#JuneOC

[entomolog-t]

June is a simp.

----

SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW

I LOVE THEM.

I have had this stupid thing in my wips since PRE Valentine's Day and I have finally finished.

Getting better with clothing and folds, but frankly it only makes sense 20% of the time 🙃 Also enjoy me dressing Aedes in progressively sluttier more breathable outfits everytime I post him.

[estheimart]

June and one of my oldest Oc’s. Who remembers Beredan? I miss these boys so much.... I did this to distract myself a bit from the large amount of homework I have. Please, send help. #june #juneoc #amaranth #beredan #nightingale #oc #ocs #originalcharacter #redhead #myoc #traditionaloc #lgtbi #bisexual #bisexualcharacter #chaoticneutral #maybe #drawing #mydrawing #traditionaldrawing #art #myart #traditionalart #yomequedoencasa https://www.instagram.com/p/CBLTZ4aqNTf/?igshid=1wcavrpf40j3l

[lichelet]

✛Twitter ✛ Patreon ✛ Instagram ✛ DeviantArt ✛  FurAffinity ✛

[skeletons-to-ashes2-blog]

Happy Birthday, My Dearly Beloved

Pairing: June/August

Characters: June, August, Sabrina (June’s Furfrou), Curium (August’s Luxray), and Erbium (Fennekin)

Point of View: Third person

Author’s Notes: They decided to let him have it (June and Aza outvoted Noah, possibly out of spite.) I don’t know if I agree with their choice. If you kill it, mister, I won’t be happy with you.  Also, I’ve described his house so many times before that I’m not bothering to go into detail in this one. I won’t have time to do this on Sunday. So, happy early Birthday (17th), August! This is so bad.

A gentle and persistent thud pounded against the already abused door, forcing an annoyed groan from the mouth of the loyal lion within. Crimson hues lazily lifted up from the white carpet, head not quite willing to follow suit just yet, as he flexed his paws against the soft surface. His tin tail flicked against the ground, as if to say, “It’s not my turn.” But the two other monsters residing within the home didn’t respond to his order. A glare making its way towards the orderly bed in the corner of the room where the shell and vulpine were cuddled up on top of. Lazy bastards, simply because it was too early for them. He scoffed. They were hardly worthy of his trainer.

He offered the door positioned behind him a glance. The soothing sound of the water carefully shifting out from the shower beat against his sensitive ears. He doubted his beloved trainer could hear the knocking, but the longer he took to answer it, the louder it became. With a huff, he tore his gaze away from the bathroom door to force his body onto his sturdy legs. Offering one last glare to the two monsters on the bed, he trotted out of the bedroom to cross over the living room to the door seated in the center of the tiny house. Leaping up to place his front paws against the door, he peeks through the window before jumping down and tugging the door open.

“Good morning, Curium,” Came the familiar voice. The lion’s ears twitched at the sound of his name, glancing up to the blond man, offering him only a brief shake of his tail before allowing him into the house. Eying the bundle that was wrapped up within his strong arms. The sight of which had distracted him from the canine that followed in after her master. A gentle yip of greeting finally bringing his attention to the poodle, her tail wagging as she pressed her nose to his. He returned her greeting with a huff, rubbing his head against her thick fur before deciding that was about all of the affection he could waste for the time being.

“Sabrina found something while she was patrolling. I figured since it’s his birthday, he can do whatever he wants with it.” Curium nodded in disinterest, though he understood what was being said to him. With that, June set the tiny bundle on Sabrina’s back, tying the torn blanket it was wrapped up in around her to ensure that it wouldn’t take a rather painful leap. He wasted little time in wandering into the bedroom, flicking on the lights despite the groans of protests from the two creatures still sleeping on the bed.

“August,” He knocked on the bathroom door, keeping his voice soft despite its naturally harsh tone. Yet, he wasn’t given an answer from the other side of the door. His gaze shifting to Curium for a reason, but he lion only stared intently at the door. “I’m coming in.” That was the only warning he gave before he promptly opened the door as Curium pushed past him.

“I told you if you’re not doing well to call me,” June sighed, moving past the overprotective lion to kneel in front of the bathtub. A smile ghosted over the smaller man’s lips as he lifted his head from where it had been hanging over the side of the tub. Weakly removing himself from leaning heavily on the hard surface of the tub, but failing to keep himself sturdy enough to remain stable, falling forward into June’s arms as he reached up to catch the man.

“That would result in a boring day,” He responded under his breath, earning a sigh from June as he reached over the man to shut off the water.

