#313 ocs

[altyem]

SLIGHT GORE/BLOOD AHEAD

An old, corrupted worker number 313. Black deleted them after they realized what Black really was. But the delegating process was interrupted by some... Strange occurrence, leading to 313's permanent damage.

They go by the name 'Em' or just simply 313. They're about 180cm tall (5'10). Em can be found in the hollow space beneath the Zen room platform. They've been forced to live here for a long time with no way to escape, what forced them to just explore the never-ending darkness. This entity is mostly calm and even lovley if approached quietly and politely. Yet if approached with aggression or anger, they would become startled,leading to the violent and merciless behavior in fear of losing all of their remains. They don't talk much. They nearly don't talk at all. They also hate when it's loud. It's overwhelming and hurts their ears. But they love quiet music. It calms them and silences the voices.

Their relation with Black is... complicated. Black wants to get rid of them sometimes, even if they don't do much. Whenever Black decides to pay Em a little visit, Em would get scared, but not attack. They've learned their lesson. They know better. Sometimes, they would have a normal, mostly one-sided conversation, and sometimes 313 would be destroyed just to regenerate again if Black felt like it.

313's damage, as earlier said, is permanent. The lost eye and an arm cannot be replaced or healed, even if Em can regenerate on their own, at high pace. Sadly, this requires a lot of energy, and they sometimes pass out when regenerating. Their body is too weak to handle this much energy usage in this short time. Also, their design is based on a woman.

Also a better thing- before the 'banishment' they've been given an emotional support octopus plushie instead of a Bucket, since Em had some sensory issues which Black couldn't fix (or didn't want to). They keep the plushie close at all times as if it was the last thread of their sanity and humanity. They have a fear of becoming heartless and hollow body with no mind. They would do anything to stay the way they are now. Also, their hair is fluffy and soft :]

Okay I hope it's fine :3 I've spent quite a lot of time on this and to be honest I'm pround of how it turned out. Hope y'all like it ^^

@blackkatdraws2 for the perfect idea of yours :3

[yoursminehourss]

starting a new dnd campaign today everyone say hi to laika <3

[chiropteracupola]

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blood of the ash-tree:

So too it had been wrong of Marcellus to borrow so greatly of Rowlandson’s vitality — the man had not been himself, and still Marcellus had delighted in making a meal of him. Rowlandson had not known what he had risked, and Marcellus had used him very ill indeed. Marcellus bit at his lip — not hard enough for his fangs to catch, but merely out of a habit he had not lost in all the years since he had been a living man. He reached out and stroked the hair away from Rowlandson’s face again, letting the heavy locks of it slip through his fingers. There would be hell to pay when Rowlandson woke, but Marcellus had made an art of cheating the Devil of his due, and had done so for hundreds of years before. He could face the wrath of one mortal man unblinking, if to do so was to know that he had not caused that man’s death.

[lluvioscatniptea]

Pressure OC

She has an ask blog now!!

@ask-z-313

[bruciemilf]

Pretty boys UP 🔥🔥🔥

[original-character-championship]

Bracket E Round 1

Poll 29

Kiru - Replica Vessel 0.1 (@hallowed-nebulae) vs. Cadmus (@marv3l-drag0ns)

313. Kiru - technical name Replica Vessel 0.1 (@hallowed-nebulae)

it/its

It's a bioengineered, cybernetic-organic god-killer who was implanted with a mix of false and real memories obtained from a smaller newborn god out of curiosity for what would happen. It's struggled with identity and is trying to figure out who *it* is independent of the god who's memories it was implanted with. It's disabled and uses crutches to walk. It's demiromantic and bisexual and is capable of some amount of shapeshifting. It's associated with moths and the cycle of death and rebirth. What's not to love.

It's about 5'3", in it's "default" appearance (shapeshifting makes this wonky). It's got iridescent white hair that goes down to it's feet, electric blue eyes with white pupils, and bioluminescent markings all over it's body. These include false tear tracks on its face, marks over it's spine, sternum, and mimicking a ribcage pattern on its chest, and a ring of bioluminescence around its neck; all of these markings are a white-blue save for the neck marking which is white-gold. Kiru has large moth wings in the pattern and shape of Hubbard's silk moths; additionally, it's got a USB cable for a tail with a metal "spine" overlaid on top of the cable, which allows for Kiru to move the tail due to circuits within this spine. It's got claws on its hands and feet and teeth in the pattern of a hyena. Its hair shimmers like gossamer in the light. It wears a gray long-sleeve t-shirt, a light purple cropped jacket, black leggings, and dark gray boots with black soles and a blue stripe on them. It's crutches have black vinyl and yellow metal.  It has a single tassel earrings on its right ear, with an ear cuff attached.

314. Cadmus (@marv3l-drag0ns)

he/they             

Because Dragon, because minecraft, and because they lost their home many times but keep going forward despite wars, despite disability, despite not knowing whats coming next, but knowing deep down that they have to protect those they love if they are to keep moving forward.

