Happy birthday Choi twins 🥺💕🥳🎉🎈their birthday CG made me cry given how it's like a cute moment where they get to just Be Kids so I wanted to draw something with similar energy...I care them so bad you guys don't even KNOW
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She’s not all the way finished her face is just started I need to build more color so her eyes pop/stand out more. First time cutting short hair…I did okay just don’t look at the back I kind of butchered it a bit oops sorry Jaehee your still beautiful tho!!
i lied to y'all, after writing for 9 fandoms i can assure you nothing hits as hard as mystic messenger
it's 6 am and i'm thinking about jumin han. small, probably in the austism spectrum jumin han that was locked in his basement because he didn't act like a "normal child". how he's mocked for his "robot-like" behaviour and his hard set of rules, and since he has money to spare, nobody gives him a second glance. jumin, who finds comfort alongside the girlfriend of his best friend and even if he knows she'll never return his feelings, he's happy to be by her side. until she takes her own life, and he desperately clings to the only reminder of her, a small, white cat, while he listens to his friends mock him for the way he's coping. jumin, whose head is full of messy thoughts he can't quite understand or detangle until he meets you. you, who teaches him love is warm and kind and that yes, it was possible to love him just as he is.
i'm thinking about saeran choi. the youngest and constantly sick saeran that lives with an abusive mother and loves his brother more than anything else in the world. saeran, who is tricked and forced to believe said brother abandoned him, and endures physical abuse in the form of beatings and forced drug-intake. his psyche is so deteriorated he's forced to create other personas to protect himself. saeran that is taught he's useless, unworthy of love and just a useless airhead. and yet, even in his worse times and after being literally tortured, he can still find the beauty in flowers. saeran, who is in such a fragile mental state and yet he finds warmth in your touch and eventually takes your hand, escaping his chains with the promise of a new beginning.
i'm thinking of hyun ryu, our lovely zen. how he escaped from his house after enduring emotional abuse and (presumably) predatory behaviour in his school. how people have made him believe he's nothing else but his looks and he tries, he tries so hard not to believe them. zen, who has been taught that even your family can betray you so it's better to do things on your own and don't depend on anyone. shit, zen who heals up quickly because he's never had anyone to take care of him before. and yet, when you show up he starts to believe maybe, just maybe, he had finally found his happy ending by your side.
i'm thinking of saeyoung choi. happy go-lucky saeyoung who is forced to perform as the clown of the group, the comic relief and yet no one realizes how much pain he's actually carrying. how he's been emotionally and physically abused since he can remember, but also how he's denied the possibility to see the person he loves the most, his brother. how he has earnt so much money and yet he can't even walk down the street, forced to live in the shadows and never emotionally connect with anyone in order to protect them. saeyoung, who is so scared of love that he distances himself the second he notices his heart beats faster when you're around. saeyoung, who eventually is given a second chance to start a new life with you and his brother.
i'm thinking of jihyun kim. elusive, mysterious jihyun that was manipulated in order to despise everything his own mother represented. jihyun, that is left a mess of guilt and sorrow when she gives up her life for him, and he realizes he was in the wrong too late. he wished he could have saved her, so when he finds another young, broken girl, he decides he'll do anything in his power to love and save her. jihyun, who is physically and emotionally abused by the same girl, and yet his vow to protect her remains still, distancing himself from his friends and putting himself in second place. fucking hell, jihyun who didn't remember how it felt to be hugged until you did so. jihyun, who messed up but deserves a second chance, one he finds with you.
i'm thinking of yoosung kim. sheltered yoosung, top of his class and grade a student until the person he looked up to and loved the most dies out of the blue. how everyone thinks he's lazy and just addicted to games when he's trying to cope with probably post traumatic stress disorser or depression after the death of his beloved cousin. yoosung, who is desperate for someone to understand him, to be patient, to let him grieve in peace. yoosung who is lost in life and yet is the bravest of them all, coming face to face with anything that dares to put you in danger. you, the one that was caring, loving and understanding with his grief.
