#oc: 3375

[stridingwriter]

Sacrificial Lamb Snippet #2

Then, Leo opens the door to meet his patient. The door slams with a thud and he takes a deep breath, his shoulders sagging before he takes off his jacket. Yet from the corner of his eye, he watches as 3375 observes him, curious almost. "Hard day?" 3375 prompts, giving him a once over. "You look awful." "It's not anything you need to concern yourself with," he replies, pulling the other chair out from the table. Leo doesn't recall there being a pencil before, but there is one now. Perhaps they did give 3375 some of the stimuli materials that he suggested. "At least you look fine, no big changes." "Well," 3375 admits, sheepish as a smile flashes on their face. "I am bored." "You look bored," he then jests, taking out his clipboard again. "Did they not give you the papers to do something on? Puzzles even." "They did give me a chess set. Do you play, Leonardo?" "A bit. At least when I was in the army." A chess board materializes on the table, one that 3375 places with a thud. The black pieces on his side and the white on the 3375's side of the wooden table. He raises a brow. "I'm only here for your check up, 3375. Not to-" 3375 shrugs. "I'm sure they'll let you stay longer, it keeps me from smashing their heads in if anything."

[stridingwriter]

Sacrificial Lamb

Foreign elderitch creature becomes obsessed with their doctor who does their health check bi-weekly

This City, Our City

Local man in a fit of grief attempts to unravel murder mystery for his dead partner, ends up uncovering the city's hidden trauma instead.

Can you introduce your WIP in one sentence?

[zannilove]

Wash Day Date

Word count — 3375 Character(s): Nahoya Kawata, fem!OC- “Simone” Note — incomplete because Tumblr wont let me post the entire story in one post???

The falling raindrops tapped impatiently on the window mixing with the gentle sway of the early morning breeze. A shadowed figure sat in the center of a darkened room, only illuminated by the dull sunlight that struggled to peek through the thick clouds. The figure moved slightly, raising their arms to their head releasing a braided bun, the dark hair swishing down to the middle of their back. The person slowly started undoing a single braid with an exasperated sigh. A faint buzzing and loud vibrating filled the once silent room, it was an unwavering sound. To the likeness of bees warning someone that they’re getting too close to their hive. The figure froze, listening to the sound for a moment before grabbing their cell phone. 

“Yeah?” their voice was hoarse, the type of voice that rolls out when a person just wakes up or hasn’t spoken in a while. 

“I’m coming up the stairs.” the voice over the phone giggled.

The silver and black phone flipped closed and the figure pulled themselves up with an imaginary rope, waddling over to the door. A faint ticking echoed through the corridor, lights clicked on, driving out the darkness and replacing it with vibrant white walls, beautifully polished wooden tables and soft lush rugs. The mystery of the figure was washed away with the darkness, the light giving birth to a young girl. Her tanned skin embracing the newfound light, her black hair partly braid, partly waving for breaking free of the confines of its twisted prison. A soft knock at the door roped the girl’s attention like a lasso around a bull. She huffed through her nostrils that flared from the action as she unlocked and tugged the door open. 

Standing before the girl was a smiling boy. Her eyes scrutinized him, eyes narrowing as she scanned him from head to toe. His fluffy peach coloured curls were wet and slightly flattened by the rain. His softly tanned face was bruised and littered with scratches and scrapes, but he had a gigantic bright smile. He was breathing heavily, the shoulder of his jacket was torn. The boy lifted a white plastic bag into the girl’s view. She gasped as he thrusted the warm bag into her arms. 

“I brought breakfast and you’re gonna eat it.” He chuckled, pressing himself against the girl. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. The girl wasn't sure if it was the food that was heating her or was it ironically the bone soaked boy that warmed her. He was small, but his arms were strong around her. She trembled under his touch, but she didn’t understand why. The boy noticed that, cocking his head to the side, his bright smile fading into a concerned gaze. 

“Simone?” He questions. The girl grabbed his hand, yanking him into the house. Hurriedly, he kicked off his shoes stumbling behind her as she impatiently led him through the corridor into the living room. 

“You’re late, Nahoya.” Simone muttered sitting the boy down in front of a small table. The table was cluttered with hair supplies. The boy looked over the items, confusion still lingering over his face. “Did you get into a fight on the way here?” she huffed opening the food container. The steam wafted over the girl’s face. The delicious aroma tickled her senses and her mouth watered, but she scrunched her face up and flopped the container in front of the boy.

