Self Aware Project Sekai

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So, I've seen a lot of self-aware aus, and my favorites are SAGAU and Twst

And uhm

I haven't seen anything with self-aware pjsk

Did no one make it or did I just not find it??

Since I couldn't find it, I was like "Let's make it yourself then!"

So

☆•°Welcome to my self-aware pjsk rant!°•☆

You know how in the beginning of the game Miku asks you for your name and etc? Yeah I'm pretty sure that mayyybeeee she could be self-aware at that moment??

While you two are "singing" (aka you playing tutorial and her singing) she may start enjoying your company!

So, while you're choosing a unit to start with, she just stands there and waits. She wonder what unit you'll choose. All of them have other versions of herself, but they all different personalities, so I think they're like different people. Even to og Miku in the beginning.

After that you play the story. Imagine the units surprise, when one day they start feeling someone looking over them. Like fr-

Depending on their personality, they were either a bit scared/paranoid, or just shrugged it off.

While the game was downloading after you played the first chapter, the unit you have chosen starts slowly becoming aware of someone looking over them. They're not aware yet, but they know they're watched.

Probably have mixed feelings about it. Is it some stalker???

As you proceed in the game, play the story of all units and virtual singers, play the events and rhyme game itself,teht become more aware of your existence.

And just like in every self-aware au manner, they start obsessing over you!

I mean, you've been with them for so long! All of them. You've supported in the beginning and still do. How can they not love you?

The unit you've chosen in the beginning are proud tbh. You've chosen them out of all!

Or listened to Miku who recommended them to you based on your answers. But then that means you are similar to them!

Yeah there's no way you're getting out of this one. Everyone would hope that you play *their* unit's songs, and pull their cards. If you have 3d and mv on, then those on your team are trying extra hard, to make sure that they're dancing ☆perfectly☆

Even if you, for example, put Akito on Mizuki's dance moves in IDSMILE, or Kanade on Akito's in ifuudoudou.

You know, I'm pretty sure they can see your profile. And when you put someone as "[Chara Name] fan"

Yeah they're so happy/smug about it!

And you probably get more cards in gacha. They're trying their best okay?

You know their skills make you have more "great" or "perfect" for quite some time right? Ohohoho (wtf with that laugh-) they're now just trying to help you out without it! You seem so happy doing fc or ap!

But some probably will make you lose the game when jealous or to make you pay more attention to them/their song.

I'll rant/talk about it more in the future♡

Hello, I'm not very good at English. If my understanding of the storyline of WWCG is wrong, I apologize.

After I tried playing the game, the characters are very interesting. Crowe is very good at observing others, so I was suspicious at first that he could read minds. And Aspen is very cute, he reminds me of my cat.... But I can't help but wonder about Crowe's personality.

- Why did Crowe look so careless in the first meeting scene in the kitchen? In a hypothetical case, if Aspen was a dangerous person, I think Crowe could hardly defend himself from an ambush from behind.

- I'm not sure if Aspen should be angry that Crowe changed his clothes because from my observation, it seems that the shirt inside was not changed, right?

- I think someone else was helped by Crowe before Aspen appeared, right?

- I've heard that drinking alcohol helps in very cold weather. Does Crowe drink or have it?

- If Aspen didn't call him by his nickname Jewel, what other nicknames would he like to be called by?

- If Crowe didn't do the Blood Pact, how would he live or conduct himself? I think his knowledge and kindness would help him become well-known and popular in normal society.

- I don't understand Crowe's thinking in the Yandere route. Why did he still spare Aspen and stick with theirs? Since Aspen clearly showed that they didn't like his actions, and Crowe could really drug him forever?

- If in the Yandere route Aspen didn't eat the granola bars, how would Crowe take him back?

- I think Crowe's courtship is quite polite and slow-paced. In the route where he is Aspen's lover, could he be the one to take the lead in the relationship, like asking Aspen for a hug? Because I think Crowe might be too shy to ask for something like that directly.

Hello, there! Thank you for playing my game, I'm happy you liked it!! 😊 Also, your English is fine! I will make an exception this time but, next time, please don't ask so many questions altogether 😖. I'm only one person and it can be a bit overwhelming to answer so much at the time 🙏💦 Next time I won't be answering asks as long as this one. Another thing to note, Aspen is not a man. They identify as nonbinary so their pronouns are they/them. Most of these questions contain BIG spoilers so the answers will be below the "Keep Reading".

