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Day 25: Encountering a ghost
Spooky News at 3
Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive
OC-Tober Day 24: Being cared for by someone they love
Prompt: Being cared for by someone they love
Apparently, I dreamed of posting this but I never did. Oops.
I used the OC-tober list made by @icannotreadcursive
Link here
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OCs: Len and Jake
Len was shuffling through his mail as he stepped off the elevator. He paused when he found one with Jake’s full name on the label. It caused his lips to curl up at the corners. It was just a simple letter, but it made him wonder what it would be like to see Jake's mail shuffled in among his all the time. He felt giddy at the thought as he pulled his keys out of his pocket to unlock and open the door. That feeling vanished as soon as Len stepped past the door. He stopped at the sight of Jake’s clothes trailing towards the bedroom. The large frosted doors were halfway open, but it wasn’t that that had him quickly rushing for the room. The sight of blood smeared on the wall had his anxiety spiking and his draconic features becoming visible.
“Jake!”
“In the bathroom. I’m fine.” His voice was muffled and stuffy.
“There is blood!” He covered his nose. How did he miss it on his way into the penthouse? “What happened?” He made it through the door and found more clothes. The tee shirt with security across the back was ripped along the shoulder.
“It’s mostly from my nose. It stopped at the hospital but started up again on the way up here. Couldn’t stop the sneeze in time.”
That would explain the lack of blood smell till he had gotten closer to the bathroom. “Hospital!?”
“I’m fine.”
Len entered the bathroom only to freeze at the sight of Jake standing in only his underwear. Jake was standing over the bathroom sink, pinching his nose. His blonde hair was messy and matted. One of his eyes was almost swollen closed, but he could see the way blue-green eyes were watching him. His lip was split, and fair skin along his torso was mottled with quickly bruising skin. What made his anger burn hotter was the bruising around the front of his throat.
“What happened?” The rumble was deep in his chest.
Jake motioned to his body with a bandaged hand and wrist. “This?” When Len caught sight of it, Jake quickly dropped his hand. He gave a grin only to wince when his lip split open again. “It only looks bad. The doctor looked me over and gave me something for the pain and swelling.”
Len reached past Jake to turn on the water, letting it wash away the drops of blood in the sink. “Who hurt you?” His skin itched to go find out who did this to Jake.
“It's taken care of. They’re in police custody and can’t hurt anyone else.”
“But you got hurt.” Len reached out to brush his olive-brown fingers over Jake’s bruised forehead. “What about this?”
“No concussion. Everything is okay. I even brought a copy of the doctor’s notes if you want to take a look.” Jake pulled his hand from his nose, and when nothing started dripping again, he grinned. “See, I’ll be alright.”
Len cupped the back of his neck to pull him in close enough to press a kiss to his forehead. He gave his neck a gentle squeeze, causing Jake to shiver and press back into his hand. “What can I do to help?”
“I just want to soak in the bath or watch a movie until the medicine knocks me out.”
“How about soaking in the tub?”
“You just don’t want me to get dirt on the bed.”
“Maybe.”
Jake reached up to cup Len’s face so he could rub his thumbs over the freckles of deep green scales along his high cheekbones. He let his thumbs tuck under the lobes of pointed ears. His fingers dug into the shorter strands of Len’s dark brown hair to give a gentle scratch. “I absolutely love you, and I hate to break it to you. You’ve tracked more dirt into that bed than me.”
Len gave a grumble as he tipped his head into Jake’s scratching fingers, his narrow green brown eyes closing.
“Lies.” Len gently pulled Jake’s hands away from his head. “What about this?” He gently touched Jake’s injured wrist.
“A sprain.” Jake gave Len a grin. “I get two weeks of paid time off from my job. The boss called to let me know.”
Len dipped his head to bump his forehead against Jake’s gently. “I’ll get the water started.”
Jake gave a careful smile, trying not to pull on the cut on his lip. “Soak with me. Just in case I fall asleep.”
“Okay.”
Len watched as Jake undressed the rest of the way while he turned the water on to fill the large tub. He grabbed some epsin salt and poured some into the water. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as Jake slowly made his way across the bathroom toward him. “Are you sure you’ll be fine?”
“Yes, just sore. I’ve been off worse.”
