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kaus-quietis · 10 months

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Lav's All-smiles Problem-solving Roooooundtable ch108 edition!

Welcome, welcome! To Lav's BSD ch108 discussion! Delivered to you via my funky dove Eliott, acting as my mystic messenger. These are random thoughts I had after reading this brilliant chapter, which, writing-wise, made the best possible use of Fedya's character, expanding it even more without even betraying his backstory. Maybe a backstory isn't needed after all, just look at how much FUN he is right now. I am in BLISS

Putting aside the fact that he is literally carrying the plot at this point, come sit with me, I make you a delicious Chinese black tea with rose petals and casually share my thoughts. Hello there, dearest Kat, yes, "where is Lav when you need her?", I am here, I offer you a hug, and to all my friends here who share the sentiment, I hug you too.

A. Before you say ANYTHING about "oh but? maybe Fedya is telling the half-truth? or a half-lie? what if his ability really is the evil one?", my brothers and sisters in Christ, listen to yourself. This man functions almost on a meta-level of character consciousness: he changed his facial expression and aura so convincingly, his tone, his speech, his posture, even the shade of his eyes, fooling not only Sigma, but the readers as well. We are used to characters changing the shade of their eyes when they change mental states or have certain (new) decisions in mind, we as a community are so used to this, all it took was one panel from the Conjurer doing this trick for so many of us to actually believe him and start, yet again, to spiral down the "what if he is good but his ability is evil? what if he is two entities? what if?" rollercoaster. This is so amusing to me, and in a meta-sense must be amusing to Fedya too. While speculation can bloom again based on this, I wouldn't be putting too much effort into reading into his lines here. I take it as a trick. It worked splendidly, almost like it attacked the fandom's major concerns and theories about his character and weaponized them against everyone. That's a meta-kind of tomfoolery. Trolling, if you will. I LOVE that Asagiri made him bamboozle every reader like this. His character so far goes into the best direction, it cultivates and expands his traits and skills in the best way. But let's pretend Fedya really is telling a half-truth there, which is there being an opposition between him and his ability. I talked about this in my essay (see pinned post), there really seems to be a divergence at the core of his character, but it manifests subtly, not like what we saw in ch108. Then again, not even on that can we arrive at any conclusive statements, because if we remember that, of course, "crime and punishment are close friends", it could well be that he and his ability are partners, and you bet I imagine they would BOTH indulge in peak tomfoolery like this together, if that meant one of them switching in and the other out for a sec. Remember, dear souls: aside from his "higher mission", abstract as it still is lore-wise, Fedya's keyword is "fun" or "entertainment", repeatedly. And oh he himself is even more fun now~

B. if Fedya would have wanted to mortally wound Sigma, he'd have chosen a more suitable place to stab him; it looks like a abdominal, lower quadrant, lateral stab, a deliberate choice, I would say, that technically avoids critical, most vascular organs (kidney and spleen for example) and main veins/arteries. I am no doctor, but from what I gathered, Sigma won't bleed out fast at all, and if untreated might get a deadly infection in a longer time (not counting the possibility of septic shock if we assume the knife penetrated and heavily opened an intestine). Sigma needs a medic asap (our queen Yosano when?), but will likely be conscious and quite able to move around and whatnot. Like I argued in my essay, Fedya most likely does not want to kill Sigma, or anybody for that matter, because keeping everyone alive to fulfill various roles and see how their will tosses them in all kinds of directions is more fun for him, more entertaining, but also more useful. He is a long-term strategist, like Dazai. "Our beloved monsters" ❤

C. Fedya evidently exerts some serious mental torment on Sigma, by making him stand by his choices, his will, just like he always desired. The flip side is that Fedya takes his time, or should I say gifts Sigma his time, in which he teaches him the full lesson of what Sigma wants. The responsibility that comes with acting on your own, the terror of facing the consequences when choosing on your own: right now, to Sigma, this freedom is terror. But Fedya is never a one-dimensional character. It's most probable he calculated and devised strategies for both possibilities (a. Sigma with rekindled determination touches him; b. Sigma backpedals on what he decided and does not touch him). The irony is that both scenarios are an affirmation of Sigma's will, because, while the first decision can be seen like foolish bravery, the second one can also be seen as wise self-preservation, if the circumstances so demand it. BSD is not a black-and-white series, diving head-first into danger is not its definition of bravery or heroism. BSD was always about measured decisions, ones the characters take upon themselves willingly. It may be time Sigma does that too, in his own way, and Fedya wants to see that. Why? Well, my guess is because it's fascinating to watch humans grow, and Fedya lives for the entertainment that comes with it. It is actually more interesting if we remember his line from ch42 (“People can be so simple… They truly believe they are thinking for themselves. (…) They don’t want to think they’re being led by the nose”): the pattern is, Fedya puts others under harsh circumstances, and then, under pressure, lets go of them, waiting for their free decision, the true test and expression of their hearts, so to say (which could make a superb discussion if we make a parallel between Kunikida and Sigma, since essentially what happened to Kunikida is happening now to Sigma, except Kunikida did indeed break down, but thanks to healthy support from his comrades he slowly regained his sense of self, and stronger than ever at that time, however… Sigma is alone, isn't he? but what if he needs to be in order to finally get a hold of his own self?). Anyway, how much of that expression is free, or how much is guided or manipulated, is a debate in itself, since it implies relating the freedom to the individual vs relating the freedom to the external factors and possibilites.