Bipedal digitigrade dragon with a long fluffy mane and fur on their tail ridge, with two pairs of horns (one straight, and one that curls around to their jaw). he is missing his wings due to losing them in a caving accident.

[chrysaliscreatorii]

[my313]

beautiful stranger ⟡₊ 🚎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ choi beomgyu

now playing 𝄞₊ ⊹ beautiful stranger - laufey

⋆ pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

⋆ summary: what better way to romanticise the commute to class than listening to laufey and re-living that elevator scene from 500 days of summer?

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: slice of life, university au, fluff, love at first sight, strangers to ???, crack-ish lol, also kind of loser simp manic pixie dream boy gyu, lots of laufey mentions and references, 500 days of summer reference (the i love the smiths scene if anyone hasnt watched but has seen it on tiktok)

⋆ word count: 1591

a/n: if ur looking for realism this isnt it ... this is me trying to imagine my own romcom. also my bad i think i got too carried away yapping and with too little dialogue. this is definitely self-indulgent but!!!! here’s my first post :) i’m thinking of making this a laufey songfic series for all of txt but depends on my inspo LOL. this was inspired by a girl on the bus who was tryna show me her taehyung lockscreen cuz she probably saw my soobin one HAHAHA. hope u guys enjoy :3

act i. looked back for a second  didn’t want to be rude i tend to fall in love on the tube

falling in love is simple for choi beomgyu. his eyes sparkle on default, glossy and rose-tinted - at least, on days where he can bring himself out of the university dorms. on most days, he finds that the world has a dull enough filter to put his pink-coloured frames to rest. he definitely thinks so every time he has to begrudgingly work on his assignments.

the universe decides today is not one of those days.

it really should be, though. the bus is overcrowded on a monday morning and he’s running on four hours of sleep after regretfully queueing on league with soobin and kai. he taps his foot impatiently, unable to hide his discomfort from all the squeezing and lack of personal space. his final saving grace is the tune of paramore’s the only exception from his headphones, only slightly distracting him from the screech of the tires and the chatter of freshmen. the public transport announcement for the next stop comes as a breath of fresh air for beomgyu as people rush out the doors. he breathes a sigh of relief and absentmindedly takes the closest unoccupied seat. 

it’s not everyday that beomgyu gets to see the outside world (willingly), so he decides to challenge himself on the remaining half hour he has on the bus. he blinks, once, twice, more. anything to keep him awake. 

the announcer’s voice fills the bus again to call for the next stop, but that’s not what wakes beomgyu up. no. the doors open and he catches a glimpse of someone’s cute plushie strapped on their bag. like a cat follows a laser beam, beomgyu’s gaze is fixed on the plushie until it stops moving. it’s right next to him. he raises his head, trying to be discreet and potentially avoid looking into this stranger’s face. unlucky as he is, beomgyu is met with your eyes almost immediately. his brain freezes in the way it did when he tried yeonjun’s mint chocolate ice cream out of summer heat desperation. it short circuits, and all he can think is so pretty; like it’s the only word in the dictionary, and right next to it is your name (even if he doesn’t know it yet). he swears he almost says it out loud. 

taken aback, beomgyu can only hold your stare for a second before quickly turning away. his cheeks flush as he attempts to appear nonchalant (he is anything but), fishing into the pockets of his leather jacket to find his phone. he aimlessly unlocks it, showcasing his ‘romanticizing & touching grass’ playlist at full brightness. he cringes, thinking how ironic it is to have laufey’s beautiful stranger playing as he quite literally tries to avoid looking at a beautiful stranger in real-time. half of him entertains the thought of you seeing it and sparking up a conversation, a meet-cute that rivaled the quirkiness of the elevator scene in 500 days of summer. the other half of him continues to sink into himself, cringing at the thought.

still, he lifts his head and quickly glances at you, his phone screen lit up in anticipation.

act ii. beautiful stranger catching my stare it’s fate we collided right then back there i wonder if he felt the same thing too innocent crush on the morning commute

the boy next to you has looked up thrice in the ten minutes you’ve boarded the bus. if he wasn’t the prettiest you’d ever seen in your time riding this specific commute, it definitely would have been weird. it’s even more adorable that he’s tilting his phone screen towards you, a laufey song proudly on display as his attempts of appearing casual throw him under the bus. 

you laugh to yourself, lips tugging into an amused smile. lightly nudging him with your elbow, beomgyu’s shoulders jerk as he looks back at you. he has his headphones on, so when you gently say, “i love laufey!” he doesn’t entirely understand. his eyebrows slightly raise in confusion. in the midst of taking his headphones off to hear you better, he stills when you move closer. your lips are too close to his already warm ears, and it certainly doesn’t help that you’re practically whispering “i love laufey” with the most unassuming, goofy yet endearing smile. your excitement must be contagious to beomgyu, because his embarrassment is quick to dissipate. you haven’t moved away. he’s not sure if you’re doing it on purpose - if this was how strangers on buses flirted. if that ever happened at all. 

