#MC(She Who Has No Name)

[tamayula-hl]

Ominis x MC – Part 1

In this episode, Ominis just comes off as a jerk — but in this comic that shows them after they’ve started dating, he deeply regrets what happened, and MC even looks back on it fondly enough to laugh about it 😂

Moving forward, the next Ominis x MC episode will pick up right after that fateful night, and the next Sebastian x Sakurako episode will start around the Restricted Section quest. I plan to keep the page count light and take my time focusing only on the key moments from Sebastian’s questline 💪

[bassicallymaestra]

Hi all! I'm still alive and wanted to start my summer and brush up my art skills with this super cute base I found with some of my favorite MCs 💖 I had so much fun with this and want to do another one!

✨Top Row (left to right)

New Fifth Year - @traceyc-uk

Sunan Saelee - @itsame-domi

Sakurako Nogi - @tamayula-hl

Daniel Anderson - @iatnen

Millie Grey - @sonny201818

✨Bottom Row (left to right)

Gwynevere Feiyun - @pierrot-dokki

Chris Mongrel - @diana-bluewolf

MC (She Who Has No Name) - @tamayula-hl

Valeria Davenport - @honeyed-blossom

Johanna Newman - @ravenwind-75

I had so much fun with your MCs and I hope you enjoy this 🥰

[whalesongsblog]

An enigma.

(oneshot for @tamayula-hl and her lovely MC!🪷)

Good gods, the girl could talk.

Audacious, Ominis thought, eyes narrowed in irritation as he swept past her, trying hard to tune out the pitched lilt of her voice. Clearly, she was not capable of taking a hint either, because the pitter-patter on stone and the scent of something flowery indicated that she was following him. 

“-I just wanted to apologise! Had I known that dingy room was your secret place, I would have never- can you walk slower, please?” 

“No. I’d truly appreciate it if you left me alone.” 

There was a huff and the shuffle of her footsteps increasing their pace. Ominis groaned.

Between Sebastian’s antics devolving into a worrying downward spiral he didn’t know he had the strength to pull him back from and this girl hounding him, all he wanted was a moment’s peace. 

“Look, I know a first impression is a lasting impression, but I believe in second chances, and I really would like to get along with you. I think it’s unfair that you’re holding a small mistake against me like this. We can start from the beginning! My name is-“ 

Ominis paused. 

My name is-? 

The sudden silence was- admittedly, a blessed relief- but also strange. It wasn’t as though she’d stopped talking.

Ominis lived and breathed by his sense of hearing, and he knew that there was a difference between a pause between words and the complete absence of sound. Curiosity (not concern, he wasn’t worried about her, that was a ridiculous notion) caused him to turn, brows drawn together and mouth pressed in a firm line. 

“Well?” He didn’t mean to sound so cold. “If you must insist on following me around, the least you can do me the courtsey of is giving me your name.” 

Perhaps her name was silly. Or- a traitious part of Ominis brain piped up- perhaps it was something beautiful. The sort of name he’d enjoy saying over and over again, teasing, reprimanding- 

Silence.

“Are you still there?” 

“I can’t-“ there was that telltale warble of tears being held back. “I can’t tell you my name. I can’t tell anyone my name.” 

Ominis crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “Go on, then. I can’t wait to hear the reasoning behind this one.” 

“I was cursed by a blood malediction. I cannot tell anyone my name, so they just- they just say I’m the girl with no name. They don’t bother to know me any further than that, anyway.” 

“Your family must have angered someone, then. But it probably wasn’t too serious, since all they cursed you with was not being able to say your name.” Ominis’ eyes shuttered slightly, something dark flitting across them. The coldness in his voice returned, sharp-edged and frigid as the Arctic tundra.

“You got lucky. Curses can be so much worse. And, frankly, you are meddlesome, you are pushy, and I quite despise-“

A sniffle cut him off.

Ominis froze. He hadn’t meant- well, he had wanted her to leave him alone but she hadn’t really done or said anything to offend him, and here he was, absolutely jumping down her throat.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sure, she was a little fiery nusiance, but he didn’t want her upset.