At the worried look Len shot him, Jake waved his hand in a way that felt like he was trying to brush off the worry. “Long before I met you. You saw where I was when we met. I went through worse beatings.” Jake tossed his arms over Len’s shoulders. Len, without any hesitation, grabbed onto Jake’s waist. “I wasn’t in a good place then.”
Jake slowly pulled Len’s shirt off to toss on the floor, and Len frowned at the mess of clothes. “I should go pick those up.”
“Later. Please.”
Len’s green eyes focused back on Jake. “Okay.” Jake smiled and slowly unbuttoned Len's pants. Len stood up from where he was sitting on the side of the large tub. His fingers tucked under Jake’s chin, and he lifted his head up so he could press a gentle kiss to Jake’s lips. Jake let out a shaky breath. “Get in the tub and relax, I’ll get in after I get undressed.”
Licking his lips, Jake winced and muttered as he pressed his fingers to the cut. He nodded as he turned to the tub, and slowly, he stripped his underwear off. His body protested the movement as Jake climbed into the tub. A low sigh slipped out of him as he sank into the water. Leaning his head back against the ledge of the tub while his injured hand rested on the cool ledge, he watched as Len puttered around the bathroom. Turning his gaze, he found himself looking out the large windows behind the tub. The city stretched out towards the mountains in the distance, the sun’s rays slowly sinking behind the mountains. Had he been in the ER that long? He frowned and let out a bone deep sigh.
Len’s fingers were gentle when he touched his shoulder. Jake looked up as Len asked. “Have you taken the medicine?”
“No. It’s on the counter in the bag. Should also be cream in there for the bruising.”
“I’ll help with the cream after you get out of the tub.”
“Okay.”
Len headed for the counter, and Jake watched as he walked away. His pants were gone, leaving him in his underwear that hugged him in just the right places. “You should just take your underwear off. It’s just us.”
The raised brow tossed in his direction had him answering with his own grin. Len was lean and tall. Jake wanted to touch every inch of him every day. The pills and a cup of water appeared in front of him, and Jake had to focus on that, or he would drop them. Jake set the cup of water on a shelf above the tub after swallowing his pills. Len caught his chin, turning his head to look at him. When Len went to smooth something over the cut on his lip, Jake tried to recoil from the smell. “What is that?”
“Family ointment for cuts.”
“It smells awful.”
Once Len was done, he added, “Tastes just as bad.”
Jake grumbled as he started to lean back when Len finally pulled off the last of his clothes. Len placed his hand on Jake’s shoulder to stop him from moving as he climbed in to settle behind him. Leaning back against Len, Jake sighed and let out a hum. “How long does it need to stay on?”
“Thirty minutes.”
Len ran a wet hand over Jake’s arm as Jake tipped his head against Len’s shoulder. “Fine.” He looked back out the window. “It still amazes me that you’re not used to me getting hurt from fights.”
Tipping his head back so Len could look at him. “I don’t like seeing you hurt. Besides, I’m annoyed someone thought they could put bruises on you.”
When Jake hummed and then let a grin appear, “Is that why you didn’t like me fighting in the Alley? You could barely keep your hands off me after every fight. Then again, that quickie against the lockers is still my favorite memory.” Len made a little growl as he gently shoved his head forward, causing Jake to snicker.
“Brat.”
Jake stretched his legs out and winced at a sore muscle twinge. Len gave a grumpy grumble, causing Jake to reach up to smooth a hand over his hair. “My grumbly dragon.” The coo had Len huffing and then biting down on the ball of his shoulder. Jake laughed as he leaned into Len further.
A sigh left Jake as Len rubbed a hand over one of the many bruises he had. His eyes slowly drooped as Len slowly just ran his fingers over him. Len bumped his nose against Jake’s ear. “Stay awake a little longer. We still need to take care of your bruises.”
Jake sighed and reached up to rub at his eyes. He let out a yawn as Len reached for a wash rag. Grabbing the cup of water, he poured the rest on the rag and tipped Jake’s head back. He slowly cleaned the ointment off Jake’s lip. Len pressed a kiss to the side of his forehead as sleepy eyes blinked up at him. Len smiled as each blink slowly became longer and longer.
At one point, Jake blinked, and Len went from being in the tub to standing outside the tub with the water almost gone. “Come on. Let’s dry you off.”
