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omelette-boy · 1 year
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Happy holidays !!! :D 🌟💖🎁
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sheepsdreamworld · 19 days
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Ref! 💮🌼🐭🌼💮
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On this #FlashbackFriday , we're revisiting our July 2023 Discord server image, celebrating Miju's birthday and Mystic Messenger's 7th anniversary! Our favorite busy bee looks as sweet as ever, thanks to LucienChol! Amazing work!
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☆•°•The MMED Party Coordinators•°•☆
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sapphireicecream · 1 year
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Vanderwood X CMC Commission for @/berdbirdburd on Twitter!!! 💙💙💙⚡️🚬
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marsystarsy · 2 years
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jumin is bi cheritz told me. anyways happy pride 💕
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luxielle · 1 year
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living out my dream of picking Saeyoung's tiny girlfriend up and putting her on shelves and things, for fun
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#justbunkerthings 💕
ty @gureishi for letting me use Eunji as bunker decor
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Hi, hello... I actually started writing and I think I should be about halfway done. But my brain is giving up on me for the night so uh... I'mma just throw a little sneak peek for the next part of the Rivaling Agencies AU for Vandy and Talia 👀
Fuck, was all she could think of as she finally, hastily left the bar, feet carrying her back home on autopilot as her brain went completely blank. Only when the door of her apartment closed behind her did she let out a shaky breath. Eyes burning from the tears she was trying her hardest to hold back.
"For fucks sake you killed and survived getting killed for years! You're not gonna start crying over some guy you shouldn't have gotten close to in the first place! You're not that weak and pathetic!"
Maybe reverting to anger would help. Getting angry at herself, angry at her stupidity for indulging in something she damn well knew would end up hurting her in the end, one way or another. Yet here she was. On her stupid birthday, sinking to the ground as she cried over some stupid man from another stupid agency. What did she think would happen? There wasn't even any guarantee that their friendship had been real. Maybe it was just all to get information from her. So why did the thought of him being with someone else still hurt so much? Oh, right. Because she was an idiot who let herself catch feelings for someone who was technically an enemy.
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On the other side of paradise is a whispering voice that beckons her to let go of everything but her anguish and misery. In the mirror, she sees who she could be if she were strong enough to stand by his side. 
But, why did it feel like there was no life behind the eyes of her reflection? Only contempt and a desperate plea to do anything to make sure that Unknown had what he wanted. Yet, it wasn’t as if she had a choice in letting go of her inhibitions... because the feeling of hands at her throat was far too strong. The Savior stole that choice from her long ago, but she still had a fight to wage inside to decide how far she would far for the man that she desired.
“It almost feels... wrong to wear this again after all this time,” Wisteria chuckled. Her hand reached out to caress her reflection. Even if she was bathed in those pinks that spoke of her innocence that left long ago, all she could see in the view of the mirror was the person she’d been forced to become. “But, for him, I’d do it. For our survival... no, for our success. I’ll do it, boss. I’ll bring them down and let you finish the job.” 
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aftergiow · 2 years
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A cute lil Ashe portrait because I feel like I haven't drawn her in so long. Ref.
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kangjaehee · 2 years
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the phone
mystictober 3 baby!! better late than never as they say
title: the phone
character(s): MC (who’s an oc), Unknown
rating: general
wc: 1502
tags: prequel, mysme prologue story
The subway car was empty when Min Chaeyoung entered it, still dizzy from the two and a half Aperols. Eunha and Junghoon had offered to accompany her to the Subway, which she thought was extremely nice of them. Their car was parked two blocks away from the station yet they still walked with her, talking, joking.
The evening had been great. She hadn’t seen Eunha in two months, and catching up with her was just what she’s been needing these days, dealing with more orders that she has hours of sleep in a week. Joohyun was nice as well. She quite liked the guy, he was kind and easy to get along with and liked to joke around. She was sure he was treating Eunha well. Seeing them made her miss having a love life just a little.
Okay, maybe more than a little. It had been almost two years since Minhyuk, and she was starting to feel it, just a little. But no one she met was interesting enough. She’s made some good friends on group dates but that’s all they ever were– friends. She wasn’t one to date randomly, try on another person’s love just to see how it fit her; no, Min Chaeyoung was deliberate. Sure, it made things hard, but she didn’t at all hate it.
Her friends usually say she wouldn’t have trouble finding a boyfriend if she didn’t make such a big deal out of it, that she’s” wasting her assets.” Chaeyoung’s response: I’m not wasting, I’m reserving. Giving away one’s heart was a task of tremendous importance. She wouldn’t do it with just anyone.
But she also quite liked herself like this, alone and carefree. She made designs and sold them, completed commissions, read good books, doodled, drank coffee and tea, took care of the occasional fashion brand deal, watched movies, went to exhibits and plays. She’d heard 25 was a solitary age. She’d actually fared quite well in the solitude, she thinks.
Even now, with not a single soul in this subway train, with the only eyes close to her being her own in the window’s reflection, she is at peace. Her life is not perfect, but it’s comfortable, and it’s what she’s always wanted. Even if sometimes lonely, she was happy, satisfied, living the life her thirteen year-old self never thought possible. How hilarious. She won, in the end.
The train stops at a station. No one walks in. Suddenly, she feels sleep beginning to take her over, now going to that phase of drunkenness, so she leans back in the metal armrest, head resting on the window. God, this is really nice. She doesn’t know if she’s ever done this at a subway before. She likes this.
