Here's my preview for @nostringsdetached!! The zine focuses on contributors' custom MCs and their relationship with the characters!
Since it's my first time participating in a zine I put all the effort in my part, had so much fun with it ngl (even though it left me burned out for a month lmao I blame that on college). I'm so happy to be a part of this project, everyone's so talented here hehe♡
There's also an anniversary raffle and milestone bonuses so don't miss it!! All the details are to be found on @nostringsdetached 💕
No Strings Detached is a Non-Profit Mystic Messenger digital fanzine focusing on the relationship between custom MCs and in-game Mystic Messenger characters!
Get everything for $15 USD + pay what you want !
✨Reblogs greatly appreciated!✨
In addition to the zine pdf and digital merchandise, we’ve created for you our very own custom messenger game courtesy of Shawna-p!
✨ This game features a custom MC dressup game, profile builder, and Q&A chatrooms for mod cmcs and mysmes characters!
💗🎀 JEWLERY RAFFLE! 🎀💗
By purchasing a zine bundle, you also get entered to a jewelry raffle courtesy of Witchtomez!
✨ Have a chance of winning one of many mystic messenger inspired bracelets and earrings!!
🎀BUY NOW!: https://nsdzine.gumroad.com/ 🎀
All profits are donated to Astraea Lesbian Foundation for Justice and Save the Children! For more information, please check out our Carrd!
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Thank you for the tag @cafedanslanuit This is a seriously cute Piccrew!!
I’ll tag @gureishi @geniously-hacked-bebop @currentlyprocrastinating @agent-bee @luxielle @shittylongcatposts @space-kitten-606 @mammonprotectionsquad @first-class-yandere only if you guys want and also anyone else that wants to do this!! ♥️
If you want creators to keep making stuff for you to read and look at and drool over and cry about with your friends and think about at 3am and be inspired by to create your own works-
If you want creators to keep making their AUs and participating in Zines and experimenting with their art styles and having the courage and the motivation to show you, the consumer, the fellow creator-
If you don't want to see your favorite creators forced out of fandom spaces because they lack support-
If you love your fandom and don't want to see it die-
Please. Reblog.
Spread the love. No one is going to judge you, for Christmas sake. We're on fucking tumblr. Reblog. Please and thanks.
i was tagged by @black-swvn ; thank you my mai ! i’m tagging @melonmochimoon @sazzaaaaa @rr0zu @milkdoie @lovnde @ex0tic-vgh @vampirateking @najatheangel @purplepsycho03 @moon-jun and anyone else who wants to do this <3
— last song: serotonin by girl in red.
— last movie: i genuinely don’t remember 😭
— currently reading: six of crows by leigh bardugo. having major bi panic over kaz and inej but i also have a huge crush on both nina and matthias </33
— currently watching: a c-drama called go ahead with @melonmochimoon <3
— currently craving: food-wise, nothing, i’m feeling a bit queasy i don’t even want to think about eating or drinking </3 i’m kinda craving kisses though.
ty for the tag, @madeofsaltiness! ’m gonna go ahead and tag @odmlevis, @peachy-momos, @fallxngstarr, @ttogaslut, @loveatsutani, & @sookyshima! anyone can join in on this, though. and there’s no pressure in doing this ^_^
– last song: evermore by josh groban
– last movie: the mitchells vs the machines (a wonderful movie, btw! i highly suggest u watch it)
Thank you for the tag!! This is going to truly expose me LMAO
-Last song: Toppako by Super Beaver
-Last movie: The Chicago Eight
-Currently Reading: Haikyu!! vol. 1
-Currently Watching: Haikyu!! (again), Yuri on Ice (again), Ouran High School Host Club, Demon Slayer (I have a problem with watching a million shows at once)
-Currently Craving: I wasn’t sure but I saw you answered sushi and I realized how long it’s been since I had sushi and now I want some lol
Thanks for tagging me :DD ♡♡ Also I see that OHSHC 👀
• Last song: Boys - Wolność (jdjsksks don’t-)
• Last movie: A silent voice
• Currently reading: Invitation of the Mystic Messenger, also fanfiction lol
• Currently watching: Bo Burnham’s “Inside” and lots of youtube stuff lol
• Currently craving: tooaasssttt mmmmmmmmmmmm
I’ll tag : @mammonprotectionsquad, @currentlyprocrastinating, @quirky-and-kind, @strawberrysae, @ilupant, @sensetenou, @truth-be-told-im-lying, @shittylongcatposts and @marshmallowprotection!! No pressure, though :D And sorry if I forgot anyone sjsjdjjdj </3
warnings: just a little hurt comfort!! they kiss :)
note: me? with a v fic? yes yes i am back!! i have so many requests to get through but i’ve missed this man more than life itself so !!
Jihyun awakens early that morning, even for him.
It’s barely dawn as he rolls over, the sun just breaking through the horizon, adorning the room in faded oranges and vibrant blues. He’s not quite sure why he’s awake as he palms at his eyes, but when his gaze meets her frame—draped in sky-soaked sheets, hair pooling at the ridges of her shoulders—he decides it doesn’t matter all that much.
She’s more than he ever could’ve wished her to be. Her presence is constant, unwavering, a dig in the back of his mind that feels like diving into cold water. It’s torn him to pieces—splaying out fragments in front of her—and yet she’s gentle with each one, a puzzle between delicate fingertips.
He’s always claimed to be an artist, but the idea of such a thing makes him laugh now. The way she’s assembled a mosaic from his skin, the way her fingertips paint at every scar, every blemish, every piece of him that he’d cursed for being there—
She’s much more of such than he could ever wish to be.
