#differnt thing needs to be studied

[the-evermore-willow]

help guilty as sin came on shuffle and it was so good that i listened to it like 10 more times and then paused it because i don't want to overplay it and get tired of it. and now im sitting in silence because i don't want to listen anything else as much as i want to listen to it. what do i do

[hindahoney]

I'm putting this in your ask box because you seem to have a large following of people that need to hear it: Rabbis are not going to be mad at you for asking questions about Judaism. If they didn't want to answer questions and discuss Judaism, they wouldn't have done the work required to be a rabbi. Even if you are just a curious gentile or think you're "not Jewish enough", rabbis, in my experience, aren't going to be malicious. I reached out to a lot of differnt synagogues the past year while looking into to conversion without any issues. Most synagogues with a website include a contact page, and I highly recommend reaching out. Jews on Tumblr aren't going to be able to answer circumstantial / personal questions to the extent talking to your local Jewish community can. To be clear, I'm not saying tumblr Jews aren't knowledgeable. I'm just saying a lot of questions are dependent on too many variables for an ask box

This! As many years as I have taken to study Judaism, a rabbi has still studied longer and more in-depth than I have. I get things wrong still, and it isn't uncommon that I'll have someone respond with a correction or a different opinion, which I welcome. I absolutely love answering questions about halacha, or questions asking my personal opinion about certain things, but specific questions about someone's situation will always get the default "I'll give you the limited knowledge I know, but do not stop with me, talk to a rabbi." It can also be difficult when it comes to specific questions that have answers which vary depending on the person's background. I go to an orthodox shul, so what I say will reflect that, and I'm not always well-versed in how other movements think about different things (I also am aware that orthodoxy does not have very popular views on a lot of different topics, so I have to find a balance between being true to myself and doing it in a way that doesn't feel like I'm being a massive jerk). I usually do research before I answer a question, but spending one night searching things online or in books does not replace the years of studying that a rabbi does.

Rabbis are there to meet the community's needs. Yes, they are busy people, but they care. They won't turn you away for asking questions. They've dedicated their life to being able to answer these questions. I understand it can be intimidating, but it isn't like talking to a priest. Rabbis are not the communication medium between you and HaShem, they're just really knowledgeable and experienced human beings in this specific area.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Gambling or Gold

"Silvio... what will you do when you're king?" Morgan asked while studying in the library.

"Well, I'd work on making trades more efficient, growing and strengthening bonds with other countries, and making sure that fewer people here suffer because of the rules in place," Silvio explained.

"... would you break the system?" They asked

"Break the system?" Silvio looked surprised, the mere idea never passing his mind.

"Everything that has been in place only served to hurt you. So, you rely on the money you make to produce defenses for yourself, but more harm has come to you due to that money. Would you set in place a system that makes things better?" They asked, looking to Silvio.

"I think I will at least try, I have you by my side, and I will find others to help as well. We aren't the size of Rohdilite, but we are smaller than Obsidian, so I will be sure that whatever harm left from the last system leaves. No stone unturned. " Silvio looked to Morgan, serious and clearly dedicated.

Morgan smiled softly, leaning against Silvio. "I'm glad..."

"It's not going to be perfect, but I will do my best so that people don't have to be hurt to survive"

They nodded in agreement. "I'll be there to help when the time comes"

The time came over a year later.

There was a gathering, people of all different sotal standings, mixing and mingling together.

Silvio managed to buy out everything, then got people to have their own homes, tailored clothes made the way that they wanted, everything.

There were representatives from the three other nations there. Clearly confused as to why they were requested to attend this event.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sure you're wondering why you are here, for the most part. 'Is this Prince Silvio's crowning ceremony?' Is probably the most asked question. My father may have given me the throne, but I've decided that... an amazing, beautiful, complex country like ours is too big for one idiot to run. So today, I will not be crowned king. Instead, I went out and found a board of differnt kinds of people to help me run this country, haveing power over differnt sections, and haveing to meet up to talk about plans that may intersect in other areas.

All of you have experienced these changes in one way or another. With open and free schooling to anyone who wishes to attend, houses haveing been gifted to those who need them, tailor made clothes directly to people, changes in schooling that doesn't focious on the trades but instead fociouses on what the individual needs to learn and prosper. With these changes, no individual needs to worry about money or work within the country. That was the main goal here. To erase the systems that were made to idolize tyrants like me.

Now, you all may be scared because change is such a big thing. And what will happen when those I've selected die? I am currently working on that with those i now work alongside.

This is The Council."

Different individuals walked on stage and introduced themselves and what their duties on the council are.

"Carlo Santoro, I-I am a marine Biologist, so I will be making sure that the sealife that is in and a-around the country continue to thrive -"

After some more, the last two finally introduced themselves.

"Morgan Solace. I will continue my work helping those who struggle with day to day, along with the transition into our new system of government. I will not stand for the continued oppression of those who have been oppressed in the previous system." They said with a determined smile before taking a seat.

Silvio finally went ahead. "I am Silvio Ricci. I will be doing the trades and international disputes. Please do come to any of us if you ever have questions that relate to what we are doing. For now, I want everyone to enjoy the new chapter we are entering in Bentonite and hope for a bright future!" Silvio raised a glass of wine, and so did everyone else in cheers and drank it.

[twisted-gremlin]

I feel like- TWST and pride

Heartslabuyl Pride:

- I mean, I think Riddle makes sure people in his doorm know what every day represents and do something to celebrate that in general. Informational things about whatever, haveibg them wear a colour if it involves that, haveibg a meal based on the food whatever it is. When it comes to pride, he makes sure none is gonna be an ass about it. "Its scientifically reasonable and there are studies showing that it's natural in every species to be queer, intersex, transgenderd, aromatic, and asexual." He also makes sure that those who are whatever get a chance to talk about themselves and their experiences to the first years and the first years get to too. If they want of course, he wont force them into anything. Just, dont be homophoboc or its off with your head and a shit ton of studying

- in Heartslabyl, the only student there that we are close to who probably had a bad experience is Cater. He already has had a bad home life so he has kept this extra tidbit to himself too. He let's it out more at school and is the one who keeps an eye out for those who have bad home lives or is struggling in the closet and is just kinda there for them

- Trey, he such a mom when it comes to anything, so when it comes to being gay- and you just came out. Expect a cake in the pride flag that you cane out as, but if it's unlabeled you get a rainbow. He also knows where things are for students who are transitioning, he checks in to make sure you took off your binder/boobs after 12 hours or when you're eating

- Ace probably teases you. But you get to tease him back, as the pansexual man that he is. I think he would be a big activist tough, makeing sure none gets treated poorly by anyone. And if they do, they get to deal with him, and Deuce.

- Deuce beats up homophobes with Ace. It really ticks him off when he sees that sort of thing. But he also learned from Trey where all the differnt things are for trans kids and queer kids. He needs to be a good honor student after all, so he'll be takeing over Treys work when he leaves

Savanaclaw Pride

- I feel like, Savanaclaw wouldn't do much for pride, not because they don't belive in it, because where Leona comes from, the LGBT is quite accepted. So he makes sure those who are there, know that either accept people for who they are or get the fuck out.

- Ruggie is a sly little bastard, so he keeps an ear our for any bs that happens. Reporting it to Leona quickly

- Jack, quite the gay man himself, make sure that queer students in his doorm feel accepted. If they ever ask him for help with anything, he'll be more likely to do it.

Octanavile Pride

- well- the boys are so gay- oh so very gay oh my God. They do sell pride things like pride drinks, pastries, there is little pride flags at the tables. He will hold queer date nights, drag shows(those are Year round but more often during pride, he absolutely slays in his dress). The queer students get a little revenue boost aswell, since he specifically has them working those nights

- Jade, the ever so persuasive man, makes sure that none in Octanavile is going to do harm to any of the queer students. If they do well, he and Floyd get to have some fun :>

- Floyd does drag sometimes. You can't tell me he dosent. He is so all over the place with e v e r y t h i n g (including gender, sexuality, and attraction lol) but when he does do a show he gives it his all and everyone fuckin loves it. None knows what's going to happen, but they know Floyd is gonna be awsome

Scarabia Pride

- I think, with pride being a little more quiet and underground, when either Yuu or one of the students comes out to Kalim and explains the whole thing. This man makes sure to learn everything little thing he can about it so that he can throw the most epic pride parade EVER. Jamil helps of course (a little less reluctantly because, he is so quietly gay for this man and a few others and it's nice to see Kalim in a new light)

- Jamil is alot like Trey when it comes to Trans and queer students. He has things for them if they need it, when Kalim learns about pride he shows kalim where it is and what the students would need so Kalim also has some in his room now too to help those students.

Pomfiore Pride

- Vil is already an activist for queer people. Whatever makeup he has made marketed towards queer people he makes sure is CHEAPER than regular products while keeping the quality. He has things in his room to help with trans students feel their authentic selves and will even teach them how to use them and is very strict when to use them and when not to.

- Rook knows who in the doorm is and isn't queer, and who is and isn't out. He makes sure trans students get the things that they need when their time of the month comes around, he helps queer students ask their crushes out. He is just a good support. None dares try to be homophobic, or else they face the wrath if Rook and Vil

- Epel being a Tans man that has only socially and recently started to physically transition is still quite insecure about things. But I think other trans kids would look up to him, wither amab or afab, because he has taken this chance to learn how to be a man healthily under Vil, and accept the parts of him that is feminine.