i'm thinking about jaehee kang. jaehee, who lost her parents too young and was forced to grow up sooner than she had wished for. jaehee, who was denied of her normal teenage years and was taught her job determined her worth as a person. jaehee who finds solace in supporting a new artist because she sees so much talent, passion and raw feelings in his eyes, it makes her feel something, even when she's had the worst of days. lovely jaehee who just needs someone to supoort her, to tell her that, even if she can do everything alone, she doesn't have to. jaehee who starts experiencing love and, while she has trouble putting it into words, you know that every part of her soul is filled with thoughts of you.
so yeah. nothing hits quite like mystic messenger.
Here’s a new OC that I had yet to introduce~! Her name is Quincy Thorne and she’s real cool and mean. Using her for the @drwitchinghour campaign! I’m helping out as an art mod there :)
“The flower language of the blue rose is…. Impossible. Unattainable”
I have this headcanon that Saeran would re-contextualize his own blue rose motif after his route, because he found the impossible in the form of MC and reached the unattainable with her. And so instead of the blue rose being a depressing reminder of what he can’t have, it’s a reminder that he is living a miracle.
Anyway here is a good ending Saeran with blue roses embroidered in his white shirt featuring one of my favorite lines 💙🌹
Doodle done in the style I’ve been doing for @nostringsdetached! A digital mystic messenger zine I’ve been hosting, and it’s currently available for purcahse! Buy yours now: https://app.gumroad.com/nsdzine
This year I got the awesome opportunity to be part of the Mystic Messenger Reverse Big Bang. I am so glad I got to be a part of it and thrilled to have @sapphireicecream as my partner! Her fantastic art is the amazing piece posted here with my fic, go check her out on Instagram and Twitter as well! Her art is lovely and deserves all the love. I hope I did your beautiful piece justice Sapphire! Big thank you too to everyone running the show at @mysme-rbb !
Without further ado, let's get to the fic!
Characters: Saeyoung (707) and V (Jihyun)
Genre: Fluff
Pairings: None
Warnings: some implied reference to neglect, spoilers for saeyoung and v's routes (i believe), minimal knowledge on photography (pls forgive), please let me know if I missed anything!
Synopsis: V teaches our boy about space!
The service had ended a while ago now, most of the patrons of the church had made their way out and to their respective homes. The only ones left were a small handful of strangers speaking to V, and Saeyoung. The preteen found himself by the open doors, looking out at the view the cathedral provided on its hilltop location. Though his gaze was drawn more to the horizon and the clear skies as the sun set on another day.
He should have been thinking about getting home, being alone at night wasn’t the safest option at his age. He should have been thinking about getting home to make sure Saeran had eaten or to make him some dinner before their mom got upset for them being in the kitchen again. But all he could think about was that little bit of dark blue that leaked into the sky as the sun set, preceding the emptiness that came with night.
It all seemed so empty to him, the vast darkness of the night sky. Sure he could see the occasional twinkle of a star or two, or the moon on the clear nights. But it almost scared him, how big and black and never-ending the night sky was.
It didn’t help that the nighttime held a lot of unpleasant memories and thoughts for him. When the sun set and that endless horizon turned dark, Saeyoung knew nothing good could come of it. Maybe that was why the adults chose to sleep the nights away. Because they were afraid of the things it held.
“What are you doing, Saeyoung?” A voice from behind him made him jump, startled and embarrassed at being caught. He turned around to face V, the older boy’s eyes glimmering with amusement. The redhead shifted on his feet sheepishly, looking down as if the answer to the older boy’s question was there. He heard and barely saw out of his peripherals V moving closer, causing him to look up in alarm. Except V had moved past him, or rather, beside him, to gaze up at the sky for himself.
“Big isn’t it? It almost doesn’t seem real how big it is.”
