OC-Tober Day 26: Writing A Letter

OC-Tober Day 26: Writing a letter

Prompt: Writing a letter

I used the OC-tober list made by @icannotreadcursive

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OCs: Jessie, Mark, Nick

Jessie heard a loud bird cry, pulling her attention to the open window. She looked up at the high window she left open just for the bird. The hawk swooped inside to land on a perch Jessie made just for the bird. She looked around the repair shop, making sure no one was about to pop out from any shadows. Jessie wouldn’t put it past one of them trying. It took Jessie a moment to clean her grease smeared hands before she approached the bird.

Jessie reached out to brush her finger along the hawk’s chest. “Hey, Smokey.” She watched as he seemed to puff up his chest before letting out a few chirps. “Like father like son. You two are too proud.” Reaching out, she pulled the neatly folded note out of the travel case around the hawk’s leg. The folds were even, and when she unfolded the note, the lettering was neat and in pen. That alone told her who it was from.

Nick, with how easily he took to being a leader of a group, had handwriting that looked like he had to get every thought out on paper as fast as possible. Scratchy and uneven with scratched out mistakes. The paper folded up in odd folds that seemed to work no matter how weird it was.

Mark, ever the shadow that followed Nick everywhere, his handwriting looked like he took his time to think over the written words. Each letter was written in neat and tight capitals. Even his folds on the paper were neat and even.

Jessie smiled as she unfolded the paper. There was a time written on the paper, along with a short question about food. With a roll of her eyes, she went to find a pen and paper. She ended up finding an old paper with equations on it. Scribbling them out, she flipped the paper over and wrote out an answer. Her handwriting was a mess of quick scribbles, used to writing everything out fast as the customer explained what was going wrong and where. “Been working all day. Bring something to eat.”

Jessie walked back to Smokey to slip the paper into the travel case. She passed him a treat that he snatched up before taking off out of the window to deliver her reply. Turning back to the table covered in electronics and mechanical prostheses in different states of disrepair, she went back to work. She had time to finish off some of her projects.

Smokey let out a cry as he neared his return location. A man looked up, his hood pulled low over his face. He raised his arm, the flash of metal catching the bird’s attention. Swooping down, Smokey landed on his outstretched arm. Reaching up, he scratched at the puff of chest feathers. “Was your flight safe?” He passed a snack to Smokey as another man joined him on the catwalk they were hiding on.

“What did Jessie say?”

With a huff, he reached for the travel case to pull out the paper. “So impatient, Nick.”

Nick blew him a raspberry from behind his gaiter. A hood was also pulled down low to hide his face. Mark rolled his eyes before handing Nick the letter and coaxing Smokey to move over to Nick’s shoulder. Nick reached up to rub at the bird's head as he answered his question out loud. “Awe, she’s been working all day. We have to bring food.”

“Should be something we can find on the way back.”

Nick pulled out a pen from his pocket and motioned to Mark to turn around. He used the pen to sketch out three hearts intertwined under Jessie’s reply. When he showed it to Mark, the man gave a fond but exasperated sigh. “Sap.”

“You love it.” Nick shot back as he quickly folded the slip of paper into a star and tucked it into Smokey’s travel case. “Go on, little guy. We’ll be following you shortly.”

Smokey nipped at his hood before taking off from his shoulder. They watched as he flew off before quickly falling into a debate over what they should get for dinner.

OC-Tober Day 25: Encountering a ghost

Prompt: Encountering a ghost

I used the OC-tober list made by @icannotreadcursive

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OCs: Len and Jake

Jake sighed as he sat down on the metal bench. His fists ached as he flexed his fingers. Maybe he should stop like Len wants. He slowly unwrapped his hands while the sounds of the crowd yelled outside the locker room. Once his hands were unwrapped, Jake tossed the wraps into his bag as he stood up and grabbed his towel. He moved for the communal showers, glad he chose to use the locker room everyone avoided.

Something, something, a ghost of a dead fighter.

Jake rolled his eyes before stifling a yawn. He didn’t care. He was tired of the stinkeyes he got when he used the communal showers in the other locker room. Reaching out, he turned the squeaky knob for the showers on as he walked by. Tossing the towel over the half wall, he tugged off his shorts and underwear in one go to throw them over the same wall. Jake just wanted to rinse off before heading home to Len.

Walking over to the shower, he ducked his head under the spray. The warm water washed over his skin, and he started to rub the dried blood out of the cracks of his skin. He was so focused on his task that the sound of a locker being slammed shut had him jolting in surprise. He looked over his shoulder with a frown. When nothing else happened, he turned back to his hands and started scratching at the dried blood again.

There was another sound closer to the showers, and he looked over his shoulder. Turning away from the shower spray, he called out, “Len?”

When he didn’t get an answer, he sighed as he turned the water off. 

“Len?” Jake was not going to be happy if Len was messing with him. With a frown on his face, he walked over to grab his towel. As Jake was wrapping it around his waist, he heard the squeaky knob turn back on. Jake stared at the locker area as he listened to the showers run behind him. He sucked in a breath before slowly letting it out.

Len may be a dragon, but he wasn’t capable of turning on water from another room.