Ignahyde Pride

- first of all, the lights from the tech in thr doorm change from purely blue to one of each pride colour (some students can also select ddoffernt pride flag for it or gave a little one in the corner of their screens) Iida makes sure if you try to switch it off, it fuckin fails. He also trolls homophobes as a passtime

Diasomnia Pride

- in Briar Valley, love is such an important thing to them. It's what hatches a dragons egg after all. So, they don't discriminate on what kind of love surrounds an egg, weather it be two mothers two fathers, a mother and a father, whatever it may be. Love is important culturally. So, of Malleus hears the silly thing of someone in his doorm being discriminates against by anyone because of these trivial things. A big storm is brewing, and the one who dared to hurt thar student is going to PAY

- When it comes to Lilia, a nonbinary ✨️Icon✨️, he has adapted the most and easiest out of all those who cane from Briar Valely, so he also would have a place to store differnt things for the LGBTQ students under his care.

- Silver is very awkward and standoffish to those he dosent know well but he hopes that part of an alliance between humans and fae that the positives of both of the species rub off on eachother. He is quite supportive if someone he knows does come out to them and he makes it feel like it's just a normal thing to be and makes them feel safe to be themselves

- Sebek, is quite protective of his doorm mates and those he calls a friend. So, you better not have insulted them with no good reason behind it. Because he is LOUD.

Staff

- Crowley probably have fuck all knowledge of pride, but he may have some things for students if he knows that they are trans, just in case.

- Crewl secretly makes potions that makes his students a little more comfortable in their bodies (aka he has tans potions that gives a student the body of the opposite sex, if you want just specific things gone he would teach that student)

- Trein is a little old fashioned, but he respects his students for being who they are. He knows as much as he could about queer history that haven't been erased already and teaches what he can of it too

- Vargas is another teacher that would have access to afab products in his desk, and if you get them from him, he'll also go a little easier on you for the week

- Sam dosent do the pink tax bs at all, it'd part of why he is so popular. He knows how to market and sell to people at the best prices, no bs hideing behind the scenes or anything. He does give away pride flags or a little pride thing during pride month aswell to those he knows are supportive or queer themselves

[nyxe1]

Doctor’s personalized Assistant Bot_Doctors to talk to his patients

Note: The original article is on authors webpage.

Should Bot Robot take some load form real human doctors?

Well, first answer is “No” but why then we want AI based doctors?

— -The lines are long, the queue to doctor’s chambers is big

— -Fees are very high for doctor’s visit

— In case of pandemic and epidemic such AI tools can be helpful.

— -Medicines are costly, buying the optimal medicines can be done by bots who are aware of alternative medicines

— Other therapy can be talked off

— Enough time if needed can be taken at appropriate charges

— -All people cant access the best guidance and the best treatment

— Obviously treatments like cancer are tough for bots to handle

— Even doctos and nursing staff too may feel lighter load if such service is guaranted to be helpful

— Doctors can clear a bot to be a junior doctor under him.

— Doctors can do it if their patients allow their therapy under a doctor to be allowed to be shared with AI to lead the doctor.

— Doctor Me Am can have bot named Junior Doctor Am,

— Junior Doctor Am is a bot who is trained with all medicial books, all clinaical cases that people in NHS wants to share.

— NHS around the world can request people to share their medicial history of their family members who are not here, and of their own, how else can AI learn more?

— Other wise NHS doctors and nursing staffs would ask for salaries rise, with high stress workload, and no perks.

— Junior doctor Am Bot, may talk to patients in absence of Doctor Am, but the final sign of the doctor prescription to be signed by the doctor only

— All this may provide world class medicine even in villages of central Africa.

— All this need regional data, Africa data may not be same as Asia data which would be differnt to problems faced in west. Hence, option may be given to patients to donate thier medical data, to help the load doctors and nursing staff handle in world.

— Once data is there, medical data is collected, traning must start.

— Once traning complete, testing in real time with doctors like Doctor Am, above, can train his personal junior doctor on traning named Bot Am.

— Rest is reinforcement learning, regular updates in medicine fields, new updates from around the world

— No special things needed, EDR, electronic document records.

— So if some of you can share your medical data few others may save 50% on health checkup.

— If you cant share medicial data its completely ok, but do enagaged in bot studies, as each experience matters, no one is forcing you for anything, happy ?

— What Bot Doctor prescribe still need to be signed by the senior doctor.

— We heard some countries are investing high in Medicine and AI,

— This may reduce load of doctors on OPD, rather they can focus on IPD, so lesser strikes by medical people.

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[twisted-gremlin]

I'll go with my self insert here since they are the most common

Name: Morgan (circling sea); Rook's nick name: roi du arc-en-ciel(aka king of the rainbows; because rainbow hair and gay af he needs to aknowladge it); Floyd's is Hermit Crab (introvert who can and will bite back of attacked basically lol)

Inspiration: meh- lol- depending on the event i do add design elements of both heros and villains

Age/Bday: 18(younger than me irl), but a first year still due to the whole comeing from a differnt universe, May 21st is our bday. Horrorscope is Tarus and Gemini, and I think it does work well with us

Doorm: Housewarden of Ramshakle, but with magic everyone agrees they would be in Diasomnia. But they made Ramshakle into the 'outsiders' doorm for those who don't feel like they belong anywhere.

Class: 1-A with Deuce, Ace, Grim, and Rain(TWST Luz). They care alot about the friends that they made, there is alot of teasing from them and jokes, but there is still alot of care from everyone.

Hight: 5'10 and proud. Epel is jealious and tries to figure out their secrets, they enduldge him a bit until they give up and admit it's just good genes

Hair/eye colour: hair is naturally brown but dyed rainbow. Eyes are dominatly blue with green around the middle (central heterochromia) for natural hair it would be Jamil, opposite would probably be Azul? For the eyes closest would be Epel.

Homeland: Canada/Earth. Only Rain was known prior because he also got Isikaied into the world. Stleast they both aren't alone!

Club: Arts club, their club members are Amara Maplewood(TWST Mable/Rapunzel), and Moxxy Rango(TWST Star). They do art projects together and some murals that Crowley requests and commissions them (Morgan needs some fuckin money so ye XD) they all get along well and boundaries are respected. They all do return to their doorms a mess tough-

Subject: Arts and Magical Technology are their strong suits. They do however have a hard time in PE. But they made sure to setup a sort of IEP(independent education plan) with Crowley that allows things to be a bit easier for them with the classes that they can't do. They often study with Rain and the rest of the first years on things and even have learned about Glyphs for this world.

Hobby: they got a number of hobbies that often revolve around something creative. They often play games with Lilia or Idia. Azul sometimes may hire them as a graphic designer. Vil has also gone to them to do some embroidery for costumes. They also often bake with Trey for unbirthday parties

Pet peves: yelling. Sebek and Riddle most often comit this crime. But they have already let them know about it so quickly apologize to them when calmer. Riddle often gifts them an apology tart he has learned to make, while Sebek makes something as an apology

Food: sweets. Cheesecake to be very specific, it can be just about any kind. But their natural enemy is prokchops. They can and will cry over it if someone tries to feed them it (not at all irl experence). They happily share their cheesecake with their friends, especially if they made it themself. Grim or Jack are often given the food that they don't like. They fight Ace over foods they both like tho

Talents: exelling creative skills. Rook, Vil, Amara, Moxxy, and Malleus are often appreciative of this skill and helps support them in whatever they need. Bakeing, most of Heartsbyul absolutely love theirs and Treys bakeing, they even argue who is better

No unique magic/signature spell, just Glyphs

Quote: just because I've struggled dosent mean anyone else should.

Personality: Creative, Empathetic, Self Critical would probably be the big ones. Closest to Idia, Malleus, Aduce, Trey, and Rain.

Backstory: casually taken from their life in our dimension and tossed into Twisted Wonderland. Before that all happend they had been trough many differnt betrayals of family, friends, and a lover. Even figuring out that they were disabled and haveing to fight tooth and nail to be recognized as such. They want to help those who have had their voices silenced gain it again, to be able to say what they mean and stand on their own two feet. They had a hard time when they first came to TW, but over time, facing the overblots, helping those who have been trough that and those that they see struggle in any way aswell and accept their help. They just have a hard time reaching their hand out sometimes, haveing a hard time putting all of their faith in others, why should they? They aren't going to be there forever... right?

Pick one:(only main cast and not my other ocs lol)

Fav from each doorm:

Heartslabyl: Trey: Bakeing bro, absolutely understands where he is comeing from. Very helpful towards them and helps him with Aduce and some other responsibilities

Savanaclaw: Ruggie: absolutely fucking broke with him. Finds him a bit hilarious. They help eachother with chores and gets shir from Leona

Ocatavile: Azul: very much understands him on a spiritual level. Employer of the month for him. Talks about some of the different ways of liveing with him. Plays boardgames together sometimes too

Scarabia: Kalim: sweet bean. No turama to dump on them. Does his best to improve for Jamil and his other workers and classmates. ADHD friends

Pomfiore: Epel: born in the cold, will die in the cold. Grew up in a small town in bumb fuck nowhere. Is completely ok with Epel punching someone for calling them both girls

Ignahyde: Idia: gaming friends. Very much AUDHD stuff together. Info dumps about anime and games to eachother. Gaming all nighters

Diasomnia: Silver: they do care alot about Malleus, but Sikver wins for this. Calm and quite when it comes to him and they just need a break. They can hangout in comfortable silence. Dueling practice with eachother.

