#☾⋆vivienne⋆☽

[kingovharts]

I want to see more Oblivious!MC and RO.

Someone is actively flirting with the MC right in front of the RO. A person touches their arms, shoulders and MC thinks they're just friendly. Even the expression on the face of the MC says, "Oh yes, this will be the beginning of a good friendship."

What will they do?

I was laughing for like an hour when I first saw this because that kind of a dumbass is me. :D <3

Anyway, I will try my best to not disappoint my fellow oblivious MCs!

As always, under the cut because I love getting carried away. ^_^

Yudai Sakaguchi: Too dumbfounded to speak. :O

Yudai was strolling around the park with his beloved pet dog when he saw you talking to someone. Talking might be an understatement—why are they standing so close to you?

Concerned you might need help fending off someone annoying, Yudai walked towards you. To his surprise, he saw you animatedly responding to the person's lame attempt at flirting.

"What's happening? Is MC interested in someone else?" Yudai thought, feeling a pang of fear.

"MC, who are they?" Yudai couldn't help but wonder. It was his first time seeing that person.

"Oh, hello there, Yu! This is James, and we're just talking about stuff," he heard you say.

"What stuff?" Yudai asked, unable to hold back his curiosity.

"They wanted to invite me to watch a movie with them, but I don't think my dad would agree. So instead, I suggested we exchange phone numbers to talk about the movie!" Yudai stared at you, his mouth slightly open in shock.

"And you're okay with it?" Yudai asked after recovering from his initial shock.

"Yeah, I think they want to be friends with me. So, I agreed." Yudai couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Friends? Do friends touch and bump your shoulders repeatedly? Do friends want to spend all day alone with you?" Yudai couldn't help but refute.

"I mean… that's what we also do… I thought we were friends…"

"…"

Yudai stood there, speechless, not knowing how to respond to that statement.

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Vivienne Ramos: Too concerned about you being taken advantage of.

Vivienne is sitting on the sofa in your living room, waiting for your father to arrive. He summoned her here, but she doesn't know why.

As she patiently waits in the spacious living room, she hears you talking on the phone with someone. She can't understand the context of your conversation, but your enthusiasm makes it clear that you are genuinely enjoying the chat.

When you finally say goodbye to the person on the other end of the line, Vivienne looks away. Yet, she can't help but ask, "Who was that?"

"Oh, hello Viv, I didn't notice you there. That was Jenna. They invited me to go to an amusement park, just the two of us! Do you think my dad will let me go with them?"

Vivienne stares at you, her brows furrowed, and asks in a more serious tone, "Why?"

"I think they want to be friends with me! They were smiling at me the whole time when we first met. And oh! They also said my hands are pretty after holding them. They're full of compliments." You sound excited, but Vivienne's mood grows sour.

"MC, they were flirting with you. It's unlikely that someone you just met would invite you to an amusement park alone. They are interested in you," Vivienne says. She is about to say more when she notices the downcast look on your face.

"I'm sorry, MC. I'm just afraid they might be taking advantage of your kindness."

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Héctor Alonso: Will be too worried if this will be a normal occurrence.

Héctor was with you when the two of you went to the mall to shop for new clothes. It was supposed to be a quick trip until a certain someone decided to make you stay a little longer.

Héctor watched silently from the side. He saw that the stranger was being way too comfortable touching your shoulders, as if you had been friends for a long time.

He knew they were clearly flirting. But by the look on your face, it was obvious you genuinely thought they just wanted to be friends.

Héctor shook his head and decided it was time to go. There should be a fine line between being oblivious and naïve, after all.

“MC, let’s go. Your father is waiting.”

“But…” Héctor heard the hesitation in your voice.

“They’re not trying to be friends with you. They were flirting. So let’s not waste time and go.”

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Matyáš Dvořák: Bro is whipped.

Matyáš was busy transcribing records when he saw you talking to someone.

Even with your hushed voices, it was as clear as day that you were excited. About what? He didn’t know.

He was about to shrug it off when he suddenly saw the person casually putting their arm around you. The worst part was that you didn’t seem bothered by it.

His brows furrowed further when he saw the person touching your hands, and again, you weren’t disturbed by it.

Matyáš was torn between letting it go since you didn’t look uncomfortable and disrupting whatever conversation you were having with that person. It seemed his mind decided on the latter.

“MC,” Matyáš called, not too loudly, mindful that they were still in the archives room. He saw you look up from your seat.

“Hello Mattie, I’ve made a new friend here.” He looked at the other person and examined them. There was a smug look on their face.

“What did they tell you?” he asked.

“Oh, they told me there’s a beautiful garden somewhere in the Pantheon. They said they know where it is and invited me to go.” The sirens in Matyáš's mind blared loudly.

“And you agreed?” He was hoping you’d say no.

“Yes. I want to see it. I know you love plants, so maybe I’ll go with you next time.”

Matyáš fell silent after hearing your words.

“They’ve thought of me,” he thought, smiling inwardly.

“I understand, MC. However, you have to bring your familiar with you. It’s unwise to go somewhere without them. Just promise me that.”

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Genevieve: Uncharacteristically of her, she would stop the person before they made the attempt. How did she know? Only Genevieve knows.

You saw someone waving at you and walking towards you. Before the person could even get close, Genevieve appeared out of nowhere and blocked them.

You turned your head to look at her and noticed that her usual bright expression was replaced by a serious one.