“Honestly…” June groaned before turning to the lion. “Curium, get me a towel.” The Pokemon snorted at the order, but yanked a towel from where it sat on the rack, understanding that if June were to let go of his master that the man would smack his head against the tub. “

“Thank you.” Another snort that June ignored to quickly rub down the other man with the towel. “You could’ve tried not to get sick today.” He pulled August onto his feet, gingerly removing him from the tub without any protest. “I’m picking you up.” Once again that was his only warning before he easily lifted the frail man into his arms and carried him from the bathroom.

“Why?” June glanced down at the man in his arms, confusion toying in August’s tired eyes.

“You’re an asshole. Today’s your Birthday.” He ignored the rather pathetic laugh that fell from the man’s lips at the words.

“Is it? I suppose I forgot then. Thank you for remembering, June.” A smile painted itself across his smooth his features, something that June easily ignored in order to set the man down on his bed while Curium removed the two sleeping monsters from it.

“Seriously, you remember mine, but you can’t remember your own?” He sat down on the bed beside the other, leaning August against his chest out of fear that the man would fall over at any given moment. One arm wrapping itself around his shoulders, the imagine odd to look at. June’s rather muscular form against the others slim, even frail looking one. But the younger made no protest, simply leaning more into the warmth of June’s body.

“Why wouldn’t I remember yours? I promised you I would always remember it.” His voice was soft, making it hard to hear despite hoe quiet the home was. Crimson hues slipped shut as he found comfort in the others warmth.

“You’re impossible.”

“So are you.” June brushed off the comment, tapping his leg with his free hand to have Sabrina come over to him. Untying the knot that kept the bundle attached her to bring it into his lap.

“Sabrina found him when she was out. He’s yours. Consider him a Birthday gift.” He unwrapped the bundle, revealing a tiny, yellow fox. The creature’s paws clawing at the air helplessly in confusion as to why his bed had been taken from him, small yips emerging from his mouth. He gently pressed the creature against August’s chest, willing the man to open his eyes and take the animal from him.

Eyes opening slowly, August reached up to take the fox from June’s hands while the others wrapped around his own to support him. Fearful that August wasn’t strong enough to hold the kit at the moment. He ran a hand weakly down its warm fur, gingerly rubbing the creature’s head to calm it down, easily subduing it.

“Something probably got its parents,” June stated, hands still supporting August’s, as the man brought he creature to his chest, cradling it like one would a baby.

“It was Noah’s,” June glanced at August as the words weakly left the man’s mouth, “What killed its parents, was Noah’s hyena,” He explained, sensing the confusion he had caused the other. “I can tell.” He turned over the creature’s right front paw to reveal a small scratch that marked the creature. “From that.” His eyes shifted to met Junes, a laugh falling from his lips at the mild confusion that the others were displaying. “I’m not in ARC for being talentless, June.”

“I know, I know. Are you gonna keep him, or are you gonna let her finish the job she started?” He pulled the man closer to him, a smile forming on his features as he watched how carefully the other treated the kit.

“I’ll keep him, of course, you gave him to me. I’m glad, he’ll be here to fill the void when you’re out.” He offered June a smile, pressing his forehead into the man’s chest.

“You��re the only person I know that can say shit like that.” He rubbed the man’s back soothingly. “You’re gonna make Curium jealous if you baby it.”

“Maybe it’ll make you jealous, too.” 

[entomolog-t]

Just imagine me tossing this comic out to you guys like I'm feeding pigeons on a park bench.

pspspspsp - Come get some angst.

---

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I am just so happy to post it and stop obsessing over the facial anatomy that I flubbed.

[entomolog-t]

Can I squeeze tiny vampire man in a loving way

Did you say loving?

I thought you said emotionally devastating

My bad.

----

A lil sneak peak at a comic/tiktok I've been working on

I think I like the creepy lil blackened hands for Aedes.

[entomolog-t]

Promptober repost of Cozy where the blush isn't all wack.

Looked fine on desktop but when I viewed it on mobile...

Screams.

Anyways!! Fixed it 🫡💖

[entomolog-t]

Aedes has two moods:

1 - oh no big scary woman 😰😖😫

2 - oh yes big scary woman 😏😍😋

Aedes pullin' an absolute baddie with that Scared-lil-guy rizz

[entomolog-t]

Full size not meme-y version of these two <3

I've been playing around with some alternate fits for Aedes (not necessarily design change but more so givin' him some options)

I like a lil mix of like 50-60s with some vaguely Victorian elements.