D. I do need to underline, just like Fedya also underlined it: Sigma already made his decision, right there when he still tried to get the gun before getting kicked in the face. Fedya moved on to the next step: testing how strong Sigma's will is when an actual chance to act appears. Sigma already accepted the physical pain, but how will he face the mental anguish? That is more Fedya's territory, a "specialist" of breaking people by simply knowing them thoroughly and choosing the right words. But now we gained new info: even in close combat, apparently, Fedya is not to be underestimated. That was a rather strong kick, anyway. But more importantly, he completely turned the tables in a situation where he would be in a total disadvantage. * chef's kiss * that was very bungou stray dogs of him.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd sigma #stopped working on my PhD to indulge in ritualic chants and expressions of love and devotion towards BSD's greatest character #the man himself #it's always Fedya #my love knows no death #yes I even typed these tags out for Eliott #I hope she has been a good circus ghost #but even is she was a bad or absent circus ghost I forgive her #she is the best and you agree #unless you think I am the best and in that case you're right lol #this was your daily dose of sensible ENTPs faking a massive ego #if you have questions please reply here or send an ask but dont stress the funky dove mystic messenger #we are both vanishing ENTPs like the Queens song Now Im Here Now Im There #i will still not be on my blog till a long time I have a PhD to write #no an ACTUAL PhD not my marriage proposal PhD that is already posted #but that one I will update too after more chapters pile up - maybe in November

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yanderefan-kimi · 4 months

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I'm very excited to share my preview for @wiltedmysmes zine! 🥀

Be sure to check out the official account for updates (and to see all the amazing artists and writers working on this project 🥺💖)

#mystic messenger #mysme #my art #saeran choi #wiltedmysmes #wilted #I am sosososo excited for this zine!#and so grateful that I got to work alongside these amazing creators!!#please if you love mysme and love saeran you will love this zine!#keep an eye out for more updates coming soon!!#🥰🥰🥰

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gamercats-fight · 13 days

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Loser's Bracket: 707's robot cat from Mystic Messenger vs Ebony from Marvel's Midnight Suns. Last chance for your fav!!

Need help picking? Check down here!

707's Robot cat - Cheritz - 2016 - Robot:

-The cat is the one he put his happy-go-lucky persona on iirc ^^

-He makes a robot dog AND robot cat. The dog is silly and breathes fire, and the cat is just made to be a silly sidekick with his funny persona!

Ebony - Firaxis Games - 2022 - Black cat:

she gives you cool rewards when you pet her

#polls #gamercats tournament #losers bracket #mystic messenger #marvels midnight suns #ebony #707 robot cat #707s robot cat #mysme 707 #midnight suns #edit: updated robo cat propaganda

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password-door-lock · 10 days

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Glow-in-the-Dark Chapter 3

Unknown x Reader; 4.8k words; fantasy AU, fluff and angst Content warnings: manipulation Rating: Mature

When you come into the kitchen the next morning, you're shocked to find Unknown bent over the cauldron again, muttering rather menacingly as he stirs. You’re naturally much more concerned by the fact that your kitchen is full of steam in a brilliant shade of chartreuse than you are about your assistant’s cooking position. “Are you making tea again?” You ask hopefully. ”Why is the steam green?“

Unknown rises abruptly and begins an unsuccessful attempt to swat the green cloud away from the cauldron. “It isn't.”

Or: Maybe there's more to Unknown's powers than you thought.

Read it on Ao3!

#you know there was a time when I thought I was gonna update this fic twice a week #And that's probably not happening #But here's chapter 3!#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fic #unknown mystic messenger #saeran choi #choi saeran #fanfiction

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zyandraws · 10 months

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Werewolf Vanderwood!!!

I Made it for the dtiys of 909.png on Instagram time ago!!

#old Drawing #that's why the sign is different #i should update it tbh #but im lazy #this is one of my favorite draws #it was kind of a pain in the ass to made tho #Vanderwood #mystic messenger #Vanderwood mystic messenger

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natasha-in-space · 5 months

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Chain of Memories

Chapter 2 of A Wilted Daffodil.

Rika/cmc Chaewon Lee.

In the aftermath of Sally's passing, Chaewon finds herself learning a bit more about Rika's past, as well as finding something in common with her lively cousin. What started out as a shared discussion about an old photo ends up as a recounting of the first meeting that turned her life around.

A Wilted Daffodil: Ch.1, Ch. 2 (you are here!)

AO3 Link

It has been two weeks since Sally's unfortunate passing. Things were feeling... bleak, to say the least. Chaewon had to suffer through a long disciplinary lecture the morning after her reckless stunt of leaving her nursing post without a single care in the world. For the first time in a while, she didn't have a single thing to say in rebuttal: she just listened with her head hung low. After all, she really did act selfish and dangerously irresponsible, there was no doubt about it. She knew that. But, did she care, actually? No, not really. She just felt embarrassed over making a reckless fool out of herself in front of her colleagues like that. Lord knows she did not need any annoying gossip following her around. Still, she was reasonable enough to apologize and agree to any disciplinary action that would be taken against her. She was lucky enough to still have her job intact after causing such a huge mess. She wasn't about to start a ruckus over her ego getting hurt.

From then on, she would visit Jihyun's place once or twice a week to check in on Rika and offer her some support, even if it was clumsy and awkward.

She just couldn't stay away. Rika has stopped communicating with her as much as she did before this whole tragedy struck, and she couldn't really blame her friend for that. Aside from a couple of short messages every few days, Rika wouldn't talk much. To anyone, really, not just Chaewon. It was worrying. Even in person, it felt like Rika had all life sucked out of her: her green eyes dull and grief-stricken as they would look downwards, not meeting her gaze even once as they talked. Or, more accurately, as Chaewon would go through awkward one-sided monologs, since Rika would barely respond or even listen to anything being said to her, it seemed. It hurt to see her friend so overcome with her own grief like that, and being unable to do anything to ease her sorrow at least a little bit. It felt as if Rika wasn't even fully there, lost in her own head and thoughts. She doubted any of those thoughts were all that positive to begin with, which worried her greatly.

