#mystic messenger luciel

[cordmonochrome]

Heart if u love the choi twins

[sapphireicecream]

7/07 : ) 🛸❤️

[lucystarclub]

Babyboy from my past animation! Agent ~ 7 0 7 E X T R E M E entering the chat in its path to yOuR hEart <3

[just-mysme-headshots]

A Happy Expression Seven, if you want to? The man deserves joy and happiness. ❤️

🌻 ☀️

[brighteststar707]

Seven has (at least) three phones he is using at any given moment. He also has a backup somewhere in a drawer in case one of them goes down.

The first one is his personal phone. It's a smartphone he meddled with to always be able to tell him if it's tapped (similar to the one he gave V once). There are at least two passwords on it and all his friends' information is behind another wall. He takes a lot of steps to keep the people he loves safe. God knows what would happen if his phone fell into the wrong hands.

It has a black and orange case and he has stuck a few stickers on the back (a little gift from the last time him and Yoosung went to the arcade together). Everyone is saved under nicknames and inside jokes, both to annoy them and for anonymity's sake. His lock screen picture is always some new picture of one of his cars. When he's around Jumin, it's almost always a picture of Elizabeth the Third.

It's nearly always close to him. The stickers on one side are slightly faded where his fingers rest on the phone. It stays home when he's on missions, tucked safely in a drawer. He has stumbled home on occasion to hear the little pings of the chatroom notifications coming from the cabinet and he knows that his friends are waiting for him.

The second phone is the phone he uses for work. The only people who contact him on it are his boss and Vanderwood (when he's in the mood to pick up the latter's calls). Neither of their contacts are saved. You can see scratches and scuffs on the back from where he pried up the backing for his security adjustments through the clear case.

It's practically new, the lock screen is the same as when he bought it. There's a long call history of unsaved numbers (no voice messages). No texts, no photos. The location option doesn't seem to work. Any attempts to share locations shows that the phone is in the middle of the Atlantic.

This one also stays at home when he's out on missions, thrown haphazardly down on the desk amongst the mess of getting ready to go.

The third one is a little brick of a phone, nearly indestructible. It comes out of its drawer on days he goes on missions. It is almost always turned off. He has other ways of communicating with Vanderwood when he's out, but this is his 'just in case' phone.

One corner is dented from a nasty fall he took with it once. The SIM card is pay-as-you-go, never used. He dreads the day he will have to actually use it.

[1nkingmywaytouhh]

GUESS WHO CAME OUT OF HIBERNATION!!

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MEEEEE!! :33

I.. Have a deep and horrid history w mystic messenger and i did my yearly relapse as the usual acearo individual does.

Anyway, have the social experiment of a goober in my personas clothes because he is THE "he's so me fr" guy (unfortunately) (ontop of the list since 2020 good lord)

What a textbook definition of comfort and confront character 💞

^^^ GET THIS MAN SHOVED IN A BLENDER NAOW ^^^

[k4txlulzz]

one of the mistakes one can make while analyzing seven's character in his route is take these words of his literally, as they are

(analysis below lolol)

he is an unreliable narrator ! saeran also proves this when he talks about seven being a positive and optimistic person since he was a child aka back when he was saeyoung . this guy's perception of himself is deeply warped so im curious as to why folks believe his rants about himself like he hasn't had a major identity crisis since middle school

again, luciel is a very unreliable narrator. his mind is deeply poisoned by self-hatred and extreme stress, he is unable to analyze himself correctly .

while it is true that 707 was used as a mask, it is still him. if we suggest that it is all a lie(like he said here) we'd have to erase 80% of his personality in the game and it is impossible that seven was literally just straight up lying for all that time because he is genuine in almost all those moments . he's genuine when he cares about mc and gives her a cyber safety advice RANT on the very first call while pranking her, spams the RFA chat whenever bored or burnt out, messes with yoosung or someone else to relieve stress, expresses his love for kitties and making gadgets, gets literal ZOOMIES and loves to use all types of emojis while texting, talks about his interests in memes and fictional media, crossdresses and cosplays for his own enjoyment and, most importantly, points out how nice it feels for mc to understand his humor and silliness when no one else engages in it and makes fun of him instead. you are meant to play along with his quirky, odd side that is 707 or else you get a bad story ending for not making him feel understood. he NEEDS you to get him.

