Kami-chan And Her Little Chef!

Kami-chan and her Little Chef! 🥰

Akami is much better at cooking than baking, so Sasuke is making sure they follow each step closely

Oc-tober prompt 8- ‘cooking’

Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive

I forgot the chickens on the aprons!! Ah but I am too lazy to add them now and this piece gave me angina.

Oc tober day 26 “writing a letter”

Prompts by @icannotreadcursive @thepromptfoundry

“Dear Mother

I am sorry for not writing to you for such a long period of time, It was not my intention but I had a run in with some bad men who took me as their captive wishing to use my abilities as a witch to make them some quick money. Do not worry I am alright now, I was rescued and offered a home by my rescuer and his brother, a pair of princes.

They are very very strange but sincerely kind to me I believe I will be safe and happy here and wish to happily lend them my services; they really need it.

I do so hope you will come and visit as soon as you are able

Your Loving Daughter Rosalie”

OC-tober Day 24

500 words and we're only just getting to the actual prompt (from @icannotreadcursive), which is "Being cared for by someone they love." But 500! words!! yay!

Verry left her boarding house after lunch on Saturday, not able to face an entire afternoon pretending nothing was wrong. She called Josie’s lodgings from a pay phone, but they still hadn’t seen her. So Verry bicycled around aimlessly for a while, and then found herself near Fred’s apartment and decided she might as well visit.

It was only after she had already gone in that she realized she hadn’t visited alone before, but the doorman didn’t look censorious. “Is Mr. Kennell in?” she asked.

“Yes, miss. Go right on up,” he said. Verry went, relieved; she didn’t think she could have stood an accusation of immorality today.

Fred answered his door quickly after her knock. “Oh, hello Verry,” he said cheerfully. “Looking for Tom?”

“I wasn’t actually. Is he here?”

“Well, as a matter of fact he is. Do come in and sit down. Would you like some tea?”

Tom was sitting on Fred’s chesterfield, holding a book. Verry started for the armchair nearby, but there was a newspaper on the seat so she sat next to Tom. “Oh, please don’t bother,” she said. “I just had lunch.”

“How are you?” Tom asked.

Verry replied politely and made conversation, about her bike ride and the weather and what was in Fred’s paper, but Tom kept giving her concerned looks. She realized she was tapping her fingers and got her crochet work out of her bag. She’d tossed it in without thinking when she left, and the hook had slipped out, so she focused on finding her place, which kept her hands busy.

“Fred said you met someone you knew at Rita’s?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Eileen,” Verry confirmed absently.

“Is she what’s worrying you?”

“No, I’m not worried,” Verry said. Tom frowned at her, not harshly but worried himself, and Verry sighed. “I don’t suppose either of you have heard from Josie?”

“No,” Tom said, looking at Fred.

Fred shook his head. “No, but I wouldn’t expect to. She wouldn’t have my address. Have you not heard from her?”

“Not since Monday,” said Verry, crocheting automatically. “And that was just a postcard saying not to worry about her. But I went to her lodgings yesterday and they said she hasn’t been there since Thursday. And she’s doing dangerous things, and of course we can’t ask the police for help, and I’m just dreadfully—worried, yes.” Tom patted her knee. “You’re sure neither of you have heard anything from her, or about her?”

They exchanged glances. “Verry,” Tom said gently, “I’ve met her once. If you haven’t heard from her, she won’t have written either of us.”

“Oh, I know,” said Verry. “I’m just worrying. I know it won’t do any good. Let’s talk about something else.” She got to the end of a row and looked down at her work. She’d crocheted a solid line of blocks right in the middle of the pattern. “Oh, damn!” she said, and then she burst into tears.

“Poor dear,” Tom said, wrapping his arms around her. Verry sobbed onto his shoulder.

Eventually there was a clunk, and Verry looked around to see Fred putting a tea tray onto the side table. “Here you are,” he said, smiling awkwardly. Tom offered Verry his handkerchief. Verry wiped her eyes and blew her nose and took a cup of tea when Fred offered it.

Day 25: Encountering a ghost

Spooky News at 3

Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive

OC-tober Day 23: Kisser enjoying a nice drink

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

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Kisser sits nervously at a small table in his General’s quarters. It isn’t the first time he’s been here, not even the first time he’s sat at this table, but he can’t quite feel that it’s normal. Yet, he hopes. For all his nerves, he wants to be here.

General Kenobi sets a tea tray at the table, pouring them each a cup before he sits. It’s a pale green, with a gently floral scent.

“This is a popular blend from Naboo,” he says, a little bit of the teacher slipping into his voice. It’s good to hear. “It’s lighter than the Iridonian Jasmine we had last time, I thought it might better suit your palate.”

“I mean,” Kisser grins, lifting the warm cup gently, “hard to see how less flavor is better, but I trust you.”

“And I trust you to give your honest opinion,” General Kenobi says, with a smile of his own.

The tea is hot but not scalding, so Kisser takes a careful sip. It’s…well, it’s hot water a flower had thought about once but not actually spoken to. In the most pleasant way possible, but still.

The General is chuckling before Kisser even says anything.

“It’s better than the last one,” Kisser says diplomatically. That only seems to make it funnier, as General Kenobi descends into outright giggles. Desperately, he adds, “it’s the caf, all my tastebuds are gone, you know! I’m sure this is a really nice tea!”

“No, no,” the General waves him off, “It’s quite all right. You are far from the only person to dislike the hot leaf water.”

“I don’t dislike it!” Kisser says, taking a large flavorless sip to prove his point.

For some reason, this makes the General laugh even harder.

“Thank you for your staunch support of my vices, Kisser,” he says, unable to quite manage the somber tone he’s playing at. 

Over the rest of their conversation, Kisser loyally helps finish the pot.

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Day 24

October 24th “being cared for by someone they love”

Prompts by @icannotreadcursive @thepromptfoundry

Today I drew Rosa being healed by the princeling Keylas. She had been a prisoner for a long time before Keylas’ brother rescued her., and in that time her captors had badly broken her legs to prevent her escaping. Keylas tenderly picks up her legs and begins to fix then it is a slow painful process but it is one done with love