“Listen-“ his voice was lower, and he tried to soften the edges. “-don’t cry. I’m.. I’m sorry. It’s not that no one wants to get to know you, you’re just-“ 

Brash. 

Loud. 

Carefree and energetic and utterly outrageous. An unapologetic flame burning so bright that if I could see, I’d have to look away. 

“- A mystery.” Ominis finally settled on. “You’re a mystery of a classmate, that’s for certain.” 

A contemplative look flickered across his face. “That suits you, does it not?” 

“What does?” 

Her voice was less wavery and lilted upwards in curiosity instead of a shake of barely repressed tears. 

“Our mystery classmate.” Ominis wondered why he was still entertaining her and indulging in this conversation when he could have left so many minutes ago. But the responding little gasp of delight and clap of her hands had his heart swelling in a manner he’d think about later. For right now, he just wanted to hear her laugh again. 

“A mystery classmate- that makes me sound so debonaire! Like the dashing heroine of a spy thriller.” 

“MC for short, perhaps?” Ominis shifted his weight, crossing his arms in front of him, and he couldn’t help the way he grinned in response. He wanted to be upset at how easily she’d disarmed him, how her excited chatter was somehow seeping into him. 

“MC?” He heard the amusement in her voice, the hint of uncertainty.

“Of course. Plenty of people go by their initials- nobody needs to know what it stands for.” 

He could practically hear her puffing up her chest, hands on her hips. “MC,” she repeated. “My name is MC.”

Her voice softened, and the next thing he knew, a pair of arms had wrapped around him, a soft, warm weight pressed up against him. 

Ominis flushed, heat creeping up his neck and ears as she hugged him. She was so much shorter than him- with long hair scented like flowers and a delicate frame his arms came down almost instinctively to wrap around. He tried not to dwell on how perfectly she fit against him, how she felt like sunlight and the brush of a warm spring breeze.

“Thank you,” MC murmured. “It’s nice to have something to be known by.” She pulled away, leaving him significantly, unfairly flustered. “That’s ironic, isn’t it?” 

“Wh- what is?” Ominis managed to rake together his remaining brain cells that hadn’t sizzled away. He wanted to pull her back in, get to know every inch of her- 

“That you saw me more clearly in a few minutes than anyone else ever has.”

Ominis’ jaw slackened slightly at her audacity, at the cheeky tone of her voice. At the undercurrent of softness in her words, the vulnerable truth. And before he could think about what he was saying, he nodded. 

“You are… easy to see, I suppose. Metaphorically, that is.” The flush returned to his face. “And extremely loud as well. Are all Gryffindor girls this bold? I have things to do, and I cannot spend more time chattering away with you in the hallways.” 

There was that sweet, low laugh again. “Of course. Enjoy your day, Ominis! I’m so glad we’re friends now!” 

“Wait a moment, I didn’t say anything about- we are not- oh, the little minx. Now she finally learns how to walk away?” 

Ominis stood there for a moment, listening to the patter of footsteps against the stone floors. Her voice excitedly piped up as she accosted students at random in the hallways.

I have a name, now! You can call me MC. Mmhm, just the letters. It stands for Mystery Classmate. I—oh, yes, of course, you’re late for class. My apologies. 

An amused laugh escaped his lips, and Ominis wondered vaguely if he needed to go see Nurse Blainey. 

His heart thudded a little too fast, his palms were sweaty, and his stomach churned strangely.

He went still, his mind racing much like his traitorous heart. 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

Ominis Gaunt groaned and closed his eyes. Of all the women he could be feeling this way for, it had to be her. And yet, somehow, Ominis knew, deep down, that there could really be no one else. 

It truly was a mystery.

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AN: ugh I adore miss MC so much! She’s such a cute foil to Ominis’ more stoic demeanor, and I LOVED writing her!!

