#mystic messenger unkown

[mallleus]

Mmmm… It’s giving mystic messenger

[rey-the-bat]

Some angst

[natsuneages]

This was a old comic about my first impression of Ray's route. I saw Cheritz like this formula in their characters...

[simplearcticfoxes]

Made this catified Mystic Messenger animation a bit ago

I'm not really sure how to make it playable without using a link but at least you can watch it at its source

I'll be posting the refs I made for this later

[mt0ni]

Bro, podemos hablar de lo fuerte que golpea MysticMessenger? Literalmente soy adicta al juego y a Saeran🔪

[mystarr0]

★

Even in his most dangerous personality, he's still cute :3

[choiyeonjuns]

let me make a list of my fiction crushes i had

zuko- atla (main) i was like 10(?)

jack frost- rise of the guardians

thomas- digimon data squad

tatsuya- the inregular school magic

robin- og teen titans

all the guys from mystic messenger minus yoosung (707 and unkown <3 but 707!!! never got his route and i quit playing after getting jumin’s bad route ajwkwjwjs)

thats all i can think of for now  

[si3art]

Sweet minty Saeran for @saerans-ri as a secret santa gift~ Hope you like it~ ;~;

[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

[erait-san-blog]

Well i think i'm getting better with this!!

I rlly love the way My art is taking

I Love You Saeran 💕

[mallleus]

Remember that one bad ending in Jumins route????

[mystic-hell-of-a-messenger]

MysticMessenger as conversations I’ve had part 4:

Ray at his and MC’s wedding:

It was not a wedding dress, it was just a very pretty dress 🥺🥺🥺

Yoosung, zen, and seven:

Seven to saeran:

The hypocrisy

Seven:

Rika:

unknown and seven:

Unknown:

Jaehee:

Jumin and seven:

Seven:

[cornerofdrawings]

happy birthday Saeran 🎉

Se me ha pasado la fecha y no alcance a dibujar a saeyoung también

[chim-elle]

Ok, so despite this being really pretty and Saeran looking like someone slapped him with the ‘I might be a boy but I have better eyeliner and hair than you’ stick.

What if Saeran appears during that line; ‘it takes a push to make me perish,’ and is dressed up and everything in this dark eerie lighting because someone died again ?

All joking aside in the transition between this scene and the last with the flowy water ripples what if they were actually flower petals. Now, this may be far fetched but if they’re the same one as the one on his suit jacket then we can assume it the petals of a black rose. 

A black rose, like the blue rose, remains elusive and in flower language, it indicates death and farewell. This may be kind of predictable “dark colouring = death” but when a black rose is sent to someone it can mean the ending of a relationship or cutting ties with someone from here we can guess that even if it isn’t a literal death the petals can represent the relationship between Saeyoung and Saeran or V and Rika.

Another point worth mentioning no matter how sad it may be is that the actual blue rose Saeran is wearing can represent the unattainable or the mysterious or how my five minutes of research put it “I can't have you but I can't stop thinking about you.“

Whether this means Saeran will never have a route or translates his weird love for the protagonist or even V’s love for Rika it can be seen that Cheritz put A LOT of thought and effort into their work and even if September is a while away we should be glad we’ll be getting a more complete and detailed route no matter how much it kills us to wait.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Idk when I’ll get to finish and colour this so have it now

cereus!mirae is probably as affectionate as she can get away with after the events of the first story

AU by @marshmallowprotection​

[lyharie]

Never related to a character this much.

He deserves the world 💐