back to the visual novel sequence, what seven REALLY means in this moment is that 707 is not the only part if him. though he rejects it completely because he knows its an aspect of his personality that mc likes(and hes trying to push her away, remember?). when he wishes for mc to accept all of him, he means that he wants her to accept his hurt, scarred side as well. the reason why he says "cold" and "icy" is not because he really is that, it's because he literally needs her to see him as that to no longer try to pursue him

he says "temporary" because while 707 is still him, it wasn't ALWAYS him

[iwantacoolusernameman]

MM in 2024 anyone? 🤔

(They're a bit older but eh- who cares)

[krispmoon]

Vanderwood knows what’s up 😭

[bluesidebun]

Happy birthday to my favorite twins❤️💜

[robbisnotonfire]

this butlers job is to kiss the homies goodnight 🙂‍↕️

[erimeows]

Just A Little Longer

Seven smiles as he sits in his neon green sports car, golden eyes trained on none other than Yoosung Kim. 

The two of them are at a drive in movie. Though Yoosung is enraptured in the plot of the live action LOLOL movie, eating the snacks they snuck in and gazing at the screen with his sparkling violet eyes, Seven couldn’t care less about the showing. Instead, he watches Yoosung, his heart fluttering as he sips on his soda. The other man is wearing Seven’s hoodie, that of which Seven insisted on wrapping around him.

It’s not Seven’s fault that Yoosung decided to wear a t-shirt in the middle of fall. What else was he supposed to do? Let his good friend freeze?

Yoosung is completely distracted, not so much as sparing Seven a glance. Yoosung has been yapping about seeing this movie for months, so Seven wanted to surprise him by taking him to this early showing at the drive in theater. He’s glad that it seems to have paid off. 

Seven pays just enough attention to the movie to engage when Yoosung tries to talk to him about it, but for the most part, he’s focused on Yoosung.

He’s not sure what to do about their… Situation. They’ve known each other for years now, and for all of those years, Yoosung has loved Seven. Seven can just tell. Yoosung radiates love and affection in his reactions to Seven’s jokes, in his constant reminders for Seven to eat healthy, in his constant invitations for them to spend time along together. Yoosung wears his emotions openly, unlike Seven, and it’s something Seven has always admired about him. But, back then, when this first started, he assumed it was a puppy dog crush. They were young and stupid, naive and dumb, only having just met.

Now, they’ve been friends for six years. Things have changed. Mint Eye has been shut down, Yoosung has finished school, Saeran has been living with Seven for years, Yoosung opened his own veterinarian clinic and moved out of his school dorms months ago. Everything is just… Different. Yet, despite both of them having grown up so much, Yoosung hasn’t outgrown his puppy dog crush… Because that’s never what it was. Seven realizes that. Seven realizes that Yoosung is in love with him, and has been since they’ve known each other. Even worse, Seven realizes that he’s in love with Yoosung, too. He always has been.

Before, he had excuses. He didn’t think he deserved someone as innocent as Yoosung. He didn’t want to allow himself to be happy until Saeran was safe. 

Now, he has no excuses. He loves Yoosung and Yoosung loves him. But, how could he say anything about his feelings after all of this time…? 

Slowly but surely, the movie comes to an end. Everyone leaves as the credits roll, but Seven doesn’t bother, knowing that Yoosung wants to stay until the very last second in case there’s any bonus scenes included. Seven doesn’t mind. It’s nice to see Yoosung happy after everything they’ve been through. Eventually, Yoosung finishes his snacks and gets out of the car to throw his trash in the nearby bin. Seven keeps a close eye on him as the last few people in the lot drive onto the near-empty street.

“Well, it’s about that time,” Seven lets out a small whistle before putting his seatbelt back on and turning to Yoosung. “We better get you home! But don’t worry, I’ll take the scenic route.”

Yoosung nods, to which Seven speeds out of the lot. He lets the roof of his convertible down so the wind can blow through their hair. Yoosung lets out a nervous laugh and clutches his seatbelt. Seven takes the long way, avoiding the busy roads with other cars and blasting music he doesn’t really like because he knows it’s Yoosung’s favorite.