Jake slowly looked over his shoulder only to find the showers empty. Walking back over, he turned the water off and made sure it couldn’t twist on because of a loose bolt or something. He had turned back to the locker area and hurried out while grabbing his clothes.

Stuffing the dirty clothes into his bag, he pulled out clean underwear, tugging it on under his towel. As he was pulling his pants on, he heard the sound of the showers turning on again. Then, the locker room door swung open. He stared at the empty doorway with wide eyes. A bang from behind him had him knocking everything into his bag and rushing out of the locker room with a shout. “I’m leaving!”

As soon as he was out in the hallway, the door swung shut, and Jake clutched his bag against his chest. He took a few steps back from the door when the sound of the lockers rattling and slamming echoed out of the room. After this, he would believe anything about the locker room ghost.

“Jake?”

He let out a scream and threw his bag at the voice.

Len caught the bag as he stared at a paler than normal Jake in surprise. “Is everything okay?”

Jake heard a loud sound from the locker room, and he stumbled away and up against Len. He started to shove at Len. “We’re leaving!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you later!”

Len stumbled down the hall, as he let the spooked Jake herd him out of the hallway into the entrance area. “At least put a shirt on.”

“Outside.” Jake looked over his shoulder back down the hall.

Len cupped the back of Jake’s head to get him to look at him. “Are you okay?”

“I…” He shivered as the cool air ran over his damp skin. “I will be. I want to go home.”

“Okay.” Len pulled a shirt out of the bag. “Put it on. You’re shivering.”

Jake snagged it and yanked it on as he headed for the door. “Home!”

“Okay. Okay.” Len looked down the hallway towards the locker room Jake came out of. He caught sight of a shadow darting along the hall, and his eyes narrowed. A low growl slipped out of him, causing the shadow to dart back down the hall. With one last growl directed at the hallway, he turned and followed after Jake. No spirit will harass his human.

OC-Tober Day 23: Enjoying a nice drink

Prompt: Enjoying a nice drink

I used the OC-tober list made by @icannotreadcursive

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OCs: Sylv and Zid

Sylv sighed as he leaned back in his pilot chair. He rubbed at his forehead, watching as the distant stars sped by. His fingers twitched as he felt a dull throb starting up. He gave a dark mutter as he tried to rub his headache away. A soothing smell drifted into the cockpit, and he looked over his shoulder.

Zid was standing in the cockpit doorway. “Tea. It helps with headaches.”

Sylv held his hand out, and Zid passed him the mug. “Thanks.” It probably won’t help, but he’ll try anything before it gets worse.

“At least we were able to shake them.”

A hum left Sylv as he took a sip, letting the taste of the tea fill his mouth. He looked over to see Zid sit in the co-pilot seat. He reached over to pull out the tablet that Sylv uses for their jobs. “I’m worried something is hidden in the cargo to warrant that dog fight.”

“As long as we don't get a fine or arrested. I don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, but they said there wasn’t anything dangerous on board.”

“Trust me, Zid. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.” Sylv took another drink before muttering. “I need to stop taking cargo runs.”

“We need the money.”

“Shame.” He took another longer drink. “This is good.”

“Mom’s favorite brand. I had some bags left in my stuff.”

Sylv gave a hum as he looked at the mug. “You get headaches?”

“When I get overstimulated from noise. I was hoping to get more, but it looks like I’ll run out before then.”

Reaching out, Sylv gave his hand a pat. “We don’t know that.”

Zid gave him a smile before turning to the viewport and closing his eyes as he leaned back in the seat. “I don’t mind.” He looked at Sylv. “I like traveling with you. I feel like I’ve made a home here.”

Sylv paused in taking another sip to look back at Zid. There was a content smile on Zid’s face. The warm feeling Sylv had in his chest had him looking back at the mug. As he took a drink, he let a small smile appear on his face before suppressing it. “Well, if your cooking continues to improve. Then you can stay as long as you like.”

Zid huffed a laugh, “You’ll miss me if I wasn’t here.”

“It would be quieter. Less running from dangerous creatures.” Probably too quiet, but the gasp Zid made had him hiding another smile into the tea. “I’ll miss this tea.”

Zid rolled his eyes before passing the tablet back to Sylv. Sylv took the tablet to place back into the side pocket. “I would miss this.”

Sylv finished the tea before placing the mug on the ledge next to his seat. “I might miss you.”

A laugh slipped out when Zid threw his hands in the air. “I’ll take it!” Zid leaned over the arm of his chair. “How’s the headache?” A second passed before Sylv looked at Zid in surprise. “The tea works.”

“The tea works.” Sylv leaned back in his seat before picking his mug up to show Zid. “Is there more?”

Zid stood up and took it from him, “I can make more.” He gave Sylv’s shoulder a bump with his fist. “Be back.”

Sylv watched as he walked away before looking down at his shoulder. He placed his hand over the spot, but it felt cool to the touch. So why did it feel warm?

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.

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

OC-tober Day 20: Kisser doing something stupid

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.

Life Sucks, but my writing is pretty good lol

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

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As it turned out, RT-1010 could fit a section of ration bar up his nose. He could not, however, get it out.

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Day 21