Saeyoung turned around again to look back up at the horizon. It was big, and it frightened him. But he couldn’t tell V that. Who would take a fear like that seriously? V would probably make fun of him for it.
“There’s nothing out there,” was all he said in response, keeping his focus upwards, as if the secrets of the world would appear the longer he looked. He heard a thoughtful hum from his companion. It wasn’t in disagreement, more so just a noise of acknowledgment.
Minutes passed in silence, the chilly air not quite settling into their clothes or their bones. Instead, it seemed to brush through their hair and over their skin gently, a reminder of the quiet that the mostly empty cathedral provided
“Do you know about space, Saeyoung?” V suddenly spoke up, though his voice was hushed as if he didn’t want to break the ambiance of the moment. The redhead turned to him curiously. His friend shot him a brief smile before returning his gaze up. “Space is a beautiful thing, even if we can’t always see a lot of it for ourselves.”
“How would you know then? How do you know if you can’t see it?” He felt stupid asking the question but it felt like V was talking in riddles. If you can’t see something then how could it be beautiful? What was the point in beauty if you can’t see it? However, instead of chastisement for his question, he earned a chuckle and the return of that teal gaze on him.
“Let me show you.” With that, V turned and walked back inside, leaving no further indication whether or not Saeyoung was supposed to follow now or not. With slightly scrambled steps, the curious child hurried after him to catch up. They walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to fill it with uncomfortable small talk. Eventually, Saeyoung found himself being led through the doors he now knew belonged to V’s studio. How he had been allowed to set up at the cathedral he wasn’t sure, but he also never asked.
It was the size of a master bedroom, maybe even two, more room than one person could reasonably need. But instead of a bed or lounging furniture and tables, the area was filled with photos and canvases and prints. There were a few chairs and smaller tables, but they looked to be more for storage or convenient places for half-empty mugs of tea. One table by the wall was covered in a variety of lenses he wouldn’t even begin to guess the use of.
The two of them walked out to the room’s balcony, most of the curtains on the windows open despite how little view they offered from the back of the church. It wasn’t until he was through the set of double doors did Saeyoung notice the camera on a tripod also out on the balcony. The tripod was as tall as he was, if not taller, and the camera sat easily above his head.
The oddest thing he noticed was that the camera was pointed upwards.
“Little weird huh? Pointing a camera up at nothing?” V asked in a teasing tone, nudging him playfully with his elbow. “I won’t bore you with the details, but if I do it just right, with the right lens and shutter speed, I can capture the beauty of the night sky, of space. I do it out here because the lights of the city don’t block out the light of the stars.”
“What does it look like?” the preteen finally spoke up, looking between the camera and the sky that was starting to fade into the beginnings of dusk. V shot him a grin and turned back into the studio room. The teal-haired young man walked over to a print standing proudly on a display board. He picked the poster-sized image up and walked back to Saeyoung, presenting the photo to him.
The photo looked like it should have been out of a fantasy world, showing so many colors and shapes that it must have been magic. Saeyoung looked it over with eyes stretched wide in awe. He was captivated by the purples and blues that stood out against what he normally saw as a great black abyss. Even more so by the little bits of white he knew as stars that made so many more shapes than he could hope to keep track of.
“Space is huge, Saeyoung, so much bigger than what we can see with our own eyes.” V started speaking, drawing the younger boy out of his consideration of the photo. “And it can be a little scary how big it is, how empty it seems, especially if we don’t know what’s out there. But there is so much out there!” His voice rose in excitement as he gestured between the empty air and the photo.
“There are hundreds upon hundreds of galaxies like ours, thousands upon thousands of stars outside of the ones we can see. Our own galaxy is home of a fraction in comparison, and our own solar system even less so. Each planet out there is a unique place on its own. You could probably imagine a planet and it likely exists.”
“Like a planet made out of candy?” Saeyoung asked though it was edged in sarcasm. Still, V chuckled.