“S-Seven, isn’t it dangerous to speed at night like this?”

“Oh, c’mon, you know I’m a good driver! We’ll be fine! Plus, I’m only, like, ten over the limit,” Seven teases while slowing down. As amusing as it is, he doesn’t want to mess with Yoosung and upset him when the night is going so well. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

“Shut up,” Yoosung scolds. The blush that takes over his cheeks glows light pink underneath the moonlight that shines on them. “We should get back soon, I have work tomorrow!”

“Fine, fine! I’ll take you back, ‘kay?” Seven laughs.

With that, Seven drives them back to Yoosung’s home, the upbeat pop pouring from the speakers filling the silence. They pull into Yoosung’s driveway. Seven pauses- he had wanted to tell Yoosung tonight. But Yoosung seems happy, and different, and Seven wonders for a moment if he could be wrong.

Yoosung takes his seatbelt off and glances towards Seven. Seven quickly talks himself out of his previous thoughts- Yoosung’s face is bright red and he’s staring at Seven as if the hacker makes the world spin. The utter love and adoration Yoosung feels for Seven radiates off of him, and briefly, Seven wonders if Yoosung can tell how he feels, too. 

No, there’s no way. Yoosung isn’t nearly so perceptive of others. Someone could send him a love letter and he still wouldn’t get the message. 

“Alright,” Yoosung nods and grabs the door handle to open it so he can exit the car. “I had a lot of fun, Seven. Thanks for taking me.”

Seven wants to say something so, so desperately. But he can’t- at least, he can’t say anything that matters. All he does is make another joke.

“Sure thing! Let’s do it again when LOLOL dies in ten years and they release another shitty live action movie to try to revive it,” He quickly answers with the biggest grin he can muster, even as disappointment courses through his veins.

Why couldn’t he just say something?

“Heh, yeah… Drive safe, okay?”

“No promises!” Seven exclaims with a laugh and a wink. Yoosung averts his eyes and laughs back before turning away and heading to his front door. As soon as Yoosung is out of sight, Seven’s smile falls. “God dammit…”

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Yoosung returns to his home with his heart beating fast, his cheeks bright red, and a huge grin taking over his face. It’s silly, really- he’s an adult now, an adult with a job and a house and responsibilities- yet being with Seven makes him feel like he’s still that young kid he was so many years ago, with so much to be excited about. 

As Yoosung shuts the door behind him, locking it and leaning back against the wooden frame, he hears his phone go off. He pulls the device out of his pocket and slides down to sit on the floor so he can turn it on. The notification bar shows that it’s a text from Seven- probably just to check that he got inside of the house safely, or maybe a meme. Yoosung opens the text with a smile, only for said smile to twist into a frown as soon as he sees the words displayed on his screen.

707: Are you…

707: Still in love with me?

Upon reading the text over again, Yoosung’s racing heart stops. 

Seven knows.

How long has Seven known?

Is this some sort of prank? No, it can’t be. There’s no ridiculous fake proof or emojis sent with the messages. Nothing to indicate that Seven is just shitting around like he normally does.

Yoosung panics and tries to type up a response. At first, he thinks he should play stupid with a simple ‘what’, but then he realizes Seven is smarter than that and backtracks. Should he try to lie? Be honest? Explain everything? Yoosung has no idea. He’s never done anything like this before, let alone with someone as unpredictable as Seven.

Finally, Yoosung manages to send something back.

Yoosung★: Yeah.

Part of him expects to get blocked. Part of him expects for his phone to ring.

Instead, he receives no response at all. Bubbles pop up on the screen to indicate that Seven is typing, only to fade into nothingness, followed by Seven going offline.

Tears well up in Yoosung’s eyes as he thinks about what could’ve given him away. Did he do something tonight to tip Seven off? Was it a text he sent? Maybe one time that their flirting in the chatroom got a little too real? Or has Seven known for a long time? The pleasant blush that warmed his cheeks moments before now feels like a roaring fire, consuming his entire body in a scalding, humiliation-induced heat. 

And then, to make things worse, there’s a knock on the door. Yoosung nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound. He checks the time to see that it’s already past ten.