Chaewon sensed that Jihyun was also feeling some of Rika's pain. He seemed to share her feelings of hopelessness, but she had also noticed a tense aura of anxiety surrounding him as of late: his hands nervously wriggling together and his mint locks looking more messier than they usually did, giving him an unusually disheveled appearance. She could have sworn there were some bags under his eyes as well.

She lacked the mental fortitude to bring it up with him, though. Besides, he had Jumin for that.

Chaewon let out a heavy sigh as she was sorting through the many school books stacked on this one shelf, far too small for such a large number of things to be stored on it efficiently. Looking for a specific pair of notes in such a cramped mess was an irritating task, to say the least. Honestly, this reminded her of her own university days, and how disorganized it felt to step foot into her dorm room. Then again, that was probably just the result of her messy nature: her room was always a completely chaotic mess.

Rika would always pester her about that...

She shook that memory off with a single huff.

Helping Yoosung with his midterms in school wasn't her plan for the weekend, but she wouldn't deny that she desperately needed a distraction from all the doom and gloom that has been happening lately. His graduation was coming up closer and closer with every day, so he was as determined as ever to get good grades and get accepted into a prestigious university. Thanks to Rika's support and motivation, no doubt. While she wouldn't say that she and Rika's cousin were friends per se, they were on good enough terms to keep in contact with one another casually. The boy didn't seem to share that sentiment, though, as he would address her as a friend of his enough times for her to get the gist.

Maybe she just wasn't good at making friends. A pretty bad trait to have for a woman in her late twenties. Before she could get any further into the self-deprecating jokes, though, she finally managed to pinpoint the much-needed biology worksheets, stashed crudely in between a few other textbooks in the corner.

God, this shelf was a mess.

"Finally... Hey, I think I found the-"

Chaewon paused as a couple of photos slipped off the cramped shelf and landed on the floor of the apartment. Thankfully, it looked like nothing else was planning on tumbling down from there. For now. She definitely had no desire whatsoever to clean up a potential mess of school books and paperwork. With an annoyed click of her tongue, the she promptly kneeled down to pick up the fallen photos, inadvertently glancing over the contents of them. This made her stop, though, a thoughtful look crossing over her face. These seemed to be photos of Yoosung and Rika together... a few years back, maybe? She would guess these were taken at some charity event... or volunteer center. It kind of made her heart ache to see the bright smiles on the two cousins' faces, especially Rika's.

But... was that smile of hers truly as genuine and bright as it looked in these photos?

...What a strange thought.

"What's up? Did you find them?"

The young man's voice pulled Chaewon out of her momentary trance, as she quickly realized that she was still in her crouching position, completely transfixed on the two photos now resting in her hands. She quickly shook her head, getting back up and dusting herself off, before handing Yoosung her findings. "When was this? You look pretty young."

Since she wasn't able to concentrate on schoolwork, she decided to go ahead and ask.

Yoosung's eyes widened slighly as he gazed at the two photos, recognition flashing on his face. He took the pictures from her, looking over them with a wistful look in his eyes. These must have brought up some memories for him. "Oh... This is... From middle school, I think. Back when I was just getting to know Rika."

"Wait- Middle school? I thought you two knew each other early on. Aren't you two family?" Chaewon raised her brows, a bit puzzled to hear that. Yoosung and Rika were so close that she just automatically assumed they had grown up together as cousins do. Of course, she did know that Yoosung and Rika weren't related by blood, but... still, it felt confusing to hear this new information.

Yoosung shook his head, sat down on his bed and patted down the area next to him, inviting her to sit down as well. She accepted, looking back down at the photo he was holding in his hands with newfound interest.

"No, I first met her when I was in 6th grade, actually. At a family diner."

"Huh. Didn’t expect that." Chaewon noted in a deadpan voice, shaking her head a little.

Yoosung chuckled and shook his head a little before continuing. "Would you believe me if I told you I went to her only because I needed to satisfy my school's volunteering requirements? My mom kind of forced me into meeting her, to be completely honest."

Chaewon was in a state of shock as her mouth fell open. This was so drastically different from what she expected. With the way Yoosung admired his cousin, she had a hard time picturing him being reluctant to spend time with her at all. "No way."

"Surprising, isn't it?" He chuckled, nodding in the understanding at her baffled reaction. As he gazed at the photo in his hand, tracing a delicate finger over it, his smile became more wistful. "I was in it for the volunteering requirements at first... But, she made me see it in a completely different way. I always viewed it all as pointless time waste pushed on us students by the school board, but... she made me feel proud of myself, for the first time in a while. Like what I did had meaning."

Chaewon swallowed, feeling a familiar flutter in her chest. The butterflies were as stubborn as they were cruel: scratching at her ribcage with their wings and demanding to be set free. She pushed it all down, as she always did. "...I know how that feels."

"You know, you never told me of how you and Rika first met either. I know you two met in the hospital you work in, but... Now I'm curious to hear the full story!" The young man chirped, looking up at her expectedly. Yoosung really reminded her of her younger brother at times. Chaewon sighed, running a hand through her dark locks absentmindedly. She usually wasn't one for sharing bits of her personal life like this, but... He did just told her what she wanted to know. The least she could do was repay the favor.

Her shoulders were squared. "Alright, fair enough. It was... untraditional, to say the least."

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Chaewon was seated at her brand new nursing post, sipping at her mediocre cup of coffee leisurely and taking in the surroundings of the hospital that had become her new home now. The ungodly hours she was assigned to work for the next week or so definitely made it feel that way. Then again, maybe she was being a bit too harsh and spoiled, but she couldn't help how she felt. At least her parents were proud of her for snatching a stable and well-paying job... But, unfortunately, that's where the pros would end.

Not like she had any right to complain when she was the one who ended up pursuing this career path for herself out of nothing but resignation. At the very least, this hospital had a gym that was pretty usable. She hoped she'd be able to get some exercise done in between her duties. That would help keep her mind off all this self-pity crap.