Fav housewarden/Vice housewarden:

Housewarden: Azul: as a fellow housewarden they like Azul the most when it comes to that and how he handels it. The students under him don't fear him, but respect him, and he pays a liveing wage for their work. He has improved inter doorm relationships after his overblot aswell

Vice Housewarden: Jade: he helps to a point where is needed and dosent take over the job when not asked, but dosent coddle Azul either. He has a good work life balance. He can be a chaotic leader, but it is enjoyable

Fav in each year

First year: Duce: full on respect for the self improvement goals. He is willing to ask for help and help where he can. He is good with tech too!

Second year: Riddle: good person to go to if needing help with your studies. Very respectable and direct. Adaptable to how you learn aswell.

Third year: Vil: really good when it comes to teaching. Can be strict, but that can be good at times. Holds you and himself responsible if needed to be.

If wanted I can do my other ocs-

GET TO KNOW YOUR TWST OCs (and their relationships)

(Or how I make up excuses to blabber about my OC lol. Most of the "who" questions are aimed at the twst cast, but feel free to include other twst OCs as well!)

Name: What does your twst OC's name mean? Why does Rook/Floyd call them [insert nickname]?

Inspiration: Is your twst OC inspired by any villains? Concepts? Anything Disney-related?

Age/Birthday: How old is your twst OC? When is their birthday? Whose birthday (among the cast) is closest to your twst OC's? Does the horoscope lie or do they get along well?

Dorm: Which dorm is your twst OC in? Why? Which qualities they have make them suitable for said dorm? Do they have a roommate and how is their relationship?

Class: Who is your twst OC's classmate(s)? How would you describe their relationship? Did they have different classmates in previous year and did they get along?

Height: How tall is your twst OC? Are they conscious about their height? Are they close to someone with similar leg length?

Hair/Eye color: What are your twst OC's hair and eye colors? Who got the closest/opposite palette to them?

Homeland: Where is your twst OC from? Do they know anyone from the same hometown prior to NRC?

Club: Which club does your twst OC join and why? Is there anything memorable about the club fair day/their first day at the club? Which clubmate is their favorite?

Subject: What is your twst OC's best subject? Worst? Do they study with another whom excels at the same subject? Do they ask anyone for help with the subject they are bad at?

Hobby: What are your twst OC's hobbies? Who among the cast will they possibly ask to join in their pastime?

Pet peeves: What are your twst OC's pet peeves and which one in the cast accidentally (or not) commit the "crimes"? How will your twst OC deal with that person?

Food: What is your twst OC's favorite and least favorite food? Why (optional)? Is there anyone they can share their favorite food? Is there anyone they can count on to take over the food they dislike?

Talent: What is your twst OC's talent(s) and who can properly appreciate that?

Unique Magic/Signature spell: What is your twst OC's UM (if applicable)? What can they do? What is the incantation? Is there any weaknesses/loopholes and who can exploit those?

Quote: Give me something your twst OC will say. Either something they always say or something iconic they said. Something that helps solve the problems or something that is a catalyst to even more issues.

(Ok I'm kinda running out of ideas here) Personality: Give me 3 adjectives to describe your twst OC. Or an essay. Whichever works. Whose personality among the cast is closest to your twst OC and do they get along?

Backstory: Tell me anything about your twst OC's backstory. Their childhood, their parents, their siblings etc. Does their backstory affect how they are as a character now and how they interact with the cast?

Pick only one: Let your twst OC pick only one and explain the reasons: only one favorite from each dorm, only one favorite housewarden/vice housewarden, only one favorite first/second/third year etc.

(For my beloved yume shippers) Partner: Who do you ship your twst OC with? Are they in a relationship? If yes, how did it start/end? If no, why?

[velabeauties]

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[wildlycuriouswanderercj]

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dont enslave yourself

if you dont need to

if u need to u need to

if u dont need to do it

dont do it

just go and live life

its that simple

when the gates are open

at a low close

and u dont do it

u ultimate miss out

on those few months

u miss out

on all good things i may possible occur

what u dont want is in ur 50s

and wishing u had the chance now

when ur mom and dad is old and weak

has no more money

thats when life really gets hard

right now.

we are free

we can do anything we want

we can go and start up again that nline class

we can go and travel

we can go and live

we can go and get motivated

and get inspiried

before the life

before society turns to shit

before something else after covid comes.

we need to move.

we cannot hold on

we have to go

we can come back.

we always can and will

but we have charged up enough

and enough is all u need

me and john

weere not getting close

he doesnt like me

at all

and i dont need anybod

ANYBODY’

to like em at all

i dont like anybody

actually i love everybody workin there

everybody is cool

except a few

like jomar

but hes like the only one that sucks

oh and will

hes kinda sucks too

but julio is cool

and mario

and simon

u know

i really dont give a shit about anybody here

i just cant wait to ship out and deploy again

i am leave july

and latest august

i am leave

i will not stay here

i cannot

its not that i cannot or should not

its that i am not suppose to

and i cannot

and i should not

because its a waste of life

no

its a environment that doesnt allow me 

to be my best self

u need t put urself

in the environment

u

need to 

put YOURSELF

in the best environment

for YOURSELF

ur friendse

or co worker

u are only in charge of where u put urself.

not others

fuck others

u are resposibile only for your location

and maybe one u like

but h=ur here to make money

and takes it

u leave

boom

yeah most people i work with

cool

and im have a good time

but i cannot stay

this comfortable environtment

isnt making me grow any much more

matter in fact

i think i decelerated a bit from the grown charcter i was

now things are differnt

we need to grow bigger

stronger

we need to spend more time studying

how to become greater smarter

faster richer

we will go do just that

july 23

were coming

no were going. earlier the better 

[thestrangestinthisstrangeland]

Can You Kiss Me More

~A Mandalorian “What If Things Were Different” story in the Incandescent Bodies series~

Rating: E (MINORS DNI) f/f/m, oral female receiving, missionary, face sitting, doggy oral combo, just a ton of threesome shenanigans, one dick two very eager friends, you love them both, they love you, why not bring everyone together.

Word Count: 4K

Summary: You and your best friend need a lift to Coruscant, so who better to hitch a ride with than the Mandalorian. Din's the best dick in the galaxy and she's got magic between her legs. Bringing the man you love and the girl you can't live without together might just be your best idea yet.

AN: Ever wonder how just the slightest change in your actions or choices could alter your life? Yeah, me too. In these next couple of stories, you and Din experience fun and love in vastly differnt ways, spanning space and time.

Riah has been your best friend since the moment you met at the museum. But what if there was more to it than that. Afterall, flirting is fun. Sex is even better. So what if you acted on the little impusles that for whatever reason you've always ignored. What if you said fuck it, and just had fun...

Laying in bed on the Razor Crest is about as comfortable as you'd expect, and you weren't expecting much; after all, the man who flies it can sleep in a helmet. This board posing as a mattress must feel like a cloud comparatively.

It hardly matters though. Your mind is on other things, not Din Djarin's lack of luxury offerings. In fact, you are completely preoccupied.

Gazing down the length of your bare legs, you smile, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling very –what's the word? Sultry?

Half the mood is your doing; it was your idea to finally go for it after all. The rest is thanks to Riah.

Stunning from the top of her brilliant red hair to the bottom of her cute hooves, she is sweet, but Riah knows what she wants, and these things combined make her completely irresistible.

Her legs, a gorgeous shade of theelin pink and just a few inches longer than your own intertwine and gently rub along yours until you are moaning very softly, so eager for this to begin while still feeling giddy enough to keep it playful.

You try not to giggle, but you're always a silly disaster when springing a surprise on someone. Today is no different.

"Shhhh" Riah tries to hush you, her finger to her full lips. She's always been the more reserved one, and even she can't hold it in.

Pressing your foreheads together, each warning the other to keep quiet between kisses that tease, you have flashbacks to your time at university. This is just like desperately trying to keep it together during lecture hall, which, as everyone knows, is the perfect place to lose your shit and snort a laugh despite your best efforts to stay quiet, but you're just so nervous and excited.

There's something so funny about the fact that your wonderfully reliable Mandalorian has no idea what he's in for.

You'd sent the message with a smile, knowing that he'd be quick to reply. Din has no problem helping his friends out, especially you.

Now, you hate to treat the man like a taxi, but the Razor Crest does seem to be at your disposal whenever you need it, or him. With the Awards in Historical and Cultural Studies being given out on Coruscant and both Riah and yourself up for an award– two for you actually– you knew Din would never say no.

"Is that him?" She whispers, grabbing your arm.

You nod. He's coming down the ladder after putting the ship on auto.

You bite down on your lip and wait for it, closing your eyes until you can feel him standing there.