"Is she mad?" you thought to yourself.

"MC, they will try to flirt with you and invite you somewhere alone. They are interested in you, but not in the way you think. It's best to be careful about whom you interact with. Despite being a place for supposedly divine beings, this place is not full of good individuals. I hope you remember that," Genevieve said as she ushered you away from the person.

You couldn't help but nod at Genevieve's words.

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A Wadia: They will be straightforward in telling you what the other person’s trying to do.

You were eating in the dining hall with Amala/Amrit, talking about people who believe the Earth is flat. Just before you both became engrossed in your conversation, someone cleared their throat and asked if they could sit beside you.

You agreed, of course, but it seemed your companion didn't, judging by the way they looked at the newcomer.

The three of you got comfortable and started getting to know each other. You thought you might have made a new friend. After staying silent for quite some time, Amala/Amrit finally spoke up.

"MC, they were flirting with you. When they first sat down, they were about five inches away from you. But now, look—both of your shoulders are touching. And let’s not pretend we didn't see them hold your hand! And last but not least, they even invited you to go somewhere, who knows where, alone. A-L-O-N-E!"

[wanderingpages]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾Gentle Sins AU☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Are you going to help me take my clothes off too?” I meant it to sound teasing – I wanted to show him I could play his game too – but I was breathless, I was buzzing with anticipation.

“You know it wouldn’t end there, Jude,” he gave me a wry look. “It's a shame,” he rose and ruffled my hair, “It's a shame you’re my sister,” he murmured, needlessly reminding me. “Because that was some damn fine pussy, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Jude and Cardan do things step-siblings shouldn't do.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Allusions to Drugs/Alcohol, Debauching Catholicism/Religious Metaphors, Taboo Sex.

@headcannonxgalore, for being super open minded and cheering me on lol

Jude's POV

I invited my roommate, Vivienne, to come with me to the party. She’s as old as Cardan but her leap year turned to three years instead, so she’s a freshman just like me.

“You got invited? How?” she gasps. Still, she waits for no response, already sorting through her clothes. She rakes her fingers through her short blonde hair as she pulls out different outfits, holding them against her tall lanky figure, then squinting an eye and holding it out to me. My breasts would spill out of anything she owns, so I let her know I do actually own clothes sexy enough to attend a party. 

Vivian shrugs, and sits on the floor cross legged. “I mean, would it really be that bad to show some tits here and there?”

I stick my tongue out at her, and show her the slinky dress that I have, in a sage green that makes my eyes look more hazel than they actually are. It looks like a two-piece, like a thick bandeau and a high waisted body con skirt, but it’s connected together at one side. “I used to sneak out of the house pretty late,” I reveal to her. “Sneakers though – had to climb up to my roof to get back into my bedroom.” We share a look, Vivienne, pulls her lips between her teeth, and we last all but two seconds before we both burst into laughter picturing my ascent to my window. Madoc was a strict father in places it counted, I guess. Usually, he’d be okay with what I did as long as my grades were better than average, but he always drew the line at curfew.

“Well, you can’t wear those runners,” she points to the old and decrepit looking pair of Adidas I used for track. I guess I liked it enough in high school to pursue it here, too. It only counted as one credit despite the pain I put my body through more than three times a week, but it was the only thing that I could do without Cardan ruining it somehow. When I’m running, I’m focusing on breathing and not dying. My thoughts are far away from my stepbrother kissing me. “Here,” Vivienne says, crawling towards her bed braced against the wall opposite mine. She pulls out very pristine looking white Air Force 1s and gives them to me. I'm surprised she trusts me enough with them but I take them gratefully. “Of course, only if I get to wear that gold necklace you got last week.” I think it’s a fair trade. I'm putting on mascara when she brings up the topic again, “You never did tell me how you got an invite.”

“My…brother,” I test the word out. It’s so foreign, it tastes rancid in my mouth. When I say it again, in front of the lookout guy at the door of the frat house, he gives me a once over, albeit more slowly than I think it should have been, pausing by the curve of my hips and practically salivating by my breasts. 

“Cardan Greenbriar?” He asks, for the umpteenth time within a minute. He has a baseball cap on and when he takes it off to fix his copper red curls, he adds on, “Your brother?” he leans against the rail of the steps we’re all currently standing on. I'm two steps below him, as if his build wasn’t imposing enough, he’s much taller than he should be at the moment.

To the side of us,Vivienne tilts her head, a confused expression etched onto her face. I was hoping she wouldn’t question it – and she hadn't when I told her earlier. “I guess, I did think Cardan was an only child.”

“My stepbrother,” I grit out. Cardan had told me to give them his name, but apparently, I’m not the only one who claims to know him. Maybe this had been his form of torture. Let me embarrass myself in front of his friends and roommates. He’ll laugh about it later, with them. “That girl? Never met her.” I let out a sigh, and maybe the lookout takes pity on me, because he smiles all foxlike and places an arm over my shoulder. I hate how it feels, more than when Cardan does it, except, I don’t really think I ever minded when Cardan’s done it.

“Alright sweet thing,” this guy tells me and I want to punt kick him in the balls for it. I reach for Vivienne, grabbing her hand when he seems to be leading me inside. It’s a lot brighter than I expected a frat party to be but the massive amounts of people in here makes up for it. Red solo cups everywhere I look, and scattered around are empty Jell-o shot containers, too. It smells like beer and weed, though I know the athletes here take their bodies very seriously, so when this guy still holding me under his arm, pauses our gait to take a hit from someone, I know he’s not one of them. The music is more bass than anything else, I can hardly hear myself think, but maybe that’s not a bad thing tonight. “Can I get you a drink?” my new companion asks me.