She heaved a deep breath and takes another sip, relishing in the bitterness the coffee creates as it races down her throat. Drinking on the job would be pretty irresponsible, so lukewarm coffee from the nearest break room will have to do. Although she would have really liked to go for some whiskey right now. While she was not much of a drinker usually, sometimes it's the only way to feel a little bit better. Or, rather, the only way to dull out all the negative thoughts buzzing around in her head.

Pretty pathetic, if you ask her.

She knew it was just a distraction. Barely a solution. She was too uninterested to take any action in her situation. So, temporary distractions will have to do for now.

Chaewon was seriously contemplating whether or not she should try to hide away in the break room when she felt the air change. The small gust of wind that always followed the opening of the door into the hall was probably the reason. She could see a small group of visitors further down the hall, steadily approaching the nursing post. Probably loved ones of the patients on this floor... And, it looks like some of them have already forgotten to leave their coats in the checking room. Or didn't care to. Great.

Pursing her lips, she surveyed the small group of people, quickly taking note of everyone's mood and appearance. It was a natural thing to do. It's important to mentally prepare for a social interaction before engaging in it.

That is, until her gaze stopped on a short, blond haired woman, staring back at her with a pair of piercing green eyes that were oddly hard to look away from.

The world around her seemed to fade away as the young woman's appearance takes her breath away. The thoughts that had been swirling around in her head for hours now seemed a hundred light years away...

Oh, God, she's staring, isn't she? This definitely doesn't look good. Shaking off the momentary daze, she quickly redirected her gaze to the first thing that catches her attention at her desk: which are some reports she has been procrastinating on for a few hours now.

Chaewon wasn't a stranger to momentary attraction, but she’d prefer to stay away from those kinds of things right now. Wouldn't be a good look to get distracted by a pretty stranger on her first day on the job.

That girl is certainly breathtaking, there's no doubt about it. It was hard not to feel drawn to her when the light from the window framed her gorgeous golden locks in such a way, that it almost looked as if they were glowing. But there also seemed to be a bit of something else to her. Something Chaewon couldn't quite put her finger on. That stranger is intriguing and her looks certainly got her spine tingling, but more than that, she found herself wanting to get to know her… Maybe, just as a friend.

-And such a thought was alarming.

Chaewon was okay with physical attraction. The whole: 'sleeping with someone just to get it out of her system' thing. She was content to let some of the women in her life go without knowing their names, even though it was uncommon for such a thing to happen. Because learning someone's name means asking about them as a person, and asking about them as a person means getting emotionally involved, and she had no interest in that for any reason whatsoever. Not with her life being a complete wreck right now.

So, she ignores it all and lets everything else come rushing back at her at once. The blinding hospital lights, the distant chatter of the visitors, the bitter taste of coffee on her tongue, and it feels as if her every sense is being assaulted by something unpleasant once again. Despite only being thirty seconds long, the encounter between her and the mysterious woman felt much longer.

Thankfully, just as she was about to have a small mental crisis, she felt one of her colleagues take a seat next to her. It was a perfect opportunity for escape before she did something stupid. She stood up abruptly, grabbed her half-empty coffee cup, and sweeped by before she could be stopped.

"I need to go to the break room. It's urgent."

Lying came easily to her, almost embarrassingly so. Her colleague's protests were ignored as she hurriedly stomped through the corridor, her eyes cast low. She needed to clear her head.

However, maybe she should have paid better attention to her surroundings - a fact she quickly got reminded of once she felt herself bump into something. Or, rather, someone. Someone who had a cute gasp and a perfume that was sickeningly sweet.

"Oh-!"

Acting on instinct alone, Chaewon quickly steadyed the shorter stranger by the shoulders, her eyes widening once she was met with the same rich green color that stole her breath moments prior. And an ugly blotch of black that was slowly forming on the woman's light dress.

...Did she seriously just spill coffee on the same girl she got interested in, almost tripping her in the process? She was unsure if she should laugh or cry.

"Shit- I am so sorry! Are you alright, miss...?" Awkward apologies quickly tumbled out of her mouth, her hands shaking a little as she felt her heart start to race: partially from the mortifying circumstances of it all, and partially due to her embarrassing attraction to this stranger. It was good that her coffee was only lukewarm, so she didn't have to worry about burning the woman. Only ruining her dress. Just slightly less humiliating.

The stranger laughed, taking a couple of steps back as she looked down at her now stained dress, waving off Chaewon's nervous chatter with a polite smile. A much more subdued reaction than what she would have expected, honestly. "Ah... No, please, don't worry! I'm alright. It's my fault for being too absentmind anyways."

Chaewon blinked, astonished by the kind-hearted response. She had every right to get upset, or angry, and she just... took the blame instead? Some part of her wanted to scold this stranger for being so dangerously altruistic. Of course, she bit her tongue at such a thought. Instead, she shook her head, taking a step forward. "I'm a nurse. It's my responsibility to be aware of my surroundings and be mindful of everyone's safety in this hospital. I could gave seriously hurt you, and that isn't right. Please, let me make it up to you. At least let me buy you something at the cafeteria."

Wait, what the hell did she just say...?

"Ah... Would that be alright for you to do on a job though?"

Of course not. Chaewon could already hear her colleagues giving her a piece of their minds when she returns to her post. As she rightfully deserves.

"-I was just about to go on a break, actually. Please, it's the least I could do."

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So, that's how she found herself engrossed in a long conversation with this charming stranger over a cup of coffee. Not the cheap cupboard-like parody she was forcing herself to gulp down minutes prior, but a proper and rich drink that made your belly buzz with the pleasant warmth. Was she just trying to impress her new acquaintance? Maybe. Either way, she did feel genuine remorse for knocking into her so unceremoniously, so treating her to a tasty drink was the least she could do.