One eye opens, then the other, followed by a rush of heat. The beskar looks almost black in the dim light. Even after the many random hookups, he still manages to stop your heart. Not to mention the way you've both been toying with the idea of more than just sex. But for right now, sex will do just fine.

"What the…"

You and Riah break out into a fit of giggles.

He steps forward, holding Grogu tight, and quickly covers the little guy's eyes. Curious as ever, Grogu tries to peek around, but Din turns to the side, his own eyes fixed on the two women in his sleeping quarters.

Whether or not he knows it, you and Riah have always enjoyed a good fuck when you're in the mood. Honestly, it was clear from the start that there was a spark in your friendship you don't typically find in the workplace. From the second you looked at one another in the archives room that first week and she smiled — you think you did too— you've been inseparable. Laughing about annoying bosses is always therapeutic; it's the awful dating scene on Glavis that needs the most humor. Half the time, you end up in each other's beds anyway. She is the closest thing to female perfection you've ever seen, or touched, or kissed, or licked… For whatever reason, she seems to feel the same about you.

Her hand on your stomach is stroking lightly. You draw your foot up along her leg, reach over to run your fingers down the three small horns along her temple, and stroke her cheek.

Turning her face towards yours –you look back and smile at Din, inviting him to watch as you dive in.

Her lips are warm and soft, so fucking soft.

The kiss is quick, but you let your thigh lay to the side. Riah's hand starts to glide back down over your stomach, inching towards the warmth between your legs.

You're so wet with anticipation that your pretty slit sparkles in the bad lighting as you both show him just how much further you'd like to take it… oh and you're both completely naked.

"Maybe he should take a nap up in the cockpit?" She suggests. Grogu, is still hidden at his side, but you close your legs for at least a hint of modesty.

Din is speechless.

You can feel him looking you both up and down.

"Din? You okay?" You ask, sitting up on your elbows.

Without saying a word, he reaches over your heads, grabs a blanket from the tiny hammock, and leaves, quickly going back up the ladder.

"Was that a yes or a no?" Riah whispers.

You chuckle softly; you know him well enough now to know that if he didn't want this, he would have said so. "Pretty sure he'll be back."

She smiles and looks at you like only Riah can. She makes your body hot and your pussy pulse in time with your heartbeat.

Without hesitating, you grab her face, pulling her close, your fingers sliding into her bright, candy red hair that hangs in loose waves down to her shoulders, and lose yourself in her sweet kiss.

She moves like water, flowing without stopping until you're on your back and under her svelte warmth. Leaving her soft hair, your hand smoothes down the length of her neck and you picture her cute spots of red like freckles across her chest that match her hair. Tracing over and around the heavy curve of her breast, you brush her nipple to make her moan in your mouth before running your palm down her soft belly. Your fingers twitch as you go; you're so eager to get them wet.

A large, strong hand grabs your ankle.

With a gasp, you pull from Riah, both of you turning your attention to find Din looking massive in the framework and dominant in his stance.

"Which one of you wants it first?" He asks, still holding your leg.

You laugh a little, but your heart thuds hard in your chest. "Hmm. You pick," You say with a cheeky grin.

Because you practically share a brain at this point, Riah does exactly what you've imagined could happen and goes onto her back, turning your thoughts into reality.

You both part your thighs just enough to give him one hell of a view. She may be pink all over, but you're just as rosey where it matters at the moment.

Din sighs long and hard. "Not fair." He laughs and takes off his gloves, tossing them aside.

He reaches in over you again but this time takes the little hammock off the hooks, gently placing it on the floor before he's back to being the hunter.

Standing tall, he assesses the two of you like caught bounty, and now he gets to enjoy the reward-- these two stunning options.

Sliding a hand down your thigh as he comes in, Din rests a knee on the bed. The touch of his fingers makes you shut your eyes and pull your lips in, pressing them tight together. When you hear Riahs little inhale, you know he's touching her too.

You peek over and see him slide his finger up her divide, circling her clit just enough to make you both moan.

"Get her wet." He tells you.

She is, but he wants Riah dripping.

You give him a smirk. He's in the mood to give orders, and you are here for it.

Nodding her over, you watch Riah sit up and straddle you, slowly inching up until her lovely pussy is over your face.

You exhale slowly through your nose, your eyes going a little sleepy as you take in the sight. You love it here --in this soft place-- you could stay here forever.

Cupping her ass, you bring Riah down and let the familiar scent and taste flood your senses.

With a mouth full of pussy, you let your legs lay open wide as Din shoves a finger into you. You moan loudly against her silky folds and start to lick with the enthusiasm of his pumping until Riah lets out a soft cry that echoes along the metal walls.

"Shh. Not so loud" He tells her.

You pull back when you hear her moan change. He's in the little room now, a long arm around her neck from behind while his left hand never stops, and the sight makes your pussy flex around his thick finger.

"Is this what you two like to do?" He asks, only half caring about the answer; you can hear the lust in his voice.

"Mmhm." She manages.

"You feel her tongue?"

She gives a long soft mmmmm as you flick her clit. Playing with Riah should be all you ever have to do, no other obligations but this hot pussy. You open your eyes to get a glimpse of her tiny peak and smile. She's wet alright.

"What does it feel like?" He asks, breathing harder under the helmet.

"Warm." She sighs. "Firm, but…" You plunge into her hole and fuck her with your mouth. Riah's hand is in your hair, her moans deeper but quiet as he's instructed. "Wet–and…" She inhales sharply, letting it out in a sigh as she speaks, "She's in my pussy." She moans, and Din groans into her hair.

It doesn't take long before she's rocking her hips and fucking your face until you can't breathe. She's close, and the joy of bringing your best friend to orgasm is unlike anything else you've known. And then, you feel the loss of his heat and weight, and the bed rises.

Still lost in Riah's coming climax, you're only mildly aware of him shoving your legs apart again and raising your hips.

When he plunges that fat cock inside of you so fast that you scream with delight-- her small thrusts muffling the sound-- he takes your full attention.

Riah reaches down and grabs your hair. You'd lost your rhythm and she wants it back. She's in control now.

Fucked and fucking…

You feel used in the most glorious way.

This should have happened a while ago.

Your tongue glides up. You want her to cum quickly so that you can (quietly) scream Din's name. Your tongue flicking over her stiff clit again and again and again should just about do it. You do tend to get cocky, but her increasing yelps and "ahhs" back up your assumption that you are very good at eating pussy.

Riahs hips jerk, she shudders and stops moving.

Come in my mouth , you think with a silent laugh of pleasure.

Right on que, you feel the wet change. It is hot and sticky as she pulses, and you bury your tongue in her hole again, tasting every drop, feeling the contractions of her impossibly soft flesh. She stays mounted until the very last shiver.

Even Din is too captivated by the sight to pay attention to his dick inside of you, although you feel him give a few hard involuntary twitches.

Riah relaxes. She slowly falls away, breathing hard beside you, a goofy grin on her face. "Her turn," She tells him, a sexy purr in her voice.

Din's gravely groan gets your attention, and he grabs your hips, tilting his forward until you arch your back against the thrust of his cock. He drives as deep as he can, grinding slow to make you let go and give in with a heavy cry.

Riah's hand is over your sticky mouth and stays there as he fucks you.

"With the armor on…" She whispers and gives a half-smile as though the mystery has been solved. You would laugh if you could spare the breath, but he is unrelenting.

Your fingers dig into his metal-clad arms as his fingers threaten to leave bruises on your thighs.

Again and again, he drives into you. The tension building in both your bodies is so intense, Riah can feel it. She leans her head against yours, her mouth opens with the happy breath of a well fucked bystander…

Din stops.

He holds you up by the hips, both of you moaning and shivering and flexing and throbbing as he manages to keep two orgasms as bay. "You, come here." He tells Riah.

She drags her gaze from your lovely expressions and looks at Din.

"Ask nicely." She teases.

He puffs a laugh. "Please… now."

Amused, she scoots, her eyes locked on him.

Din leans in and gently touches her horns, which she's said is like having someone tickle your ear with their breath. They are quite the erogenous zone when done right.

He slides his finger down her cheek, over her lips, and into her mouth.

Her muffled sounds are so sweet that you move your hips, chasing friction, wanting him to fuck you while she sucks his finger. But no. He's doing this on purpose; he must be. Din always has been something of a tease.

You roll your eyes but smile when he looks at you. You know he is too, even as he moans softly and drags his finger from Riah's lips.

When he pulls from you, you start to pout, but he grabs your thighs and slides your ass to the edge of the bed, grabs your ankles, and puts your feet up to rest along the ledge, followed by Riah's, who came to lay next to you on her own.

Looking very pleased with himself, Din steps back, stroking his weapon of choice with a soft chuckle, and shakes his head like he can't believe his luck.

Never one to miss a golden opportunity, he doesn't waste another second, and Riah has to stifle her cries when he chooses her first.

The excitement of watching him fuck your friend is going to push you towards the orgasm he just stopped you from having. She keeps her little moans to a minimum as best she can, but you don't know how. His big dick is wrecking her until Din pulls away, gasping for air. You wish he would take off a layer or two or three so that you can see his broad chest and muscular arms, but there's also something incredibly sexy about him like this too.

