#mystic messenger fanzine

[the-seraphim-weep]

[wiltedmysmes]

All roses have thorns, and all blooms someday wilt. 🥀

WILTED, a dark Saeran fanzine, has officially wrapped up its creation period! Look out for more information soon…

Video by @melotie

[bycmykae]

👑 Her Majesty, an Elizabeth the Third appreciation zine

Content Restrictions and Requirements

Rating: SFW, PG-13/T

Shipping: No

Timeline: Any of the story lines is acceptable , no AUs

Theme: The focus is Elizabeth the Third

Schedule

Interest Check: Jan 01 - January 20

Contributor Sign Ups: Jan 22 - February 13, 9:00 PM CT

Last day to Join Server: February 17 9PM CT

Check in 1: March 17

Check In 2: April 17

Finals Due: May 17 9:00 PM CT

What is a zine?

New to zines? Check out https://zinebaby.carrd.co/ for some general information. For this project, a zine is a digital PDF that consist of art and fics.

Who can participate?

Anyone who applies during the application period. No previous experience. No portfolio necessary. Unless you want to be the cover artist.

What types of mediums are allowed?

Anything that can be put into a PDF, which means no music or animation. (Although contributors are encouraged to turn their pieces into animations if they choose to outside of this project).

Contributor Expectations:

English speaking: mandatory.

Discord attendance: mandatory.

Check-ins: optional.

Let a mod know you need to drop: required.

Final deadline: non-negotiable.

Portfolio Requirements

Only cover artists need a portfolio. For our cover we're looking for an artist who has experience in drawing cats. Preferably in a regal aesthetic to best portray her majesty.

Content Restrictions and Guidelines:

Elizabeth the Third is a MUST, your work should focus on her as a main character.

Canon Compliant; any of the existing storylines count—please note there are a lot and the mods may not be familiar with all of them.

May contain major spoilers; please do not participate or download this project if you have not played all the storylines and do NOT want to be spoiled

MC is the ONLY OC acceptable, please do not add any additional characters (including and not limited to fan-made children, additional friends/co-workers/cult members). This does not include background characters for environmental settings.

Creating art that is JUST dressing Elizabeth the Third up in cute, elegant, or regal outfits is acceptable.

Additional Questions?

Feel free to reach out through tumblr ask or email (cmykae+by@gmail.com) Bycmykae's extensive FAQ: https://bit.ly/bycmykaefaq

[koyukimori]

Happy Birthday to Jumin Han from Mystic Messenger! I promise each year to remember your birthday UwU

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

A Piece of You: Chapter 6

Pairing: Zen x MC

Synopsis: After the death of his sister, Zen is entrusted with raising her daughter. Six years later and MC has settled into RFA, but she just wants to be back on the roof with the love of her life like she was two years before. But dealing with teenage years, dragged out engagements and a lot of unsaid feelings, you start to lose a piece of you. Or, perhaps, find a piece you had that had been missing the whole time.

Warnings: Family problems, arguing (someone PLEASE teach the Ryus how to communicate), smoking. 

Song: Weapons - Hudson Taylor

Notes: Uh hello I’m back for my annual update of this series ASFDJKA;. Happy to be back <3

⇦ Previous Chapter

***

Eight years. A lot can happen in eight years.

And a lot can not happen in eight years.

First it was the money - that they were going to save up for a proper ceremony. Then it was MC’s new job - that they agreed to let her settle in at her workplace before adding the stress of planning a wedding. Then it was family illness, then Chul was on tour, and then money was a problem again. There was always something, so people stopped waiting for the big day, until it simply slipped out of their minds.

However, not everything can last eight years, and Zen sometimes thought about it as he stared up at the ceiling, counting the marks until his mind finally let him rest.

Seams started to loosen after the night of the engagement party. His texts to her were often left without a reply, and he only really saw her at RFA meetings or group meet ups. After some time, Zen realised just how much things had changed, and were changing still. She was going to be married, start a new life, be surrounded by different people. He needed to give her space, and let her decide he could come back.

