DEVOTED / BROTHERS .

ind. sel. saeyoung + saeran of mystic messenger. received by venus

[codedfaith]

hey gang, i made a lil interest checker for saeyoung/saeran, if u wanna fill it out!

* [ header credit ], [ carrd ] + affiliated with @wyrding / @tragicinformant . * side blogs : @shadkyo , @medicinelost , @videoangel .

[codedfaith]

“ …hey, saeran? ” vanderwood seems a bit grumpy, arms folded across his chest as he sulks. “ so…what you were about ghosts the other day— “ he sighs, shaking his head. “ ugh. so, you may have been right. something— someone? stole my fucking knife. “ a pause, then: “ …make them stop. ” ( oh, he is definitely sulking so much, and is upset he is learning about ghosts against his will! )

@tragicinformant // random asks, always accepting.

saeran sits at his room's desk, quietly writing something down in his journal, when the bedroom door creaks open: vanderwood approaches him, awkwardly. the redhead perks up, noticing the stiffness in the other's stance immediately, making him raise a brow. setting his pen down, for now, he says, " yes, vander...? " 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ the other begins to explain his current plight, and saeran blinks once, then twice, before... laughing, he snorts, even, but quickly stifles it behind his palm. 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " what, do you think i control them, or something? " he asks, obviously teasing, " it's not my fault you managed to piss them off, you know. " he crosses his arms, looking a bit smug, too--he did try and warn the other, after all, and it seems he was proven right! as always. (joking... mostly.) 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ a pause, thoughtful, before saeran gives a sigh, a bit exasperated, but mostly amused, " fine. i'll help you out, we'll leave a peace offering for them, an apology. i'm sure that'll get them off your back. " he shrugs. 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " you probably just offended them a bit, with the whole 'that's not real!' shtick, is all. " another b-b-beat--before, his lips curl into a smile, more mischievous. 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " but, if you want my help, you have to say a very special phrase for me. c'mon, don't make me spell it out for you... " he turns his head, cupping his hand around one of his ears, as if listen -ing. he waits intently. ('saeran, you were right, please help!') 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[codedfaith]

closed starter for @mystichearts , starter call here .

seven stares into the cup of freshly brewed green-tea a little too intensely, as if thinking over all of his life-choices, cradle to now. when suddenly, a shout from across the room, a harsh laugh. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " hey, seven, what's taking you so long, buddy? i'm dying of thirst over here...! " there sits agent winter, at the kitchen table among the laptops and other hacking devices, and he grins, a little too wide, all teeth and gum. the hacker jumps a little, quickly scooping up the mug and stammering out a obedient-- ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ye-yes, right away! sorry! " as he scrambles towards his old mentor, much like a scolded puppy would, with his tail between his legs. he sets the cup down. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎ " so, uh. about the mission... " seven had begun to say, to try and get them back on track, until--the door bell, a few knocks, a muffled call. shit, it was yoosung. why had he shown up all of sudden? why now, of all days...? ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ the redhead looks at agent winter, who, after a moment, gestures him towards the front entrance, oh-so-graciously allowing him to open it. seven nods, and heads over, carefully undoing the lock, and... ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " hey, hey! " the hacker says, looking so obviously uncomfortable. a bit of sweat beads on his forehead, as he absentmindedly glances behind him, towards the kitchen. an awkward beat, " look, yoosungie, it's not a good time, so-- " ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ a dark figure appears in the doorway behind him, looming unnaturally, he cuts off their conversation. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " oho? " agent winter muses aloud, now leaning against the kitchen's open doorframe. " seven, you never told me you had friends, so... well, cute! " (but seven knew what he really meant: weak, moldable, useful.) he gulps, subtly. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " y-yeah, well... " but then, agent winter interrupts again, quickly. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " what's your name, huh? c'mon, spare the old man a guessing game. seven sure never told me about you... " ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ seven leans into yoosung's view once more, jumping to give any kind of excuse, a cover-up, " this is. my uncle! he's from, uh... out of town. " ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " that's right. i'm here for a few days, for the holidays. " agent win -ter adds, quirking a brow, with a smirk. well played, he thinks. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[codedfaith]

hey, hey. for funsies. like this post, if you want a lil starter ft. seven, ofc, but also: his old mentor, agent winter, who you can read about here! fair warn -ing, though, seven's not going to be having a fun time in them, so. y'know.