“I’m driving,” I lie. Vivienne and I walked here. Like hell I'm trusting anything from his hands.

He looks towards my roommate, same question in his raised brow. She opens the bag that hangs across her shoulder and shows him a bedazzled flask. “Already on a buzz,” she also lies. She hasn’t pulled that thing out all night. I’m sure it’s empty.

“I’m Locke, by the way,” he tells us, no he tells me. I try to shake his arm off but he’s like iron resting on my shoulders. He turns us towards an arching passageway, the living room, I guess, and I spot Cardan, on the couch. His chin is resting on the shoulder of the girl in his lap. She has pretty hair that seems to shift from blue to green depending on the lighting. She’s all limbs and legs, amber colored skin and a model-like stature – not at all like Taryn who was the last person I’d seen Cardan with. He glances towards us and Locke says, “Little miss, here, says she’s your sister?”

Someone snorts, “That’s a new one.” I frown and start to feel embarrassed. My fingers flex nervously, so I wring them together, aware when his dark eyes follow the movement. He’s going to dismiss me, the thought occurs. He’s going to bully me like he said only he was allowed to.

He tilts his head and I don’t know if it tickles her or if she’s laughing at my expense when the blue haired girl begins to giggle. She has a cropped top on, and I only notice because the entirety of Cardan’s hand span across her stomach, the edge of his pointer finger is teasing at the hem of the shirt. I can’t look away from that hand, thinking about it around his mother’s bridesmaid’s neck, maybe around Taryn’s neck too, my neck and every other girl I’ve seen him with. I take a deep breath and it feels like everyone notices; everyone can tell I want that hand on my hips, everyone can tell I’m imagining him holding on to me, at my mercy, while my hand wraps around his neck. I want him to say my name, “Jude,” like a prayer, begging – for what? Me to stop or keep going? I blink when I realize he had said my name. Just more drawled out, like my little cousin, Oak, likes to do. “Juuuuude.”

“Yeah,” Cardan continues, high or drunk, but not sober. He gives me a look that makes me think I had played my cards wrong in calling him my brother tonight. Still, how would the other option have looked with his current position? He’s already confused me enough as it was; I didn’t want to add other people into the mix. “My baby sister,” he coos in jest, making me feel uneasy. “Come here,” he tells me, and despite myself, I gladly pull away from under Locke and tug Vivienne with me. I rub at my skin where it still feels like there’s a weight over me. Cardan holds out a hand and without thinking I take it. He pulls me down next to him, keeping his other hand steady on the girl. I almost topple but manage to turn at the right moment, so my butt lands on the seat. Vivienne had let go of my hand. I’m caught off guard when she decides to walk past me, patting my shoulder while she calls out, “Heather? Is that you?”

“You’re just in time for a game,” Cardan teases me, resting his cheek on the girl’s shoulder now so he can look at me. He squeezes my fingers and I wiggle them free of his grasp. He takes me in, never quite seeing me like this. At the wedding it was all soft makeup and tied up hair. Today, there’s glitter on my eyelids, sharp wings accentuating the shape of my eyes, a gold glimmer on my cheeks that catches in the light, and lips so red that he holds his gaze there for a moment too long. The girl tilts her head to look at me, too, to give me a much quicker perusal than Locke had done at the door.

Her eyes narrow. “You don’t look alike,” she comments.

“Do we have to, Nicasia?” is the non-answer Cardan gives instead of letting me tell them we aren’t related. He waves his hand in dismissal, and someone decides on the game we’re playing. It’s a drinking game, but my driving excuse still upholds, so the gamemaster passes me a bottle of water instead. I’m so aware of Cardan’s eyes on us as our fingers brush. I ignore him and look up instead, catching mirth in pretty hazel eyes only partially obscured by sandy blonde hair. He’s lean and tall and I think he’s aware how handsome he is too.

“Thanks,” I tell him, smiling, because I think he’s cute and I don’t feel the weight of the world in the pit of my stomach when he smiles back.

Somehow, as the game progressed, I had moved closer to Cardan, because I don’t remember his thighs touching mine before. Nicasia had moved to sit on the floor, between Cardan’s legs, opting to rest her cheek on him this time. I take a few sips here and there but it’s when someone says, “Never have I ever kissed someone in this room,” do I hesitate. I don’t know anyone here but Cardan, and they all know that. Cardan leans back, shifting to brace slightly on the arm of the couch. He takes a big gulp, and people laugh at that. It doesn’t seem like it, but I know he’s waiting for me.

I take a sip of the water, a foreboding feeling passing over me, thinking back at the reception. We did a little more than kissing that night. His fingers traced over parts of me even the sun hadn’t yet touched. Thunder had masked cries I couldn’t hold back and lightning had made him look like a luminous god. I cross my legs, embarrassed and something more.

“Wait…” Locke is the only one who’s realized something. I can see gears turning in his head. “Jude, who do you know here – besides your brother.” He says the word like a taunt. Even Nicasia twists her head to look at me with inquisitive eyes.