“Shit, they really gave me the good stuff.” The slur of his words had Len chuckling as he helped him out of the tub. He balanced Jake against his side as he grabbed a towel. Jake made a sound of protest as he forced himself to stand while Len started drying him off using the towel. Once he was done, he let out a surprised squawk as Len scooped him up. The shock woke him up enough to grab at Len as he carried him into the bedroom. Jake yawned as he was placed on the bed. He shuffled up on the bed to flop his head on the pillow so he could let the exhaustion hit him. It was as Jake was almost asleep that he felt the bed dip more than normal. An amused huff left him as clawed hands gently lifted him so he could lean against Len’s scaled side.
Cracking open an eye, he looked at the earthy green and brown dragon watching him. In this form, his horns looked more like branches curving out of his long, narrow skull. Sleepy eyes blinked up at Len. “pretty.”
Len huffed and nudged Jake’s leg with his large snout. Fingers rubbed over the patch of dark brown fur that lined the backs of Len’s forelegs. The long tail flopped closer to Jake so Len could rest his head on his tail. A low rumble started in Len’s chest as Jake pressed his forehead against the back of Len’s foreleg. “Love you,” Jack muttered into Len’s side as his eyes drifted shut. The pills finally pulled him under, and he let out a sigh.
OC-Tober Day 25: Encountering a ghost
Prompt: Encountering a ghost
I used the OC-tober list made by @icannotreadcursive
Link here
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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.
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.
Day 26: Writing a letter
Max formally telling their friend they burnt their brownies
Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive
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 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
OC-tober Day 21: Kisser exploring an unfamiliar subculture
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.
Under a cut due to length~ I got inspired~
The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.
Day 1
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The Aquatic District on Coruscant was not a particularly pleasant place. Despite regulations about water quality and the truly cutting edge filtration systems installed throughout its crown of all-water towers, much of the pollution sunk to the lower levels where filtration was expensive and the inhabitants poor. Coming from a predominantly oceanic world, Kisser didn’t know how Coruscant could possibly have restricted its livable waters to a single district. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t like the answers.
“Keep up,” Finley scolded him on their internal comms, pulling Kisser’s attention away from the fact that he could barely see the people around him, let alone the buildings they were swimming between.
The bastard was keeping a SCUBA trooper’s pace, though, so Kisser snipped, “I haven’t been in a suit since Kamino, jackass.”
“Weak,” Finley teased, but he did slow down. “We’re nearly there.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Finley laughed, “They have these snail-sucker critters that they keep around the market, so the water quality’s a lot better. Might even be cleaner than the air at the one near the Temple!”
What Finley didn’t bother to mention was the waterlock that separated the market from the street–Kisser would bet that helped as much as the filter-feeders.
When the water around them had been fully cycled, the doors opened to reveal a brightly lit space both like and unlike any market Kisser had seen. It was lit from every direction with colorful bioluminescence–Kisser couldn’t tell if it was painted on or cultivated or both–and stalls were arranged according to the hollows in a massive column of coral stretching vertically in both directions. The deeper levels decreased in brightness, while the ones above seemed to have something simulating sunlight in the furthest heights–barely detectable from their current depth. Plants and filter-feeders littered every surface not dedicated to commerce, ranging wildly in size and shape. The cacophony of colors substituted for the noise Kisser usually associated with markets, as most vendors and patrons were using various dialects of Republic Basic Sign.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Finley said wistfully. “If the war ends for me, I want to get a place nearby so I can come here every day.”
Kisser simply nodded, still poleaxed by the unfamiliar beauty.
Finley quickly decided that was enough “gawking like tourists” and led Kisser through the market. They were technically there on assignment–an errand for Finley’s General, Fisto–but really it was a thinly veiled excuse to get them both out of their own heads. No use wasting shore leave thinking about their losses; they said Remembrances for that. It was an excellent distraction, and Kisser didn’t mind coming off like an idiot tourist. He was one, really.
One of the more doodads-and-trinkets style shops caught Kisser’s attention, so he swam over to it. When the shopkeeper paid him no particular mind–Finley had warned him to just leave any shop that seemed even a little hostile–he perused the half-flan bin. It was mostly a collection of flawed items: carved beads and clasps that weren’t quite up to standard, woven bracelets clearly done by a still-learning apprentice or a faulty machine, and a variety of other decorative bits and bobs.