[codedfaith]

i think, if someone (vanderwood, for example) met seven's old mentor, at first they'd be. a little confused about why the hacker is so on edge. he seems... nice enough? a little jokey even, lighthearted, like him. that is, until the older agent suddenly remembers a 'funny story' he has, ft. him and the redhead. he goes on to describe in detail, how he'd torture seven for hours at a time to heighten his pain tolerance. he specifically points out how he'd cry and cry, until he finally didn't. this paired, with other little things (ordering seven to do menial tasks for him, snapping at him for little things such as no eye contact, etc.), vanderwood is like. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no, he's fucked up, actually.

[codedfaith]

a funny thing, i think: if someone is making saeyoung kinda uncomforta -ble and vanderwood's Around(tm), the hacker will call him over to get them to go away. bc that bitch is straight up scary. // @tragicinformant .

[codedfaith]

* tags ! ( @selfiestar , @tragicinformant . ) ft. playlist one, playlist two.

[codedfaith]

one day i'll completely rewrite seven's route, and add my own lil details and general spin to it. one day, yall.

[codedfaith]

he's heading home, leaving the building the two had met up in, chatting for hours, until seven eventually had to return home. but, first! he pauses, stops. before leaning in to blow a warm breath on the glass he now stands on the opposite side of. ✉️ sufficiently fogged up, he draws a little heart in the conden -sation, before smiling brightly, proudly even! his arms are lifted above his head in a heart formation, before he giggles. turning away, he quickly skitters away, leaving for real, now! ✉️

[codedfaith]

saeran hums and haws over what to do in this situation, his opposite clearly upset about something, even a bit teary-eyed. he's never been great with his own emotions, let alone another persons, but... 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ well, he's gotta do something here, right? comfort, what's comforting to him, even? what could possibly help them--oh! he's got an idea. 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ he begins shuffling through the items in his bag, until he pulls something out: a small, stuffed frog. it's a soft, green color, with a cutesy expression to match. she looks quite well-loved, too. 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ gently, he holds it out to the other, " do you, uh... want to hold her, maybe? her name petunia. " he says, voice soft, almost bashful. (he really hopes this helps, at least a bit...) 🌼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[codedfaith]

* YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY .

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. ( optional: explain their significance . ) repost, don’t rb.

-personal phone, it's a up-to-date, fancy smartphone, similar to saeyoung's. it has a clear, flowery case, with a cutesy hanging lan -yard, or wrist strap. he also carries around a portable charger.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ -messenger bag, it's a thrifted find, so it's a bit ragged, but very well loved nonetheless. he wears it constantly, whenever he goes out, basically. it has a few random pins and patches that decorate it.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -laptop, the back is decorated with stickers, his spacebar, enter key, and backspace key, all have flowery keycaps, to match with his phone. -wallet, it's black and coffin-shaped, hidden deep inside one of the flaps is a picture of him and saeyoung. he loves his brother very much, but he can't know! so, it's a secret, okay?‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -a small, stuffed animal, it changes out daily which one he takes with him, as he doesn't want any of them to 'get jealous', but he always has a little buddy with him! he just finds the fact comforting, often hanging out of his messenger bag, comfy.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -gloves, always has at least two pairs on him at any given time, incase one pair gets ruined, somehow. he wears them for sensory issues, there's just one too many bad textures out there, y'know? so he avoids them all together.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -bunny hat, it's cream-colored, and when you squeeze the puffballs at the end of it's strings, the ears move, flapping up and down. saeyoung got it for him, and he complained it was 'too cutesy', but has worn it ever since.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -medical face-mask, he has a low immune system, mean -ing he gets sick very easily, this is to help circumvent that.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -caffeine pills, for when he's busy and needs to stay up, or when chronic fatigue hits him randomly in the middle of the day. he's been trying to cut back, not rely on them as much.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -journal + pen, for if he just randomly feels like writing something down while out and about.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[codedfaith]

* YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY .

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. ( optional: explain their significance . ) repost, don’t reblog.