Who would even come at this time? Agitated, hurt, and confused, Yoosung puts his phone back in the pocket of his hoodie- this stupid ass hoodie Seven insisted on draping over his shoulders, this stupid ass hoodie that smells like cologne. Yoosung pauses. Since when does Seven wear cologne? Hell, why does it matter? 

It does smell nice…

Yoosung shakes his head and opens the door. Surprisingly enough, Seven is the one standing on his porch, pale cheeks as red as his hair and golden eyes trained on Yoosung’s cat-themed welcome mat. 

“I thought you left?” Yoosung questions.

“Uh, no, I was waiting for you to get inside like I always do,” Seven murmurs. Yoosung had no idea Seven did that. To be honest, Yoosung always assumed Seven sped off as soon as he was out of the passenger’s seat. “But then I texted you that and… Well, I never left, so I decided to just come talk to you.”

“Um, here,” Yoosung opens the door wide enough for Seven to come inside. 

Rather than entering the house, however, Seven stays on the porch, twiddling his thumbs. 

“I’m sorry,” The redhead starts. Yoosung winces at that. Honestly, if a rejection is coming like he suspects, he would’ve rather had it happen over text. At least that way, Seven wouldn’t have to see his pathetic post-rejection blubbering. “I’ve, uh, I’ve known for a while… I guess it was messed up to just text you like that instead of telling you when we were hanging out…”

“You really knew all this time?” Yoosung starts. He wishes it weren’t that way- it’s embarrassing to think back on all the times he and Seven have been hanging out, with Yoosung trying so hard to hide his feelings and Seven completely aware. Yoosung prays for a hole to manifest beneath his feet and suck him in, away from this awkward situation. “How could you not say anything!? You just love humiliating me, don’t you? Or is this just another one of your pranks?”

“No, no, Yoosung, it’s-” Seven enters the house at that point, pushing the door closed behind him and stuttering over his words. Yoosung isn’t sure whether to be angry, embarrassed, sad, or… Something else. He has no idea what’s going on, at least not until Seven grabs him by the wrist and drags him in for a hug. “Please believe me when I say that I’m being serious for once, I… I return your feelings. I love you, and I’m not joking about that.”

Yoosung lets out a sigh of relief. Still, he’s baffled. If Seven knew, why wouldn’t he have said anything?

“I’m just- why? Why didn’t you tell me if you knew?”

“I had a lot going on,” Seven explains, and it’s true. Between his childhood, the Prime Minister, Saeran, Mint Eye, and the agency, Seven has had a lot going on in recent years. Though Yoosung is frustrated at the time wasted, he knows full well that Seven wouldn’t have been able to handle a relationship on top of any of that. “But I should’ve told you, I… I mean, I don’t know, I didn’t expect you to hold feelings for me for this long either. I’ve played some pretty mean jokes on you. Not only that, but you’re so successful now, and you’ve lead a happy, normal life. I didn’t think you’d want to be with someone like me, but lately…”

“Seven,” Yoosung pulls away, brow furrowed. “It’s weird that you thought I wouldn’t have loved you before… My feelings for you have always been the same, even when you were struggling, and even now that I’m ‘successful’!”

And Seven’s hugging him again. This time, he embraces Seven in return. He melts into the hug, enjoying the feeling of Seven’s arms wrapped around him tightly, the feeling of one of Seven’s hands gently running over his back. For a moment, it’s quiet again. The silence is only broken by Seven, who says-

“Thank you, Yoosung.”

“It’s late,” Yoosung murmurs. “Why don’t you stay? We can watch another movie. This time, it can be one you actually like instead of LOLOL…”

Seven shakes his head.

“Let’s just stay like this for a little longer.”

And Yoosung smiles.

“Okay. Just a little longer.”

[sapphireicecream]

[lucystarclub]

LISTeN, I had A Vision, alright????

Also couldn’t figure out for the life of me how to put a thumbnail so had to improvise, but enjoy my latest obsessions ✨

[just-mysme-headshots]

H5 for Saeyoung? :D

[brighteststar707]

Summer always feels like Saeyoung to me, probably because I replayed his route almost every year I went on summer holiday.