“I ran into some trouble, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle.” Nahoya smiled, tucking into the omelette. Simone grabbed a comb, moving behind the boy. She pulled his hair forcing him to look up at her. His bright peachy eyes shimmered in the light above them, her figure staring back at her. She smiled down at him, her sun kissed cheeks rosy and eyes squinted closed. Before he had time to react, she pressed her lips softly against his. Their lips barely brushed against each other before she pulled away, leaving the boy unexplainably breathless. “I’m sure you kicked ass, babe.” she whispered, parting the boy’s wet afro, slathering his hair in a pre-shampoo hair conditioner. Once she was done, they swapped spots. Nahoya began unbraiding the girl’s hair as she ate. 

They chatted about their days since they last hung out. Simone let out a small chuckle as the boy massaged the conditioner into her hair. Nahoya told her about all the mess that has been going on with Toman, conveniently leaving out some more painful information. 

“You guys just can’t stay outta trouble, huh?” she laughed offering him some orange juice. She pulled her knees to her chest and sighed, catching the boy’s attention. 

“What’s wrong, gummy bear?” Simone didn’t speak for a moment before turning to the boy. “I just don’t get why my parents don’t like you.”

Silence filled the air. The two just looked at each other, there were no words, no movements, just an empty air of silence as the pair considered the obvious. Nahoya let out his signature laugh, one that was actually quite infectious in normal circumstances, but at this moment it was simply an unexpected outburst. It warmed her to the core, but at the same time it felt like he was mocking her feelings. He grabbed her hand, squeezing it softly.

“If I was a parent…” he paused, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “I wouldn't want our daughter with a guy like me.”

Simone blinked at the statement as she slowly worked her wide-tooth comb through his tight curls, working the pre-poo deep into his roots. She decided not to say anything about his word choice, but instead barked out a simple disagreement.

“Stop it,” she growled, tugging at her boyfriend’s hair a bit harder than she had meant. He let out a low groan that caused Simone’s cheeks to heat up as she continued her objection. “you’re an amazing guy, Nahoya, just a little wild.”

The boy smiled widely, looking up at his girlfriend. Her brown eyes peered down at him, they were warm and loving as always. That’s what he liked the most about her, her warmth. No matter how much trouble he caused or how many fights he’d been in, Simone was always there with open arms. Warm and pleasant, ready to support him whether he was right or wrong. 

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Simone had instructed Nahoya to go and start the shower while she busied herself with straightening up the living room. Rounding up the multitude of hair care products into separate plastic containers and then tossing the takeout containers to the trash. After the living room was cleared out, she grabbed the hair containers and strutted towards the bathroom. In the hallway, Simone can hear the shower water from the opposite side of the door; it was muted. As her hand reached for the handle she couldn’t help but hesitate. This is the first time she would be doing something like this, sure she’s seen him shirtless. She’s often the one patching up him and his brother’s wounds after a fight. 

Once she walked into his room while he was getting dressed, but even then he was in his boxers. But now, she was going to see him for all he is and he would be seeing her. Her normally confident and assured cover slipped, her stomach was doing backflips, she wasn’t sure if she could do this. What if she doesn’t look how he expected? Then what? Before she could move or react, the door creaked open revealing the peach-haired boy and a cloud of steam engulfing his figure in its warm embrace. Her eyes jittered at his presence as she stood there silently looking at the smiling boy. 

“I can’t get the water to cool down.” Smiley chuckled, grabbing Simone’s hand bringing her into the bathroom. She followed him into the steam, her heart ramping against her chest. As she fumbled with the shower’s temperature knob, testing the water every so often, Nahoya ran his fingers up her sides. 

“It should be good now.” She straightened up, her voice was shaky, but she tried her best to hide it behind a confident facade. The boy didn’t respond, instead opting to pepper the girl’s shoulder with kisses, across her shoulder and up her neck. He snaked his arms around her hips pulling her closer to him bringing his hand up tracing her stomach pulling her shirt up, exposing her midriff to the warm air. 

“We should hurry before your parents get home.” Smiley hummed his other hand tugging at her shorts. 

“They’re out of town for the weekend.” She replied softly.

Simone allowed her shorts to slip down around her ankles, the boy behind her yanking her shirt up and over her head impatiently, spinning her around in the process. Her eyes widened at the peach haired boy, heart pounding against her chest. He slammed her against the wall, hands on either side of her head, quickly closing the distance between them. He pressed his lips to hers in an uncharacteristically needy rough kiss, a barely audible groan emanating from his throat. She leaned into the kiss wrapping her arms around the boy’s neck, drawing him closer to her. With a bit of hesitation, she dragged her fingers down his abs to the hem of his boxers.