But she never said anything, and when she left the RFA, he knew that was it. She was gone.

He was angry at MC at first, for abandoning them all because she found someone ‘better’. For throwing away years of friendship, of trust, for someone he introduced her to. He was furious, but not for long. Eventually the mist cleared and he could see clearly again, and what he saw was that this was always going to happen at some point. People grow and change and move on. It was one of the only firm truths life had taught him.

So he accepted it, and moved on too.

“For fucks sake, Dad!”

Besides, he had other things to worry about.

“Gi,” Zen said smoothly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “you are sixteen years old, there is no way in hell you are going to a club. And watch your language.”

“Are you serious? It’s not like I’m the only sixteen year old who goes, literally everyone does it.”

“I don’t care if everyone else does it, it’s out of the question.”

She had crossed her arms now. Never a good sign. “You’re really not gonna let me go?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Unbelievable.”

The slamming of her door stopped making him flinch around the third time she had done it.  Now, no matter how hard she tried to shake the hinges with the sheer force of her anger alone, it merely blended into the background as Zen sunk down onto the sofa. He sometimes wondered if she hoped the whole house would fall down with it. He didn’t really doubt it.

He was trying so hard, so very hard, to keep their little boat steady despite the conditions. But with every curfew passed and every appearance of a new piercing, they found themselves in rockier waters. Zen didn’t fear that the tide would win. Gi was a teenager, this was to be expected.

As long as she screamed at, argued with, and slammed her door at him, he knew they were at least somewhat safe. Because she was still communicating with him, and that was more than he gave his parents.

Sure, it gave him a headache, but he’d take that over her silence any day.

Though, he still doubted himself more than he’d ever care to admit. Even to himself, probably. Gi had always had spirit, it was part of her charm. But the direction this spirit was leading her frightened Zen a little more every day. Why was she so eager to rebel, to defy him, to completely ignore that he did and said everything he did because he cared so much for her that it sometimes made him ill. He was riddled with anxiety every time she didn’t pick up her phone or every minute that passed her curfew.

Yes, he acted the same when he was her age. But he wasn’t his parents. Gi shouldn’t feel the same way he used to.

So why did she keep slamming the door?

When she didn’t come down for dinner, he placed a plate outside her door, making sure his footsteps were a little louder as he descended down the staircase. He waited a few extra moments before he heard the click of her door.

Good, he thought. There we go.

As long as she reopened the door, even if just for a moment, the slamming would just be noise.

He’d take the headache over her silence any day.

***

Gi took another inhale from the paper roll between her fingers, before passing it back to the boy who had his arm draped over her shoulder. She grimaced as the smoke hit the back of her throat, an unpleasant heat filling her lungs and a rough burn scratching her tonsils. She tried not to show it.

“See? Don’t know what you were making such a fuss about,” the boy said, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke out into the cool air, swirling in the breeze, “it’s just a cigarette.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

They hung out around the play area at the park - their usual spot. People knew to swerve around it, to not make eye contact. Parents turned away at the sight of them, telling their children they’d come back to the playground another day. They simply minded their business and did anything not to get noticed, even if that meant straying from their path or even just going back home.

The group thrived from this, from the fear they seemed to incite. All except one, but just like the people knew to avoid them, she knew to keep her mouth shut.

“Oi, you coming tonight? I can come pick you up if you want.”

Gi swallowed. “Nah I can’t, I have practice.”

The boy deadpanned, “Really? You’re still doing that shit?”

“Yo let the girl do what she wants,” another boy piped up, “her prancing around on ice doesn’t make any difference to you, does it?”

Okay well he didn’t have to say it like that, but the thought was there.

“I duno, just seems lame to keep it going for this long. Are you not bored?”

Several pairs of eyes landed on her, expecting her answer. Are you not bored, she thought, of doing absolutely nothing but terrorising the town?

But she smiled, and gave the boy next to her a nudge with her elbow, “Well, whilst you are stuck in class still trying to wrap your poor head around why and when letters were a part of maths, I get to prance around the ice and win my weight in prize money. For someone who is constantly banging on about ‘beating the system’, you really are very slow.” She took the cigarette once again, “Do try to keep up.”