Tongue between your teeth, your light snicker makes him look to you next.

You really thought he'd need a minute, but no. He grabs your knees, pushes your legs back, and plunges his cock, still wet from Riah's hot pussy, into yours.

It takes no more than a few of his hard thrusts before you're saying his name like you've been aching to do. But he's not ready for it to end, he wants to try it all.

In your ravaged haze, you feel him pull away again and step back.

Din says something, but you're beyond listening. So watching Riah lower her legs and step out of bed only to bend over with her face inches from your sex is a pleasant surprise.

Her fingers spread you wide, and she starts to lick.

Your eyes close instantly, and your head drops back as you sigh into the small space, but you really need to see this.

Din steps up behind her, gives her ass a smack, and shoves inside.

Fuck.

This is going to be quick.

Her soft pink hips in his big rough hands is the hottest contrast you've ever seen, even as he fucks her like he's trying to break through a wall. Riah gives your pussy the deepest moans and high-pitched squeals of ecstasy until you aren't unable to do anything except watch — your eyes are locked on his black visor— feel -- she's so good at this she's still got your clit throbbing against her tongue-- and cum.

"I can't take it." You breathe.

He nods, and Riah does her best to keep standing as he drills into her, and you start to contract and release in long, blissed-out waves.

Your eyes close again. You've seen enough, in fact that was all you'll ever need.

Your smile is broken by heavy breaths as you cum on soft, dark pink lips, and a very skilled tongue.

One last push from him, and she's shoved into your slit to moan through her own orgasm, raising her head as she cums on his cock with little bursts of laughter and soft sighs until she is quiet.

Din is silent, but you see the tension beneath the armor as you raise your head. Like a rope tightly wound wire, he stands there until finally, he moans in that soft, relieved way, just like the first time you ever heard him cum, and as he's done with you so many times since. The sound that makes you shiver as you smile.

"Fuck." Riah mumbles when he steps back, and she pulls herself up to collapse beside you.

After a minute or two, Din snaps back to life and closes his pants, resting his hand on the doorway, still a little unsteady on his feet, "Yeah." He answers.

You laugh a little and reach for him, happy when he takes your hand and strokes back and forth with his thumb as you all slowly come down together.

Eventually, he lifts his head, looking away, aware of something you are not. "Just a few hours now," He says.

You can hear it plain as day in his voice. He's sad that the trip is over. You feel a deep, all-consuming happiness that reads as the warmest smile on your face. He can be the most direct man you've ever met, or totally cryptic. Both make your heart ache.

"Care to join us on Coruscant?" Riah asks, sitting up.

Din looks down at her, thinking it over for a moment, then sits at the edge of the bed. "I can't stay... but I'd be proud to walk you both in."

"Oo." You wiggle your brows. "A Mandalorian escort! We'll be the talk and envy of the ball." You sit up to put your arms around his broad shoulders and kiss the sharp edge of his helmet.

*

The weight of your gown swishing around your ankles feels exquisite.

The small train that trails behind you is divine.

With each step, the high split up the center shows a glimpse of your legs, and you are absolutely certain that you could get very used to living like this. Why should the rich and famous get to keep this world? You want in on the exclusivity-- at least until later tonight when your feet will inevitably hurt.

Your hair and makeup took longer than Riah's because you're a little more particular, but the fuss was well worth it.

And poor Din.

You look at him and smile. He waited so patiently.

"You look like a star." He'd said as you stepped out of the hotel elevator. He'd gone down to secure a speeder while the finishing touches were applied.

"I feel like one too. Shame I can't act." You'd said, pulling a goofy face.

"No" He'd taken your hands, his smile heard in his words, "Like a true star. Lots of little things put together to create this one, brilliant sight." He'd wanted to touch your face but didn't dare ruin your makeup. Instead, he pulled you close, trailing the back of his gloved finger down the center of your chest until he touched the low neckline of your dress. "You're stunning."

Even now, you feel the warmth of that touch.

Laying your right hand over your left, both hold onto Din's arm as he escorts you and Riah into the concert hall where the awards ceremony is being held.

Leaning forward, you sneak a peek at Riah. She's holding onto his other arm while waving at colleagues she knows but you've never met. Always the socialite, that one. You roll your eyes with a smile that Riah catches. She tosses back a wink that makes you grin.

The short black dress with exaggerated puff sleeves and a gold collar she's wearing is breathtaking. If you look like a star, Riah is the supernova, at least in your eyes.

"Right this way," A droid says as you go through the ornately carved doorway inlaid with gold. The atrium is overwhelming in size and beauty, but that doesn't stop the three of you from grabbing the crowd's attention as you walk in.

She gives a nod of thanks to the droid and smiles up at Din who slides his hand around her waist and down over her ass.

Yes, you're leaning back to see. It's funny. Something about this just works. His hand on her is as perfect as his arm there for you. If only he would stay…

And with that perfect timing, you approach the double doors that lead to your seats near the stage.

It's time to say goodbye.

"Thanks for the arm." You say with a sigh and turn to look at Din.

"Anytime."

"Will you come see us again soon?" Riah asks, her hand on his shoulder.

The people passing by can't seem to stop themselves from staring at the Mandalorian and the two women he walked in with. Confusion, jealousy, intrigue, all of this, and more that you don't see swirls around you.

"As soon as I can." He answers honestly, stroking her cheek. She smiles and nods. When he looks over at you, Riah slips away, knowing that while this is fun, what the two of you have is something special; it's something– more. She's not ready to commit to anything more than a good time, for now. You however, are finding it harder and harder to ignore your heart.

You do your best to smile for him. "I'll miss you; I always do,"

"I know." He says, his soft voice like torture. You want to hear him whispering to you in the dark of your room. You want to listen to him laugh when you say something utterly ridiculous. You even want to hear the way he so gently scolds Grogu. "I'll miss you" is an understatement, but as Din would tell you, "this is the way".

"You'll forget about me as soon as you walk in there and they start calling your name. How many of these, awards, are you up for?"

You grin and turn your face, all bashful. "Two"

He gives a single, soft laugh. "You'll be too important for the likes of me real soon."

You scoff and lay your hand on his chest, looking into the black. "I won't pretend I'm not excited. But that doesn't change how I feel Din Djarin. I always count the days between our time together."

He sighs and pulls you close. You've never felt his hands on you when you're wearing something so expensive. Yeah, you could definitely get used to this life, in fact, you already are. For a brief moment, it's just the two of you, parting the steady flow of attendees with your blossoming love that neither of you is brave enough to give in to.

You and your Mandalorian. How do you manage to ever say goodbye?

"Keep out of trouble." He says quietly with you still held close, your foreheads touching, hands holding tight. What a lovely contrast the two of you must make --you in your elegant dress, and he in his armor.

"You too Mando." You reply like it's nothing in an attempt to protect the fact that it's everything.

That unspoken feeling passes between you, and for a moment, you can't turn, but Riah is there, her warm hand on your back, the other on your shoulder to very slowly pull you away. "Come on, we don't want to miss anything, and I'm pretty sure they lock these doors once it starts," She says kindly. "Goodbye Din," She adds, pausing, her coy smile making him chuckle.

"Riah." He tips his helmet. "Until next time."

"Until then," She says, and in perfect unison, the three of you turn your backs to one another, and walk away.

Incandescent Bodies

[the-words-forever-unwritten]

Stares at you, Jona, highlight reel time

Spins around really fast, hehe my Todd headcanonsss

First starlie tho!!

"Oh, such a bad word, Meeks. How dare you?" I like this like...arough...the semi dismissivness of it right now while Meeks is freaking out but also being playful. It's just so Charlie hehe

"Charlie could feel sorry for him, but the spite burning through his body wouldn't let him. It just made this fight fun." I love the description here, it might the fight fun...this id a fight

"an old wound hurting with the changing weather. He had bled out a few times, but never enough to stay dead. " INSANE THIBG TO SAY/POS never enough to stay dead!!!

"Steven knew the entry and exit wounds or every foolish decision Charlie had ever made. " even more inane!! Stab wounds......

"maybe you can break my heart then, but not yet, you got me? Hey, what ..." you can break my heart then but not yet.....the expectation that he *will* break his head...inevitably but he can't do it...Meeks won't let him do it yet...

"a vacuum for those fragile words to die in. Don't cry, Steven. Don't think too much about it." I just really live the description this being a vacuum. I love that

"It was what had happened last time and it had left Charlie with broken pieces of the boy he loved. " broken pieces of the boy he loved...

"I'll make this work out, yes?""What?""Everything. I'll make it fine." This is just so.soft..wayhhh

"He would suffer the perils of studying things that burned his insides in their monotony, if it meant Steven would melt into his arms just a little easier, without anger, without worry."" IF IT MEANT STEVEN WOULD.MELT INTO HIS ARMS JUST A LITTLE EASIER He'd di it for him, eats drywall, he'd do it for him

"Should I apologize for shutting you up like this?" Steven laughed at the question."You should, yes." You should expect they. Just kiss again!!! I love them smm

I also loved the whole thing of Meeks talking about how he doesn't want Charlie to fail and him.not having to have him in class with him, like aroughhhh. I love it.