Rika - which, as she learned, was the young woman's name - turned out to be a sweet and somewhat witty individual. Though, at certain times, Chaewon felt like she was holding back a little. On what, she wasn't sure entirely, nor was she one to pry. She could only guess this from the rather distant glint in her eyes that would appear from time to time. Rika was good with conversation too, quickly impressing Chaewon with her vast knowledge of a whole lot of different subjects. She refused to talk about her reason for being at this hospital, though, and that was okay with Chaewon, too. It wasn't her business. But, it did make her chest ache a bit to wonder whether or not the subject was a painful one. Rika seemed like such a lovely and kindhearted person... too good to have to go through something like grief and loss.

She sure grew attached to this new stranger quickly. Before she knew it, she found herself opening up all about her frustrations with her current situation, finding it so easy to just spill her heart out to this person, who was technically still just a stranger to her.

"So, you don't find what you do in life fulfilling... Yet, I can see that you have a passionate heart. It's like there is a fire burning in your eyes, no matter how much you try to turn your back on it. There is something you want to do, isn't there?" Rika's voice was soft and welcoming. Despite being strange, her words are thought-provoking. It's like she could see things not even Chaewon herself was aware of, and such a thought made her breath hitch.

It was both scary and alluring.

She looked down, her brows furrowed a little. "...Perhaps there is. But, it's not a path I can follow anymore. I have to make do with what I have."

"You are a loyal person. I admire that." Rika hummed, her golden locks falling over her shoulder like little rays of sunlight streaming through the window. It was a challenge not to stare. "Perhaps, you feel like you lack purpose because you don't think that your actions have any effect on those around you. You feel like you lack any worth to the world, so you decide to condemn your own passions instead."

"That... sounds kind of complicated."

Rika giggles and nods in agreement. Her finger traces the brims of her cup delicately as she explains her thoughts further. "All our pain and suffering arises from the fear of not being loved. And all of our happiness comes from us being recognized in the eyes of others, being loved and perceived by others as we truly are. So, when we find ourselves stuck in a situation where our heart longs to be recognized, yet our circumstances keep us isolated... It becomes painful."

"Well, I wouldn't say I am unloved... My family loves me, I have a few people I can go out for drinks with on weekends, and I don't have to worry about money. Many have it far worse than me. I'm just... whining about not liking my job is all." Chaewon stated, sipping at her coffee in thought. The way Rika was talking was... unusual. Intriguing. Her mind was filled with thoughts and questions she had never even contemplated before.

"But, does your soul feels like it is loved?"

Chaewon can only reply in silence, staring down at her own reflection on the cafeteria table. The answer came to her mind immediately, but she couldn't voice it. Instead, she said something else that was on her mind as well.

"...Does yours?"

As she raised her eyes back up at Rika's face, she sees a look of surprise flickering over her soft features, her hand freezing where it was tapping against the coffee cup moments prior. They are both silent now, just staring at one another in a strange moment of uncertainty. The quiet sound of Rika's phone notification shook up this brief interaction, prompting her to stand up and gather her things. Chaewon suddenly felt her warm hand suddenly pressing against her shoulder.

"Well, it was lovely getting to meet you, Chaewon. You are a very passionate person with a devoted heart, even if you don’t think so. I wish you'll find what your soul is searching for."

Before she realizes it, she's following Rika's footsteps out of the cafeteria, once her brain catches up with her body.

"Wait- Rika!" Chaewon called out to her, making her stop right at the door as she turns to her face, her eyes wide with surprise. Oddly enough, she didn't feel all that embarrassed about making a ruckus. She just speeds up her pace until she is a step away from her. Once again, acting on impulse alone, she placed her hand on Rika's shoulder and squeezes, repeating the same action that she just did to her herself.

"Listen, I don't know you, and you don't know me. I know that. But, I... I had a really good time talking with you today, despite how... awkward our first encounter turned out. Point is... you intrigue me, and now I want to get to know you better. All we did was talk about me, and... I'd like to repay the favor. If... If you'd allow me." She mumbles Rika, the words rushing out her mouth on a whim. She’d never prompted for a second meeting with someone herself before... but, the idea of never seeing her again was, honestly, quite daunting. Her desire was to learn more and gain insight into her inner world, even if it was only for a brief moment.

So, she took a leap of faith.

Chaewon observes her searching her face for a brief moment - she was unsure of what she was looking for, but she held her gaze firm, planted her feet on the ground, and refused to give up. And then, Rika smiles, placing her soft hand atop of hers that was on her upper arm, the touch sending her heart fluttering.

"You shouldn't want to get to know more about me, Chaewon... But, I admit, you... intrigue me, too. I would love a chance to see you again. How about I give you my number?"

"That would be perfect."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #rika kim #kim rika #mystic messenger rika #rika x oc #oc chaewon lee #rika x chaewon #yoosung kim #IT'S FINALLY DONE #yipee yipee #self indulgent cmc writing my beloved #gonna finally update my ao3 once i rest a bit - i've been seriously slacking on it 💀#anyway this was based off of a chat you have with yoosung in his route and a few vn's during v's route and christmas dlc!#more x reader writings will be coming soon! lots of wip's waiting for me to finally get back to them #but for now #it's silly oc stories for me ;)

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saeyoungchoismaid · 10 months

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THEYRE ALL SO ‼️‼️‼️ especially Zen and Jaehee. AND LOOK AT SAERANS LIL BLUSH IM SJDJSVSBAB. SEVEN ALWAYS LOOKS GOOD SO I AUNT EVEN GOTTA SAY NUFFIN. Also Jumin almost looks ? different?? Idk

#they really tryna get me to play this game again #mystic messenger #mysmes #mystic messenger update #mysmes update #mystic messenger app icon #mysmes app icon #mystic messenger title screen #mysmes title screen #mystic messenger opening screen #mysmes opening screen

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mrs-han · 2 years

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“I wish you could stay here…”

Jumin stopped reaching for his jacket. He turned to you, frowning deeply. “I want nothing more, darling… but visiting hours are over and I must…”

“I know.” You pursed your lips. “What if I talk to one of the doctors and see if you can sleep over? I can sleep on the couch, the surgery hasn’t even started yet!”