“Who knows! I heard of one made completely out of diamonds, so it’s entirely possible. But there is so much more than the planets, the stars fill the void of space farther than any of us could ever hope to understand. And it’s always shifting, just a little. There’s always more to see, always something new to learn. Whether it’s about the shooting stars that kiddos like you might wish on or a planet made out of candy,” His blue-green eyes held a teasing tint making Saeyoung blush in embarrassment. “Space will always surprise you.”
V went on to talk about the different sorts of galaxies, telling him about their own Milky Way and some much different than theirs. He described how the sun was a star but there were suns and stars over twenty times the size. Though Saeyoung was looking at the photo in his hand, he could practically see the still print come to life, swirling and changing along with his friend’s descriptions.
He could see the swirling spirals of black holes in his mind, the streaks of light that were shooting stars and comets. He imagined being there himself, in a place that was never too small, never too cramped. Open and vast, ready for adventures, ready to be explored! He imagined looking down on the Earth from up there as V carried on his storytelling. He wondered if there was anyone else out there. Of course, as a kid, he’d heard of the concepts of aliens. But if a planet could be anything he could imagine, what sort of aliens could there be?
Saeyoung could imagine being up there with Saeran, away from their mother. He could imagine going on adventures with his brother and not having to worry about anything except how to get to a new galaxy. Would Saeran like to go up there one day with him? He sure hoped so.
At one point he became aware of the fact that V had stopped talking. He tuned back into the room they stood in and blinked, clearing his head of the fantasies of being in space. His friend looked at him with a warm smile, eyes holding fond amusement.
“I’m going to be taking another night sky photo tonight, would you like to see it when it’s done?” Saeyoung nodded eagerly, brightening up at the thought of seeing more of this real-life magic. His enthusiasm caused V to chuckle. “Alright well, it’ll probably be done by the next time you come back. I’ll make sure to show you. Maybe I’ll even be able to make you a print to take home with you.”
While Saeyoung dreaded the idea of bringing something so precious into his home, he was more excited about the idea of keeping a piece of space in his pocket. Even if it was a photo. And being able to share it with his brother and tell him all about what V had taught him. Even now he couldn’t wait to go back and share the stories he’d been told.
V walked Saeyoung back out of the cathedral before they exchanged parting words. The preteen left the church with a lighter step than when he had entered, practically running, carried by the images and thoughts about space in his mind. He wanted to know more, see more, learn all that he could. And maybe, just maybe, he could go one day.
-
“You still have that old thing?” A voice from behind him chuckled, drawing Saeyoung’s attention away from his computer and across the room. V stood in his room and looked at the poster-sized print hung above his bed. It was the picture V had taken the night he had first told the redhead about space. It had turned out to be one of both the photographer and hacker’s favorites.
“Of course I do! It was one of the first things you gave me.” Saeyoung grinned, standing up and making his way to join his old friend’s side. “That was the day you taught me how to dream of something bigger, even if I couldn’t see it for myself yet.”
As the two of them stood in comfortable silence looking at the photo, Saeyoung thought about what he’d left unsaid. How even now he would lay awake and think about how V had taught him that sometimes beauty is beyond the surface. That it can be found even where you housed your fears. Whether that was inside himself, under the surface beneath his own darkened thoughts, or out in that endless night sky.
Oh man I really tried to emotionally prepare myself to read this one but I was still not ready.
Ok ok first of all, Sapphire’s art is gorgeous as always. The literal stars in his eyes! The beautiful planets swirling overhead—just the way he would’ve pictured them as a child, colorful and a lil blurry and cute and just swimming all over the place.
And this story was just beautiful. I’ve somehow never thought about how Saeyoung first learned about space—but it makes me simultaneously pleased and heartbroken that it was V who first told him about it (and of course! Of course it was!) The ending really melted me. What tender and soft and thoughtful writing!
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