[entomolog-t]

Alexa, play Hungry Eyes.

----

This is a lil sketch from a fun lil AU idea, where Aedes grows a little bit everytime he feeds 👀 ...Gotta figure out a fun name for this au

[entomolog-t]

Full colour lets gooooo!

G/t lipstick kisses are just immaculate.

----

Part of some sketches from a fun lil Bite Me AU where Aedes changes sizes based on how much he's drank (Definitely planning on writing/drawing some shorts for this AU- I just love the extra dynamic it adds of Aedes being a bit more dangerous the more June lets him feed 👀 )

[entomolog-t]

Third promptober promt, Cozy!

Aedes fell asleep mid-feeding- something about being cradled in a warm hand is rather... comforting.

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me

My first OCs June and Aedes are finally getting their story told!! I'm so excited to finally be posting this. This chapter acts as a sort of prologue to their OG lil comic. I'm very happy to announce I've got 10 or so chapters already written so for the next little while I'll be uploading this story weekly!

- - - -

Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Word count: 759

CW: Vampire adjacent mild gore (mentions of blood, drinking blood)

Darkness had always been a comforting embrace to Aedes. There was an innate safety amongst the shadows, and a beautiful stillness under the light of the moon. Still- but not quiet. The night, in all its ethereal splendor, held a delicate symphony; Wood frogs and crickets sang with fervor, the leaves in the canopy above whispered subtle secrets, and the thrum of a heartbeat rang out in the distance- a sirens song to someone like him. 

Aedes listened intently, following the slow rhythmic beating with well practiced ease- a predator stalking its prey. His mouth watered. It had been so long since he last fed. This rural town afforded him a certain safety, but the cost of less frequent feeding was a hard price to bear. He was starved. Hunger gnawed at his insides, relentless and unforgiving in its demand to be sated, the alluring call of a potential meal pulling him forward as if it were reeling him in. 

He felt almost as if he were in a trance, his fixation on the thrumming causing the world around him to fade away. The nightly sounds seemed to dissolve more and more into the ether with each percussive beat. He followed the beat, his steps marching in time as if dancing to a stranger's most intimate song. Like a doting partner, he let the song lead him, each beat bringing him closer and closer to the unwitting musician. 

There he stood, a quaint two story home before him, its sage green siding looking at home within the menagerie of plant life growing wild around it. As he scanned the building, his eyes fell on an open window. He smiled. It seemed the people of rural towns found a certain safety here as well. 

With the utmost care, he heaved himself up, sliting the screen along its edge as he climbed through the window. He paused, taking in a deep breath as he perched on the window sill. Closing his eyes, he drank in the smell. A scent, smooth and sweet filled his lungs, so tempting it made his breath hitch. His hands shook, and his heart pounded with anticipation- His more desperate instincts calling on him to rush towards that effervescent scent and abandon all rationality. Patience. He steadied his breath, letting his urges feed his excited anticipation. 

A woman lay right there beneath him, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her heart. Bathed in the pale light of the full moon, he marveled at her ambrosian beauty. Under the glistening light, her soft and subtle skin looked as though she was made of milk and honey, her nectarous lips full and blushing, the sight of their colour teasing hints of that… vigor that flowed so closely beneath her skin. 

And her neck-

He found himself baring his teeth involuntarily, his body begging for him to drink. 

She lay with her head to one side, such an innocent position filling him with such a potent hunger, as if she left herself open and vulnerable just for him. Adrenaline and hunger mingled together, dizzying in their intensity. His own heart thrummed alongside hers, beating much more wildly- a symbiotic dance between predator and prey, the thrill of the hunt intertwining with that ever-present dread of being caught. 

He couldn't wait any longer. 

Silent as the dead, he descended on her- his movements fluid despite their uncanny speed. The call of her heart beckoning him, compelling him to indulge.

Indulge he did.

His teeth sliced into the flesh of her neck, her soft skin offering no hint of resistance to his bite. He suppressed the urge to groan.

The taste - he shivered. 

She tasted like life.

On his tongue, she was a reprise. Her warmth filling him- her blood rejuvenating and invigorating. His mind felt dizzied, dancing on a drunken high he never quite understood. He felt a stupor come over him and welcomed it, riding out the bliss as he drank. 

An oasis is she,

So sweet on my tongue,

If I could drink my fill I would drown- 

He gulped with a primal desperation, his gluttony feeling boundless.