Jumin offered a sympathetic smile. “Sweetheart…”

“What, do you wanna sleep on the couch?”

His serious demeanor ebbing away, Jumin grabbed your hands. “I’ll wait for you in the waiting room, not too far from here. And I’ll come to you once the surgery is finished. For now…” he brought his hand over your head, fingers smoothing your hair. “I hope you can close your eyes and get some much needed rest.”

“Jumin…” your lip wobbled, your eyes watered. “I’m scared.”

You could see it in his face — he wanted very badly to stay with you, to sleep beside you, hell… even to hold your hand while the surgery took place. You were used to being the one to ground him when he started to think of ludicrous ideas, but now? You felt your roles had switched all too quickly.

“Don’t be afraid,” your husband whispered, removing the necklace from around his neck and looping the delicate chain around your neck. “I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me. Here is proof of my vow.”

You pressed your hand to your chest, fingers nimbly dancing across Jumin’s pendant. The perfect diamond clinked against your own pendant; you let out a soft squeak.

“I love you so much.” Jumin’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it brought a current of comfort to you. Closing your eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled it to your lips, kissing his soft skin intricately. “I love you, too…”

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mein schatz #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #Soooooo #I’ll be away for a bit!#I’ll be reblooping but not creating unless I’m up to it!#I’m sorry that I haven’t updated To Love You — I’m a little busy with prepping some stuff!#I hope you all stay nice and safe!!#Spotify

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 1 year

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💖500 Followers Event💖

Fandoms: My Hero Academia, Dream Smp, Death Note, Mystic Messenger, Batman 2022 (specifically the riddler), and Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Idea: If you want to participate in the event, please send in an ask with: the Charecter/characters you want me to write for, the fandom, a dialogue line, and/or a scenario or prompt.

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Deadline: March 1st 2023

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kirishwima · 2 years

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Hi! I’m super duper sorry if your prompts are closed, I tried looking so I could double check but I didn’t find anything, so please disregard this if they’re closed (and I’m sorry again!). But if not can you write something about the rfa + v and saeran falling asleep on top of mc if that’s okay?

We will simply ~not~ talk about how long this has been sitting in my inbox-I haven't written anything in a long while, so I'm sorry if this is a little rusty!

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YOOSUNG:

He’d been gaming all night, yet again, his eyes glued to the screen until the morning light seeped in through his bedroom window. He had barely even noticed it though, only pausing when he heard MC’s alarm go off, shaking him out of his daze.

He’d turned to look at them at that, hiding a giggle behind his hands as MC grumbled, their eyes still tightly shut as they fumbled around the bedside table to turn off the alarm, snuggling back into the covers.

Yoosung sighed, shutting his computer off as he gingerly tucked himself into bed besides MC. Except..it wasn’t enough. Seeing MC, still asleep, brows still furrowed from the previous disturbance, he just needed to be closer to them.

He shuffled closer, closer, closer-ever so slowly, careful not to rouse them, until he’d been practically laying atop of them. How they didn’t wake up when he’d put his whole weight on them is a miracle, and yet here he was, his head resting atop their breast, his arms tight around their waist, legs interlocked with MC’s, like a koala tightly wound around a tree.

He promised himself it was only for a minute or two, just to get some cuddles in before he’d have to wake MC up so they wouldn’t be late to class…but he had been up all night, and MC *was* oh so comfortable….

MC woke up bleary-eyed, an odd weight on their chest, blonde tufts of hair tickling their nose-they didn’t need to check to know Yoosung had been cuddled up with them, the cutie.

They sighed, gently removing one hand from where it’d been stuck beneath Yoosung to grab ahold of their phone, check if they have some more time to snooze before heading to class…..

"YOOSUNG GET UP! GET UP!"

Poor boy woke up being tugged off of MC, who hurriedly threw the closet doors open, grabbing any garment of clothing they could find, shoving it over their pyjamas as they rushed to the bathroom

"YOOSUNG YOU MUST’VE HEARD MY ALARM CLOCK WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME-IM AN HOUR LATE SHIT-" Their voice echoed from where they’d rushed to the bathroom, the sound of the tap water running muffling their voice.

Yoosung sighed, smooshing his cheek onto the pillow.

"But baabe…you looked too cute to wake up."

MC peeked out the bathroom, cheeks flushed, a toothbrush stuck in their mouth as they glared loving daggers at him.

"Yoosung Kim, you cute freaking monster, you’ll be the death of me."

Yoosung huffed a laugh.

"Love you too baby!"

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ZEN:

It’d been another long day of work and rehearsals, meeting upon meeting and a couple photoshoots thrown inbetween it all.

The only thing keeping Zen sane had been…well, MC. Your lover being your manager did have its perks, after all.

He’d just shut the door of his personal trailer room, smiling big and bright at fans and reporters that had been queueing up outside to get a glimpse of him-until he shut the door, letting out a sigh that made his shoulders hunch.

MC was already sitting on the couch, the day’s itinerary in their hands as they read through and planned accordingly, when Zen approached them, huffing loud and audible as he stared down at them.

"May I help you~?" MC teased, putting their planner to the side as they spread their arms, knowing full well what Zen’s next move will be.

He slumped himself down into their embrace, letting his weight drop onto the couch besides them, plopping his head into their lap with a pout.

"I’m so tired! Please tell me we’re done for the day-please! I just want to go back home with you, drink a nice cold beer and watch some dumb rom-com and cuddle."