I’m so startled that I hardly move. I force my limbs to relax and my stature to resume a normal state, and then, I think I’ve found a way out. “Vivienne,” I smile and nod my head to the girl everyone’s seen me walk in with. She is technically in the room, though standing near a mantle talking to someone named Liliver who I know from a class or two. My roommate whips her head at me when she hears her name. My eyes widen at her, trying to convey my situation silently. Not missing a beat, she kisses her fingers then blows it my way before returning to her conversation. Next to me, Cardan is chuckling silently.

It’s around an hour later when I feel like I’m aimlessly wandering around the house. I lost Vivienne, I lost Cardan, and I even lost Locke. The lights have been dimmed sometime earlier, and green and red strobe lights scatter around like neon stars. The music has gotten better, the crowd more relaxed and talkative. I talk with a few faces I recognize until I feel tired.

I take a seat on the staircase, resting my elbows on the steps above me. I lean back, staring up at the ceiling, counting the shifting lights until my eyes cross. I feel someone take a seat next to me and I lazily turn my head to my new acquaintance. It’s the gamemaster – Ghost, as others had called him. He smiles and it impresses the butterflies within me. It's pleasant, I think again, not unnerving like it is with Cardan. “Can I sit?” I raise my brows, as if to tell him he’s already sitting and his lip twitches. “Right. I’m Ghost, by the way.”

He holds his hand out. “Jude,” I tell him, shaking his hand with a laugh.

“Trust me, everyone knows.” My confusion must be evident because he explains, “You’re Greenbriar’s sister.”

“Stepsister,” I breathe out from my cheeks, annoyed that everyone leaves that part out.

He nods his head, “Sure. Can I get you a drink?” This time, I say yes and wait for him to leave and come back with a red cup. I take a sip, and it's so sweet, I can’t even taste the alcohol. A very dangerous drink to have at a frat party. But I drink it a few more times. We chat idly about classes and plans after the semester. I’m not too sure if he’s actually listening to anything I’m saying, but it’s fine , because his words are just a soft buzz in my ears.

I lean closer to him, touching our shoulders. Then, I ask what I think he wants to hear. “Do you want to come upstairs with me?” he smiles, grabbing my cup and placing it on the banister. He gets up first and takes hold of my hands. I find myself giggling, even when he kisses me in the hallway. I can’t help but laugh into his lips, can’t help it when he nips at my neck, then kisses at the sting, and then he’s shutting me up when he squeezes at the pointed tips of my breasts through the cotton of my shirt. My bra is all  lace, so I feel everything he does to me through the thin fabric. It’s different from that night with Cardan, and the way he touched me. He was doing everything in his power back then, to hurt me so deliciously. Ghost is teasing and soft, but so efficient. Still, when heat pools between my legs, I can’t help but wonder if it’s because of who I’m thinking about or if it’s because Ghost knows how to work my body better than I was expecting.

“Ah,” I breathe, holding on to his neck. His hand squeezes my breasts, lips skimming over mine, sharing my breath, my lust, my feverish desire for more. He kisses me again, tongue delving into my mouth, caressing mine, swallowing my moans. We stumble into an open room, and he walks me backwards. I’m unsure if the door is locked behind us but I don’t quite care much. We trip and fall, and he’s on top of me, hand holding the back of my head but otherwise indifferent, unbothered, licking and biting me down my chin, my neck, my shoulder. He pushes at the top of my dress, guiding my bra up as well. My breasts feel relief when he licks and squeezes them.

“Ghost!” my knees hike up and he settles between my legs, bunching my skirt up. My back arches, and my eyes roll. I twist my head, my hand holding on to his tresses, holding him down when he sucks on my nipple. I cry out when his teeth sink into me, and when my eyes shoot open, I say “Oh fuck!” Ghost is unaware of my turmoil, unaware that I see my stepbrother is upright in a bed, sitting crossway, leaning against the wall. The little light casting into the room from the window, shows me he’s not alone. Nicasia is kneeling on the bed beside him, her lips encasing his hard cock. My mouth parts ready to tell Ghost, but nothing escapes me except for another guttural moan. Cardan shifts and leans back on his elbow, still having a perfect view of me, but now giving Nicasia space to twist her head to look at me, too. The blue haired girl gives me a wink as she licks from the base all the way up. Her hand around him strokes slowly and her tongue flicks against the tip. His hand is between her legs, up her skirt from behind, no doubt fingering her with the way his wrist moves.

“Ahh,” I cry out again when I unconsciously move my hip upward, my throbbing clit making contact with Ghost’s pelvis. My stomach tightens and feels almost unbearable.

Ghost lifts his head and I could cry at the loss of contact. “Don’t stop,” I beg in a breath, “Please…please…” he smiles lazily at me, reaching up for a kiss as his hand moves between my thighs and over my panties. “Don’t stop,” I repeat in a daze, to Ghost, to Nicasia, to Cardan – I don’t know.

Ghost’s breath is by my ears, and he whispers, “Sweet little Jude.” His finger works harder and faster until he delves into the cotton and slowly bathes my pussy in my own wetness. “Do you want them to watch,” he asks me and I grip him tightly when a finger enters me. How long had he known, I wonder, that we weren’t alone in this room. “Do you want your brother to watch me taste your come?” His soft words are for just him and I. I hear Cardan groan, hear Nicasia whimper. My cheeks flare red – annoyed, horny.

“Yes…” I whimper when he removes his finger and licks it. I want him to know, want Cardan to know, since the last time we’ve kissed, I’ve learned a thing or two.

