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I finished the set of V emoji’s I wanted to do!!! The one of V crying is just because I like to see my favs in pain.

707 Defender of Justice!!! I love this boy so much~

I got sooo tired of working on this, so please excuse my mistakes! m(_ _)m I honestly tried to give him his striped glasses but it ended up looking rather odd when it’s black and white like this, so he’s got a pair of different glasses.

Y’all can use this as your icon or whatever just please leave me credit somewhere, thank you!

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((Okay, So I’m doing a MC that has really bad vision, and so they take her to the eye doctor and get her her first pair of glasses))

Yoosung

  • MC was always squinting, and Yoosung was somewhat concerned
  • She was always asking him what signs said, and he was rather worried when she said that the world was quite blurry
  • After a lot of convincing, Yoosung managed to get MC to go to the ophthalmologist
  • “I don’t know why you didn’t come in sooner miss MC. You are very nearsighted”
  • They asked her to go and pick out some frames.
  • She was really worried because she couldn’t see any of the frames without them already being on her face and two inches from a mirror
  • “Yoosung…can you pick out some glasses for me?”
  • Yoosung brought over several frames, and MC put them on one by one and Yoosung either said keep or never mind
  • Eventually, he found the perfect pair. It made her beautiful eyes stand out and he loved the color on her. They were turquoise frames with purple arms and the metal on the frames made her bright eyes that much brighter
  • About a week later, the glasses came in and MC went with Yoosung to the eye doctor’s clinic together
  • She put them on, and for the first time, she could clearly see Yoosung and his beautiful purple eyes and adorable smile. He had the most wonderful hair, and MC smiled brightly
  • The world was no longer a blur, and she ran over to the mirror to see what she looked like
  • The glasses were very thin, yet cute, and they really brought out her eyes and framed her face
  • “Yoosung! I can see again!”

Zen

  • MC was trying to help Zen rehearse for his upcoming play
  • But she kept messing up the lines, and holding the paper out an arms length away
  • And she was still unable to see the stupid small print
  • So Zen, who was worried, told her to go to the eye doctor. 
  • Apparently she was far sighted, and the ophthalmologist wasn’t sure how she was able to text at all
  • Apparently she had a text to voice program
  • MC went to go pick glasses, and after looking for a moment, she chose some rectangular black frames. Just the right amount of cute and attractiveness.
  • A week later, she went in and the frames were all ready
  • She put them on and went home to surprise Zen (Don’t worry she took public transportation)
  • When he got home he was stunned
  • She was gorgeous, not that she wasn’t before, but something about the glasses just made her that much more attractive
  • “Wow, Zen! You’re so …pretty! I wanna play with your hair!”

Jaehee

  • MC kept running into the edge of tables and things, and Jaehee became very concerned
  • So she dragged MC to the eye doctor 
  • MC started crying, and admitted that she didn’t want glasses because she was afraid of people making fun of her
  • “People will not make fun of you. I will make sure of that”
  • They ended up going in together, because MC was scared to go alone
  • When MC was told to choose her frames, she freaked out because there were so many options
  • They eventually settled on a pair of frames that looked suspiciously like the faux glasses that Jaehee wore
  • Jaehee made sure to wear her glasses when they went to go get them
  • “OMG you two are twins! That’s so cute!” The eye care assistant said as they gave MC her glasses
  • MC put them on and Jaehee took a selfie of the two of them just to prove to MC that they were adorable and they deserved the world
  • “Wow…we do look like twins Jaehee!”

Jumin

  • When MC couldn’t distinguish between Elizabeth 3rd and a pillow, Jumin knew that MC needed glasses
  • He actually brought the ophthalmologist to MC
  • She actually fainted when she saw Doc Lee
  • So he brought in another ophthalmologist in to see her
  • This one was much less scary and MC was more willing to work with them. 
  • She ended up needing pretty thick glasses, and she started to cry. 
  • Jumin soothes her telling her that she will look beautiful with glasses, and if she didn’t want them, she could get contacts.
  • She ended up getting brown oval frames, and they looked adorable on her
  • Jumin showered her with praise and told her how beautiful she looked
  • Now he’s starting an aesthetic glasses project for cats
  • Run Jaehee run
  • As soon as they got home to the penthouse, MC ran to the window and gazed out at the beautiful scenery
  • “Jumin! It’s so beautiful! Come look!”

Saeyoung

  • MC was always on the computer, and she seemed to be having a harder time seeing the screen than normal
  • Saeyoung tried to lend MC a pair of his glasses, but that didn’t help either. 
  • Saeyoung knew that she needed glasses though
  • So they went to the eye doctor to get her glasses
  • Apparently, she needs glasses badly, because she was very nearsighted
  • So the glasses were going to be rather thick
  • So she decided to get awesome frames like Seven’s
  • They were a pastel pink with what looked to be a brown print inside of the plastic. They were rather large and round, but MC loved them
  • Both of them now had cute glasses and neither could see anything without them
  • “Oh look, I can see more than a tomato now!”

V

  • V…um…how do I put this…he’s blind too
  • So he couldn’t tell that MC was losing her sight
  • Until one day Jumin brought her home after Driver Kim almost hit her because she couldn’t see the car clearly
  • They went to the eye doctors, and V heavily reconsidered the eye surgery 
  • He ended up calling Jumin to ask him to set him up with the ophthalmologist while MC got her eyes checked
  • She wasn’t quite as blind as V, but pretty damn close
  • She ended up getting harry-potter-like glasses
  • They looked really cute on her, like really good. 
  • A week later, V had an appointment for surgery on his eyes, and MC got her new glasses
  • “V I can see again! The sky is so pretty, wouldn’t you agree?”