[the-ozzie]

mc and mc

I think they’d be friends @tamayula-hl

[tamayula-journal]

The acrylic stands I was making for myself have been completed and arrived 🥳

[premamelody]

TODAY I WAS BORN TODAY WAKE TF WAKE UP EVERYBODY WAKE UP!! TODAY!!!! TODAY!!!! PEAK, TODAY!!1

edit: I FORGOT ABOUT MY LITERAL VENT OC, MY ENA SONA. MAD DISRESPECT

[nami-moittli]

I think you like Leah

…A little

[typewriting-robin]

The Vogel MCs

To celebrate one year of my blog & the EN server's intro of Vogel, it's time to post the MC trio I affectionately call "The Part Timers", who are a trio of Robins who are connected in some way to the main 9. They are also inspired by 19th century literature (mostly) and have their own lives.

Nica:

A small note: this is before his officially translated name

Dynamic: Hooker With a Heart of Gold, Fallen on Hard Times Job, Courtesan & Elite Man, Broken Bird x Playboy, belligerent sexual tension, rich vs poor, class difference

Darius:

Note: One of her inspirations (including visual) was the late, great Michelle Trachtenberg and was created before her passing, so Gigi is a sentimental favorite of mine.

Dynamic: Villain x Villain, Villain x Dark Mistress, Unholy Matrimony, Partners in Crime, We-Saw-You-From-Across-The-Table-At-The-Mad-Tea-Party-And-Really-Liked-Your-Vibe

Ring

CW: SA & Rape mention, Pregnancy by Rape, Stalking, Attempted Kidnapping, Mommy Kink mention

Dynamic: Cannot Talk to Women x Nice Girl, Knight and Lady, Healing, Mutual Pining, Deep Emotional Scars, Hurt/Comfort

[slightlytoastedbagel]

when you think about it Vivid Bad Squad was the first time any of them truly had people outside of family and not just classmates or family acquaintances. it's no wonder they got so ride or die for each other despite the rocky start they understand each other in ways no one else has before

[tamayula-hl]

Ominis x MC – Part 2 (Previous episode is here.)

The early scenes of MC’s inner struggle were influenced by Tangled—especially that one iconic moment from Rapunzel.

[tallaennatargaryen]

Do I have a midterm tomorrow (technically today because it's past midnight) that's 25% of my grade that I need to be studying for? Yes.

Am I writing the outline to my Mob!Bucky x OC fic instead? Also yes.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

struggling so hard to pay attention to this book because the ✨single attractive and friendly man in a sea of cold and distant nobles✨ is suspicious to me

[thedeadthree]

the vampires and the gate besties having a high stakes tennis match in my head for dominance of the braincell rn 🥀🥴

[glubandeepspace]

mc extrapolating notes as i procrastinate as much as ever on art and actual fic writing

canon suggests mc looks the same/similar in each incarnation (thinking of descriptions in rafayel's first Anecdote) which might as well happen but also that says little for the effects of wildly different lifestyles

mc (for me) is big & ripped as a deepspace hunter. grew up with insecurities surrounding how their evol is one that entirely depends on other people/things despite some ego in the fact she is of the small percent of the population with an evol at all—and dealt with it by trying to be and look as strong as possible (even though strength ofc doesnt always look like what you'd think), training with as many weapons as possible, as if mc wouldnt already be enough of a restless outgoing workaholic (occasionally also fighting against a constant primal fear of being used, both due to her evol and things he cant really remember yet, things like being some little thing in a lab). their fashion is practical yet playful (keychains, pins, generally odd accessories, short silly earrings-) and theyre drawn to / have themes of fire for totally totally no reason

philos knight mc a softer-edged, more graceful type of strong, while boyish for incidental practicality and simple preference mc doesnt think too hard about.

idk enough yet abt other mc(s) of xav lore. i know theres a queen one. maybe classmate mc is relatively plainest, helped by the fact there were probably uniforms. outside school going for the common styles to try feeling like she fit in more despite knowing she never will to the extent she wishes, protocore syndrome and all

forgotten sea mc was groomed as a "treasure" worth trading to a god in hopes for a wish (or multiple wishes) granted in return, so they were extra beautiful, though in a way some humans may have called freakish despite them being the standard-perpetuators—maybe mc was untouchable, as a rule. and one of the "foreign" things the false emissaries of the sea also liked to try giving their idea of the sea god as sacrifices. mc overall being called an "it" for more than one reason. isolated from normal society, mc did not really resonate with men and women and so on despite eventually trying to, but that was fine, as long as mc was free and no longer likened to an object. Rafayel made sure this mc gets all the upbringing-contrarily colorful clothes and food and relaxation mc wants, and mc is still the most beautiful person to him, particularly for mc's unique and sometimes inspiring choices.