One boy whistled lowly, one girl tried to hide her laughter, another boy gave her a fistbump.

Gi took a long drag, not breaking eye contact with him, and trying to ignore the way her stomach lurched when his mouth curled into a smirk.

***

He needed more aspirin.

Another detention. Another call from school. Another text from So-yi saying that she’d caught Gi and the group attempting to steal from her shop.

It had been an impulsive move. In a moment of anger and frustration, he had called Gi’s skating coach. He’d asked her to cancel the rest of her session and send her home.

Zen knew the rage he would be met with when she opened the door, but he’d take it. It wasn’t silence. He needed to get through to her.

It was his last option.

He half expected her to rip the door off its hinges, but she’d entered their house far more calmly than he anticipated. Though he did notice her knuckles as she gripped the door handle - white and trembling.

She was pissed.

“Why?” she questioned, and had she not been his daughter, his skin might have crawled from the pure venom that laced her words. He knew better.

“Because there’s no other way to get through to you. You keep going against anything I tell you, anything I ask of you. You won’t listen to me.”

“Then say something worth listening to.”

“Hey.” He snapped, clear and steady. He saw something different flash across her eyes. He chose to ignore it.

“Enough,” he continued, “enough is enough. I’m not going to let you keep going in this direction. I’m not going to let you go down the same path I did when-”

“And why,” she interrupted, her voice low but cutting through the air with razor sharpness, “on God’s earth, do you ever think I’d end up like you?”

For the first time in years, Zen was taken aback.

The house grew quiet, with only the ticking of the clock and shallow breaths filling the space. The pictures on the walls watched on as the two stood opposite each other in their stand-off, not uttering a word, hardly moving. Staring at, but barely even seeing each other.

Zen hurt, slashes and cuts from her sharp words littering his skin. He hurt for the days they were missing, the days which should have been filled with laughter that were slowly being taken up by days filled with screaming. He thought about shopping for her prom dress, helping her with her hair and makeup. He wondered if she’d ever be allowed to prom.

Gi hurt, a deep twinge in her chest that longed, ached for what they used to be. For the days where they were always on the same side. She wondered if who she had become would be unrecognisable to those who used to know her. She thought of MC. She thought of MC holding the hand of her younger self as she watched them now, terrified, tears in her eyes as she watched the person she became tear down the man she idolised, cherished, adored - the man who had loved her with every last piece of his heart.

But they were both so, so very stubborn, and their pain quickly mutated into pure, fierce anger.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me loud and clear.”

“Do not talk to me like that, Gi.”

“Why not? Tell me exactly. Why. Not.”

“Because I am your father-”

“Are you?”

With two very short words, barely a second in time, Zen’s whole world halted.

This was always a possibility. Zen just never imagined it would actually happen.

His biggest insecurity, biggest guilt, biggest wound - ripped open by the very thing that kept it closed.

“I appreciated you being transparent with me from the start. That we were ‘different’ than other parents and children, as you so eloquently put it. I don’t mind that I’m adopted. That bit doesn’t bother me, I’ve told you that before. But I’ve also told you that I need more information than that. And you ignored me, time and time again.”

Zen’s mind was absolutely reeling.

Gi merely laughed at his expression. “Your face is telling me that, after all this time, you really thought I wouldn’t go looking?”

Not now...he can’t do this now.

“After all the times you shutdown my questions, stating you ‘still weren’t ready to talk about it’. You have an AWFUL habit of doing that, by the way. Not talking. No wonder you let MC waltz out of your life. The one semblance of a friend I had just walking out the door because you won’t fucking TALK-”

“Gi.”

“NO! You are going to listen to me this time. I am so sick of this. I had to find out everything on my own, because I needed it and you wouldn’t so much as give me a clue. You wouldn’t even give me a sliver of a chance of finding out who I am-”

“You are not your bloodline, Gi. You are you.”