Such an insatiable creature am I,

You, the ambrosia my lips pursue 

Dear, my hunger consumes me,

please, let me consume - 

Her breath hitched. 

Suddenly, the night was no longer still.

In the blink of an eye, his world shifted- or more accurately, flipped- as gravity suddenly ripped him away from his indulgence. His mind reeled, desperate to understand what was happening.

To his horror, he found himself falling. 

[entomolog-t]

Just a lil kith 😙

--- 

AHH this isn’t even G/t July related I just had such brain rot over the thought of Aedes being both scared and flustered as June kisses him on his chest/stomach?? Like?? The stomach is both super vulnerable and super intimate, so that primal part of his brain is just screaming that this isn’t safe, while the other half of his brain is just spinning over physical affection?? 

Gimme the fluffy fear play. 

Definitely want to color this, maybe play around with the pose a bit... might make this into a lil comic for one of the G/t July prompts, who knows?

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here!! Slight deviations from the OG lil comic, but that just means I will have to redraw it. Aedes is having a pretty rough night.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien

- - - -

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Word count: 1686

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language

June Murphy sits bolt upright, awaking to a sharp pain on her neck. A small but significant weight falls onto her lap as her mind blinks away the remnants of a dream. Confused, she looks down, squinting in the dark of her room. There was something on her lap- 

It moved.

The sudden movement catches June off guard- a startled yelp escaping her lips. Something was in her bed. Something alive. Was there a mouse in her bed?? A rat?? The… thing takes off, scrambling in a way that causes her unease to rise. It didn't move right- It's limbs too long for a rodent, it's body far too thin. What could it- before she could finish her thought, it stood. 

She didn’t scream - she couldn’t. Fear seemed to constrict her voice into some strained combination between a gasp and a yell. 

What the fuck was in her bed!?

This felt like it should be a dream... but everything, despite the absurdity, felt very, very real. Yet, as if under the influence of some bizarre feral instinct, she feels like a bystander as she watches her hand shoot out, catching the figure in a tight fist. As soon as her fingers clasp around it she feels it squirm and thrash within her grasp, weird not-rodent legs kicking wildly. She shudders. It… it was snarling… was it feral? She feels as it claws into the flesh of her palm and a sense of dread wells up along with the pain; What if this thing was rabid?  

In the dark of her room, June struggled to make out details, but whatever it was it did not like being caught. Steeling her nerves, she hesitantly brings it closer to her face. Her movement seems to only result in more frenzied struggles from the…the… What the Hell was that??

She blinks. 

The scene before her is beyond surreal. A man- a very tiny man- thrashed about wildly in her grasp. As her eyes adjust to the dark, they meet with its- his own; wide with horror. 

Her gaze falls to his lips- smeared red with blood. It gives a terrified little cry, sounding all too human in its fear.

All at once, June was wide awake.

It… it really was a man. A very tiny and very terrified man in her hand… A million questions seem to sound off at once in her mind. Was it really a man?? Maybe he was some sort of …creature?? Could he speak? Why was he in her house? Her last question fills her with a growing sense of horror at the snarling being in her hand…Why… Why was he in her bed?

The creature snarls, and before June has time to react- the creature bites, her hand releasing reflexively. She watches in horrified fascination as the thing jumps, diving off the side of her bed, its desperation all too clear in the way it scrambles to its feet.

The tiny frame of the… the what? The creature? The word felt wrong in her mind. That was no creature. That… that was a man. She watched as the tiny frame of the something darted around the corner of her desk. June felt like her brain was on autopilot. In a flash she was out of bed and dropping to her hands and knees, sliding herself in place between the door and the…. The… being. 

“No, no, no, no-” A flurry of desperate words came from the creature. June drew in a sharp breath at the sound… It could speak. For a second, the thought sent a shiver down her spine. What the Hell had she found? As her eyes strained to adjust in the dark, she began to make out more details in its form. It moved erratically; head on a swivel- until its gaze settled on her… She felt uneasy. It looked intelligent… It looked like a man.

He was long limbed and lean, with a mess of black hair cut short at the sides. Her eyes were drawn to his ears, long and pointed and certainly not human. Was he an… elf ? A fairy? Despite him being directly in front of her, her mind dismissed the thought. That was ridiculous… Though, this whole situation was ridiculous, wasn’t it? 

His chest heaved he backed himself into the corner of where her desk met the wall. It… he stared up at her, his large ears pinned back. She thought she might have glimpsed tears glittering in those tiny eyes… but more unnervingly, she could very easily see the blood on his lips. As he catches her eyes on his face, he frantically wipes the blood away- his movements unnaturally quick. 