“oh, um,” he starts off awkwardly, “me too!” beomgyu’s stumbling over words he hasn’t even had a chance to get out yet, they’re all rushing to leave his mind but the damned announcer beats him to it. your gaze flickers from him to the blinking sign ahead. by now, you were back to leaning on your seat and away from beomgyu’s face. you really wished time slowed down, but the next stop was yours. you pursed your lips and contemplate your next words. what are the chances you’ll see this guy again? 

“by the way,” you turn to beomgyu, expression determined like braving getting on a rollercoaster. “you’re really pretty.” 

the announcer cuts through the silence and you’re quick to be up on your feet, ignoring the rising pink on both yours and beomgyu’s cheeks. “it was nice meeting you!” you manage to squeak out. just like that, beomgyu’s lost you.

act iii. but my beautiful stranger will have to remain a stranger until i see them again

beomgyu’s gone delusional over the past week. he’s sure that laufey will be his top artist on spotify this month, all because of you. 

it’s monday again, his classes are canceled and yet he’s seated in the bus hoping to catch a glimpse of you. no, he wants more than a glimpse. this time, he’s certain he can do much better than a bunch of ums and awkward smiles. his posture straightens sharply as the bus makes a gradual stop. it’s yours.

this time, beomgyu’s quick to crane his neck over and look outside the window to make sure you’re there. the universe is kind, because there you are. the corners of his mouth rise on their own accord when you meet eyes, tapping the seat next to him that he totally did not reserve for you the whole ride. 

you’re pleasantly surprised by the pretty boy’s re-appearance, smirking while making yourself comfortable next to him. 

“i should’ve known you were one of the crazy ones. nobody listens to laufey normally…” you sigh, tone satirical and disapproving, but your expression is anything but. it’s obvious you’re glad he found you again. he wasn’t the only one squealing over the past week. 

beomgyu’s voice comes out more confident than last monday, playful yet baritone. “nah, you got it wrong. i’m only crazy over you.” you’re both looking at each other in silence before bursting into fits of laughter. beomgyu tries to keep his giggles polite by covering his mouth with his palm, but you’re flailing and find yourself leaning into his shoulder to muffle your laughs. 

that only makes beomgyu grin wider, lifting his hand from his face and training his eyes on you. he doesn’t wait for you to stop laughing, sneakily capturing your hand together with his. the sudden warmth melting your frigid hands makes you jerk away from the comfort of beomgyu’s sweater. you’re instantly faced with his wide eyes. before uttering a word, beomgyu cuts you off with a silly expression, eyebrows wriggling mischievously, “so that scored me a date, right?” 

“you’re such a freak,” you taunt. “i don’t even know your name!” beomgyu rolls his eyes, brows still raised comically. “you laughed into my sweater, i think we’re so past that.” 

“but since you asked… how about i give you a good deal?” 

“i’m listening.” you play along with his banter, nudging him to go on. beomgyu nods smugly as he lays out his cards, confident you won’t say no. you couldn’t, right?

“i propose that you get my name right now.. but only if you take my number too,” he says cheerfully. “great deal, huh? can’t get it anywhere else. a bus 11 exclusive!” 

you pretend to give it a thought, complete with a pondering stance and looking up at the bus ceiling in contemplation. when you look back at beomgyu, you can’t help but smile at his overly-excited puppy-eyed look. it makes you want to tease him even more, but you decide against it. your stop is threatening to cut this short again.

you bring out your phone, unlock it and hand it over to beomgyu. “gimme it then, stranger.” 

“it’s beomgyu,” he says as he types up his number. he locks your phone before returning it into your hands. “i’m saved as love of your life though, so…” 

“weirdo!” you shriek while opening your phone to double check. it’s just beomgyu with a heart. “i thought you actually did that.”

beomgyu laughs. the announcer’s familiar voice fills the bus again and it’s your stop next. swiftly, you open up a new chat with beomgyu, sending him a message before standing up and waving bye. he returns the gesture fondly, watching you get off and walk away.

once the bus starts up again, beomgyu sees the notification from you:

wanna hang tonight? :)

[mercy-of-the-ashes]

"Come on out boy! Tackle box's friends are here!"

The old bloke nods knocking on the wall. The young man shot up,got his glock, and the veteran's gun. A young boy walked out behind him, looking relieved.

"Tackle is out there I presume?" The young boy asked.

🐾@thelittleveterinarian

“Tackle?” Melantha swallowed a snicker. She didn’t mean to laugh, but it was just so funny to her.

“Yeah, she is.” Haruka grinned at the two men, now knowing they were safe. “Hi! We’re here to rescue you!”

[kamikikusan]

[bunnyscone]

ok so a male yandere vampire who kidnaps fem reader but is very patient with her. he doesnt force her to do anything and lets her set the pace... until she starts her period. he just keeps eating her out over and over, apologizing the whole time bc "he just cant help himself"

Hiiiii!! thank you for your ask!! I love vampires!! Especially yandere ones! I plan on doing a little ramble/fic or whatever you wanna call it on this :) I kinda ran off with the idea, lol, but this was fun to write♡♡

Male! Vampire! OC x Female! Reader!

kinks: Hematolagnia, Menophilia, Dub-con(?), Praise Kink(?), Pussy and Cunt (mentions). Female Reader! (MxF)

By hitting 'keep reading' you are accepting that you are 18+ and are fine with reading dark/sensitive content. (Don't like? Don't read.)