“How is that so easy for you to say? Because you didn’t get along with your parents-by-blood so automatically all parents-by-blood are irrelevant? You chose to walk away from them, I didn’t. They left and I had no idea who they were. So I found out. Do you wanna know what happened to my actual dad-”

“Gi, please, don’t say it like that,” Zen croaked, willing his heart not to crack anymore than it already had.

“Prison. He’s in prison. Armed burglary, apparently. Stealing. Sounds familiar, right?”

He saw her gulp, clearly trying to hold herself together so she could get to her point.

“And you know what? That fact alone doesn’t even phase me. The bit that hurts is that I had to find it all out on my own because you wouldn’t say a word. And then you stand here and have the audacity to say I’m not listening? Well let me tell you,” she took a step towards him, barely an arms width apart, “if I share your likeness as much as you like to think I do, then you will know just how excruciating silence is. And you’ve given me nothing but that. No wonder I dished it right back,” a pause, a blink and a falter, “more than I think you realise.”

It was a lapse of judgment, a decision made from veritable, searing agony.

“No more skating.”

Her face dropped.

“What?”

A lapse of judgment.

“No more skating. Not until we get you back on track.”

A decision made.

“And he still doesn’t get it,” she whispered.

A deep, violent wound that bled. Bled onto his words, bled onto her.

“A mistake,” her hand was on the stair rail, “A big fucking mistake.”

Her door doesn’t slam, he barely even hears it click, and the house is silent.

Zen sinks to the floor, like he was a child. Like he was those sixteen years ago.

Like he’s a step closer to losing the last piece of her he had left.

***

Her phone pinged.

yo, you sure youre not coming tonight?

She packed a bag, fixed up her makeup and locked her door.

Meet me outside my window.

Two minutes later, her phone pinged again.

there’s a good girl. told ya you needed to loosen up. you should really listen to me more, yeah? see you in ten.

When she heard the stones hitting her window, she opened it and swung her legs over.

She took one last sorrowful, guilt-ridden look at her door, before her feet met crunching leaves.

***

Masterlist || Next Chapter (coming soon!)

[mysmezine]

And we’re live! Pre-Orders for the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine is now open!

Sorry for the long wait, but the store is officially open! Visit our shop at ourgardenofeden.bigcartel.com and shop now!

Read more about our bundles and stretch goals under the cut or click on this link to head to the shop.

Bundles

A Single Rose

- A PDF copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - Optional:   - Digital Merchandise      - ZEN & Yoosung phone wallpapers      - Casual Route Trio icons

A Basket of Baby’s Breath

- Physical copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - A PDF copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - Digital Merchandise ( ZEN & Yoosung phone wallpapers, Casual Route Trio Icons)

A Bouquet of Chrysanthemums

- A physical copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - 707 Print - Ray Sticker Sheet - A PDF copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - Digital Merchandise (ZEN & Yoosung phone wallpapers, Casual Route Trio icons)

A Bush of Hydrangeas

- 707 Print - Ray Sticker Sheet - 707 Acrylic Charm - MC Button Pin - Digital Merchandise (ZEN & Yoosung phone wallpapers, Casual Route Trio icons)

A Garden of Eustoma

- A physical copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - A PDF copy of the Our Garden of Eden: A Mystic Messenger Fanzine - Digital Merchandise (ZEN & Yoosung phone wallpapers, Casual Route Trio icons) - Physical Merchandise (707 print, Ray sticker sheet, 707 acrylic charm, MC button pin)

Stretch Goals

50 ORDERS REACHED

Washi tape is added to the A Bush of Hydrangeas and A Garden of Eustoma bundles.

100 ORDERS REACHED

A soft enamel pin is added to the A Bush of Hydrangeas and A Garden of Eustoma bundles.

125 ORDERS REACHED

The soft enamel pin is upgraded to have a glitter design.

150 ORDERS REACHED

The soft enamel pin is upgraded to a hard enamel pin.

[mysmecircuszine]

Pre-orders Opening Soon!

Mark your calendars! Pre-orders for the Mysme Circus Zines will open on August 6!