“Say ‘please,’ Jude, and make it as sweet as your tight little cunt.” I’m practically convulsing beneath him.

“Please, Ghost,” I manage, breath catching, “Pretty please,” I mumble. I hear deep breathing, I don’t know who it’s from, but it's seeping into my skin, short-circuiting my brain.

Ghost tilts my head to the side, towards Cardan and Nicasia. “Are you watching?” he whispers. I am. I watch her throat him deep, watch him push her skirt all the way up, watch as he grabs her ass tightly, then gives it rough smack. My body jumps on contact. Ghost tugs my underwear down, lifts a leg then the other, then discards it somewhere behind him.

“Christ,” Cardan mutters. His hand is on Nicasia’s head, holding her hair back, guiding her bobbing head up and down. His eyes are lidded but I know he’s watching me. He grins when I scream, when my knees lift and only the tips of my toes touch the ground, when Ghost has his tongue lapping at my flesh. He loops an arm around my thigh, pressing me down by a hip. His other hand reaches down, beyond me and into his jeans. He must have got them undone because I feel him starting to pump himself.  His nose touches my clit, rubbing against it painfully softly. My knees shake and it hurts to breathe. He licks me like there’s a prize inside of me, tongue probing into me, the rough pad increasing the friction everywhere he mouths. He eats me out like how he kisses me. Deep and tantalizing.

“Ah – ah! Cardan!” I hear Nicasia scream. I hear how wet she is, how fast he’s fingering her. She’s making these whimpering noises and I feel it right where Ghost is sucking on me, teasing my clit between his teeth. My stomach clenches, I think I’m so close that my vision starts to shake. Gray spots dance across my eyes. I grip Ghost’s hair, lifting my hips to grind myself onto his tongue. He chuckles at my enthusiasm and the vibrations are what tip me over the edge. He pulls away and my legs clamp shut, body turning to the side as if to hold all the shutters in. I cry out, at how intense my orgasm is, how it overtakes my entire body.

My chest is heaving by the time it’s all over, and I turn to my back, shaking and spent. I watch through tired eyes as Ghost strokes his dick, thumbing the head almost harshly. He hisses and breathes deep.

“Open your mouth,” It’s Cardan who says it. To me. Nicasia is laying on his lap now, face covered in his come. I was so taken with my own orgasm, I missed his.

I open my mouth slowly, like he asked, and turn back to Ghost like an invitation. He moves until his knees bracket my chest and I hold on to his thighs, just to feel if he’s real, because for just a split second, it felt like a hazy dream. I lift up on my elbows, sticking my tongue out for him. He strokes faster, shooting his come into my mouth. I don’t swallow, I let it sit in my mouth until the spurts slow into a trickle, then I take him between my lips and suck at the rest of it. His hand flies to my hair, tight against my scalp, “Fuck, Jude,” he moans, going lax.

“Such a good girl,” I hear Nicasia whisper.

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what's your phone wallpaper?: it’s currently a collage of Tutter from Bear in the Big Blue House. I loved that show so much as a kid and Tutter was my favorite, plus I’m born the year of the rat, so gotta represent!

last song you listened to?: Buddy Holly by Weezer (I was on a nostalgia trip)

currently reading?: Fire and Blood by George R. R. Martin

last movie?: Repo! The Genetic Opera

what are you wearing right now? A black t-shirt, lounge pants, and vans

how tall are you?: 5’4” (but I like to say 5’5” to feel taller 😏)

piercings / tattoos?: I had an industrial on my left ear but it got infected a lot and I took it out which ended up becoming a keloid. I have the tragus on both ears, both lower lobe, two on the upper lobe on my right ear, and only one on my left. I don’t have any tattoos yet, but one day my first will probably be a Nana manga panel or the Vivienne Westwood orb.

glasses / contacts?: both! Glasses I tend to wear at home and if I’m too lazy to get dressed up to go out to do errands. I wear contacts when I do go out like to school cause I want to be extravagant with my makeup.

last thing you ate?: Chile con queso with tostada chips

fav color?: black (been wearing it since I was a kid thanks to my widowed grandma)

current obsession?: Neil the seal, 1930s fashion, the bubonic plague (my favorite era in history), thrifting, Halloween decor, Halloween

do you have a crush right now?: nah, I don’t have time for that.

fav fictional character?: oh boy where do I even being? Wanda Maximoff (obviously), Bloodraven, Rachel Roth (Raven), Zatanna Zatara, Donna Beneviento, Erik Lehnsherr, Pietro Maximoff, Asajj Ventress, Famine Devil

last place you traveled?: recently, to my grandmother’s for Mother’s Day and my aunt’s birthday. Out of the country? I had gone to Cancun back in 2022, and I loved it there so much. It was so magical seeing the pyramids (I almost got into a fight with a Russian tourist there cause he got mad at me for taking too long at taking pics at the base of the pyramid. I should’ve decked his ass, the ancestors would’ve loved it!)

Stolen from: @maidmyth (hehe 😈🖤)

Tagging: you!

[nevermoreffxiv]

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☽ Astraea Nevermore

☽ Etoile Noctis

☽ Vivienne Umbra

[kingovharts]

Okay so i know you already did a long version of this but i love the confusion that comes with it.

The opposite of that ask you had. The ROs thinking a mozzie bite is a hickey during the crushing stage 😅❤️

I have already answered the one where ROs mistook a hickey as a mosquito bite here.