OC: Vincent (Male! Vampire!) - Words: 313 - Proofread? Nope :)

"I... I'm sorry my dear..."

The soft whisper of his voice comes beneath you, the feeling of his heavy breath hitting your clothed cunt. His nails dig into you as he draws himself closer, his cheek resting against your thigh. A soft whimper escapes his throat as he lets out a heavy breath, mumbling out to you with a groan, "You... you just smell so good, my dear..."

You let out a squeak as he plants a heavy kiss on your inner thigh, nibbling at the soft skin. "Please... just let me have a taste...?" He mumbles out again, his tongue pressed up against your clothed clit, his thick salvia pooling and soaking the already bloody mess your aching cunt made.

It's been weeks since Vincent had actually last touched you, too nervous and worried about scaring you off and ruining his chance with you. Yet suddenly now that your cycle has begun, you're all he seems to want to grasp and hold, no longer caring about how patient he might need to be around you. Your touch-starved body seems to agree with his grasping and holding, leaning towards him unknowingly each time he moves closer, holding you to him.

"A... Alright..." You mumble out, shakingly nodding your head as you slowly grind your cunt against his face, the feeling of it leading you to feel even more needy. He lets out an excited whimper, pulling you even closer as he frees your cunt, moaning softly at the sight of the bloodied and aching hole. His hand comes up, his fingers pushing open your labia as he eagerly laps up into you.

You whimper and clench around his tongue, your cunt fluttering around him as he drinks up more of your blood and juices, his thumb coming up to circle and rub your clit as you moan.

"Good girl... You taste so good..."

mwahhhhhhhhhhhhh love youuuuuuuuu ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა♡♡♡♡

[neteyamssyulang]

Morning Sex

Day 23

oc belongs to @zestys-stuff

Pairing: Ralak x Fem omaticaya reader

Warnings: Dom Ralak, Sub reader, Morning sex, P in V.

Word count: 313

Translation(s): knalupomi vonvä -> Fucking asshole.

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Mornings with your mate were the best, since Ralak was an early riser he’d normally get up and go out to hunt for breakfast before coming back to prepare it for the both of you.

Once breakfast was done, he’d go over to your sleeping form and carefully shake you awake. Today though you refused to wake up as you wanted to sleep in longer.

Again Ralak gently shook you hoping this time you’d get up so the both of you could eat, but when you didn’t get up he sighed in frustration.

Suddenly an idea came to mind, he knew you wouldn’t mind it since it wasn’t the first time he’s woken you up this way.

Swiftly he untied the knots of your tewng pulling it off your body before doing the same to his, he then moved to hover over you.

One hand he kept by your head holding him up so he wouldn’t crush you while the other he used to position his cock at your entrance.

Slowly he slid into your awaiting walls biting back the groans he wanted to let free while a shallow moan fell from your lips, by now you were awake but pretended to still be asleep.

Huffing Ralak slammed the last few inches inside you causing your eyes to snap open “knalupomi vonvä!” You hissed looking up at your mate.

He chuckled softly leaning down to kiss you on the cheek “Well, maybe my mate should listen then” as he spoke he rolled his hips causing his cock to brush up against your sweet spot.

Before you could speak again, Ralak pulled out halfway only to ram back inside, his pace was slow but still a bit rough.

“M-ma’lak..” you moaned reaching up placing a hand on his cheek, he smiled turning his head to kiss your palm “Yes pretty girl?” He purred.

[maned-wo1f]

My Klokateer oc, Klokateer 313 aka Alden. He goes by is last name because he doesn’t like his first name. His brand is messed up because during the branding ceremony, Murderface decided he wanted to try branding one of the Klokateers. With his carelessness, Murderface grabbed the brand by the hot metal instead of the handle, causing him to drop it from his hand and therefore messing up the brand on Alden.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 316. brb x oc

a/n: OOP A SHORTY(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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It was storming hard and Beatrice watched the large droplets hit the bar’s windows as she and Shells fixed the tables. Penny went home for the night and both women just watched as the huge dark clouds danced overhead.

Shells whistled low, “Damn, good thing we drove over here.” she says, leaning against a chair, “You good picking the kids up at your parents?”

Beatrice nodded, securing the last table against the gusts of wind that accompanied the storm. The rain outside lashed against the windows like a frenzied orchestra, "Yeah, I should be good to pick them up. My parents are used to the impromptu weather changes .They won't mind having the kids a bit longer."

Shells chuckled, “Yeah.” her eyes scanning the empty bar. "Kinda weird being here alone and in the rain,though."

“Well,Shells, the bar did close already.”

"True, but there's a certain charm to being in a closed bar during a storm. It's like we've got the whole place to ourselves."