MC sighed, running their hands through his hair, relilshing in the way he craned his neck to the touch, like a cat lazing about in the sun.

"I’d love nothing else baby. But…we still have another meeting with that advertising company I’d talked to you about, and you have that late night show to attend in the evening. It’s a live show so you’ll have to be there a couple hours earlier for a quick rehearsal too."

Zen groaned, hiding his face into MC’s abdomen as his arms wrapped around their middle.

MC shook their head. "Although…I could work somethings out and get you.." they checked their watch, their mind doing some quick math, "a 2 hour break, starting now. How does that sound?"

Zen took a peek at them, his pout so dramatic and comical MC wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss it off of his lips.

"Will you stay here and cuddle with me?"

"Sure, just let me get some phone calls out the way-" MC laughed as they tried to stand up, only to be pulled back by Zen’s incredible force.

"No! No. Just…stay with me. Let me rest here, just for another 5 minutes."

"Zen…"

"Please?" and well, when he looked at them like this, big doe eyes and his thumb rubbing soothing circles into their hip…who was MC to say no?

"5 minutes baby. Then I got to get up and get back to work."

Suffice to say, it hadn’t been 5 minutes. Within seconds Zen was already asleep, MC’s thighs serving as the comfiest pillow he could ask for, his arms still wrapped around them even in his sleep, refusing to budge even an inch.

MC sighed. Guess they could cancel that late night show after all.

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JAEHEE:

It was late into the night by the time Jaehee managed to get home, doing her best to quietly take off her shoes and coat as she stumbled further into her and MC’s shared apartment.

She’d completely forgotten she’d promised Zen she’d meet him for drinks after work, and as much as she tried to convince MC to join them, MC shook their head, saying they were too tired, that the she and Zen should catch up and that they’d just head home from the cafe and get some rest.

She really didn’t mean to stay out so late, to drink so much-she knows MC would never mind, but still..she wanted to come home to them, cuddle with them on the couch, fall asleep besides them. As much as she’d enjoyed her outing…it didn’t feel the same without MC there with them.

She hadn’t realised how much she’d drank, until she stumbled into the bedroom, her pyjamas haphazardly thrown on, her vision blurry as she fumbled with the bed covers, dropping herself into bed-not hearing the soft ‘oof’ that sounded as she fell into what she’d assumed was the mattress.

The next morning she woke with a groan, her head spinning, her temples throbbing in the familiar tell tale signs of a hangover.

She patted the bed, assuming she’d feel the warm body of MC besides her…except she didn’t.

Had she overslept? Was MC already up and about? They’d usually wake her though, it’s not like them to wake up without gently waking Jaehee too…

"Morning baby"

That…that’s MC’s voice. Why is it so close to her ears?? There’s shivers up her spine, her cheeks flush as her eyes snap wide open and her hands push down on the mattress to push herself up-

Except there is no mattress. Instead she’s currently pushing herself off of MC, who’a awkwardly trying not to wince as Jaehee jabbed them in the ribs in her rush to get up.

"I-what-did I sleep on you?!"

MC huffs a laugh, stretching their muscles out as they sit up-the first time since last night that they’ve been able to freely move. "That you did."

Jaehee’s about to die of embarrassment, already hiding her face in her hands, an apology halfway through her lips, when MC grabs a hold of their hands, tugging them away from her face.

"You kept mumbling my name and cuddling me-it was so cute I thought I’d transcended to heaven!"

Jaehee shot out of bed, grabbing her glasses as she awkwardly tried to find her composure.

"That…let’s…let’s not speak of this again."

"Does that mean no cuddles tonight?!" MC peered up at Jaehee, wobbling their lip. "I liked you cuddling up to me so boldly! I’d…like if you did that more often. Preferably sober."

And well, who’s Jaehee to refuse such a request?

"…I’ll think about it."

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JUMIN:

See, you’d think Jumin wouldn’t be the type to ask for affection so boldly, that he would never be the one to initiate a cuddle session-

And you’d be 100% wrong. This man is touch STARVED, he’s a man who has tasted water for the first time in decades and can’t get enough, will drink a whole ocean dry in his quest to quench his thirst.

He has no qualms about PDA, will hold MC close to him at any given circumstance, will guide them through a busy room with his hand resting on the small of their back, will wrap his hands across their waist and tug them close to him when he craves their hugs, be it at home or in the middle of a fancy gala, my dude Does Not Care. He’ll get the affection he seeks, when he seeks it, always.

So it’s no surprise for MC when Jumin comes home from work exhausted, slumping himself over MC where they’d been lounging on the couch, Elizabeth the 3d by their feet as they scrolled through their phone.

Jumin just sighed, smiling softly at the sight of them laid down on the couch, and simply…flopped down beside them.

He tried not to squish them with his weight-but he needs to be as physically close as possible, slots himself inbetween MC’s legs, hides his face in the crook of their neck, sighs in content as they wrap their arms across his back and gently rake their nails up and down his forearms.

"Long day?" they ask, kissing his temple.

He simply lets out a long sigh, nodding into their skin. In some ways, he’s more like a cat than Elizabeth is, MC thinks, biting down a giggle.

"I missed you" he breaths, tracing his lips onto the cusp of their collarbone.

"I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home."

And that’s it when it comes to their conversation. They could ask each other about their day, but they’re both content in the silence, enjoying the warmth of skin touching skin, MC finding peace in the way Jumin’s breaths deepen and even out, their touch lulling him to sleep. Knowing they have this effect on him-that he’s this comfortable with them, this vulnerable-it’s an odd sense of power and fear, the need to protect him overwhelming, to keep him tight and safe in their arms.

MC doesn’t care that their arms are getting sore within an hour of Jumin laying on top of them-hell, their whole body could wither away. So long as this man is resting so peacefully atop of them, they will not move an INCH.