Anderperry now:

Giggling and kicking my feet my Todd headcanonsss

Hes a fidgeter....biter...biting stim....chews on pencils....

He let the cross fall under his shirt when Neil sees it...the shame.....he has so much shame...

"I'm afraid, I'm not good enough. I'm scared, I can never be someone. I'm terrified because I love a boy and he loves me back." I think i reacted this this before when you sent it in the server but image me biting drywall and spinning really fast AHHHHH I love a boy and he loves me back....... it would be so differnt if Neil didn't love him back but he does and that's so scary.....

"It made sense since the only higher power Neil had ever known had tried to break him again and again over the years. Todd couldn't imagine someone this mortal wielding this much power over him, but then he remembered his own parents. " WAUHHHHHHHHBNNB....... The only high power tried to break him again and again....fuck........Mr. Perry when I CATCh you

"The desk set laughed at him with the voice of his father." The voice of his father , im ill.....Mr. Anderson when I get you..

"If God could see me now, what would He say?" Wuhbb.....

"thinking about his words before he spoke, before saying the wrong thing again. Neil didn't understand it." And "He just needed to let Todd take it, hesitate and be braver for it. In this very moment it seemed like the wrong thing." Wuhahnnn Neil didn't understand why Todd has to take so long to think he just needed to let Todd be brave and have that moment but it was wrong right now......I really like these lines (insert the teehee emoji)

"Todd would never get used to the boy he loved breaking apart like this, but maybe it was for the better. He shouldn't get familiar with the sight, he had to rage and fight and worry (at least) because not enough people were in Neil's side like that." Again I'm just obessed with this description... he shouldn't get familiar with this sight....he had to rage fight and worry for Neil because not enough people did....he loves him....

". No, I'm not okay, but I get to kiss you. That's worth a lot." I get to kiss. That's worth a whole lot is living in my brain forever actually, kicks the ground and collapses

"12 minutes or 40 years." I told you before but you are literally do smart for this,,,the 12 apostles and 40 everywhere in the bible....aroughh I love you number symbolizes

"Neil kissed him back. He believed him." HE BELIVED HIM..........Never gonna leave my brain, I am eating dirt

7 for Starlieee

and maybeee if you were feeling up for it, 28 for AnderPerry...

STARLIE STARLIE STARLIE!!! Uhm, anyway! For those of you who don't know, that's my darling boy Steven Meeks and my other darling boy Charlie Dalton.

Both of these coming right up, let's go!

Answers to this ask game.

Content Warnings: blood (metaphor), wound (metaphor) [starlie] | internalized homophobia (kind of), parental abuse (implied), religious guilt [anderperry]

7 — starlie; a kiss to shut them up

"No, you don't get it." Steven paced again, his hands echoing some words, but mostly just moving, pointing at Charlie, bending his own fingers way back. He was nervous, obviously, but more so than usually.

He was also, currently, angry.

"Oh, what don't I get, genius? Enlighten me."

"Don't ... don't do that, Charlie." Stand, pause, point. "You do not get to be a bitch about this."

"Oh, such a bad word, Meeks. How dare you?" Charlie took his feet of the table, leaning forward, towards Steven.

"Shut up, Dalton. You infuriate me with your whole ... would you stop it with that grin."

"It's literally none of your business. This is my stuff."

"No. No, it's not." Steven started pacing again, taking his glasses of with one hand, rubbing the bridge of his nose with pinched fingers. Charlie could feel sorry for him, but the spite burning through his body wouldn't let him. It just made this fight fun.

"Yes, it is."

"No. Because if you don't keep up, if you don't sit your ass down to learn, you're going to fail the whole year. You're going to have to do all of this again. All these exams, the tests, the assignments. You're going to be held back and we won't ... we ... we won't be graduating together." Something about the way Steven said that was different that the anger.

"I don't want to do my senior year without you. I don't want to sit in class and turn around to see if you'll say something funny, and you're not there. I don't want to learn new things and not have you call me a nerd on impact because you know exactly how I get."

Something about the way Steven said that made Charlie's chest ache, an old wound hurting with the changing weather. He had bled out a few times, but never enough to stay dead. Steven knew the entry and exit wounds or every foolish decision Charlie had ever made. More of his near breaking voice—still anger, but because he was overwhelmed with everything, not because he raged—and Charlie would have to hurt the person responsible.

"You don't get to say, this is none of my business because you kissed me first and with that you made it my business. You will get through this school year and you will graduate with me and maybe you can break my heart then, but not yet, you got me? Hey, what ..."

Charlie had gotten up, had bridged the distance that seemed oh so terrible and had kissed Steven. It was rude to interrupt like that, but what else was new about Charlie?

He held the other boy tightly, one hand in his hair the other in his neck, lips pressed together, a vacuum for those fragile words to die in. Don't cry, Steven. Don't think too much about it.

"You ass—" Charlie didn't allow for more cursewords, more unintentioned cruelty Steven would stumble over. It was what had happened last time and it had left Charlie with broken pieces of the boy he loved. Steven had crumpled like paper when he had walked back, tears in his eyes that wouldn't fall, apologizing for speaking to him like that. It hadn't even been the worst thing Charlie had ever been called, but to Steven it was different.

Charlie had taken the apology even if he hadn't deserved it. This kiss now was necessary precaution, stopping Steven from hurting someone. Himself, in most cases.

Steven caved in silently and softly. The ground gave way carefully below them, when he wrapped his arms around Charlie as well, kissed him back, kissed him back, kissed him back.

When they parted for a moment to catch each others breath in the liminal space between them, Charlie grinned again. Steven glared.

"You're rude."

"I am." His voice was gentle and solid, he traced Steven's cheekbone with his thumb, following the motion rather than being buried alive in the dark brown eyes of the other boy. "I'll make this work out, yes?"

"What?"

"Everything. I'll make it fine." He would suffer the perils of studying things that burned his insides in their monotony, if it meant Steven would melt into his arms just a little easier, without anger, without worry.

"Okay."

"Should I apologize for shutting you up like this?" Steven laughed at the question.

"You should, yes."

He didn't. He kissed him again, though.

28 — anderperry; a kiss as a lie

Todd didn't think about certain things, but noticed he was doing them when zoning in on himself. He bit the ends of pencils, only noticed when the wood splintered. He picked at threads from his sweater and realized too late he was creating holes he'd have to patch up again. He played around with his necklace until he found Neil staring at it. Then he let it fall under his shirt. Smiled.

There was always a certain feeling of shame attached to these moments, getting caught in the act. He had no explanation for it, it just felt hot all the way down his spine and he had to stop, put the pencil down, smooth the fabric out, hide the crucifix necklass again.

Especially Neil watching him had a weight to it, his eyes fixed on the gold cross as if it was something to be scared of. Todd understood that, he himself had looked up at the cross in a church so many times, fearfully in prayer.

I'm afraid, I'm not good enough. I'm scared, I can never be someone. I'm terrified because I love a boy and he loves me back.

But Neil didn't believe in God, he didn't believe in any higher power. It made sense since the only higher power Neil had ever known had tried to break him again and again over the years. Todd couldn't imagine someone this mortal wielding this much power over him, but then he remembered his own parents. Then he stopped playing with the necklace and focused on homework. The desk set laughed at him with the voice of his father.

"Todd." Neil's voice was just a whisper. They were laying in Neil's bed, comfortably close even if the bed was too small, lips kissed until red, their legs tangled. Todd's arm was a pillow for Neil's head, his other hand lost somewhere between the fabric of Neil's shirt and the skin on his back. It felt forbidden and soft under his hands.

If God could see me now, what would He say?

"Yes, Neil."

"I love you. So much." Neil looked up, his eyes endless in the dim light of the bedside table lamp. "More than anything."

"I love you too," Todd answered after a heartbeat passed. The hesitation was something he had embedded in his bloodstream, thinking about his words before he spoke, before saying the wrong thing again. Neil didn't understand it.

He didn't have to.

He just needed to let Todd take it, hesitate and be braver for it.

In this very moment it seemed like the wrong thing.

"Are you okay?" he asked Neil. Endless eyes, his lips pressed into a tight line. He didn't look okay, but Todd needed him to say it. Speak aloud his thoughts and make himself heard. People listened to Neil, they always did.

Instead of an answer Neil kissed him. The world faded into the background for a moment, just Neil's hands on Todd's cheeks. Just them. Then Todd realized he'd not gotten an answer.

It was alright. In a way. Neil wasn't okay, but he would, he must tell Todd eventually. He always did, some way or another, with trembling hands, lips, heart. Todd would never get used to the boy he loved breaking apart like this, but maybe it was for the better. He shouldn't get familiar with the sight, he had to rage and fight and worry (at least) because not enough people were in Neil's side like that.

It still stung. The lie in Neil's kiss was a new ache in his chest, a feeling of mistrust and care at the same time. No, I'm not okay, but I get to kiss you. That's worth a lot.

"Todd?" They had almost been drifting off to sleep, blanket wrapped around them, the lights turned off. Todd didn't open his eyes when humming.

"Yes?"

"If ... if God told you to leave me. Would you?"

The question fell onto Todd's chest like a mountain, he couldn't breathe for a second or exactly 12 minutes or 40 years.

