!MC
✦ Words: 1424
✦ Warning: stalking
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The first time he sees her, she’s little more than a blurry silhouette on a CCTV feed. The shop she's in clearly hasn’t updated their cameras in a while and now Unknown is paying the price for it. If he had the time, he’d disable them completely so that these could be replaced.
He wasn't sure what to expect from seeing her in real time for the first time. He has been preparing for this for a long time, charting out her schedule and average movements throughout the day. It took him a lot of time to pick her out of a pool of other potential candidates and even longer to catch her on camera. The surveillance room is a mess of discarded food trays and uncapped painkiller bottles. He is folded into his chair in the only way that doesn't make his back ache for now. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
When the door swings open to reveal her, a strange bubble of anticipation rises in his chest. He instinctively hunches closer to the screen (despite his dry eyes) to try and get a better look at her.
He had memorised her features through the pictures she shared on social media (how foolish of her) so it wasn’t hard for him to fill in the blurry gaps in the footage for himself. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he could almost see the smile she was probably giving the cashier as she paid for her products. That look of naive happiness was one the Saviour had claimed would make her a very good candidate for their mission. He wasn’t sure if he agreed at first, but of course, he has come to agree with the Saviour wholeheartedly.
There was something unsettling about that smile. How easily it came to her, the way she seemed to light up from within. It made Unknown almost uncomfortable to look at her pictures for too long. He'd get hot and start wondering strange things like whether she'd smile at him like that when he finally brought her back to Mint Eye with him. Would salvation take that easy happiness from her?
For the next few days, he follows her around through camera footage. It’s a lot more intensive research than was expected of him, but something compels him to stay at the screen. He leans in closer every time she appears, hunched over the desk so as to not miss a single moment. If this mission is going to be a success, he needs to know everything there is to know about her.
And he is learning every day. He knows the way she walks, swinging whatever she’s holding lightly with each step. He knows that when she’s asked to wait, she bounces a little impatiently on her heels. She tilts her head to the side when she’s asked a question and her shoulders always creep up a little when she’s talking to servers and cashiers.
He knows that she has friends, but none close enough to join her on most of her trips throughout the day, and certainly no partners. Besides needing her to be as unattached as possible for the mission, the fact that nobody else is with her as often as he is satisfies him for reasons he doesn't like to dig into.
The more he learns, the less he enjoys following her around through the cameras. He wants more, more than the grainy footage can provide him.
His back aches from all the time he spends stuck behind his desk. His eyes hurt and it has all become too repetitive for him. He is sick of listening for a voice he cannot hear and expressions he has to make up for himself.
On the few occasions he stepped away to rest, she haunted him there, a figure he knows by heart with a face that never comes into focus.
He one day impulsively decides to phone her, just to fill in another blank he has grown to hate. He doesn’t have a script planned, he doesn’t even really expect her to pick up.
But she does (really, he couldn't have picked a better candidate).
Her voice is bright and lively, he can hear the bustle of people around her. He can see, through the feed, her fiddling with the end of her hair.
“Hello?”
His voice gets stuck in his throat. He suddenly gets hot and has to stand up from his desk to start pacing to get rid of this strange, nervous energy.
He doesn’t know what to say.
He wants to tell her that the person behind her in line is standing too close and she should say something. He wants to tell her that she should get a thicker coat because the weather is turning and there is rain forecasted. He wants to tell her to point her face at the light so he can see her face properly for once.
He doesn’t say any of these things. His breath catches in his throat and he hangs up in a panic. She stares down at her phone screen for a few seconds before moving on from the whole incident.
It puts him in a bad mood for the next week. He can hear the curiosity in her voice every time he watches her interact with someone else. He can’t leave the screens unattended for even a second. Something might happen.
Eventually, he gets leave from the Saviour to leave Magenta in the name of their mission. She is feeling more generous than usual thanks to the extensive information he has gathered for her.
He spends a lot of time planning what to bring with him. Where to wait. He needs to watch her from close by without raising suspicion.
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The wig he has pulled on itches terribly, it takes all his strength to not rip it off in the middle of this café. The server keeps eyeing him to see if he wants to order something else, but his coffee is still only half-finished. He has already been sitting there for half an hour. She’s running late.
Trust her to break her schedule the day he doesn’t have access to his screens. He has been debating giving up and leaving but something is keeping him glued there.
He hasn’t been around this many people in a very long time. He has been listening to their conversations, lively like he hasn’t ever heard before. They detail lives he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Classes and friend groups and failed dates.
The outside world is strange.
Then, the little bell on the door chimes again and there she is. In the flesh, coat pulled around herself tightly, hat pulled down over her ears. He could recognise her anywhere. He has to fight the instinct to jump up from his chair and go right up to her.
He can hear her voice from here. She orders a coffee (the same one he got) and takes her time picking a pastry from the case. She smiles at the waitress and bounces a little as she waits to pick up her order. He knows he's staring, but he doesn't care if anyone notices.
For the first time, he can see the details he had been missing before. The way the light hits her hair and makes it shine and the pink apples of her cheeks from the cold. And her expression. Eyes unfocused like she has drifted off into a dream while she waits for her order. Fingers idly tapping against her hip, smiling somewhat serenely.
Still completely unaware of Unknown and how far he has come for her.
When her order's ready, she quickly springs back to life and smiles at her server (better than any picture could capture) before collecting her things and turning to leave the shop again. Unknown has to force himself to sit for another second before leaving after her. He's lucky he knows her route home by heart, or he might have lost her.
He is pleased with himself, this little outing of his has made up his mind. He simply cannot allow her to be the one to deal with the liars of the RFA. There is something about her that is too valuable to be wasted on such task. The Saviour will see it too, he knows she will.
He quickens his pace, keeping her just in his line of sight. He will not be returning back without her tonight.
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