sea witch mc is a whimsically gothic mess whenever not simply forgoing the effort bc what company did they consistently have besides other critters of the dark? borderline gaunt, a not healthy amount of color to their already more mermaidy skin, with hair as long as all the years burying a scary urge to explore in ways thatd quickly tangle it. but retaining a fondness for a particular shade of light blue and deep purple

[tamayula-hl]

(ModernAU) Tall Ominis and tall Sebastian have totally different vibes, so it's fun to fantasize about both. (The scene of the two sleeping on the sofa is inspired by this photo)

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men React a Picture of You with Another guy

Request: Hii!! I love your writing so so much (pls never stop)!!! How do you think the lads men would react to the following scenario: mc makes one of her girl friends dress like a guy and post that on her story/moments (to ward off an annoying co-worker, like what Caleb did in uni, but mc didnt want to bother the guys with this request so she asked Tara or another one of her girl friends). The picture, though, is convincing enough to make even the lads men question if she actually does have a partner and who tf is he. I think Xavier would absolutely malfunction since they are also neighbours lol

AN: I am taking a break from the ship event to gather some inspiration. But this was super fun to write. Thank you for sending in such an amazing idea.

Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺

Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader

Genre: fluff and angst

(I do not own these characters)

Summary: Waking up after an amazing girls' night, you and Tara spent the morning taking silly photos, making all kinds of concerning faces, until inspiration struck.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Tara grinned, pushing her short hair back. "What if—"

Moments later, you were both giggling uncontrollably, staging fake hard launch photos in your bed. The blurry, cozy results? Surprisingly convincing.

"Oh, this is gonna blow up at work."

Tara rested her chin on your neck, wrapping an arm around you for the final shot. The picture was better than you imagined, so naturally, you posted it to your story before the two of you rushed to get ready for work.

And just like that, your social media went up in flames.

Rafayel:

623 missed calls. 200 texts. 82 more missed calls.

All hours after your post.

Who is he? Why are you in bed with him? Is he your boyfriend? What is his name?

You barely have time to breathe after your meeting before the onslaught of texts floods in. Even the comment section of your post hasn’t been spared.

Thomas is already on the case. Rafayel is whining, sobbing, crying and absolutely not afraid to play dirty to get you back.

He's already planned a hundred ways to nip this budding romance at the root.

He thinks he has the upper hand, feels kinda smug about it too.

Still… there’s a twinge of heartbreak. A little ache for having to wait longer for you, for the idea that you might have chosen someone else. But if nothing else, Rafayel is persistent.

So, of course, he’s already forgiven you.

But don’t think, even for a second, that he won’t complain about it.

He’s still mulling over it, dramatically painting all his canvases black, getting ready for his villain arc, when you finally call him back.

"A prank?"

He is indignant.

He cried over a prank.

All that effort… for nothing.

"IT’S BEEN 800 YEARS. JELLYFISH ARE WALKING. NAKED SEA TURTLES ARE CLIMBING TREES. SHARKS ARE EATING GRASS—FOR FREE. "

AND RAFAYEL?

RAFAYEL CRIED OVER A PRANK.

HE WENT FULL VILLAIN ARC FOR A LIE.

HIS CANVASES ARE BLACK. HIS PLANS FOR REVENGE? RUINED.

ALL BECAUSE YOU AND TARA WANTED TO PLAY GAMES.

He might never recover. Might. But first, he needs to call Thomas back before his "investigation" starts a national crisis.

Xavier:

He had just returned from a long night of fighting Wanderers when his phone chimed with an alert.

Half-asleep, he smiled at the sight of your name, already thinking of how he'd respond once he changed and collapsed into bed.

That smile froze the moment he saw the picture.

The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on his face. But he didn’t even wince. Too numb to feel it.

His vision blurred. His chest ached. Tears welled, unbidden.

Genuinely heartbroken. So weary. So tired. For a moment, he was shattered.