I will just make this as a continuation of that ask!

Under the cut cuz I don't trust myself keeping this short lol.

Yudai Sakaguchi: Happy noises. Honk honk!

"Oh, MC, I see you had fun again last night. You have a hickey on your neck, again," Yudai said as you got into the car. The two of you had agreed to eat at a Japanese restaurant since he was craving some katsu-don.

"Ah, haha, Yu, it's a real mosquito bite this time," you replied, feeling embarrassed. Last time, he thought your hickey was a mosquito bite, but this time it was the opposite.

Yudai's smile widened. "Oh, then I guess we have to stop by a pharmacy to buy you an ointment for that hickey of yours."

"Mosquito bite," you corrected.

"That's large enough to mistake for a hickey," he retorted.

In summary, he had fun teasing you all day about this mosquito bite of yours.

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Vivienne Ramos: Is very very very embarrassed.

"Did Jenna forget to be careful again when giving you hickeys in noticeable places?" Vivienne asked after noticing the small purple patch on your neck once more.

The two of you are in your family's car on the way to meet your father. You recalled the time when Vivienne mistook a hickey for a mosquito bite. It seems she thought the same thing this time.

"Ah, Viv, no. It's a real mosquito bite this time," you replied, turning to face Vivienne and showing her your neck to prove it.

Vivienne fell silent for a moment, taking her time to examine the purple patch on your neck.

"I see. I apologise for assuming," Vivienne said, her eyes avoiding yours.

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Héctor Alonso: Is also amused lol. Ready to call pest control.

"I know I really shouldn't invade your privacy too much, but could you ask your activity partner not to give you hickeys where people can easily see them? Look, it's on your neck again! What are they, a vampire?" Héctor greeted you with fake scolding as soon as you entered the living room.

"Thank you for your concern, Héctor. I'll be sure to let them know next time. Unfortunately, this time it's a real mosquito bite," you responded, noticing Héctor holding his phone to his ear.

"Hello, is this pest control? Yes, could you please come to the address I'll send you via text? As soon as possible, please. Yes, mosquitoes and all. Thank you." He ended the call and smiled at you.

"Really, Héctor?" you asked in disbelief.

"Hey, at least I wouldn't have a hard time figuring out what's on your neck in the future if we get rid of the mosquitoes here."

He then abruptly added, "Wait, what do you mean 'next time'? You mean there's going to be a next time?!"

"Well… I am single," you retorted.

"Wow, I might joke about you being a star sometimes, but I hope you're not a neutron star," Héctor quipped.

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Matyáš Dvořák: His brain malfunctioned.

"Hi MC, I see you have a hickey again. Was it Jade? They should be more careful next time. Most of the Gods here are open-minded, but they’d rather not see that," Matyáš whispered. Both of you were in the archive room.

"Well, it's a real mosquito bite this time," you whispered back, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the room.

"Ah…" Matyáš seemed lost in thought.

"Ah?" You expected him to laugh, as he did last time when he mistook your hickey for a mosquito bite.

"I don't know whether to berate myself for mistaking it as a hickey this time or feel relieved that it's not a hickey," Matyáš said, still looking dazed.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Yeah, I'm sure you won't get it."

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Genevieve: Is smiling so brightly you will think that she is the epitome of happiness.

You were walking down the hallway when you saw Genevieve sitting on one of the benches near the entrance. You made your way towards her.

"Oh, hello MC, glad to see you," she greeted, then her eyes fell to your neck. She added, "I apologize, I don't have an ointment with me this time. Is that a hickey?"

"Haha, thanks, Gen, but there's no need for ointment. I already applied some in my room before coming here. And no, it's just a mosquito bite," you responded.

"I see," Genevieve said with a smile, one that seemed too bright.

You wondered why the two of you suddenly fell silent, but you noticed Genevieve still holding that wide smile.

"Why are you smiling?" you asked, confused by her behavior.

"Oh, darling, I'm just feeling immense happiness." You blushed at the nickname.

"What made you happy?" you asked, trying to ignore the sudden drumming of your heart.

"The mosquito," she replied. You stared at her, as if she were the weirdest person ever.

"Okay…?"

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A Wadia: Still a blushing mess. But a lot more calmer this time.

You were talking to Amala/Amrit when you suddenly noticed they had gotten too quiet. Looking over, you saw them staring intently at your neck, a blush evident on their face. You could already tell what they were thinking without even asking.

"It's a mosquito bite," you said, attempting to dispel whatever idea they had about the purple patch on your neck. You remembered what happened last time when they mistook it for a hickey.

"I didn't say anything, though," Wadia replied, trying to hide their face after being caught.

"You know you're very loud, right? Anyone would think something's wrong with you if you got too quiet," you playfully retorted.

"At least I don't have mosquitoes in my room," they jabbed.

"At least I don't blush at the mere sight of a hickey," you shot back.

"That's a foul," they responded.

[kingovharts]

The opposite of this ask "RO sees a hickey on the neck of the MC, but it's actually a mosquito bite". Because it's everywhere, I just want something new :O

RO thinks it's an insect bite, but it's a hickey from one-night stand. For the Oblivious!MC (who does not understand hints and romantic actions from the RO, simply because they are stupid and think they just act friendly.)

Gods, I hope I wrote this clearly, because in English I can only read normally👉👈

Your English is very good anon! Cheers to us multilingual peeps!