Why did Crowe look so careless in the first meeting scene in the kitchen? In a hypothetical case, if Aspen was a dangerous person, I think Crowe could hardly defend himself from an ambush from behind. It's important to note that all the people who arrived at Winter Hollow before Aspen got affected by the blizzards. Even if some of them happened to be dangerous, they wouldn't have survived because Crowe has only ever been interested in saving Aspen. Therefore, the scene in the kitchen wouldn't have happened .

I'm not sure if Aspen should be angry that Crowe changed their clothes because from my observation, it seems that the shirt inside was not changed, right? That's why there are 3 different options in that scene, so that the player can decide what they feel is right for them. Canonical Aspen would most probably NOT get angry for having their clothes changed since they understand that Crowe did it to save their life. However, Crowe most definitely changed ALL of their clothes. The clothes were completely cold from the weather, so Crowe had to remove all of them before warming Aspen up.

I think someone else was helped by Crowe before Aspen appeared, right? No, Aspen was the first person that Crowe helped because he felt needed. It felt good for Crowe to have someone need him, and he was also starting to feel a bit guilty from what he was doing.

I've heard that drinking alcohol helps in very cold weather. Does Crowe drink or have it? Crowe doesn't drink alcohol, he doesn't like it. But he does have a few bottles of alcohol for cooking.

If Aspen didn't call him by his nickname Jewel, what other nicknames would he like to be called by? If it's Aspen calling him petnames, probably anything 😂 But I think he'd like it if Aspen called him 'honey'.

If Crowe didn't do the Blood Pact, how would he live or conduct himself? I think his knowledge and kindness would help him become well-known and popular in normal society. Even with the blood pact active, Crowe is a researcher who loves studying nature. I think he'd still do that and eventually sell his books on his discoveries. As for the other kind of job he'd have, he'd sell wild herbal teas/infusions together with Aspen. As someone who prefers to keep to himself and as an introvert, Crowe wouldn't really be interested in helping society or becoming famous. He prefers to do things for himself, nature and the people he cares about (Aspen).

I don't understand Crowe's thinking in the Yandere route. Why did he still spare Aspen and stick with theirs? Since Aspen clearly showed that they didn't like his actions, and Crowe could really drug them forever? Because he is completely obsessed with Aspen in the yandere ending. In the yandere route, Crowe believes he is in love with Aspen (he isn't, he's just obsessed) and is very selfish, only thinking about what HE wants, so he doesn't really care how Aspen sees him anymore. Crowe is determined to keep Aspen forever, no matter what he has to do. That's why he keeps Aspen in the cabin against their will.

I think Crowe's courtship is quite polite and slow-paced. In the route where he is Aspen's lover, could he be the one to take the lead in the relationship, like asking Aspen for a hug? Because I think Crowe might be too shy to ask for something like that directly. The dynamic between Crowe's and Aspen's romance, canonically, is teasing and being teased back. It depends on the choices you made in the story, but Crowe is also very flirty with Aspen when he wants to be and makes Aspen blush a lot as well. Both are flirty and both are shy, it just depends on the situation. In the game in particular, when Aspen is more flirty and eager, you get the TWISTED ENDING, but if Aspen is more neutral and shy, you get the SWEET ENDING. Also, Crowe and Aspen actually become lovers in BOTH the Twisted Ending and the Sweet Ending. It's just that Aspen is more shy in the sweet ending. In the Twisted Ending, while it's true that Aspen is more eager there, the time-skip shows both of them being lovey-dovey with each other.

Can we please get a fic about possessive/yandere Jack tunneling/tormenting his darling during a match? Something akin to the snippet of him we saw in the Emil and badly injured s/o headcanons. That bit had me barking, I need more of y'alls Jack 🙏🥴

thank you for enjoying that tidbit, detective! i am a very firm believer of slandering jack as much as possible but immediately making him attractive in the worse ways i could <3 he's a horrible man and i love that in him! please enjoy this food, and do bark more. if you do so, he might buy you a collar and leash. - mod orpheus

request: yandere!ripper tunneling/tormenting his darling headcanons pairing: [the ripper] yandere!jack x gn!reader warnings: general yandere behaviour, descriptions of blood & injury, near death experience

jack the ripper

to be the apple, or may i say rose, of his eye is a death sentence in of itself.