They pulled away from the kiss, looking over one another’s semi-naked bodies. Nahoya’s carefree smile was replaced by a mischievous smirk. He cupped her face, placing another kiss on her lips, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Trailing those kisses down her jaw to her neck, his tongue tracing across the sensitive skin. The girl shuddered as his warm breath chilled over the saliva trail. Nahoya slowly pulled away, taking a step back from the girl. She looked up at him, eyes jittering as she watched him undress fully. Her eyes scanned over his body, breath hitching in her throat. Before Simone could pull herself together, her boyfriend disappeared into the shower.

Simone removed her panties, tossing them atop his boxers. A sense of disappointment washed over her as she lost herself in thought. Was he just teasing her? Should she have pushed things further? Is he upset because she didn’t react how he wanted her to? Simone knew that she was overthinking things, but it was just in her nature to wonder what would happen if she got in. Did he want her to go in there? Maybe she should do something else. The phrase cold feet had never been so literal as the heat in the bathroom didn’t extend its graces to her freshly manicured toes.

“Ya coming?” he purred, the smile evident in his voice.

“Yeah.” she blurted being pulled from the confines of her mental prison stepping into the shower closing the door behind her. Nahoya runs his soapy hands up and down Simone’s body, his lips connecting wet kisses on her shoulder and her body melting into his. The water flowing over their skin, Simone ran her finger through his hair allowing the warm liquid to wash over his locks. Smiley’s soapy hand’s caressed the girl’s body, over her curves, groping roughly at her breast, rolling her nipples between his fingers. A soft gasp rushing past her lips. He trailed kisses down her chest allowing his tongue to graze her hardened nipples driven by a lust-filled haze. Nahoya drops down to his knees, pressing his girlfriend against the freezing tiles of the shower wall. Stroking the smooth wet skin of her inner thigh, spreading her legs to drape one over his shoulder diving into her wet cunt, it all happened so quickly that Simone didn’t have time to prepare herself. “Hoya!” she heaved her objection breathlessly, but it was too late. He was like a starved man eating his last meal, lapping at her folds in a desperate attempt to coax all her juices into his mouth. Simone attempted to shift her weight against Nahoya’s shoulder, her doe brown eyes widened at how lost Smiley seemed to be in the scent of her cunt. He pushes himself deeper into her folds before he licks a flat stripe up her hole that’s clenching around nothing. This is the first time Simone and Nahoya have done anything like and the lewd image of him practically humping the floor and the loud, slurping noises of her embarrassingly wet pussy were making her beyond weak in the knees. Prior to now, the furthest the pair have gotten was a slightly passionate make-out session before being interrupted by one of her parents. This time was going to be different. He seemed impatient, a bit stressed; this was the exact opposite of the passionate, carefulness that Simone had been so accustomed to during those make-out sessions in the blackened privacy of her bedroom. Maybe it was the fact the lights are on, and she was completely exposed to him in a way she had never been, vulnerable and at his mercy. Maybe it was the way Nahoya’s face was completely buried in between her legs, inhaling her essence as if it was his life energy. Perhaps it was his unusually deep groans vibrating against her pussy when she yanked at his dripping wet hair that makes the cool air floating about the room suddenly feel so hot, her insides stirring in sync with her heart beats so loudly that she could feel it pulsing on her tongue. His fingers drag up her thigh, grazing over her trembling cunt as he breaks away, planting butterfly kisses over her lower stomach. Without warning, he sunk a single finger into her heat making Simone gasp, the mischievous smile returning to his face as he watched her. Prodding at her sensitive spots. After a few gentle thrust, Nahoya inserts another finger in an attempt to coax a more explicit noise from his girlfriend, but only receiving a soft breathy mewl. It wasn’t good enough. Shaking her head, Simone feels a pleading moan attempting to escape her throat as she grinded against Smiley’s hand. His tongue flickered over her sensitive bud making her legs tremble and press together. A rough hand spread her leg, gripping her ass and pressing her harder against the wall. As he restarted his assault on her needy clit, just like that she is once again completely at his mercy. Her hips rock forward, egging him to move his fingers faster in rhythm with his tongue as he drew in decipherable shapes, words and symbols over her. She threw her head back as a sudden overpowering sensation flooded over her body. Eyes snapping shut as she relished in the way his fingers moved inside of her in an expert fashion. Simone knew this wasn’t Smiley’s first time, but it still surprised her at how good he was. “Look at you,” he mumbled lips brushing her folds as he spoke. “So sexy.” He growled curling his fingers into a spot that made the girl see stars.

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[stridingwriter]

Oh this is fun question to answer. Let me break it out actually cuz two OCs do fit this perfectly. They end up on the opposing scale morally which is Funny:

Most Fun to Write: 3375 is everything that's fun about writing since it's all about keeping their dialogue unsettling but also like something a normal person would say. Love writing them and it's always a joy to have them in a scene even as they toss morals out the window.