Eyes open. The room dark.

Hesitation again. Waiting to find an answer.

He leaned over to kiss Neil.

I don't know, my heart. I can't answer this. He doesn't speak to me anyway, so don't worry. Maybe I'll be braver, when He does. Maybe then I don't lie to you anymore.

Neil kissed him back. He believed him.

[iwasbored777]

This here is no salt at all, but do you think fu set marinette up for failure with making her the guardian?

Because if you think about the key roles to defeating hawkmoth there are 3.

The first two are the ladybug and the Black cat. Both miraculous are able to defeat akuma for good. The cat can cataclysm the butterfly, while the ladybug can cleanse them and heal the damage. Thats why the ladybug way is the way to go with less lasting damage. Both not knowing who is who is also a way to ensure that of one of them went bad, the other one is safe and can deal with the other. The only reason why marinette became leader is her more stratige problem solving. Heck no other ladybug today did an original plan what wasn't a reuse of one of her Plans.(adrien did the Plan from reflecta and alya did the Plan from the episode ladybug)

But now we have the third key Player the guardian. The one who is supposed to be hidding from the enemy and judge the chosen as Well keeping the other miraculous away from the enemy.

With him making her the guardian she would have to chose between one of both rules, but she tried to do both roles which couldn't be more differnt.

Most of her problems came from a place of trying to succed in two roles that are polar opposite. The guardian shouldn't be a part of the Team, because he has to judge logical and non biased as Well know what happens and who has which miraculous at all time. While the ladybug is supposed to be a part of the Team as Well as an equel stand to other holders in case she went bad and the other have to stop hem

Yeah that was really illogical from Fu. Fu chose Marinette as Ladybug but then he decided to train her to become the Guardian, which wouldn't be a problem if she didn't have to appear in every mission all the time, she can't do both at the same time. Marinette giving the miraculous to her friends and unifying more miraculous at the time when needed wasn't the sign that she immediately had to be trained for guardianship. He had more time to decide who will be the new guardian, but he started training her way before Miracle Queen. We can't say that he gave her the miracle box because he had no other choice, he knew what he was doing. I have a feeling that he either a) got tired of guardianship and wanted to get rid of it as quickly as possible and Marinette was the nearest option, or b) he genuinely thought that she can handle being Ladybug and the guardian at the same time at the age of 14 and that this would be a good idea. I would say that it's a good thing that he is no longer around to mess up even more but look what's happening. Marinette was clearly unready for that. It's like when you understand the subject but the teacher gives you a test without giving you enough time to prepare for it - you're still going to fail. But the only good thing is that if you understand the subject and you get another chance, you have an opportunity to study more, or at least remember your previous mistakes and try to do the opposite. Marinette doesn't have more time for preparation but she can at least remember every wrong step and try to come up with different plans to avoid another tragic outcome (take Chat Blanc for example).

[jess-p-edits]

Happy Storyteller Saturday ^^

Your Hour of Magic wip sounds really EPIC. Like fantasy kingdoms with different cultures and the focus being on said cultures and getting along? I love that stuff and you put so much work into each country having a differnt system and struggling with different influences. Godric and Krive have a great dynamic (grumpy and sunshine complementarity yay) and Jaisse sounds so cool!

I love you have that focus on cultures. Can I ask what inspired this wip? How did you come up with the idea? What inspired each of the countries?

@writingonesdreams

Ahhhhh! Oh my gosh this is so kind! Thank you!!!! I'm really, truly humbled you find all of this interesting!!! In so many ways, Hour is a very self-indulgent story full of the things I personally like in a story, so I am so excited when other people like it too! Especially the characters!!!! Godric, Krieve, and Jaisse have a ton of "screen" time, so I am so happy you like them!!!!!! Thank you @writingonesdreams!!!!

SO! Interestingly enough, I outlined the story and setting for The Hour of Magic kind of on a whim? I just wanted to outline a fun fantasy romance as a creative exercise. I drafted some pretty basic characters, but then I needed a world to put them in. I made a map on Inkarnate so I had a visual to refer to since the story heavily features travel, and something about being able to visualize this "world" that didn't previously exist just became...really fun???

I just started asking myself questions about the various lands. Views on magic? Reaction to the Hour? How are they handling the fact that monsters are now in the world? Are they in an alliance? Why or why not? What would make for interesting interactions when their citizens meet each other?? And while at the start they were pretty archetypical/cliche (Magnolia the "cultured, artsy" land, Crestwall the "traditional" kingdom), and while I still want them to appear "familiar" enough so that readers aren't immediately overwhelmed and feel like they need to study the geopolitics of my silly story, depth kind of just came through asking more questions, giving different things for each land to "react to", and taking time on each individual land and planning little stories that take place in each of them (stories which only a very small few will even be referenced in the novel lmao). My most egotistical, self-indulgent daydream is for different readers to fall in love with different countries and instead of putting their Hogwarts houses in their bios, they put "Magnolian" or "Hamelite" lmao.

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

Is there any past tmnt moments/episodes/movies you like to imagine rottmnt style?

ooooooooh yes yes yes yes yes a good ask a very good ask (taps fingers together excitedly)

First and foremost, the 2007 movie with some alterations. Where as I could see RISE Raph taking on a Nightwatcher Persona (Red Angel of Preventing Harm anyone?) and I could see RISE Leo living in South America to continue his training, there are some alterations I would have to make

2007 Movie Verse

1st of all, Leo isn't all angsty and sad. he's loosing his mind. He probably had a bunch of rock 'brothers' aroudn to talk to and argue with as he laughed manaically. Adn the reason *he* didn't return home when he was supposed to was because he didn't think his brothers wanted him back, he thougth he had failed and deserved to be all alone. The only reason he did return home was cause April (on a school trip) convinced him to come back atleasat for some super exclusive jupiter jim item he had preordered ahead of time. And when he sees how happy his brothers are to see him he stays purely out of guilt without acknowledging his own feelings and still feeling guilty about Splinter giving him the leadership role

2nd of all Raph isnt' angry and angsty the whole time. Raph still becaomes the Nightwatcher as I said, but he also feel so guilty about his decision to go agaisnt his fathers wishes that he tries to make up for it by being overly optimistic, which becomes worse when Leo gets home because Raph is upset he's not leader anymore but doesnt' want Leo to know he feel sthat way. SO instead of glaring at eachother and making snide comments They're being overly " OH HI BUDDY! BIG GUY! BIG RED!" with eachtoher. And of course there's still the fight which almsot plays out the same way, except instead of blaming eachother their blaming themselves

Mikey becomes a cooking youtuber. He started off making great good on it but foudn he only got more views when he messed up so he continuously puts up videos of him failing while cooking which affects his self esteem but becuase it helps makes money he keeps doing it :c he's sad

Splinter is wracked with guilt when he realizes he never shoudl fo send Leo away and though he puts on a brave optimistic face for his sons, he regularly retreats to his room to sleep and eat carrots to make himself feel better (why carrots? he doesn't deserve the sweet embrace of ice cream)

And ,of course, theres mah boy Donnie. His mental health is suffering, he's having meltdowns more and spends more time in his room. Seeing his family so different makes him feel alienated and he wants to blame Leo for the change but because he knows its not Leos' fautl and he's not sure how to deal with his emotions he spends more time playing video games by himself and only talking ot Shelldon (who often acts as a go between between him and his family cause he can't handle alot of social interaction at the moment)

In the end, everyone confronts thier guilt to themselves and eachother and help eachother heal :3

2003 Series (my personal favorite)

For this i love to imagine the "Shredders Strikes back" arc (which is the infamous "Leo goes through the window" scene for this series happens) Which is super interesting cause of the events leading up to it would be different. I'm not sure how yet. Maybe They're spying on the Foot Clan? Maybe The Foot Clan is spying on them as they have a sleep over at Aprils either way Leo ends up running to the store alone to pick up a itme which leads ot the Foot Ambush and Leo, being Leo underestimates the fight and makes a bunch of jokes. which slowly become more and more frantic as more foot show up. Then of course Shreddy shows up and does his thing adn bam window scene. And of course we keep the "Tales of Leo" episode which is more humorous and heart felt

I'd also want to use Good Genes arc which....wont go into details for reasons (dont look at me like that)

of course, I'd have to do a "Across the Universe" Arc (which includes SAINW cause haaha Donnie torment) which would basically play out the same except I can see Mikey's arc being alot more "OK I GET IT YOURE SUPER HEROES I WANNA GO HOME!!!" and Leo spending five minutes on his phone weeping casue " DIDN'G THEY HAVE THE INTERNET IN FEUDAL JAPAN!?" and Raph whose more anxious adn probably needing some comfort from Hawk (was that his name? HEEL BHNA FANS) not too sure about Splints, he'd probably be nuts going rabid

I woudl also try to incorporate as many Casey epsides as humanly enough, cause 2003 Casey and Rise Casey are differnt but similar enough I'd love to do that character study

OOoh then theres imagining the justice force as Yokai rather then just super heroes

triceratonnnnnssss

HUNNICUTTTT

RRRRRRRR

I would of cousre incorporate a Fast Forward episode, where instead of the Turtles "gotta go home!" it'd be more "these annoying ass holes have been in our timeline for four hours and you've ruined our advanced intelligence with our memes, our self esteem with your technology and our mental health' and kcik the turtles out of the future with a mighty YEET

oh and a dinosaur arc of course

so much potential

2012 (series)

haha no

never

can't make me

I guess that's it for now, might add to this later. I hope this answers your question! Thank you so much it was so interesting to think about!!!!!!