the ripper does not do “obsession”, or so he thought. it was a useless endeavour, to be so taken in by something or someone temporary, especially with what he does for a living. he assumed, be it person or item, it will leave and perish over time in his presence. more than anything, the only thing he ever thought he’d be obsessed over was his work. something he was very much okay with.

that all changed when he met you

everything about you captivated him; from your appearance, your movements, down to the way you speak. he was drawn to you, like a moth to flame, desperate to have you at any cost. he spent days, absent from matches, in his room. the curtains drawn, the lights dimmed, paint splattered across floors and canvases. art pieces, abstract, stylised, realistic, all pieces with you as its muse. with each brush stroke, his obsession grew, and grew, and grew. neither survivors nor hunters knew this was what he was doing in his absence. the survivors, more than anything, were relieved about him being gone for the time.

you were warned about him by both factions. you were warned greatly. jack, but we mostly call him the ripper, says the perfumer, was a ruthless hunter. his very presence struck fear in those who opposed him. he hunted with skill and precision, but at the same time was sickeningly nonchalant about it. he plays with his food, that disgusting man, whispered emma to you. a monster through and through, he even has the gall to flirt with some of us in the middle of hunts. every warning sickened you and made you fear the day you’ll have to match against him. that was why his absence was a cherished moment by both survivors and hunters. however, such a thing cannot always stay permanent.

eventually, the ripper returned, and everyone saw it was with a renewed gusto. a bad thing, stated the seer. he had his mind set on something, or shall i say, someone. you.

your first encounter with him was outside a match. the way he peered at you, eyeing you like you were a slab of meat for him to slice and cut open than a human being; it made you understand why even some hunters were uneasy [a great understatement] about him. though some hunters weren’t human, either changed or lived that way their whole lives, the ripper was a different level. he was... human, but he didn’t feel human. not even someone like the hell ember made you feel like that. something about him was uncanny, even if all he did was brush past you with a wicked promise of meeting once more. preferably in the near future, little rose, he chuckled out.

for a while, you thought that was an empty promise. wicked and terrifying, sure, but empty. the matches you joined within those days were with other hunters. you haven’t seen jack in a match with you for a few days at least. you thought he was just scaring you with that talk about ‘near future’- he’s had to be scaring you, no? that’s what a hunter like him would do.

you grew familiar with what arms factory looked like in the time you spent here. it was a ‘starter map’, as other survivors said. good kiting spots, fairly spread out rocket chairs, strong pallets. it’s the perfect place for newcomers, though you have long since shed that little nickname from the others. you, alongside the gardener, doctor, and perfumer, all sat at the table together, excitedly talking about what plans you may have for the upcoming off days. “i think i’ll spend time with coordinator,” vera tapped her chin in thought, “she mentioned wanting some tips for makeup. i’ll help her out then.” “sounds fun!” emma nodded her head and giggled, “i’ll just tend to the gardens again, as i always do. emily should join me!” the doctor laughed politely, a hand over her mouth as she did, eyes crinkled with content, “yes, i think that sounds fun. what about you?”

you paused in thought and shrugged, “didn’t really think about it that much, but i’ll probably find something to do sooner or later.” “you can help with the gardens too!” the gardener suggested, “the manor could always use more green thumbs.” “oh, yes, you could come with,” emily nodded in agreement along with the perfumer. the conversation was stopped by a smooth, honeyed voice humming from behind the curtains. all four heads turned to face it. silver blades pushed the cloth aside as the towering figure of the ripper spun through, bowing down in front of the table. attached to his back was an evil looking scythe, black and sharpened with flicks of smoke curling off of it.

your heart lodged itself in your throat in a bad way when the ripper lifted his head to look at you.

the game began.

right off the bat, he was ruthless. the ripper roamed the map like a wretched, evil, fog. he was playing with the doctor, it was clear to the three of you. he chased, he hit, and then he simply just waited nearby emily. you knew he’d be able to catch her easily if he just tried, but he was waiting. waiting for something, even if it costed him a cipher or two. the moment the second bell rang throughout the match, it was like the realisation struck all four of you. he was farming for presence. he wanted full presence.

it was like the mist through the factory thickened significantly as that happened. the ripper turned his back on the doctor and stormed through. even if he passed any of the other two women there, they were unbothered. perhaps shaken, a little scream from his chilling fog that brushed past them, but nothing more than that. after all, he wasn’t there for them. he was there for you. and you were made violently aware of it when you saw a sudden bend on the pole of your cipher. slowly, you lifted your head, fingers trembling over the keys, sweat sticking to the back of your neck. the fog shifted, unwrapping itself around its commander.

there, standing so casually over your cipher, and you by extension, was the ripper. he tilted his head, eyes squinted in delight. “hello, little rose,” he crooned. you slammed your hands firmly onto the cipher and lunged away, nearly missing the button to ping the girls. the hunter is near me!

the cipher in factory was finished, but the basement was there. however, nowhere else was safe for you to kite, as nearby would be one of your three teammates decoding a cipher. you had to take the risk. you had no other choice. you felt your heartbeat thrum loudly in your ears as you ran across the map, the ripper right on your tail. your legs screamed at you; a split of stop running, it hurts too much and keep running, he’s going to kill you. you had to dodge a foggy blade, seeing the black mist hit the wall and disperse right beside you. you stumbled in your steps, nearly tripping over your feet and falling. but you managed to catch the metal railing in the factory, using it to boost yourself some more distance away. not like it did much, as the ripper stepped through the fog and slipped past the door with an increased speed. he never downed you, no matter how close he was to you as you vaulted the window or a pallet for a terror shock. it was like he enjoyed seeing your discomfort, as you vault, as you run, his hand or claw ghosting against you lightly.

two ciphers later, the last one was on standby with the perfumer. both doctor and gardener waited at the gate close to the factory. but he still hasn’t downed you, let alone hit you once. it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying too much; he aimed his blades carefully in a way that would hit you if he was just a bit more accurate or if you were just a bit more sloppy. however, with the blood rushing through you and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you couldn’t afford nor even try to be sloppy. especially not against the ripper of all hunters.

seeing as he was doing nothing more but stalling at this point, you had to do it. focus on decoding! if only you did it a bit later, perhaps when you were in a more safer position...

the cipher popped, and it was like a switch was flipped in the ripper. with a manic exhale of his breath, you knew you made your first, and final mistake. you gripped the windowsill as you lifted your body over, a vault in progress. but as you did so, his claws raised, the blade wrapped in black fog before he swung harder than he would have usually. the black smoke that wrapped around you momentarily made the sting worse. through your clothes, your fabric ripped, and you felt a searing pain across your back. from the corner of your eye, you saw splatters of blood, but you knew there was more gushing out. your back was wet. warm, cold, wet. you crashed into the ground, a nasty, filthy scrape digging and ripping up your skin and irritating it. a scream ripped throughout your throat; one so loud and pained that you thought your chords were about to burst and split. it was a scream louder tha emily’s. it was a scream of true pain.

blood was rushing everywhere as you gripped your leg, yet that strained the deep gashes across your back. you knew he hit deep. it was painful. it was hell. tears streamed down your face as you sobbed and cried, choking up on tears as you looked at the ripper. he stuck his legs on the windowsill, vaulting over casually as if he didn’t just damn near break your back in half with one hit alone. he peered down at you with a cruel smile, head cocked to the side as he crouched down beside you. the lack of glowing red eyes didn’t excite you as much as it would have any other time. you only had enough strength to ping that he had no detention before you had to go back to crying out in pain, head turning away from him.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to a crouching position to crawl away, you could only drag yourself on your stomach bit by bit to try and gain even the most insignificant amount of distance to the ripper as you could. he let you do so for a while, but eventually gripped your leg with his unclawed hand. you were relieved at that. he was going to chair you, and your teammates were going to escape.

but he instead yanked your leg and twisted you, forcing you to slam against your back. the earth dug into the open wounds and you threw your head back with a pained scream. there was so much blood. on the ground, on you, on everything you feel. the ripper’s hold on you loosened, and you were subjected to his ghosting touch as he caged you in beneath him. “my, my, look at you,” he whispered breathlessly, very obviously happy with his work. he tilted his head aside, fingers brushing from your scraped leg to the inside of your thigh, reveling in how you turned your head away with a pained sound.

“now now, little rose,” he chastised lightly, but gripped your hair with a strength so tight it nearly ripped off your scalp, “look at me.” a breathless gasp left your lips as you looked at him, one eye barely able to open from the pain and stinging tears. “s.. stop... l.. let me go...” you sobbed. he haphazardly let go of your head, making you lightly slam it against the ground by the sudden loss of support. the ripper bent his back down, claws tapping against his face, chuckling as he gazed at you with a crooked grin, “just listen to that. what a precious, beautiful sound.”

he twirled your hair in his unclawed fingers, tugging your head up before abruptly slamming it back down again. “just like those fucking whores,” he snarled, “you cute, pretty, little thing... those breathless cries, those ragged shrieks, the last time i heard those were in the alleyways of london, my hands wrapped around some broad’s fucking neck as i break it backwards. my darling, what i wouldn’t do to gut you right fucking now. your insides, organs, everything, spread open on the ground for me, and only me to see.”

you could barely thrash away, sobbing and crying as you see the blurry figures of your teammates running to try and help you, only to stop abruptly at the bloody sight. “r.. run..” you force out through gritted teath, “get.. get out of here..!” “n.. no- no, emma has to help!” the gardener tried to run forward, but she was pulled back by the perfumer and doctor. “stop- stop it, what are you doing?!” emma cried, “we can help them! we- we can help- he has no detention!” “we have to go, emma,” emily urged as they began pulling her away. you saw the ripper start to grin at the desperate sight of the gardener thrashing and kicking, trying to run towards you. emma reached her hand out, screaming your name, sobbing just as, if not even harder than you have been as you see her figure get smaller, smaller, and finally, gone.

“now, do scream out as loud as you can. if you satisfy me, i might let you crawl your way out of here, whore,” he whispered the filthy nickname for you in such a sickeningly excited way, “let’s have some fun, shall we?”

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here's the nikolai art that i slowly worked on every time i wanted to procrastinate on an exam close-ups + template!! ↓

Kiss me Silly — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader

summery: kisses with some of the Homicipher boys.

tw: slight unrequited feelings (I mean it's in the game).

wc: 1.2k (~200 per character)

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling

❥Your first kiss is confusing to say the least. Mr. Crawling doesn’t know what your talking about and you try your best to explain what a kiss is and why you do it. “We touch lip” “Only someone you many like”. He doesn’t fully understand it, but you seem to like pressing your lips together, and he honestly finds himself liking it too. Any excuse to touch you is worth it in his eyes, and he finds himself wanting to do it again and again.

❥Thankfully, Mr. Crawling is a fast learner, and kisses go from sloppy to coherent quickly. Tugging at your clothes and chirping cutely in such a way you can’t say no. Kiss his lips, his forehead, cheeks, nose, he doesn’t care, he just wants your affection and you’ve open him to a whole new world.

❥Will give you kisses in return. In fact, it’s become a fifty fifty whether you get a kiss or head pats in comfort. When I say kiss I mean forehead kisses, he just finds it so comforting. If you’re really lucky he’ll pat your head and give you a kiss.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap

❥No. Sorry, but Mr. Gap isn’t a fan of any kind of affection. He barely understands the concept of liking someone! Though…you are strange. He likes messing with you, grinning devilishly every time he asks for your heart. He hasn’t had this kind of entertainment for a long time. Mr. Gap can’t deny he’s curious about those magazines you read. Why do humans do such strange things with each other?

❥After enough time, his curiosity beats his apprehension, agreeing to allow you to show ONE sign of affection. Just one though, and not for long. Tries his hardest to not back away when your face inches closer, watching you wearily as you press your lips to his. It’s weird, and uncomfortable, and his cold skin feels oddly warm. Disappears the second you pull away. 

❥Safe to say that kisses are far and few in between. Mr. Gap has a weird relationship with the sign of affection (or any). He feels awkward and doesn’t like how strange (vulnerable) it makes him feel, but on the other hand he has you try again, and he’s not sure why. Doesn’t want to dissect why (it’s cus you only do it with him and makes him feel special).

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair

❥Hahaha. He’s confused. He doesn’t understand your strange human emotions nor your fondness. You’re his test subject, and he takes some time to ponder over your offer. His scientist mindset takes over, thinks of the whole situation like a test. Sorry :/

❥Doesn’t move when you kiss him. To be fair he doesn’t know what a kiss entails, lets you take the lead. He’s confused when you pull away with a frown, your nerves clear.,,interesting. Notes the way you act in a file in his mind to go through later, your mannerisms are just the most intriguing. You have to teach him how to kiss first, he’s willing to go along with your whims as long as you don’t expect too much from the interaction.

❥Strangly, over time he finds himself expecting your affections. Cheek kisses, lip kisses, its an odd slice of domecity. He comes back from his research and you’ll greet him with a small kiss. If you forget he gets a strange hollow feeling…very strange. Will watch you until you realize he’s waiting for a greeting kiss, that nasty feeling leaving the second your warm lips land on his own. How very strange…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped

❥Looks at you weirdly. Why would you want to touch your lips to his? He doesn’t get it. Says no at first, but over time his curiosity gets the best of him. Demands that you pick him up and touch your lips together. Wants to know why you even asked. Gets a strange fluttery feeling (even though he doesn’t have a body) and finds the action oddly enticing. Demands you do it again the second you pull away, a grin stretching from ear to ear. 

❥You can only kiss him on his terms, but more often than not he’s demanding you for one. Always gets a giant dopy grin afterwards, basking in your warmth. He’s on top of the world when you shower him with affection. Leave kisses all over his face. Do it. Mr. Chopped will become a giggly mess.

❥Get’s a bit insecure that he can’t kiss you without help. He wishes he could just kiss you when he wanted instead of asking you to pick him up. But those thoughts are quickly squashed when you brighten up at seeing him, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. If he’s sleeping on the otherhand…don’t do it, no matter how cute he looks, he hate surprises, even if it’s just you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface

❥Uhm…I’m sorry to say but I’m not sure this is possible. Well, it could be if you tried hard enough. Mr. Hugeface has no idea what you’re yapping on about, you have to walk him through the steps (like bringing you close enough to his face). He’s giggling to himself as he strains to see you leaning your little head closer to his bigger one. 

❥Placing your lips to his is a difficult task when he finds himself grinning so widely at how cute you are. Can’t get enough of your kisses. Tries to kiss you back…at least he doesn’t accidentally eat you? Unfortunately, this sign of affection is a one way street, but hey! Mr. Hugeface can’t say no when you want to kiss him, it feels like little tickles.

❥Instead, Mr. Hugeface will pat your head with a finger (🙏 he tries his hardest to not squish you). Always coos at you, calling you cute over and over. Can you blame him? He’s so happy that a small little human is showing him affection! Sometimes he just wants to squish you! But he won’t…I swear, cus then he won’t be able to get any more kisses :( 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella

❥Oh boy. This guy… Won’t hesitate to do what you ask. Sure, he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about exactly or why you’d want to do such a thing, but who was he to question you? Leans down and watches you expectantly as your face inches closer, static thrumming inside his ears from excitement. Mr. Scarletella can’t deny how exciting it is to be so close to you.

❥Completely hooked the second your lips meet, his creepy grin spreading so wide it nearly breaks your kiss. I hope you’re happy, you now have a demon already at your beck and call ready to end the world if you promise him a kiss…well I guess he’d do that anyways if it made you happy. Notices that if he does things you like you kiss him more. Becomes a Pavlov’s dog situation. 

❥As boundary breaking and homicidal as Mr. Scarletella was, he won’t kiss you first. It would be wrong, you call the shots, not him, so don’t expect him to start anything. Watches you like a demonic puppy dog when he wants a kiss (all the time). Just…be a bit careful with this newfound power, Mr. Scarletella won’t take too kindly if you deny him what he wants (just a bit of a red flag…just a bit…).

I saw that post and tought of Victor<3

heyy,,,, -lifts up my sunglasses-

this is not a request, more like a fun question: how do you think your favorite id5 character would rizz up reader 😎🎤?

also could i become the Brazil anon please 🇧🇷

oh god Brazil anon I actually have no clue

I feel like Alice is the type to be somewhat bold with her actions. She doesn’t make her feelings for you dead obvious, but it doesn’t take a detective to pick up on the obvious signals she throws your way.

Orpheus on the other hand is not as scared though (in my opinion). When he’s come to terms with who he likes there’s honestly no hiding it now. He’ll court you like the real gentleman he is trust trust

Patricia might take a little longer, and is slower when it comes to flirting with you. When she knows that she likes you, she’ll go for it and drops hints when necessary. But that wont’t happen for a while mainly because she’s been alone for so long that she’s forgotten what it feels like to not have to depend only on herself.

Ganji is similar to Patty in the way where he’s been starved of the feeling of comfort and love. It’ll take him some time to come around to his feelings and, once he does, Ganji will doubt that you even feel the same. He will be slow to court you, but will get there eventually.

okay so I may or may not have gone off on a whole other tangent and forgotten what the actually question is,,,,but that’s okay. Hope you enjoy Brazil Anon!!!

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