(coincidence much that these holidays often involved long car rides that lined up nicely with that part of his route? I don't think so)

So, despite my own discomfort in summer, the warm air and sunny days make me think of him. I may not be replaying his route this summer (yet), but he's been in my mind more strongly than ever.

In the spirit of that, and to bring back an old post of mine, here are some more Saeyoung summer headcanons.

Falling in love with Saeyoung (in the summer):

His route takes place in a particularly hot and humid August

Not that you'd know it, having been stuck inside for all that time

Especially towards the end, the apartment starts to feel like its own isolated world

With your feelings developing and Seven's life unravelling, you have barely any time to pay attention to what's happening outside

So imagine when it comes time to leave and you step out into a cheerful sunny day

It feels almost like the world is welcoming you back after nearly ten days of isolation

There is something magic in the air, a sweetness you can almost taste

Your mutual pining has become nearly unbearable, and perhaps it's just the endless blue skies as you drive down open roads but it feels like maybe the two of you will finally get somewhere

Time stretches out in front of you, not in the way it did back in the apartment (a neverending dark corridor) but more like a promise: there will be time to breathe before the future hits you

And the tension! If the apartment was small then the car is absolutely cramped

There are so many opportunities for (not-so) accidental touches to happen - and you bet that they do

Your arm brushing his as you reach around for something in the backseat, his hand accidentally overshooting when reaching for the handbrake and touching your thigh...

It's nearly enough to do you in

Flirting and teasing him in the apartment was one thing, but out here it feels different (in the open, nowhere to hide, sunlight on his face making his eyes sparkle)

For a while you speed down the roads with the windows down and you feel carefree in a way you haven't in a long time

The adrenaline of being on the run and the excitement of being with him on this journey combine into this rush that's heady and dizzying

It seems like even his spirits have been lifted, whether it's because he's out of the apartment or because you're both on the move, you have no way of knowing

You are aware of the fact that something big is coming, you have been warned of the danger of the task you are undertaking

But there has been so much: the bomb, the break in, the secrets that have come out

That you cannot begin to conceive of worse things, cannot bear to linger in anxiety any longer

Seven is here right next to you, more real than anything else - so you choose to focus on that

A few hours in, he pulls into a side road to record his message to the agency (wincing just before pressing the button, trying not to look at you as he speaks, as if he's ashamed of you seeing it)

For your benefit, he has stopped by the sea, and you watch the waves roaring in and washing out as he talks, picking up the way his inflection has changed (the very real threat that sits right under the brightness of his voice), sun hot on your cheeks in the absence of the car AC

The roof is down and there's a slight breeze drifting through the car (if you try, you can just about pick up the scent of the sea: brine and salt and the endless open)

Yet, you find yourself craving having him close again

The second the recording ends, he turns back to you (and the malice is gone, he's all sunlight and perhaps some trepidation)

You reach your hand out to him almost by instinct and he holds it tightly

There is a moment, just a second that passes between you that is silent and all you can hear are the distant waves and the beating of your own heart and you know something bigger is coming

When he tells you his name, it is like it has been there on the tip of your tongue the whole time

The first time you say it back to him, it comes out as tender as a term of endearment (Saeyoung like Love)

And he must hear it to, because before it can sink in truly, he is leaning down closer to you and kissing you, hard

It's not like the first time (soft kisses between nervous laughter and hesitant hands)

It's hot and hungry and sure and you don't know if the roaring in your ears is the sea or just your own exhiliration

By the time he is back in the car next to you, his cheeks are a burning red and he is hurriedly putting the car hood back up - he is muttering that the heat is getting to him

And then you drive on, changed

The little cabin he finds you is incredibly hot and stuffy

Even though the sun is going down, you have to prop open all the windows in an attempt to get some air in

He eventually gets an old dusty fan working and as night approaches it cools off marginally

However it does nothing to cool you off later in the night

Sticky and breathless and the heat between your bodies inevitable, the hours that night linger, thick like honey

You wouldn't have it any other way

You still don't know what gift it was that allowed that day to stretch on for as long as it did, but you are grateful for it regardless

Later on, knowing everything that happens, you will think back on that time differently, the whole thing coloured with a tinge of horror that you could never have anticipated

But some part of summer will always taste like adrenaline and the dizzying thrill of falling in love

And that is worth so much more