Yet, she stirs beside him and he holds his breath, hoping not to wake her so early. Her face is still soft with the lure of unconsciousness, but her hands twitch and her fingers stumble as they reach across the mattress—as they reach for him. He’s quick to oblige, allowing her to wrap her arms around his torso and bury her nose into his collar.
Part of him wishes to kiss her then—to drop his head low and press his lips to the flash of sunlight across her cheeks, or the skin just behind her ear. Part of him wishes to hum soft words into her skin—to tell her I love you, I love you, I love you until he’s memorized the way his voice reverberates against her flesh.
But he lingers there, silent and still, eyes flicking over her skin. He can feel her breath along the side of his neck and the way her fingers tangle into the hem of his shirt—a reminder that yes she is here, and yes she is his. She, in all of her grace, in all of her kindness, and humility, and wonder—is here with him, swallowed by the hum of dawn.
His fingers dance at the top of her hipbone, pressing into soft skin as goosebumps follow his touch. He’s careful—as if there’s porcelain beneath his hands—but warmth splays under him and he’s melted by the feeling, just as he always is.
And as the sheets begin to pool at her waist, something terribly needy begins to grip him. His head hangs low, the smell of her shampoo (a lavender one she’s always used religiously) heavy in his nose. He presses his lips to her forehead and gentle hesitation sprouts throughout his body, but he continues along the side of her face, kisses falling down to her jaw.
She moves then: an arch in her back with a sudden intake of breath, and he curses himself for the way he’s drawn to her. Her eyes are slow to flutter open, but he still freezes at the sight of them, fixed on the way they sparkle in morning blues.
A gentle sound falls from her lips as she reaches up, soft fingers brushing against his jaw.
“Oh, I’ve awoken you, haven’t I?” He leans into her touch, his skin humming against the warmth of hers. “I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head, a drowsy smile soft upon her cheeks.
“Don’t apologize. Now I get to see you.” He laughs at the statement—warm and breathy and drawn low in the air of the morning.
“What?” She murmurs, her face falling back into the crook of his neck. “I’m completely serious.” He can hear the pout in her voice, but a snort is quick to follow suit.
And yet there’s an ache in this—a soft, tender thing that twists in his bones and soaks through his flesh and sings to parts of him that he nearly forgets are there. It’s in the way her voice falls around him, in the way the sunlight, just barely bright enough the tear through the curtains, spills swirling patterns across her skin, in the way this feels so terribly sweet and kind and real.
When did he begin to deserve this? How could he ever deserve this? It’s a whisper that lingers, a thought that licks at the back of his skull. He wishes to love her, to adorn her in everything she could ever desire, but the voice in the back of his head will forever ask him why he should have the honor of doing such; why should he get to feel the warmth of her patience and the buzzing of her touch; why should he—
“You’re thinking, aren’t you?” She hasn’t moved from her spot, the tip of her nose tickling at the skin just below his jaw. It doesn’t take so much as a glance for her to reach through the pieces of him that have fallen across their sheets; it never does.
“I…” He knows better than to lie to her, but as he opens his mouth to speak, something dies in his throat.
“The usual?” She asks, her shoulders arching back with a stretch as she turns to look up at him.
“The usual,” he replies.
She sighs, a soft breath spilling across the room, the heat laying over his skin. Her shoulders twist with a stretch and she looks up at him, meeting his gaze through the darkness.
“Oh, Jihyun.” Her voice is nothing more than a hum, a whisper in the morning. “Do you ever let yourself rest?”
No.
“Of course. Aren’t I resting right now, my love?” He regrets the attempt at humor as soon as the words fall from his lips and her mouth winds lightly into a frown.
“You know what I mean,” she scorns. He sighs, falling back into the pillows, his skin twisting with the silk of his sheets. She’s quick to follow him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her lips meet his cheek, his temple, the corner of his mouth.
“I do.” His voice, in the light of the morning, as the sun crawls its way into the sky, is barely his voice at all. It creaks with a sound so terribly weak that he can’t help but clear his throat after his breath hits the air.
“I love you,” she hums into his skin and he can feel the way her voice reverberates throughout his flesh. “Now—” Her mouth meets his with a kiss soft enough to melt him into the mattress below him. “And forever.” The words buzz so strongly against his face that he twitches at the sound, his fingers reaching for the sides of her hips.
“And you deserve that.” Another—this time barely the ghost of her lips against his, but it’s enough to shake him to his core. “You will always deserve that.”
He has no words to say, no awful form of self-deprecation to speak. His mind is quiet, his mouth unmoving. His fingertips lace endless shapes into her skin, each one lingering in the air between them.
He wishes to hum soft words into her skin, to tell her of the endless ways he loves her, to be her strength and her will and the humility he so adores. But this morning, in the gentle blues of their bedroom, she will give that to him. She will dull the ache that crawls so deeply through his bones and he, ignoring all that seems righteous to him, will accept each word that leaves her mouth. She will be his strength, and his will, and his humility.
And though he hates to admit it—hates to hear that he should have anything more than the absolute minimum—he will hear that she loves him, over and over, just as he deserves.
Please welcome and thank Rusgard for lending her talents to NSD!
Jumin could only accept your love in return..
✨ig: @_rusgard ✨tbl: @rusgard
No Strings Detached is a digital non-profit fanzine focusing on the relationship between custom MC’s and in-game Mystic Messenger characters. For more information, please check out our Carrd!
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