That’s when she sees it. She doesn’t know how she didn’t catch it before. She’s alone in this subway except for one thing: a phone, sitting lonely in a chair across from her, a little bit to the left.
She frowns, confused. Did someone leave their phone in the subway? Did they forget it? Strange that no one has picked it up yet… She would imagine something like that would be soon stolen. She realizes, then, that the phone might not have been there for long, perhaps it was forgotten right before she boarded. And someone will definitely take it later, if she doesn’t do it first, and do the right thing.
She walks over to it, picks it up. My God, whoever left it must be so worried , she thinks. The phone was an old Galaxy model, but it looked new. She imagined the owner of the phone, panicking and calling the subway company or their insurance like crazy. She had to at least help return it. SNS could help. She took a picture of the phone to later post it online. Cases like these are usually solved quickly, as the people announce that they lost their devices for others to help in finding them. It probably wouldn't take her more than a week to do this…
The phone doesn’t have a password lock, she realizes, with the lockscreen (the default phone one) simply saying “Tap to unlock.” Strange. Perhaps the person who left it wasn’t very security-conscious. Perhaps they’re an old man or woman who doesn't know much about electronics. All the more reason why it must be returned.
She then got an idea. It was to do something she knew she shouldn’t. This was someone else’s phone, after all, and she shouldn’t be sneaking around people’s belongings and trespassing their privacy… but this was kind of an extreme situation. It would be easier if she had some info on the owner to be able to return it quicker, she realized, or at least know that whoever claimed the phone was telling the truth.
With that fair reason in mind, she very reluctantly, very hesitantly, unlocked the phone.
She meant to look at messages, SNS profiles, pictures, whatever. There were no messages, and no SNS apps downloaded. The contacts list was empty, there was no profile in the phone itself, and it only had two pictures of a goldie dog. Absolutely nothing to give her any clues of who it belonged to. She was really starting to think it belonged to someone’s grandparent.
It seemed to have all of the stock apps and nothing else, except for one single app she didn’t recognize from the stock list: one simply titled “Messenger.” With her heart racing, she opened it, hoping to find her long-awaited clue. But once again, nothing. It just asked her to register or log in. They must have just downloaded it.
Well, this seemed to be a lost case for now. Deciding to try her luck on social media, she sighed and put the phone in her bag. The subway had arrived at her stop, anyway.
No one claimed the phone.
She was actually shocked that, in three weeks, not a single person had claimed the phone. She posted in every single social she used: daily Outstagram stories, Trips that got over a hundred retrips, Never… she even posted in her abandoned Fakebook profile. That had been the most vaguely successful one. Someone had messaged her saying they lost their phone at the subway too that night, but confirmed the one she had wasn’t theirs once she told them the model. So, it was back to square one.
The phone sat in her bedroom desk for easy access, she’d turned it off to save battery, turning it on every day or two to see if anyone had called the number looking for the phone, or if anything else relevant had happened, but no… nothing. She was thinking of just handing it over to the police, once and for all. She'd tried, and nobly, and no one had come through.
That’s when she remembered the Messenger app.
The only app in the phone that wasn’t a stock app… she wondered why her brain had recalled it all of a sudden. But soon she realized it was because she hadn’t actually seen that app anywhere else.
Granted, Min Chaeoyung wasn’t a tech expert, but she knew more than the average person about social media, it being her primary professional sphere, and she’d had to use a few messenger apps to communicate with clients. KokoaTalk, Tellygram, LIME… She’d never seen the one on the phone. Granted, it could be new. But either way, it was likely not very popular. Which meant that there was a chance– small, but a chance– that one of the app’s users knew the owner. This could be a lead.
She turned on the phone, no new messages or calls, nothing. She opened the mysterious messenger app, and registered with the email she uses for spams. The process was simple: email, password, set username, set profile, and there was a little profile page every user had where they could put a header and a status. She left those blank.
The app was underwhelming, and she had no idea how anything worked. A big bubble in the center read CHATROOM, but when she opened it the only thing it read was “No Chat Rooms In Server.” She wondered, frustrated, if she’d done something wrong. But she had no idea what, so she decided to let it go.
Well, one more lead was lost. She huffed. The lost phone saga was apparently far from over… She would turn the phone in to the police tomorrow, leave it to them to find it.
Or not.
She decided not to turn off the phone today, instead keeping it close, seeing if there were any developments in that strange messenger app.
And she’s made a good call doing that, because that evening, right before the sun began to set, she received a notification from the Messenger app. Her heart began to race. She opened it.
It was from someone called Unknown that had what seemed to be the default profile picture, and it read: “Hello?”
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omelette-boy · 1 year
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Today is my birthday so here's yoosung and cmc kissing 😼
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sheepsdreamworld · 1 year
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So um... this is like a self-insert thing that I drew a while ago...;; XD I used a reference to get the basic shapes, but the detail was all my own.
I love Saeran, he's my comfort character, and sometimes I like to draw him...comforting 'me'..? I have a lot of trouble getting to sleep, and well...thinking of him helps me feel better! :)
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On this #FlashbackFriday , we're revisiting our May 2023 Discord server image, drawn by MorganaDoodles and Sapphyra! This was the debut of MC Munhee ("Moon")! Teamwork really does make the dream work!
Thanks for reading our blog!
☆•°•The MMED Party Coordinators•°•☆
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sapphireicecream · 2 years
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Sleep❌
Child Page Drawing ✅ 🚶‍♀️
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marsystarsy · 1 year
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kim jia lookbook
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luxielle · 2 years
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a lemon Lumen 🍋✨
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