-a personal phone, and a work/'burner' phone--his personal one is a fancy smartphone, and the work/'burner' one is a cheap flip-phone. both are decorated with cat and space stickers and hanging charms, his phone background is a photo with yoosung, like this. he also carries around one of those small, portable phone chargers.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -headphones, aka the pair he's usually seen wearing around his neck, they're bright orange and have little cat ears built onto them. they're a comfort item, and he often wears them to not get overwhelmed with noise in busy, public places.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -keys, he's a big fan of cars and their mechanics in general. owns a con -vertible, fancy sportscar, bought with money from one his more high profile missions. it's kept in the parking garage of his apartment building. he also owns a red motorbike, which is actually his main mode of transportation.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -hunting knife, a birthday gift for his 15th birthday, given to him by one of the higher ups at the agency. despite the bad memories associated with it, (his first kill), it was also the first birthday gift he ever received, so he keeps it anyway.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -a trick hand buzzer, feels pretty self explanatory, he just likes messing with people. actually tricked vanderwood with it, the first time they met. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -wallet, a fairly basic black one, but when opened, it has a picture of elly-welly, aka elizabeth the 3rd in it, one he took himself. y'know, for the bit. (sorry, jumin.)‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -a mini toy/nerf gun, you know how when you're an adult, you realize you can just buy all the stuff you wanted as a kid? yeah.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ -snacks, usually chips of some kind, or gummy candies, because he just likes the texture, okay.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[codedfaith]

'seven why are you taking apart the microwave and putting it back together' saeyoung vc: bc i've lost control of my life.

[codedfaith]

speaking of saeyoung and making things. would u accept a robotic gift from him.......................... it'll protect you! <3

[facsimila]

                                                    " — no. uh. you're doing it wrong. just let me ... " a subtle warning before she licks a stray drop of icing off of her index finger &. reaches for the container the other is holding. this is the third time she has tried to reconstruct their gingerbread house in the last hour because it happened to look just a tad more lopsided than the image displayed on the kit's packaging.

[codedfaith]

" oh?-- " the container of frosting he'd been clumsily fiddling with is lifted from his grasp, being casually, but skillfully flipped around and held differently by the other. seven blinks, once, then twice, looking up at her almost owlishly before quietly stifling a laugh, and shrugging. he raises his hands, in faux-surrender as he lets her continue to work. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ahhh, okay! whatever you say, ma'am! " he sits in a kitchen chair spun around, arms resting upon the woo -den backrest. he hums a random, cheery christmas tune under his breath, looking at their creation so far. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ using his fingers as a frame, he sticks out his tongue as he focuses, closing one eye--it's a bit lop-sided, yes, and the icing is melting in places, candy shifting about, but... ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " you know, i think it's got character! " he tries his best to defend what they've spent their last hour or so on, a beat, " well, when you look at it from a certain angle, at least... " he adds, lightheartedly, jokingly wincing with a chuckle. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " geez... you'd think people like us, that make ama -zing things everyday, would be a lot better at this. " ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ...are you sure you don't want help? seven can just hold things, if you want! " (he's doing the puppy eyes, god help us all. it might be easier to take him seriously, if he didn't have that icing on his cheek, too.) ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[codedfaith]

literally might make bunny hat saeran canon to his post-game outfit. for funsies

[pareidolah-archived]

“ that looks like a lot, do you need any help with it? ” / @codedfaith liked this for a one liner !

[codedfaith]

seven struggles trying to lug around a large, black instrument case, fit for a orchestral bass, or something else of similar size. however, it didn't contain such a thing at all, instead, it holds the teen's hacking equipment. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ something he needs to store away quietly, giving him easy access to his devices throughout the day. that way, he can casually draw out any information from the data-rooms when requested from his higher-ups. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ his arms wobble, and he sighs loudly with annoyance, thinking he was alone in the hallways, that is, until... 'that looks like a lot, do you need any help with it?', seven perks, noticing the other student suddenly. he blinks a few times, a bit owlishly. ✉️ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " wh--oh, no, no! i'm strong, " a joking flex of his arm, " i've got this under control, totally! don't you worry, i-- " then, there's a loud thud as his other arm finally gives out, toppling both the case, and sending the redhead tum -bling forward. there's an awkward pause, where he lays completely prone. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " okay, um... maybe, some help would be appreciated, actually. " he admits, sheepishly. after brushing himself off, the two begin to drag the case toge -ther, their objective? get to the the hacker's assigned locker, a bit a ways. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ seven glances at the other, growing a bit curious in the silence, " so !!! " he begins, excitable as ever, " what's your name, huh? i should probably know my hero's name, right? " (a bright smile.) ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