Assuming this is crushing stage!

Under the cut cuz it got way too long!

Yudai Sakaguchi: Will rather insist that it is a mosquito bite than the latter.

Yudai is so excited to see you again. He opened the café door with a light heart, his heart pounding.

"Hey there, superstar! How's life treating you lately?" That's when he noticed an odd bruise on your neck.

"Ah, it's that time again. Good thing I brought some ointment. Here, you can use it." Yudai handed you the ointment.

"Thanks, Yu. I told James not to leave a mark, but I guess the night was too wild." You said, applying the ointment to your neck as memories of last night flashed through your mind.

"…I don't think mosquitoes have names, MC." You looked at him to find him staring at you, wide-eyed.

"Oh no, this is a hickey. I had a rather wild night yesterday."

"A hickey?"

"Yes, a hickey."

"That's a hickey…?"

"Yes, Yu. I believe this is a hickey."

"A hickey, you say…"

Yudai was in a daze.

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Vivienne Ramos: Will just stare at the hickey that you have no choice but to address it lol.

"Viv, you've been staring at my neck for an hour," you say, noticing her intense focus on your neck.

"I can ask my driver to get you some ointment from the store down the street," Vivienne responds, still fixated on your neck.

"Why though?" you ask, confused. You don't remember doing anything that would require ointment.

"A mosquito bite," she points at your neck. "That thing on your neck is a mosquito bite."

It takes you a moment to process her words, then realisation dawns on you.

"Oh! This isn't a mosquito bite! It's a hickey. Oh god, I told Jenna to be careful last night," you exclaim. But just as you're about to continue, you notice Vivienne's expression has grown noticeably more serious.

"It's either the one who will never notice me or the one who is too dense to notice me," you hear her mumble.

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Héctor Alonso: Is amused at your obliviousness. Vows to be more vocal of his feelings for you.

"MC, is that a mosquito bite? Where did you get it? Do I need to call someone to get rid of the mosquitoes here? Are there even mosquitoes in this fancy house of yours?"

"Oh, this is a hickey. You know John, from my class."

"I see," Héctor said, falling silent.

After a moment, he added, "MC, are you the type to block out all advances because you think people are just being overly friendly, when in fact, they are actually romantically interested in you?"

"What?"

"You're too dense, MC. Too dense."

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Matyáš Dvořák: Will be more amused of his self for mistaking a hickey for a mosquito bite.

"Oh, is that a mosquito bite, MC? I have some mosquito repellent in my room that might help with your problem. The bite on your neck looks bad," you heard Mattie say as he walked towards you.

"This is a hickey. Fortunately or unfortunately, Jade left a reminder of our activity last night," you said to the redhead.

"A hickey? Oh, pfft." That wasn't the reaction you were expecting.

Matyáš kept giggling as if something amused him. You had no idea what it was.

"Uh… Mattie? What's so funny?"

"I can't believe I mistook a hickey for a mosquito bite at my age," he said, trying to stop giggling.

"Whatever makes you happy, I guess."

Both are idiots, anon.

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Genevieve: Is matured about it and is amused at your obliviousness.

"Ah, MC, I noticed you have a mosquito bite on your neck. I went to the infirmary to get you some ointment for it." You turned around to see Genevieve.

"Oh, hi, Gen! Thank you, but this is actually a hickey. Still, thanks for the ointment. I didn't realize Jamie left a mark last night." You replied, taking the ointment from her.

"I'm sure it was a wild night." Genevieve smiled at you as she spoke.

"Well, kind of."

"I guess I have to work harder then. See you later, MC." Those were her last words before she walked away.

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A Wadia: A blushing mess. A delulu. Someone save them.

"Hey there, MC! Oh, is that a mosquito bite? Does your room have a hole in it somewhere? How the hell did you get a mosquito bite?" Wadia asked as they took a seat next to you.

"Hello to you too, Amala/Amrit. This is actually a hickey, not a mosquito bite." You turned to them, moving your things to make space for theirs.

"A what? A hickey?!" Wadia's voice suddenly rose, their face turning bright red. Luckily, no one else was around.

"Yes, a hickey," you responded.

"B-but, how?" You couldn't believe they were asking this question.

"Um… it's because Jennie left a mark while we were… you know."

"Stop! Rated 18+! Mature content!" Their face reddened further as they tried to cover their ears, a desperate attempt to protect their doubtful innocence.

"Well… you asked, so I answered."

"So that's what it looks like in real life." You heard them mumbling to themselves.

"Why, do you want to have one too?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Yes! I mean no. Wait, yes. Okay, that's enough embarrassment for today. I'll go sit over there in the corner. Bye!" You couldn't help but feel confused as you watched them walk away.

"I can't believe MC offered to give me a hickey. Oh god, I said yes with so much enthusiasm," you heard them muttering as they walked off.

When did you make such offer?

[kingovharts]

Howdy! I don't know if the character asks are still open so if you don't want to answer that's totally fine ^^

But just wanted to ask the good ol' Tumblr classic on how would the ro's react to an MC that always gives them a good luck kiss every morning but just stops one day?

( hehe I also think giving a good luck kiss to the ro's is a very cute idea :) )

No worries anon! I just lost a round on cod mobile so. 😩 Maybe I also need a good luck kiss every morning dang. *opens tinder /jkn’t

But I will count this as ro asks cuz uhh my brain wants to.