He picked up one of the beads–a malformed little fish with luminescent stripes.
The shopkeeper came over and waved to catch his eye. “It won’t glow,” they told him. They were a slim Nautolan, reedy and animated.
“Sorry, again?” he asked, a half-step behind as he adjusted to using RBS in his suit.
They pointed up, then said, “In air, the paint can’t glow. It only glows when there’s enough water.”
“Got it, thank you,” he said, not putting the bead down just yet. “Are they all like that?”
The shopkeeper considered that for a moment, then answered by pulling out some iridescent pieces. “These are shinier when wet, but they’re still pretty dry. If I were making them for air, there’s a varnish I’d use to get the same effect.”
They chatted about materials for a while, until Finley appeared next to Kisser.
“I see you met Portia,” he signed happily. On comms, he said, “I thought you got lost. Glad you’re okay.”
“Sorry, I got distracted,” Kisser spoke, even as he signed, “They were telling me about shell inlays.”
“No worries, trouble’s not subtle around here,” Finley assured him. Outwardly, he said, “Oh, they’ll go on all day if you let them.”
“You let me,” Portia said playfully.
“I have a crush on you,” Finley replied, completely blasé.
Kisser blushed, but Portia grinned toothily and said, “Careful what you wish, little fish.”
Before they left, Kisser bought the bead for Finley.
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Day 22
OC-tober Day 22: Kisser having a difficult conversation
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.
Once again under a cut, what can I say
The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.
Day 1
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“Oh vod’iiiiikaaaa,” Kisser sing-songed in the manner of annoying older brothers everywhere.
“What.” Melt snapped. Her voice was muffled by the pillow she was attempting to smother herself with.
“Is that any way to talk to your favorite batchmate?” Kisser clicked his tongue in faux disappointment.
“Go. Away.”
Kisser would have continued to pester her, but instead his gaze caught a PADD on the floor, clearly flung in a fit of pique. He picked it up to find it unlocked and opened to a dense bit of legalese. He sat on the bunk, dangerously within kicking range.
“Do you want to tell me about it and keep your place on the page or let me figure it out on my own and lose it?” he asked.
Melt grumbled, “It’s not even about that. You won’t get it.”
“Fair enough,” Kisser settled in, locking the PADD and setting it aside. “I still want to help.”
Melt threw the pillow at him, but sat up. She scowled, but her eyes were tellingly red-rimmed.
“How is it,” she bit out, “that there are seven sisters in the 501st, but somehow I’m the only one in the fucking 212th?”
Kisser winced. “Bad luck?”
Melt scowled at him, but accepted it. “Intellectually, I know that.”
“But it doesn’t feel fair.”
“Nope.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Before Kisser could figure out what to say, Melt spoke again.
“It’s like…I hear stories about other sisters who came out and because they were visible, other sisters realized what was up with themselves or finally felt like there was a word for it and they found each other. That happened for like…four of the 501st’s? But here, I’m the only one as far as I know, and it gets lonely, cause none of the rest of you can really relate and I don’t have anyone I can talk to who just gets it without me needing to explain.”
Kisser frowned. “Sounds like it blows.”
Melt snorted, nudging his back with her knee. “Yeah, it blows.”
“You can’t even punch the problem,” he said.
That got a bark of laughter. “I dunno,” she mused, “punching a Kaminoan might make me feel better.”
“I can draw one on the punching bag at the gym?” Kisser offered.
Melt properly giggled at that. “I’d love to see you explain that to the Commander.”
“If it lasts long enough for the Commander to see it, you aren’t punching hard enough.”
They didn’t go to the gym, though. Instead, Melt picked the PADD back up off the desk. “Did you know the legal requirements for a species’ eligibility for citizenship–besides, you know, approval by two thirds of the Senate–are sentience and sapience?”
Kisser desperately reoriented himself to the new conversational track. “Nope.”
“Do you even know the difference?” Melt teased, slightly too sharp but not hurtful–to Kisser, at least.
“Nope.”
“Sentience is about having sensations and emotions, sentience is about thinking and learning, basically. That’s the short version, anyway.” Melt highlighted a portion of the legalese as she spoke, like that was going to help Kisser any. Maybe it was just to have something to do with her hands.