Easiest to Write: It's Viktor Shui, it's always been him. I've had him for the longest and he's also been the one that I consistently revisit. He's the easiest to write and the easiest to get into the mindset of which I do appreciate but it also means he hogs too many OC interactions.

Tagging @cheshirewrites @bluejay-in-write @jessicagailwrites and @vicwrites-and-acts and anyone else who wants to do this!!

Next Question: What type of music is your OC(s) most likely to listen to?

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WRITEBLRS if you're seeing this, you're legally obligated to reblog with an answer, and then a new question for the next person!

Here's the start:

Which of your OCs is most likely to punch somebody in the face?

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Photographing the Milky Way (Sauble Beach, Ontario) | 3375 X 6000 | OC

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[stridingwriter]

Leo + Julius

Featuring: 3375.

A small glimpse into how they celebrate the coming year even through loss and keeping traditions.

Leonardo enjoys February even if he's not one for the cold. Rather, he's not one for winter at all but beggars can't be choosers. This year, for the first time in years, Julius invites him over for dinner. It's a home cooked meal by yours truly that makes Leo wonder what they could have been.

(Cato would have liked this meal, he thinks instead.)

"So you finally learned your mother's fish recipe," he prompts instead as he pulls out the chair.

Julius snorts. "It was only a matter of time. And she misses you. I've been calling her and she keeps on asking what happened to you."

"I'm a doctor." It's not much of an answer, rather, it explains nothing but he still says it regardless.

"Surely you have some time to take off."

"That's what I'm doing now." Rather, he's doing it for Julius because it's been five years since they lost Cato, thus, five years since they've done this.

It's difficult to ignore the empty chair at the circular table. But Cato’s not here, rather, he won’t ever join them for a meal ever again. 

Then:

"The food's getting cold. Sit, we have time today."

-

Technically, Leo isn’t supposed to sneak in food to the Faculty. But in reality, he’s beyond giving two shits about what they want. They may call it a lab to see how things act but at the same time, he’s never seen any of their subjects treated like a person. 3375 included. 

It’s why he brings some leftovers for them. It’s the most he can do for them in these trying times. 

Blight doesn’t even question why he has a box with him. He supposes that she’s tired of whatever he says at this point. 

Then when he opens the door to 3375’s quarters, Leo watches as their eyes brighten up and how they leap to their feet. 

“It’s been a long time, doctor,” they state even though it’s only been a week. “I thought you forgot about me.” 

“We see each other every seven days.” 

That’s when they see the box in his hands, the leftovers from his meal with Julius. He hopes it makes them feel less lonely these days. No one should have to spend this time of the year alone. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to bring me anything,” 3375 then says with a wave of their hand. It’s at times like this that makes them seem like a young boy, one that’s far too ashamed to ask for anything. Really, it makes Leo smile, just a bit. 

“It’s certainly better than the food they serve here, I’ll tell you that.” He sets the box on the table, then the chopsticks on top of it before he pulls out the chair from the usual spot. “A friend made it and I wanted to bring some to you.” 

A beat. 

When 3375 looks at him, it’s one that’s skeptical as if they can’t believe he’s doing this because he wants to. “Why?” 

Leo shrugs. “It’s the Lunar New Year and I thought you could do with something nice.” 

3375 then laughs, one that makes the air around him crackle with electricity. It’s glee, sheer glee and giddiness that they can have this for themselves. “I’m honored, doctor.” 

“Call me Leo, 3375.”

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[ao3feed-promare]

by Oripoke

A year after the second Great World Blaze, Galo is bored and Lio is nowhere to be found. When Lucia unveils her latest invention, it sends Galo far beyond Promepolis on a search for his wayward copilot. Meanwhile, Lio has bigger things to worry about, out on the fringes of society with all that remains of Mad Burnish. While the two track down missing Burnish and grapple with their feelings for each other, a ghost from Lio's past threatens to disturb the fragile peace they fought so hard to create...

Words: 3375, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Promare (2019)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lio Fotia, Galo Thymos, Gueira (Promare), Meis (Promare), Lucia Fex, Original Characters, Burnish OC

Relationships: Lio Fotia/Galo Thymos, Gueira/Meis (Promare)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Action, Adventure, Giant Robots, Motorcycles, Getting Together, Fluff, Angst, Burnish Politics, Pet Names, Galo has one (1) brain cell and its only setting is Lio, Dealing with your problems by running away into the desert and starting a bike gang, promare spoilers

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