Written For @thepromptfoundry's Oc-Tober Prompts - Day 1, Getting Up In The Morning.

Written for @thepromptfoundry's Oc-Tober prompts - Day 1, Getting Up in the Morning.

Ahn Dru is my mostly Light-Sided SWTOR Sith Warrior.

Getting Up in the Morning

The first thing Ahn does upon waking up in the morning is stretch.

Well, that's not entirely true. The very first thing he does is take in his surroundings. He might be - Force forbid - in a warzone, he might be in his quarters at Dromund Kaas, he might be off-planet on a mission somewhere in the galaxy.

Privately, he always hopes to awake aboard the Asfalis, in his cabin. This almost guarantees that Vette will be in bed next to him, the two snuggled up to each other after good nights and Ahn's limbs splayed every which way with Vette hogging the blankets after restless nights.

The next step is, if Vette is indeed next to him, to carefully extricate himself from the bed. This is harder than it sounds, as Vette gets clingy when sleepy, and more often than not, along with her limbs, her lekku have curled around Ahn. The first time this happened, Ahn had frozen and simply stayed in place until Vette woke up, at which point she had flushed a deep purple and almost bolted from the room. Their relationship had been quite new at that point, and both were exceptionally worried about overstepping the other's boundaries. Now, though, Ahn is comfortable slipping free from her grip, no matter how tight. He still worries about waking her up, but he's gotten quite good at it.

Once free, he replaces whatever blankets he's displaced and stretches. Suppressing the groans that come with moving his hours-immobile body, he tackles the standing routine first, then runs through some sitting stretches. He does all this in the bedroom, so Vette has sometimes woken up to see him balancing easily on one leg, holding the other up by the ankle behind him. Often, she just blinks at him blearily, grunts a tired greeting at him, then goes back to sleep.

After that, Ahn takes his respirator from the bedside table, ties back his hair, and goes to eat breakfast. If there's nothing on the schedule for the day - and if Pierce isn't up already - he makes something. It's often some variant of pancakes or waffles, something the rest of his crew will smell upon waking up, but he still remembers the glee in Jaesa's eyes when he had made them all parfaits.

Even if he doesn't go big on breakfast, Pierce is normally the first he sees. They exchange nods, click together mugs of caff, and continue on. Sometimes, Pierce is already cooking when Ahn gets there, and that signifies a good day. The man can kriffing cook, and if Ahn hadn't taken him on for his military prowess, he certainly would have for his culinary skill.

When he's done eating, he slips back into his room, taking care not to wake Vette if she's still sleeping, and changes into whatever he's wearing today. Most often, it's just a black tunic and leggings, over which he can quickly buckle his light armor in a pinch. On his way out, he pulls his lightsabers to his hand, fastening his belt with the other.

He brushes his teeth, shaves the overnight stubble, brushes his hair, and ties it back again, taking the time now to make it look nice. It had been a struggle when he was first growing it out - back then, he had only had Vette, who had no hair, and Quinn, who kept his cut according to code, to turn to for advice. Funnily enough, it had been Too-vee who had proved the most helpful. Now, though, he takes pride in how it looks.

If he's woken up early, he still has some time before the other members of his crew get up, so he sits in the common area with a datapad and reads. It relaxes him and eases him into the day, and even after years out of the Academy, it's a luxury still. Galactic news takes precedent, naturally, but if nothing major is happening, he's partial to fiction works.

Eventually, the rest of his crew filters in. Broonmark leans in the doorway, uncomfortable with getting too close. Quinn enters, produces a datapad of his own, and takes a seat at the table. Jaesa slips in, flashes Ahn a grin, and plops down onto the couch across from him - throwing off the strictures of Jedi etiquette has gone amazingly, almost too well. Pierce climbs over the back of Jaesa's couch to obnoxiously lie down and stretch out, prompting Jaesa to smack him until he retreats, grinning. Vette appears, sauntering into the room to sit next to Ahn and lean against him, fiddling with her blaster or a small device he can't quite identify.

And this, Ahn thinks to himself, this is his reason for life.

Prompts that go bump in the night day 1 too many eyes

A story for @thepromptfoundry event Prompts that go bump in the night day 1 Too many eyes.

As George begins to open his eyes after the test he voluteer to from a app, he was stunned that he have four eyes now and he ask the doctor looking over him, "What have you done to me?" which the doctor reply, "I has test spider DNA in you, George."

Oc-tober Day 1: Going about an average day

Prompts by @icannotreadcursive

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[ID: A comic depicting Leila Suleiman, an original character, going about her day. She has large glasses and ahort hair that is covered by a headscarf in two of the panels.

At 5am an alarm wakes a grumpy Leila to pray the morning Fajr prayer. At 6am she drinks a cup of chai, regaining some energy for the day. Where previously 9am was written, it is crossed put and replaced with 8am, which is when she starts to get work calls. Leila's expression looks like the calla already make her tired for the day.

10am, Leila fights multicolor manifestations of magic with spiraling patterns, for work. As she blocks an attack with a single gloved hand, she recites a prayer of protection to herself. Eventually she catches it and the crowd cheers! Except for one concerned audience member who says aloud, "We all almost died today..."

By 3pm Leila goes to her lab with the contained magic and begins her research process. "Finally, evil science hour!" She works in the lab until very late, and the captions for each hour reflect that. "5pm- Lab still. 8pm- Girl leave! 12am- Yeah she just crashed." The last one shows Leila head down, slumped over her desk, knocked out from overworking herself.

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This event sounds fun, is there an AO3 collection?

Not at this time!

OC tober day 1

Going about a normal day

Promt list im using by @icannotreadcursive

Blaise woke with a bit of a start as he rolled over reaching for either flesh or fur to burry his still exhausted face into, ignoring the fact that he needed to get up to open shop for the day .

He pouts slightly at the lack of either but happily moves to the warm spot left by his better half. He nearly purred as warmth returned to his undead form staying there until the bed went cold, before dragging himself out of bed and to the dinning room .

Blaise sighed with relief at the distinct lack of cooking meet smell on of the few things he misses about being mortal the lack of nausea when meet is being cooked in the building he's in. He takes his place at the table smiling softly at the mug of blood already waiting for him

He paused for a moment after the first sip and leaned back trying to sneak a glance at herc just to admire the love of his life quietly before herc joined him.

He shrugged slightly as he caught no sight of his husband then turned back to his drink going through what potions he needed to finish for the day, he sips absent mindedly at his drink as made his to do list "hey herc how long till the full moon mag said they were going to refer some weres they know "

Herc pokes his head out of the kitchen "16 days Dante is starting to get antsy "

Blaise nods and downs the rest of his drink and heads into the shop portion of the building

He started restocking the less magic stuff mostly just bullshit-y stuff that sold well and keep the appearances of being a chocky shop to those who are not in the know

He chuckled softly to himself as a familiar shadow graced the still locked door "guess it's opening time"

He let out a soft groan as something cracked as he stood and headed to the door "morning Greg I'll go grab your usual from the back"

Blaise vaults over the counter to save on the extra two steps going around normally and grabbed a small basket with a few crystals and potions "will that be cash trade or blood today?"

The figure that seemed to blend into the shadows of the room who to any outside Observer could've clearly entered without the door being unlocked " cash we will have your usual tomorrow there was a delay in getting some ingredients" they placed the amount on the counter and left with their goods soon after a large black tiger wanders in from the back and stretched into the window with a loud purr

day 1 of drawtober babyyyyy: "Getting up in the morning"/"Too many eyes" w/ my OC John Doe aka Prisoner 0524B

I'm gonna be going back and forth (or mashing together) prompts from these two, both by @thepromptfoundry: