Vibe Check Reforged (Pixiv Fanbox)

Those of you that are following me on Twitter/X (or in my Discord) may have heard me requesting examples of my earlier work that you'd like to see remade. Well here's the first leg of that. One of my very first comics, Vibe Check, remastered for a modern viewing audience. Also the introduction of a brand new victim for AKO to tease, Parker!

Anyways so... yeah.

Inspired by a documentary on holistic medicine she’d watched while high, Olivia concludes that the human face contains all emotional truths, and that the most direct route to reading these truths was to smother said face under her ass until it gave them up willingly.

Thus began today’s demonstration, conducted at random.

A loose semicircle of students formed in the hallway, not out of moral curiosity, but because Olivia’s performances tended to pull the same sort of crowd as amateur pyrotechnics or zoo feedings. At the center of it all, Parker lay in a heap on the school tile.

Her cheeks, not the face ones, glowed with what Olivia believed to be mystic sensitivity. Each caramel moon eclipsed Parker’s features, leaving only muffled snorts to suggest she was still alive.

Olivia nods to herself as she settles in.

“Ah,” she says, her voice oozing with professional authority. “You’re carrying a lot of tension in your forehead. You must be under a lot of stress.”

This observation was met with an approving murmur from the crowd as well as at least two predictable quips that she was under a lot of ass, not stress.

Over the past month, Olivia’s commitment to the art of face reading had only grown, bolstered by Amber telling her to keep doing it because it was funny. So far, every reading had yielded the same conclusion, that everyone was extremely stressed, which Olivia confidently attributes to the upcoming exams rather than getting a faceful of unwanted ass.

“The distinctive twitch of your nose…” She shifted slightly, permitting Parker just a moment to gasp before disappearing again. “I’m sensing a lot of anger as well. Is this accurate, Parker?”

Parker did not respond in the affirmative.

Parker did not respond at all.

Olivia tapped her shoulder encouragingly, as though coaxing a cat out from beneath the couch.

“See?” she said brightly. “This kind of repressed silence is very common in angry people.”

The crowd murmured again, some impressed, some horrified.