“Makes sense,” Kisser said, mostly just to confirm he was listening.
“But that means they have to test for these things without being obviously specist,” Melt handed over the PADD, which Kisser politely pretended to skim. “So one of the tests is about extant socio-cultural structures and the capacity to interrogate them–not whether it’s punished to the point where no one does, that actually helps to prove it’s possible but gets into Sophont Rights issues.”
Kisser blinked, “Is that why the Kaminoans are so convinced we’re not sentient? They think we can’t philosophize?”
Melt laughed, “Kind of seems that way, doesn’t it? Anyway, an example given of this type of interrogation is ‘individuals assigned socio-cultural roles questioning, rejecting, and/or otherwise changing their assigned designations.’”
Something clicked into place. “Like gender?”
“Like gender.”
“So, by their own rules, we’re sophonts. And you’re literally proof.”
“Yup,” she popped the ‘p,’ “Like, we both already knew, it’s not a surprise to literally any Vode ever, but–proof positive. I could be Exhibit A. Me!”
“Damn,” Kisser breathed. “I see why you got mad.”
“Yeah.”
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Day 23
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
OC-tober Day 24: Kisser being cared for by someone he loves
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.
Banger after banger for prompts, this is also under a cut for length
The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.
Day 1
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Vode didn’t get sick. Any faulty units which were regularly susceptible to things like colds or fevers were decommissioned.
RT-1010 had managed to only get a cold once, before he was old enough to know he couldn’t. Fortunately, none of his batchmates had caught it. He didn’t allow it to become a pattern, after an older Vod warned him.
Now, though his head felt stuffed full of fluff, he suppressed the urge to cough and spoke clearly when spoken to–cutting the feed to his comm when he couldn’t resist clearing his throat. He was lucky, really. He only had flash training and chores today. Flash training was easy–barely involved talking at all, though the test would be a nightmare for future him–and he was on…well, Melt would remind him what chore shift he had. Hopefully something mindless.
He didn’t nod off during flash training, so he was doing great.
When they were dismissed, Melt grabbed his arm to steer him presumably to his chores.
He barely figured out they were headed to medical by the time they got there.
One of the Vode medics in training greeted them. He didn’t introduce himself. Or maybe he did and RT-1010 hadn’t noticed.
“He’s not sick,” Melt told the medic cadet firmly, “He just needs to cool off, so I figured you could practice on him.”
The medic squinted at her, then turned to the Medic Trainer who was absorbed in their PADD. “Can I practice doing a non-invasive physical on him?”
“His chore shift isn’t for another half hour,” Melt added.
“Sure,” the Trainer said without looking up. “Go nuts.”
Kisser held his breath to suppress a coughing fit. It made him a bit dizzy.
The medic cadet led them to one of the further exam spaces, closing the door behind them.
“Helmet and chestplate off,” they said.
Kisser cleared his throat softly before engaging his external comm, “I should keep the helmet on.”
The medic rolled their eyes, turning to Melt. “I need the helmet off.”
“Door’s closed, tenten,” Melt said soothingly, “Just a couple minutes.”
RT-1010 hesitated, but pulled his helmet off.
He must’ve looked like hell, because the medic swore before even doing a basic temperature check.
Melt reached out to hold his hand. RT-1010 tried not to squeeze too tightly, despite it feeling like a lifeline.
“What shift is he on?” the medic asked grimly.
“Cleaning the sonics,” Melt said. “I can find someone to swap with him.”
“Something sitting–not flash training. Worst case, put him on laundry. It’ll be too hot by half, but convince them to let him do mending. He needs to be supervised regardless.”
“Best case?” Melt pressed, squeezing RT-1010’s hand reassuringly.
The medic grimaced. “Depends on who’s supervising, but backup on comms or security. Something where if he nods off, it won’t be a problem.”
“I can do that,” Melt assured them both. “Anything else?”
“Hang on,” the medic said. RT-1010 put on his helmet as the medic moved toward the door.
Melt rubbed soothing circles along the back of his hand. RT-1010 lost focus at that point, time seeming to blur.
The medic came back, with pills and instructions. Melt listened carefully, then got RT-1010 to take one.
Later, Kisser couldn’t say what chore shift Melt had gotten him. All he remembered was Melt keeping him safe.