Also, I didn’t receive any notifs for the asks? Wtf tumblr? 🫵🏻

Yudai Sakaguchi: Will remind you. This is a routine anon. It’s that serious for him.

“Hey, you can’t forget about your mandatory good luck kiss for me every morning! Oh, my poor MC, you look tired. Here, I’ll give you one today. You certainly need it.”

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Vivienne Ramos: Generally won’t react too strongly about it. But if you forgot because you look exhausted af, she will be concerned.

“MC, are you tired? How about taking a rest today? I’m sure the council will let you off today. If not, I will talk to them for you.”

“Why I asked? Oh it’s because you forgot to give me a good luck kiss which is unusual for you. So, I thought something is not right.”

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Héctor Alonso: Suddenly flexes his cheeks. 😭

“MC, don’t you think something is missing here?” *points at his cheek* “Hmm… I think it’s missing someone’s daily good luck kiss here. Don’t you think so?”

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Matyáš Dvořák: Will stare at you, expectant. 🙂

“Uhm, MC…”

You turned to Matyáš, waiting for him to respond. But you noticed his face turning as red as his hair.

“My good luck kiss…”

“Your what?”

“My daily good luck kiss, where is it?”

“Oh. Sorry!”

And then they lived happily ever after—

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Genevieve: Will not fret too much but will be waiting patiently even if you give it before you sleep.

“MC, you forgot to give me my good luck kiss this morning. Is it okay if I asked for it now even if it’s late in the evening already? My day feels incomplete without it.”

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A Wadia: Will find a way to ask for it without looking like an idiot. Spoiler: they’re a lovely idiot.

“MC!”

“So, do you know what couples do. Haha”

“MC, I think you forgot something. Oh no it’s not your phone’s charger.”

“MC, I think my cheek needs some moisture…”

“MC! YOU FORGOT TO KISS ME! 😭”

[kingovharts]

What would be the reaction of the RO if the MC returned home with a terrible hairstyle after visiting the hairdresser.

NAW U DOING MC SO DIRTY 😭😭😭

CRUSHING STAGE CUZ IT’S MORE FUN!

Yudai Sakaguchi: Torn between teasing you and shutting himself up. 💀

“MC, is that a new hairstyle? Don’t ever go back to that hairdresser ever again.”

This is him restraining himself from teasing the shit out of you. 😩

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Vivienne Ramos: Would be polite at pointing it out.

“MC, I hate to break it to you but the hairdresser did not do a good job with your new haircut. It’s better to find a new one.”

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Héctor Alonso: Will immediately book you to another hairdresser to fix that hair of yours. 😭

“MC, let’s go. I booked another hairdresser that can help salvage your hair.”

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Matyáš Dvořák: If you think this giant will be polite, you are wrong. This doofus will try so hard not to laugh. 😭

“Oh MC! New hair!” *snorts

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Genevieve: Also will politely suggest you another hairdresser.

“MC, I go here: [address]. They’re good. I suggest going there to fix your hair.”

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A Wadia: Will ask you who was the hairdresser that did your hair so they know where to not go. 💀

“MC, who was the hairdresser that did your hair just now?”

“Why I ask? Oh so I know where not to go.”

Also random fact: When I was taking a test in science back in 9th grade, the test was about genetics. The first question was about hair and my teacher told the class that he will not deduct any scores as long as we don’t get our names wrong.

GUESS WHAT I DID 😭 My name was [beep] Hart but I wrote down [beep] Hair instead and panicked that he will really deduct my score for writing my own name wrong wtf.

Well he didn’t and I still got a perfect score but gawd I was referred as Ms. Hair for an entire week. 🥲

[kingovharts]

I don't know if this ask was asked or not, but here it is. This is a classic.

How would ROs react if someone started actively flirting with MC right in front of them? + Difference if MC responds to flirting(To make RO jealous) or looks very uncomfortable.

This took me a while to answer lol.

I have answered the one where someone is actively trying to flirt with MC here.

I will be answering in the context of the MC responding + crushing stage and they’ve known each other to an extent.

Yudai Sakaguchi: Will smile sadly.

“I wonder, is this how my mother feels every time Mr. Julian’s within reach. Someone near that you can’t have but you wanted by your side.”

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Vivienne Ramos: Disappointed but expected it.

"I thought that maybe, just maybe, I had established something with MC. But reality always slaps me hard in the face. It was only the reality I wished for. MC was only the imaginary number in my made-up equations. I can have millions of equations, but MC will never truly fit where I wanted them to belong."

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Héctor Alonso: Hurting.

“Ah, is this how it feels to be abandoned the second time? MC’s there, they never left. But I suddenly feel lonely.”

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Matyáš Dvořák: He felt kinda relieved.

“MC is better off with someone who carries lesser emotional baggage. I will just drag them into this spiral of madness that my grief has created. It’s painful but it’s better for the both of us.”

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Genevieve: Will also smile sadly.

“Whoever MC ends up with, despite my own feelings, I hope they’re someone who will make them feel happiness. I am satisfied with liking them from afar.”

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A Wadia: Upset at their self

"Wow, Amala/Amrit, you really expected MC to like you back? You have your hopes up! News flash: you aren’t the only person in the world. Look at them! They’re beautiful, kind, and, well, rich. It would be more of a surprise if someone disliked them! You’re an idiot, Amala/Amrit. You’re an idiot for them."