Beatrice smirked, "You just want to raid the snack stash without anyone judging you."

Shells winked, "Guilty as charged. Aunt Penny would lose her shit…Let's grab some snacks and enjoy the storm. Maybe we'll uncover some hidden gems in the snack selection."

“Uh-huh.” But Bea does follow Shells, setting the broom aside, “Sure.”

The two women headed to the back of the bar where Penny kept a stash of snacks for late-night cravings. The dimly lit storage room smelled of aged wood and a faint hint of bourbon. Shells rummaged through the shelves, pulling out an assortment of chips, pretzels, and even a forgotten pack of gummy bears.

"Jackpot!" Shells exclaimed, holding up the gummy bears triumphantly. "How did Penny forget about these?"

Beatrice chuckled, leaning against the wall "Maybe they were hidden treasures, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. Or Penny just has too much on her plate lately."

Shells raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. "Speaking of plates, I also found some of those chocolate-covered almonds. You know, the fancy ones."

Beatrice arched an eyebrow, "Fancy almonds? Penny's stepping up her snack game.”

They grabbed the snacks and headed back to the main area of the bar. The storm outside continued to rattle the windows and the roof, but nothing was leaking.

Shells settled into one of the barstools, popping open the bag of gummy bears. "Alright, let's spill some secrets, Bea. What's the juiciest gossip you've heard lately?"

Beatrice laughed, joining her at the bar. "Well, besides Miranda trying to play mind games, not much. Life has been... eventful."

Shells hums, popping the pretzel bag open and shoving a handful into her mouth, “Nothing else?”

Beatrice considered for a moment, her gaze drifting towards the storm outside. The rhythmic tap of rain on the windows calmed her a bit. "Well, Rooster's still away on his mission as you know. That's a bit unnerving, especially with everything else going on." she pauses “This whole thing is like a soap opera, but with fighter jets."

Shells snorted, "Fighter jet drama. Now that's a show I'd watch. Who needs reality TV when you've got the Navy?"

Beatrice grinned, "True. Lives that are dramatic enough without needing scripted plots. But seriously, Shells, maybe we should make a movie about this whole thing once it is over, can you imagine?”

“Not gonna lie,we'd make millions!"

"We just need to figure out who plays the villain. I vote for Miranda. She's got the whole mysterious antagonist vibe going on."

Shells raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to cast the actual villain? That might be a bit too realistic. We could go for a surprise twist, like... Mav turning out to be a secret mastermind."

Beatrice gasped dramatically, "Mav, the unsuspecting mastermind pulling the strings from behind the scenes. He’d hate that.!"

The rain drummed on the roof with a furious rhythm, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the darkened bar. The atmosphere inside was cozy, filled with the warmth of shared laughter and the scent of snacks.

A lot of them.

In the midst of their playful discussion, Shells leaned back in her chair, a more thoughtful expression crossing her face. "On a serious note, Bea, how are you holding up with all of this? I mean, Rooster away, Miranda causing drama…"

Beatrice sighed, her gaze shifting to the storm outside. "Well,” she chuckles “Could be worse, Shells.But I'm getting through it, you know? One day at a time."

Shells nodded, a genuine concern in her eyes. "If this were a movie, you'd be the main character for sure."

Beatrice smiled, touched by Shells' words. "Thanks, Shells. I appreciate that. But hey, let's not forget you're the quirky sidekick in this movie. 

Shells grinned, raising her bag of gummy bears in a mock toast. "To being the best damn sidekick and creating our own blockbuster Navy drama!"

They clinked their imaginary glasses, laughter bubbling between them. The storm outside raged on, but inside the bar, Bea and Shells found a moment of peace and respite amidst the chaos.

“I mean,I’ll be honest.” Bea looks up when Shells said it, “I’m glad you are okay. Truly.”

Bea’s  gaze softened, her eyes reflecting a genuine warmth. "Thanks, Shells. I'm glad you're okay too. We've been through a lot, and I don't know where I'd be without my partner in crime."

“Does that mean we need matching superhero outfits?"

"Absolutely. Capes and everything. We'll be the dynamic duo, fighting off Navy drama and snack shortages."

After a while, as they polished off the snacks, Shells leaned back in her chair, a more serious expression replacing the playful one. "Bea, I know we're joking about this movie idea, but if you ever need someone to talk to about all the... craziness, I'm here. Seriously."

Beatrice appreciated the sincerity in Shells' offer. She nodded, her smile softer. "Thanks, Shells. Same goes for you, you know? If there's anything on your mind, I'm here to listen. We're in this together, movie or not."

Shells grinned, raising an eyebrow. "So, what would our movie be called? 'Fighter Jets and Friendship'? 'Drama in the Danger Zone'?"

Beatrice laughed, her eyes sparkling. "How about 'Wings of Resilience'? It has a nice ring to it."

"Wings of Resilience it is, then," Shells declared, adopting a mock serious tone. "Coming soon to theaters near you."