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Day 25
OC-tober Day 26: Kisser writing a letter
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.
I mercilessly cheat at prompts lol
The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.
Day 1
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General Windu needs to improve his fine motor control. Kisser understands this. A coma will really fuck up your dexterity like that. Well, Healer Che insists it was a Force-induced Healing Trance, but Kisser trusts Krukenberg when he says no matter how much Force nonsense was happening, General Windu was in a coma.
Still, if General Windu is the one who needs to improve his control, why the hell is Kisser the one learning calligraphy?
“Less shaky,” General Windu says approvingly, as he watches Kisser’s most recent attempt. “Your confidence is improving.”
“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to lie,” Kisser shoots back, trying again.
Windu snorts. “Unlike other religious orders, Jedi are not bound to truthfulness.” He pauses as Kisser swaps to a new character, just to try something different. “I think at times, that helped us survive. At others, it allowed others to cast suspicion on us.”
“And now?” Kisser asks, forgetting for a moment who he’s speaking to.
“Now, it is neutral,” Windu decides, “We may wield the truth as we see fit, at least aware of the consequences in a way we may have been…encouraged to ignore them before.”
“Bright light makes fog harder to see through,” Kisser mutters as he fumbles stroke 5 again. He doesn’t notice Windu’s bemused expression.
Jedi Master Mace Windu will think about that statement for many years to come.
Kisser forgets it almost as soon as he says it.
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Day 27
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.
Day 27: Meeting someone important to them for the first time
The first time Max was introduced to Sam right as Sam was planning to leave for his concert
Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive
Day 28: Taking some time to rest
Max enjoying a good book
Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive
Oc tober day 27th/28th “meeting someone important to them for the first time” (day 27 a day late)
Prompts by @icannotreadcursive @thepromptfoundry
Rosa meeting the young princeling Keylas for the first time and feeling enchanted by his presence
Day 29: Visiting a graveyard
I feel very sad today from the news about Matthew Perry, this prompt is sadly timed
Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive
Day 30: Falling asleep
Little Max taking a snooze
Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive
OC-tober Day 30: Kisser falling asleep
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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RT-1010 stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow, his whole batch was shipping out. Despite their training, most of them weren’t going to be in the same battalion. He, Melt, and Cackle would be filling a small gap of non-specialized troopers in the 212th. Ozma, RT-4544, Solaire, Ferrus, RT-2423, Sour, Umu, RT-7700, and Quill would go to the ever-hemorrhaging 501st. Lorrie, Finley, and Racer would get a crash course in SCUBA-combat and join the 115th. The rest of their batch had already marched on–part of the reason they were being split up, if RT-1010 had to guess.
As a result, they’d pulled their mattresses and blankets off their individual bunks and made a central pile on the floor. They lay together, a mass of still-growing limbs and nervous energy. The chatter had petered out at some point, and now only RT-1010 was awake.
He breathed deeply, allowing his eyes to finally close. He wasn’t awake because he wasn’t tired.
He was awake because he wanted to spend as long as possible with his batchmates, clinging to the present with every fiber of his being. The feel of them tangled together like a mass of uncoiled cables. The sounds of them breathing discordantly.
Between one breath and the next, RT-1010 fell asleep.
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Day 31
OC-tober Day 29: Kisser visiting a graveyard
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.
Inspired by my recent experience cleaning a historic cemetery.
The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.
Day 1
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Kisser probably shouldn’t have this.
Scratch that, Kisser definitely shouldn’t have this.
It’s not even their real names, does it count?
But if it’s all that’s left, does it matter?
Kisser stares, chest aching, at the PADD in his hand.
It’s a simple spreadsheet, if egregiously long.
Serial Number. Batch Code. Date Decanted. Date Destroyed. Method of destruction.
Kisser makes some new columns. He doesn’t know how he can ever fill them all, but he thinks he has to at least try.
Rank (final). Name. Name meaning. Pronouns. Assignment(s). Armor (colors/designs). Stories.
He stares at it.
He starts to fill it out. For his batchmates. For everyone in his battalion whose numbers he ever knew. For shinies whose numbers were just about the only thing he knew.
Hours later, he uploads the file to an encrypted Vode-only server.
Remembrances.xls
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Day 30