[deijnar]

I don't know how many of you remember but this is about the absolutely amazing Mystic Messenger Circus zine I am very proud to be a part of! If you are interested, don't miss out and follow their account immediately! 🎪🎡

@mysmecircuszine

Pre-orders will open soon and, as you can see, there's a little event/game ahead of us~

[meowlayn-art]

Garden of Eden - a little preview

Guyyyyyyyys I am so excited ! I can finally show you a sneak peek of what I have been working on for the past few months :

a contribution for the Mystic Messenger Fanzine, Garden of Eden !  °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

A big THANK YOU to the lovely @mysmezine​ team for making this super exciting project possible !

Pre-orders should be available in a few weeks, so if you are interested please  follow @mysmezine​ and keep an eye out for updates !

I can’t wait for you to discover the amazing pieces and merch created by the talented illustrators and writers that contributed to this zine !

In the meantime, here is a small preview of my own contribution, involving Saeran Choi...

But can you guess which Saeran it is ?  (¬‿¬ )

[mysticcuisine]

FINAL DAY! 😱

https://mysticcuisine.bigcartel.com

A couple aprons, prints, stickers, bookmarks, charms, recipe cards and digital zines are still left over! 🥰

[kymera-casterwill]

I just recieved my package from @mysticcuisine! I'm so happy! The apron is so cute! And the fanart so beautiful! I love everything is this fanzine! 💙

Thank you everyone who worked on this wonderful project for your hard work 🙏

[the-seraphim-weep]

Wilted: A Dark Saeran Fanzine

The shop is live!

I had so much fun participating in this zine and everyone involved did such lovely work ✨

I also participated in the the 18+ add on 😈🌹

[vandyzine]

⚡ Shipping Update (Apr 4th) ⚡

Dear Agents,  

We're happy to inform you that we've sent out all the copies of Discover- Vanderwood Side Digital Zine to everyone who purchased the Espionage Bundle!  

Please check the email you provided to find it, and make sure to check your spambox too, just in case. If you didn't receive any email from us, please contact us at vandyzine@gmail.com with your order number, we’ll be happy to help!  

Thank you again for your support and stay tuned for updates about our upcoming flash sale for the physical leftovers!

-VZ Agents

[jaeheeandmcfanzine-blog]

Interest Check

Come on in and take a seat, and let the aromas of coffee carry you through this magnificent scene!

Welcome Everyone!

It has come time to announce the opening of the Interest Check for the brand new "11 Days of Coffee and Cake", a Cafe Themed Jaehee x MC Zine!

If you wish to help this new zine grow than please fill out this interest check:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSduwU7UxvbU9UMs5DUKY_P7D_Li-iasAKLk4-Mx0jB6rD8DDw/viewform?usp=sf_link

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

So...what have you been up to Sunny?

Well...

A little something something ;)

I am so thrilled to be able to share a snippet of my piece for the @mysmezine !! Here is the opening of my piece With the Irises, which I have been quietly working on behind the scenes. This was written in collaboration with the INCREDIBLE and wonderful @ricoalatte , who has been an absolute pleasure to work with! Honestly, I can’t wait for you to the art they created, it’s gorgeous.

I can’t tell you how excited I am for this project to all come together. All the contributors have inspired me so so much, and all the Mods work incredibly hard to make this and have been so supportive. Keep your eyes peeled!! The @mysmezine​ blog has been posting contributor highlights, so make sure to have a look and check out everyone’s socials! They are all ridiculously talented, and you might get to see a snippet of their projects too!!

I hope you stick around to see this project unfold. I have a feeling it’ll be something truly special. :)

One more time...

@mysmezine​ !!

(also, HUGE shoutout to @dumpstertrashfire​ for this wonderful graphic!! It’s so BEAUTIFUL I can’t stop looking at it...they are doing a stunning job (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥)

[mysmecircuszine]

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬...

➕ @yusuuna​

➖ @talentlessartblog​

✖️ @elixir4paradise

➗   @amysteriousmessenger​