You know how it’s illegal to move when a cat falls asleep on your lap? Yeah. The same applies to Jumin Han.

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SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

Here is yet another touch starved loverboy, except…he’s actually a little reluctant to seek out affection, at least in the begining of his and MC’s relationship (and when I say begining…I do mean the first 6 months minimum lol)

He loves it when MC hugs him! He’ll hug them back twice as tight. If they kiss him, he’ll laugh and pepper their face with smooches, if they cuddle him he will NOT let go not even if his hands shake.

He craves MC constantly, the moment he’s not touching them he’s already missing them.

So once he gets more used to physical affection…once he feels just as comfortable hugging MC first, cuddling them first…it’s game over.

MC is laying on the couch? He’ll simply waltz on over and throw himself atop of them. MC’s taking a nap? He’ll simply flop into the bed, wrapping himself across them like a vine leaf over rice in the oven. MC’s doing something mundane like brushing their teeth in the morning? Seven’s there, his arms wrapped around them, his head on their shoulder as he yawns loud and grumpy.

Waking up to him atop of them, his head on their chest, his legs intertwined with them is nothing unusual. It’s everyday routine by now. He’ll either drag MC close, letting them rest on him, or vice versa. So long as he gets his daily Cuddle Recommended Intake, he doesn’t mind.

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V/JIHYUN:

GIVE V CUDDLES. GIVE V CUDDLES!!!!!!!!!!

My boy loves physical affection SO much, it’s his love language! When he loves someone he NEEDS to feel close to them, needs to have his skin touching theirs.

He’s a little hesitant at first-doesn’t want to intrude MC’s boundaries, doesn’t want them to feel uncomfortable-but once they say they’re okay with it he is ON them 24/7.

He loves kissing them, loves hugging them from behind as they make coffee, loves to breathe in their scent as he lets his forehead touch theirs.

One night, when MC had already got into bed, reading a book they rested across their lap, he walked into the bedroom, a shy smile emerging on his lips at the sight of them-of his beloved, resting comfortably, safe, knowing he’ll get to hold them close to him.

He quickly shuffled into bed beside them, a dreamy gaze in his eyes as he looked at them, so engrossed in their book…a little too engrossed in it. Did they not notice him getting into bed beside them? Did they not want to cuddle with him?

He extended his arm, letting it rest on their belly. MC smiled but said nothing, simply moved a little so they could keep reading their book.

V pouted at that. He shuffled closer, resting his head on their lap, atop the book, a petulant huff escaping his lips. MC laughed, tugging the book from under his head, leaning down to run a hand through his hair.

"You big goof. What is it?"

"Nothing" he huffed. "Just…wanted to be close to you, is all" he said, nudging himself even closer for emphasis.

"Close? You’re practically on me" MC laughed.

"Still not close enough" V sighed. "Just..need to feel you here beside me. Knowing you’re here with me…it keeps me grounded." He turned to look at them, his eyes so soft, so full of-of love. "I love you."

And what can you say to that? When he says it so sweetly, so quietly, a private confession just for them…

"I love you too."

He remains like that, his head on their belly as MC shuffles, rests their hands on his shoulders so they can keep reading their book with V stuck this close to them, smiling down at him as he falls asleep in their arms.

"You are so insufferably adorable" they huff as they put their book down, gathering V up in their arms.

Did they have the most comfortable night’s sleep? No, they did not. Was it worth it? 100%, yes.

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SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

Sae…is a little hesitant when it comes to physical affection.

He loves it when MC hugs him! But when it comes to him initiating it..he’s a little scared still, needs some reassurance from MC that it’s okay, that they love him and like it when he hugs them, when he kissed them. He never wants to put MC in a position where they’re uncomfortable, never wants to do something they’re not 100% okay with.

So when he comes home one night after a long day of working at C&R, his fingers sore from how much he had to type away at his computer all day…he’s exhausted. All he wants is to come home to MC, knowing he’ll feel revitalised just by seeing them.

He doesn’t expect to find them in the balcony, laying down on the outdoor couch-a small thing, barely fit for two people, yet something they both wanted to have in their shared apartment, a place to relax, surrounded by all the plants and flowers Saeran has been taking care of, the sight of them almost drowning out the hustle and bustle of the city below-a private oasis just for the two of them.

They’re curled up on the couch, a cup of iced tea on the small table besides them, their eyes closed at they seem to be nodding off. Their eyes snap open at the sight of Saeran, a small fond smile creeping up on their lips.

"You’re home!" they greet him, leaning their head up as he bends down to kiss them. "Long day?"

He hums. "Yes. Very. Seeing you is melting all the fatigue away though."

"You big sap" MC laughs. They open up their arms, inviting him in, still laid down on the couch. "Come here. Rest up for a bit with me."

He’s a little awkward at first, bending down expecting MC will move to make space for him to sit-they don’t. Instead they tug him atop of them, their knees bent funny, Saeran’s legs protruding from the edge of the couch, his elbow finding MC’s stomach before he adjusts accordingly, fitting himself into every crevice until he’s laying on them, his face hidden on their breastbone.

"Just…stay like this for a bit. With me. Like having you this close to me" MC admits, running their fingers up and down his back as he sighs, takes in their scent, feels their breath on his head.

"I like it too. Being close to you-I never want to part. Never again."

MC kisses the crown of his head, lets their face rest there for a moment. "We won’t. We’ll be by each other, always. I promise you." they hug him tight, tighter, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one. "Now get some rest. Just for a bit."

Of course…’just for a bit’ turns into nightfall, the sun setting and the moon greeting them as the two hurriedly get up and off of the couch, the cold night seeping into their bones. Still, it’s okay. When they go back inside, when they lay in bed interlocked in a tight embrace-all the cold melts away. Only warmth remains.

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