The streets glistened with rain, reflecting the glow of streetlights. The rain hadn’t stopped and Shells frowned"You sure you're good to pick up the kids, Bea?"

"Yeah, I'll make it in time. And I appreciate the company, Shells. It's been a strangely comforting night."

Shells grinned, "Sometimes you just need snacks, a closed bar, and a storm to make everything feel a bit lighter."

Beatrice nodded, chuckling. "True that. Thanks for being my snack buddy and partner in crime tonight, Shells."

"Anytime, Bea. Wings of Resilience, remember?"

"Wings of Resilience," Beatrice echoed, her eyes dropping to her phone to check if she got any messages before she grabbed her umbrella, “You okay closing the bar?”

Shells nodded, stretching her arms with a yawn. "Yeah, I'll handle closing up. It's just a matter of locking up and making sure everything's secure. Penny does most of the heavy lifting in the morning anyway."

"Alright then," Beatrice said, pushing herself up from the barstool. She checked the time on her phone, realizing she needed to head out to pick up the kids. "I'll leave you to it. Take care, Shells."

"You too, Bea. And tell the kiddos I said hi. I'll catch up with you soon, alright?"

Beatrice smiled, feeling a genuine sense of gratitude for Shells' company during the stormy night. "Sounds good, Shells. I'll catch you later."

With a brief wave, Beatrice stepped out into the rain, opening her umbrella against the relentless downpour. The streets were still wet, the reflections of city lights shimmering on the surface. She walked briskly, the sound of raindrops on her umbrella almost sounding like gunshots.

As she approached her car, Beatrice just looked around to be sure which way would be safer for her to go to her parents.

The rain continued to pour, never ceasing as Beatrice navigated the slick streets inside her car. The city seemed quieter in the storm, the usual hustle and bustle muffled by the downpour. She felt a sense of calm despite the chaos that had unfolded earlier.

She didn’t want to think about it.

Arriving at her parents' house, Beatrice parked the car and rushed to the front door, umbrella in tow. The raindrops clung to her hair and clothes as she entered, greeted by the warmth of her childhood home. Her parents, hearing the door, emerged from the living room with welcoming smiles.

"Hey, Mom, Dad," Beatrice greeted them, shaking off the droplets from her umbrella. "It's pouring out there."

Her mom  reached for Beatrice's umbrella before she could stop it. "Well, you're inside now. Did you have a good night at work, sweetheart?"

Beatrice sighed, a mix of weariness and relief. "It was... something. Lots of people at the bar."

“Are you hungry?”

“N-”

“I’ll make you some cocoa, wait here.”

Her dad, whose head poked out from his office, chimed in, "Well, you know it’s better than to say no. Come here, the kids are with me.”

Beatrice followed her dad into the cozy home office. The room was filled with the familiar scent of old books and a hint of coffee. Gavin and Aurora, were lying on a playmat, engrossed in playing with some of Bea and her siblings’ old toys. Nicole, looked up from her spot on a small desk where she scribbled with crayons.

"Mama!" Nicole exclaimed, a bright smile lighting up her face. "Mama!"

Beatrice grinned, bending down to scoop Nicole into her arms. "Hey, sweetheart. Missed me?"

"Yeaaa!" Nicole nodded enthusiastically, hugging her mom tightly.

Her dad,chuckled. "She's been asking about you all evening. Now that you're here, it's like a party."

As Beatrice settled in with her kids, her mom returned with a tray carrying steaming mugs of cocoa. Beatrice took a sip, the warmth of the cocoa chasing away the residual chill from the rain-soaked night.

“Thanks, Mom. This is perfect.”

Her mom beamed, taking a seat beside her husband. "So, how's everything, dear? Any interesting stories from the bar tonight?"

Beatrice sighed, her gaze momentarily distant. "Oh, you know, the usual chaos. Shells and I had to deal with some rowdy customers, but we handled it. And then the storm hit."

Her dad raised an eyebrow, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Storm? You drove through the storm?”

"Yeah, Shells and I were closing the bar when it began.”

"Hmmm.”

“What,papa?”

“Maybe you and the kids should spend the night here, it’s safer than driving home.”

Beatrice considered her dad's suggestion. The storm showed no signs of letting up, and the idea of navigating the wet and slippery streets with the kids in tow was less than appealing. She glanced at her children, who were now engrossed in playing with the toys, seemingly unfazed by the weather outside.

"Yeah, you might be right, Dad," Beatrice admitted. "Staying the night here would be safer."

Her mom smiled, clearly pleased with the decision. "Good. We'll make up the guest room for you and the little ones. It's been a while since we had a spontaneous family sleepover with you involved."

"Sounds like a plan," Beatrice agreed, taking another sip of her cocoa. "I'll text Shells to let her know we're staying here tonight."

As Beatrice sent a quick text to Shells, then paused when she saw Rooster’s text.

Roos (21:30)

Gorgeous, don’t freak out but…if you can avoid Miranda even more these coming days,it’d be better…I can’t explain much now.

Beatrice's heart skipped a beat as she read Rooster's message. She frowned, glancing at her parents, who were engaged in a conversation about the storm.