Saeran

  • Saeran could tell right away that she needed glasses
  • She squinted at everything and it made her look like she was angry at the world
  • So he dragged her to the eye doctor
  • She really didn’t want glasses for some reason
  • “Why do you not want glasses.. You obviously need them.”
  • “Because I’m going to be teased again”
  • Apparently, MC used to wear glasses, but stopped when people started calling her names
  • Saeran told her that if she wanted she could get contacts like him and if anyone teased her they were going to get decked
  • He led her in, and he saw the cutest pair of glasses. 
  • They were black on the arms, and had a wire frame around the rims. 
  • He had her try them on and she just looked so cute
  • She got them a week later and she just looked adorable in them, even though she didn’t think so
  • He decided to convince her by bringing her on the roof to watch the sun set
  • “Wow. it’s so vibrant and colorful. Thank you Saeran. Maybe glasses won’t be horrible after all”
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This time two kind of expressions x’’’ Because Zen is always so cute and I’m in trouble with this “creepy” series of portrait ^^’’’ 
Which one do u prefer? “I’ll delete the other one probably x’D”

AH PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ON OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION OR DELETE MY CREDIT ;; 
I’m still a little artist and I need a visible support from the fan, if I have any… >>’’’

Ivy represents healing, fidelity, and strong affectionate attachment, such as wedded love and friendship.  

Jaehee + Ivy :D

The Mystic Messenger MCs with different body types/how I imagine them, since they looked too ‘animu generic’ (especially mc1)

The partners I personally headcanon for them are: mc1x707, mc2xJumin, mc3xYoosung, mc4xZen/Jaehee

At the party
  • V: Luciel, are you here?
  • Seven: *raises hand*
  • V: Didn't recognize you with your hair styled. Yoosung, are you here?
  • Yoosung: *raises hand*
  • V: Ah. I didn't recognize you with your mouth shut.
*rollerskates into my 8,000th fandom with sunglasses and a Capri sun* "sup y'all heard of hurt/comfort"

Listen,,, this was supposed to be just some emergency fluff to counteract some angsty magic in the group chat, but I GOT EMOTIONAL SO HERE HAVE THIS,, MONSTROSITY,,,
Logiciety cuddles
@velocifoxy @killerfangirl3
@prinxietytrash @romanass @dan-yuna @deafinatelyfangirling
Anxiety didn’t like asking for help. Scratch that, it wasn’t just that he didn’t like it. It wasn’t possible. He was… anxiety. Relying on others wasn’t a thing he did. Anytime he felt brave enough to try, it was like the words crawled back down his throat.
/I should be able to handle this on my own/ he thought. /Involving other people would just get us both hurt/. So if he had to cry himself to sleep clinging to a pillow, fine. That was his problem.
That being said, sometimes he’d find himself wandering into a shared space, dreading and hoping to find someone there. It usually didn’t go well… sometimes the other sides were… talky. As soon as someone asked him if he was ok, if he needed anything, how he was, he would give a half-assed excuse to leave as soon as possible. To be fair, it was usually just making a face and walking out of a room, but hey, whatever works, right? But today was different.
Logan was the only other side in the room. Besides a quick look when anxiety entered the room, he barely stopped reading his book. Since the last video Thomas had put out, the two were at what could only be described as a fragile truce. Despite Logan saying, out loud, that he didn’t mind the company, it took anxiety a minute to walk over and sit on the arm of the couch opposite him. If Logan minded, he didn’t show it. Anxiety took a deep breath, and moved on to the actual couch. It was weird, sitting on actual furniture, but it was weirder being next to Logan.
Anxiety, generally speaking, didn’t like people. Especially not in his personal space. So his motives for wanting to be close to someone were… beyond him, but he couldn’t help feeling an ache in his chest whenever someone brushed past him. He knew they were scared of him. They should be. They should want to avoid him. He should /want/ them to want to avoid him. But he couldn’t help it. So he swallowed his pride.
“Hey… Logan?” His voice sounded weak and tiny in his throat. Logan looked up over his glasses “mm?” Anxiety braced himself, but Logan didn’t look scared, or annoyed, he just looked… calm. Like this was normal. Like this was ok.
“…could you read to me?” Logan blinked.
“I’m sorry?” Shit. Shitshitshit. “It’s nothing, man, don’t worry about it-”
“wait.” Anxiety stared at the hand on his wrist. He had gotten up. Things got bad, he bailed. It’s what he did. Logan wasn’t holding him there, or tugging him back down. He was acting like anxiety was a scared animal, giving him the space to make the first move. He sat back down on the couch. Logans hand didn’t leave his wrist. Anxiety kept staring at it, like it was about to disappear. He stayed like that till Logan started talking.
“From the point of view of history, of reason, and of truth, monasticism is..” He let the words fade into background noise, drowning out his fear. Logans face was hidden behind the pages, but his voice stuttered when anxiety twisted their fingers together, but he kept reading, so anxiety leaned in further. /it’s just an experiment/ he told himself. /see how far he’d let me go./ he pillowed his head on Logan’s chest. He could hear his breathing. He could hear his heart. Logan didn’t break his reading, but he wrapped an arm around the other sides shoulders, pulling him closer. Anxiety felt broken. Something fragile and achey had cracked in his chest, but it didn’t hurt.
He didn’t know he was crying until Logan stopped reading to swipe a thumb under his eye. He tried to wipe his face on his sleeve. “…sorry, I-” “Hey. It’s alright. Do you want me to keep reading?” His voice sounded softer than any time anxiety had heard it before. He didn’t need soft things. He didn’t need help. He should say no.
“…Yes.”