"Please." His voice, far deeper than she would have expected, cracked as he spoke. The sound made June wince, "Don't…" He stared up at her, eyes wide as he choked out his words "-hurt me."

His words caught her off guard- why would she… she wouldn’t-  oh.  June sees the way the little man holds his side. Had she hurt him when she grabbed him? She hadn’t meant to but… she certainly hadn’t been gentle in her panic either. 

"Oh… no-I …I would never…." June struggled to find the words. She was still battling with the absurdity of the situation and his near palpable fear seemed to catch her off guard. For a moment, a fraction of the tension leaves the little man's frame. Almost as if acting on its own, June’s hand slowly reaches forward, wanting to comfort the pitiful sight. 

The movement, however subtle, did not go over well. The man fell back, his back pressed firmly in the corner of her desk and the wall. Had there been even the slightest gap between the two June had no doubt he would have shoved himself between the two to avoid her touch. His face twists to a look of complete terror- eyes desperate and pleading.

“No! No, please!”  She froze. Never in her life had she heard a voice so filled with fear, “Stay away from me!” June immediately withdrew her hand. His chest rose and fell with such speed it made her sick to her stomach. She felt her throat tighten… the thought of causing someone so much distress was overwhelming to the point of suffocating. She racked her brain for something-anything to say, but his shakey words interrupted her frenzied thoughts. 

"Are you trying to catch or-" his voice faltered, "-kill me?"

Oh.

She grimaced. June didn't like that question… mainly because she was all too aware of her answer. 

"If I'm being honest," she began, the words feeling like sandpaper on her tongue, "I do want to …um, catch you." She cringed. The word itself seemed to catch on her tongue..it felt dirty. You didn't catch a … a person. Was that what he was? But people… well people certainly weren't this small- And he was in her house! At the very least she deserved some answers... But even as those thoughts rose in her mind she knew all too well that they were just justification for a much greater force at play; curiosity. For a brief moment, the little man's breathing stops, his jaw agape, frozen from her admission. June watches as he looks quickly to her side, clearly looking to make a dash, then thinking better of it. As his eyes square back to her there seems to be a shift in his demeanor. She fumbles with her words, trying to elaborate in a way that doesn’t sound so blatantly awful, “I mean- It.. its not-”

“-And what if I don’t want to be caught?” There's venom in his words. His voice is angry… accusatory, but most potent of all, his voice is racked with fear. The raw emotion distills an unease June, as if the potency is just too much to take in. There was no lying to herself, no pretending she was unaware. Even in the dark corner of her room his fear was clear as day, and she knew without a doubt she was the source. Yet, his fear of her wasn't quite the source of her unease. No… it was that she knew she had all the power to stop it. She could just let him leave, whatever he was… but she wanted- no, she needed answers. She refused to outright think it, but the concept was still there in her mind, abstract and untouched; Until she got answers, his feelings came second to her own. 

“If you didn’t want to be caught by me, then just what were you doing in my house?” 

All at once he goes rigid. Petrified.

Shit. 

June swallows her frustration, immediately back peddling. 

“Look, you���re not- I don’t have to ca-” June sighs, rubbing her temples. There really was no good way to word this. "You don't have to be… caught…”  The word still sticks in her throat, “I.. I just need some answers.”

She swallowed. Both literally as well as the guilt that gnawed at the edges of her mind. He looked horrified. 

“I.. I really don't want to scare you... I just… don't want you to leave…Not before I get some answers.” June grits her teeth. Each of her responses left a foul taste in her mouth. She knows what her words truly mean;  you’re my hostage until I get what I want. She pushes that thought deep down, wanting to forget her disgust.

“I don't have to be caught as long as I don't leave??” His fear seemed to evaporate for a split second as fury bled into its place, “Being caught and not leaving are the same damn if the premise is I don't want to be here!!” Just as fast as the rage had filled him it left… deflating him. His expression turned desperate, "And what happens if I try to leave, huh?" June sees tears welling up in his eyes. "Would you just catch me then?"

“I-” June’s voice falters. She knows her answer instantly, worse yet, she knows the shame on her face makes it clear.

" … I'm sorry."

[entomolog-t]

Please keep hands and fingers away from the tiny vampire for safety purposes. 

I really like how this turned out! I’m thinking I might end up colouring/add a background etc.. 

Despite his size, Aedes has a phenomenal baritone singing voice, and a new found love for human music. The two of them are singing a part of this song :)