A sci-fi idea set in the stars
A Guide’s mental form is usually a relatively gentle plant or animal, such as a kitten, puppy, or bunny. But the bottom’s mental form is a gigantic three-headed hellhound!
Few Sentinels can withstand the bottom’s mental grooming. The process is agonizing, so they’d honestly be better off without it.
Sentinels: Please, we’re begging you, give us a break! Who could stand this?
Even the dog next door has found a partner, and the bottom hugs his three-headed hellhound and sings about meeting someone.
The Crown Prince of the Imperial Capital Star is 129 years old and still unmarried, obsessed with fighting on the battlefield. The Emperor holds a banquet and invites the children of officials from every territory under his jurisdiction, both high and low.
But the Crown Prince disappears.
His stepmother leaves the bottom at home. While he’s cleaning, a mech suddenly falls from the sky. A blood-soaked man grabs him by the throat and threatens to kill him if he doesn’t save him, only to collapse to the ground the very next second.
The bottom stares at the man on the ground, lost in thought.
Putting this aside for now. I’ll start once I’ve built up some bookmarks.
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