"Everything okay, dear?" her mom asked, noticing the change in Beatrice's expression.

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share Rooster's message. She decided to keep it vague for now. "Just some squadron stuff. Rooster is busy, nothing more."

She had to get more info later.

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STARTED WITH A PARCEL AT THE WRONG ADDRESS ⌕ 최범규

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Jun lying down, staring at the ceiling. They didn't want to get up even though they had a job at 10:00 a.m. Looking at the clock, it read 8:00 a.m. They sighed before groaning as they lazily got up from the bed. Walking to the bathroom, they got ready for the day. Taking a shower after brushing their face.

After putting on their clothes, they tied up their armpit-length hair before going out to check the mail. They didn't care if anyone saw their wet hair since it was hot summer autumn meaning it was 26°C to 32°C all week. As Jun opened the door, they saw a package waiting for them. "I didn't order anything?" Observing it, they noticed it was a parcel. Picking up the parcel, they read the address and noticed it was under a different name. "Choi Beomgyu? I don't know any Choi Beomgyu."

They went inside their apartment with the parcel before grabbing their phone and keys. Then closed their apartment door as they stepped outside. Reading the address carefully as they walked through the hallway. "Apartment 313," they muttered under their breath. "Wait a minute,"－looking at the door number, they realized it was their next-door number－"What the－how in the world did the mailman get the address incorrect when it is the door next to mine?! Are they blind or something?" Looked at the address one last time before ringing the doorbell.

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Within a minute, the door opened, revealing a boy with chestnut brown hair. His hair reaches down to his shoulders, just barely, in a sort of mullet. The rest of his hair is cut neatly, with some of the sides reaching down, stopping above his jawline. Their eyes travel to his bangs, which are cut just above the eyes. His hair must be dyed because some of the layers he has cut into his hair are different shades of the brown. His jawline is sharp, and his hair stylist must have wanted it to show because none of it touches his actual jawline, simply resting a bit past his ear.

"Hm, no," they bluntly said with no hesitation. "This parcel is for you. The mailman was apparently too blind to read the address and put it in front of my apartment instead of yours. Here you go and I will be on my way. Have a nice day, I guess. " They politely gave him the parcel before walking away. Beomgyu looked at the parcel before looking at Jun who was talking back to their apartment. He closed the door and opened the parcel.

It was from his mother. His mother gave him some snacks that she brought when she went abroad for vacation. Smiling at the letter, his mother sent inside the parcel. He put the snacks away before getting ready for the day.

Jun walked out of their apartment once again after getting ready for work. They made sure they got everything before locking their apartment door. Then walked to the bus to their job. With a sigh, they sat down on the bus stop seat, waiting for their bus to come. Once the bus arrived, they went inside and sat down at their usual seat. They watched the bus drive off from stop to stop until it reached their stop.

Feeling the breeze hit their face as they exited the bus. Lazily walked to their job. Jun worked as a graphic designer in a famous company. They don't really hate the job. It pays well and is quite flexible. Some of the co-workers are a little annoying at times. Walking inside the entrance, they were greeted by the receptionist. "Good morning, Jun." They smiled as they nodded. Walking past the receptionist, they entered their ID before walking to their office.

Greeted by everyone who was walking in the hallway going from place to place. Jun finally reached their seat. They put down their bag and clasped on their chair. Staring at the computer in front of them before letting out a sigh and turning on the PC. Once they enter the usernames, passwords, etc, they start working on their project that is due before the end of the day. "Good morning, Jun!" Glancing up, they saw it was no other than one coworker whom they worked with when they started working at the company.

"Morning," was all they said before laying their eyes back on the screen. "How was your morning?" The co-worker said, trying to start a conversation. They just shrugged. The coworker sighed before working on their own project. The rest of the day was busy for Jun.

After a busy day at work, Jun went home straight away. They decided to take a taxi instead of going on a crowded bus. They usually take the bus because it is less money for them, but they don’t want to deal with the crowds, especially during rush hours. Once they got a taxi, they went inside and told them the address before sitting back and relaxing.

Staring at the evening sky as the taxi drove to their destination. Again another sigh was let out. Once they arrived, Jun paid the driver before exiting the car. Walking inside the apartment and up the stairs to the 3rd floor. As they were about to unlock the door, they saw their next-door neighbor walking to his apartment. Was his name Beomgyu? He glanced at their way and smiled. "Good evening, neighbor!" They didn't respond, just gave a little nod.

As they were about to enter their apartment, Beomgyu stopped them. "Wait!" Jun stopped and turned to him with a blank face. Staring at them for longer than 4 minutes, he started to notice the black bags in their eyes and how tired they were. "Do you want to hang out?" He asked them. They shook their head before entering the apartment.

As the days got busier and longer, more bags started to become darker and eyes became more tired. Jun felt like their head was going to explode. They called in sick at 10:00 p.m. when they couldn't even stand up to do anything. They couldn't even hold their phone and typed the email until 10. All they want to do is to sleep. Until they heard the doorbell ring. Lazily went up and slowly walked to their door. Almost fell midway.

Opening the door, revealing their neighbor. "What?" They asked. "Wow, not a good morning?" Jun rolled their eyes. "What do you want?" They bluntly asked. This time Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "No need to be blunt." They sighed and rubbed their forehead. "Can't you get to the point?" He observed them before asking a question. "Are you sick?" "Duh, I guess you found out," they lightly chuckled, "Now tell me what is up." He pulled out a bag from behind him. "My mother got these for me and I couldn't finish them so here are some for you." They took the bag and looked inside. "Thank－" Before they could finish their sentence, they fainted.

Beomgyu quickly caught them before they fell onto the floor. He touched their forehead and his eyes widened. They had a high fever. "Did you overwork yourself?" He asked softly before carefully carrying them to their bedroom. Hoping they don't mind him stepping inside the apartment and using the kitchen, he cooked some porridge. He went to the cabinets looking for medicine for them to drink before entering their room with a tray of porridge, water, and medicine. He went to the bathroom and took a towel before putting water in it.

Then carefully place it on their forehead before sitting down. Observing around the room, he noticed the room was simple and comfortable. There aren't a lot of things in the room to make it look more open. Jun slowly woke up and noticed him. "Oh, sorry for entering your apartment without your permission." "It's fine," they said as they touched their forehead, noticing the towel on top of it. "I made porridge for you." He gave the bowl to them. They tried to hold it but were too weak to. Beomgyu chuckled, muttering, "Cute."

Jun looked at him with annoyance in their eyes. "What? I am weak right now." "Do you want me to feed you?" He asked. They looked at him then at the bowl. "Fine." Beomgyu smiled, scooped some porridge, and then blew on it before putting the spoon near their mouth. They slowly opened their mouth, letting him feed them. After they finished the soup with his help, they drank the medicine before laying back on the bed. He went to the kitchen to wash the dishes before returning to the room. Sitting down after he wet the towel again and put it on their forehead. He unknowingly smiled just by watching them sleep.

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Hello world! Long time no chat. I haven’t been writing much but I am trying an experiment with dear @basiatlu where I attempt to write a custom smut for her OCs. If this goes well, I may be able to actually take on smut commissions!! How… stirring

Anyway, long lost lover @thisliminalspacedaydreams tagged me in a WIP post so please enjoy some silly banter between Bosh’s delightful original characters: Zeke the mischievous ghost and Andy the surly art kid, forced to share a tiny apartment in the rather paranormal lakeside town of Springcliff, USA.

Excerpt from Paint Me Like One of Your Ghost Boys

An original smut by MissAmericanBi 💋

“Your little walk in the woods didn’t go well, I take it?” Zeke asks through a yawn, stretching like a cat in the last bit of sunbeam from the dusty skylight of apartment 313.

“Fuck you, ghost freak,” Andy the Almost Artist mutters as he stalks the two feet from the entryway to the kitchen, grabs a PBR from the fridge, and stalks the remaining two feet to the couch to sit unceremoniously on top of Zeke’s long legs.

“Hey, watch it!” Zeke manages to avoid having his legs bent back painfully by blinking into transparency and letting Andy slide right through his body. He shifts over and re-solidifes next to him. “You know I hate it when you do that. You always feel so… wet.”

Andy scowls and cracks his beer. “So stop laying all over my furniture. Can’t you go haunt someone else for once?”

“Aw, come on now Andy, you don’t really mean that,” Zeke needles, his long tongue flicking playfully in Andy's direction. If he were to wiggle a little closer, he may even be able to lick Andy’s stubbled cheek, taste the fresh air on his skin.

Zeke leans over and licks his ear instead.

“Eurgh, what is wrong with you?!” Andy splutters, cringing away violently and rubbing his ear against his shoulder like a disgruntled parakeet. “Ugh, and you made me spill my beer.”

Zeke tuts and turns somber. “Those things will kill you, you know—”

“Not this again—” Andy mutters under his breath.

“—would hate for you to end up like me… deceased. Dead. Left to haunt Springcliff all by my lonesome—”

“You literally just had one of your little cryptid friends over last night.”

“—wasting away in solitude, not knowing the pleasures of life—”

“You smoked all my weed and ate my leftovers.”

“—never again to feel the sweet caress of vitality beneath my skin, flowing through my veins—”

“He threw up plasma all over the bathroom.”

“—doomed forever—”

“I had to clean it up while you sang “Take On Me” over and over until 2am.”

“—alone, unloved—”

“And don’t think I don’t know you both fucked in my bed before I got home.”

At this, Zeke pauses mid-monologue, lets his mouth curl with a devious little grin. “Oh, darling,” he purrs in a voice he knows Andy knows means nothing holy is about to come out of his mouth. “If you wanted us to wait for you you should have said.”

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Stay tuned for more! We are exploring first times, vulnerability, ghost possession sex, and of course the requisite character growth through dirty talk. Plus a touch of voyeurism and lots of art metaphors.

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