Did he have the strength to wager another lifetime?

His time was already running out. His strength faded with each passing day. He had selfishly wanted this spring with you...but this was better for you. You were too kind, too caring to bear his loss.

Perhaps this was for the best. His lips trembled at the thought.

You had someone now, someone who would not bring you grief. And you looked so happy in that photo. He stared at the blurred curve of your smile, tracing it with his gaze.

Somehow, he managed a small smile too.

And then he folded into himself. And slept.

For days.

So long that you started to worry, noticing his absence at work.

Until, finally, you barge into his apartment, breathless and frantic, only to find him asleep, moonlight spilling across his face, eerily still.

Your heart plummeted.

"Xavier." Your voice trembled as you rushed to him, fingers shaking as you took his hand.

For a terrible, suffocating second, he didn’t move.

And then, his brow twitched.

Air rushed back into your lungs.

Zayne:

This was to be expected.

He was never what you needed.

He often failed at words. His gestures, too vague to be understood.

You deserved someone who loved you. Someone who had the courage to say those words out loud.

Not him.

Not someone who could hurt you. His scars only grow deeper with time.

So he accepts it. Buries himself in work.

If he could not be your lover, then he would play his part as a friend.

Pays extra attention to your health. Pours over your reports. He must. Because he is no longer close enough to watch over you himself.

And weeks later, when you finally visit him, he keeps up the act—cold, distant, unbothered.

He does all the tests. Runs all the checks. Everything is routine.

But you see it.

The dark circles, deeper than ever. His skin, paler. Cheeks, sunken. His shirt, unwashed.

"You're coming home with me."

Your voice leaves no room for argument as you take his hand. "You never call. You only text about my reports and nothing more. We need to talk."

You tug him forward. He follows, until he stops.

"Your boyfriend won’t like it," he murmurs, staring anywhere but at you.

Silence.

"What boyfriend?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded.

Sylus:

Sylus spits his coffee, choking as he stares at the pictures.

Does not buy it.

That’s clearly not a man.

Yet somehow, he keeps going back to it, again and again.

It’s only when Luke and Kieran peer over his shoulder that his denial starts cracking.

"Ooooh, boss has got competition," Luke chimes.

One minute, they’re laughing. The next, they’re outside the mansion, the door slamming shut behind them.

Luke blinks. "That explains..."

Kieran yanks him into a chokehold for getting them banished for the day.

Inside, Sylus switches to wine.

The day has been too much.

Not a man, right? he muses, scrutinizing the photo, before accidentally pressing the heart button.

And then, he all but chews the glass in his hand.

He’s not worried.

He just suddenly feels the urge to burn his entire closet because nothing looks good enough.

He doesn’t care.

He’s just made a few calls, just to make sure you’re not involved with anyone sketchy. Unless, of course, it’s him.

Then, like an absolute idiot, he gets a panicked call from an associate.

The only person who’s been in your apartment? Tara.

Sylus stares at the image. Facepalms.

That evening, when he picks you up from work, he looks exhausted.

As if a few hours have aged him years.

When you ask, he waves you off, dodging every question.

You raise a brow. "Are you sure? You look—"

"I said it’s nothing," he snaps, before sighing, dragging a hand down his face. "...Can we just go home

Caleb:

Storming to Linkon.

Geared up to blow up the entire apartment complex.

Spends five minutes struggling with the locked door before finally getting it open.

Marches in.

Stops. Sighs in disapproval at your empty fridge.

Good thing he packed snacks. Leaves them on your counter. You’ll thank him later.

Then, back to the mission.

Collects all forensic evidence needed. Marches out.

No time to waste.

Supervises the DNA administration.

Hair sample. Used coffee mug. Both next to yours.

He will find the bastard. He will take him out.

And then, he will whisk you away to Skyheaven, to console you once you learn of your tragic, mysterious loss.

Grief will bring you closer.

Every intern running tests is sweating.

So are the lead scientists, who have been personally forced to oversee this insanity.

No one is messing with the colonel today.

And then, finally, the results land on his desk.

Caleb stares. Dumbfounded.

Is he to fight both men and women for you now?

You better watch out for Tara because he does not discriminate.