[writingonesdreams]

Hello, hello, and happy storyteller saturday ^^ I hope you're doing well, dreams. So, I am curious. I've seen you work with a lot of genres and different types of settings, more so than many writers in this corner of writeblr, and I was wondering what are your favorite ones, least favorite ones, and why? What made them fun for you, what were the tricky parts to figure out, and is it hard for you to switch from genre to genre?

That is a fun observation and a very good set of questions :D. Now you are inspiring a ramble in me XD.

Fantasy is my all time favourite genre and I love it because of the freedom or imagination it provides and because of all the fun subgenres. I have studied fantasy subgenres of all kinds (there is hardly anything I haven't studied furiously before doing it) and all the characteristics and tropes and expectations were giving me ideas and inspiration.

I love science fantasy, because it's a exciting blend of the futuristic scifi elements and technology, while keeping the magical freedom of fantasy.

I like high fantasy and urban/paranormal fantasy, cause each has common creatures and conventions that are fun to play with, combine and subvert.

I have yet to write a proper magical realism, but I'm super hyped for this genre, with a world where the magical is part of normalcy, something that happens and no one questions or studies it and it frequently presents some kind of larger societal or character-centric metaphor for what's going on. Low fantasy magic systems have much more flexible and unpredictable magic systems.

I love love detailed magic systems though, magic is a giant self-indulgent unreasonable passion of mine and I love when it has logic, rules, types, costs, when using it feels like a good chess game, when it influences the society, culture and characters on various levels. Magic is the main reason fantasy is my favourite. Scifi has ways to incorporate it when you use a differnt vocabulary and vibe, but the technical details still feel too stifling for me. Though I'm looking forward to writing a proper space opera someday, cause this genre has epic proportions and potential and in combination with unlikely things like magics and knight orders the most amazing things can come up here (cough cough Star Wars).

Superheroes are a fun scifi subgenre that I remind a lot of urban fantasy magic with a differnt name and there is a lot to explore here with such a profession and the role or supernatural powers, heroic figures, expectations and whatnot.

Apocalyptic fiction and dystopias are also very fun - room for freedom and supernatural abilities in adverse environment, exploring the danger, humanity, comfort, values to live for. The tricky thing here is to figure out a plausible way the world ended, the level of technology and means of survival. Not things I like to dwell on too much. I love imagining how the society would organize itself afterwards though and there is so much natural danger and hurt/comfort provided here it's excellent for me.

I like reading historical fiction, but I don't have the patience to research the time era and stuff - I have to research everything for scientific uni papers, I would really like to get away from it in fiction writing. Which is probably what hinders me a lot from writing classic high fantasy stories in medieval like settings, cause learning all the limitations, technology level, what they did or didn't know about injuries medicine and hygiene and transportation feels tedious to me. It's possible a phase like that will come to me at some point though.

I don't like horrors, detective stories and murder mysteries at all. They center a lot on villains, and I openly don't like those - I don't like to read about them nor to write them. I just don't care about understanding how a person succumbing to their worst impulses thinks and feels. This need for villians often comes up in fiction writing advice and it held me back for good two years before I figured out I really don't have to bother with them. I usually skip their povs in books if they sneak their way into high and urban fantasy adventures.

I like morally gray understandable antagonists and redeemable villians. I like happy endings and peaceful solutions, and I want to follow around heroic people that can stand as ideals for me to follow and not as scary stories to warn me away from.

I also don't like tragedies and these super grimdark fantasy heist things that center on anti-villain characters that are so trendy lately. All cursing and rude, wallowing in obsessive anger and hate against the world with little to no redeeming qualities. I want solutions damn it. XD And if anything can't be solved in real life, let me have my happy idealistic fiction.

I think I covered most genres I write XD. Romance tends to be always there somewhere, not taking over the story, but a steady presence of comfort and intimacy. NA tends to be there, cause I like characters that just turned into adults without really knowing what it means and because it's a market gap that I dearly miss in books. Why does everyone have to be teenage age or 30+ with kids already?

Lately I have been identifying with the "introspective fantasy" genre, cause it's board and covers/expects all those various combinations of genres I like to experiment in. Plus it highlights the importance of characters, since my stories are always centred on them and not on the plot. Maybe I can aim for literary fantasy someday, cause that also emphasises style, character and lots of internal dialogue, zooming in on internal worlds instead of focusing on grand villian fights and treasure heists. I don't mind reading these if the main characters are strong and fun, but a genre/label that doesn't expect them would be perfect for me.

I would also like to write a slice of life story sometime, with focus on everyday lives and modern day, giving me a different challenge. But honestly anything relating too much to real life gives me the creeps in writing XD I like to stay in the abstract and fantastical.

As for switching between them, I enjoy it, cause it goes well with my process. As you know, I put the developed characters into different scenarios and AUs, and throwing them into different settings and genres is great fun and practice. The plot and setting are the last things to decide, so to say, main thing it suits the characters and inspires good challenges for them.

Thanks for stopping by, Ren!^^

[meritre24601]

Soonkki’s new story, named Apple School for now, summary attempt - chapter 1

Since I want to talk about it so badly, I’ll attempt to do a summary of at least the first chapter. I’m not even finished translating it but I’ll add to the summary as I move forward. Please note that my Korean is very basic and I heavily rely on the translator Papago. So I may not be accurate at some places.

If you find a more accurate English source, please don’t hesitate to share. :)

Let’s get started. While  out girl, Mi-ae fights beans (she dislikes them) her mom tells her that an aquintance is going to move into their neighborhood. Mi-ae calls that person unnie aka big sis so she is likely not very much older than she is. Mi-ae’s mom tells her that there is a boy as well and she remembers the family from a previous trip to the countryside. She asks her mom why they move to their neighborhood but her mom scolds her for not eating the beans instead.

She seems to like romance comics but she’s not interested in an article titled My childhood friend suddenly looks like a man (My personal thoughts: this may connect to issues Miae is going to go through as a teen, growing up) She gets  the first issue of a comic and happily runs off. On her way to school she sees another old aquitance a boy who is the same age as her and used to live in the building next to her home. She remembers her elementary school days, how this boy called her names (Scarlet Hwang, according to the translator), ruined their game and kept picking on her, calling her small. He even shot her while she looked at the sky with binoculars. (It’s a hobby of hers) And as you can clearly see, Mi-ae doesn’t just meekly take it at this point but rushes out screaming she’s going to pay it back today and her parents are chasing after her. She narrates that the two of them weren’t on good terms.

The parents apologize and acknowledge their kid did wrong (Both kid’s parents) using formal language. Miae proudly tells her father that she won. After that her mom wanted a word with her daughter but Miae knows her and ran already off, with her mom after her and her father trying to hold back her mom, telling her not to get upset. And the shoes, Miae should run with her shoes on her feet. Miae narrates that this girl was good at running. She became a middle school student whose name is... and that’s when that guy calls out her name and tells her he wants to talk to her. He says he’s moving to Seoul and there is one last thing he wanted to confess. And that is... he used to like her. Miae doesn’t feel anything, just wants to go home quickly to read her new comic and even she is surprised that she didn’t feel anything. Next in her comic, there is also a confession, with the exact same words. The small section is titled this is differnt - a confession in a comic book and in real life although the words are the same, are different. Miae’s mom asks if she’s studying and she says yes - she’s hiding her comic behind a schoolbook. She remembers she always had friends from around. Some moved away, some transferred to a different school (and the class cried no matter if they were colose to that kid or not) and the promise to exchange letters didn’t really seem to work out. Her mom even wants her to throw away that bunch of letters he has (those were given as a farewell gift, I think)

The boy screams Take care to her as he’s leaving. Next, it is explained how entrance exams for high scool were introduced, not everywhere but at many places, to set a standard and ease tha burden of constant studying for the kids. Miae will soon be in her thirdyear that is the last in middle school so she’ll have to take the exam, too. She’s jealous of the boy who just moved, since in Seoul she would have to take the exam. (I got this wrong, first, I think then she only needs to worry about one exam and not care for her grades all year) She’s whining to her parents to move to Seoul, too. But her dad has to leave, offering to bring chicken on the way home (and Miae gets distracted by it) and her mom gives her the usual answer, asking her if it’s a joke and telling Miae would have to earn the money herselfand that she should study instead. Miae says she can’t Her mom tops her advice to her with telling Miae to do something about her hair (that’s why she has bangs after that panel). She moans and thinks she hates to be a middle school student. The next part is possibly her imagination, she imagines how her parents would act when the time comes to prepare for the exam. her mom aims for a high ranked school and her dad has brought her mock exams and books to hep her study.Miae lets out her frustration outside with the help of a skipping rope and she is screaming.She can’t do anything about those difficulties.

At school her friend , Lee Yoon Hee tells her she signed up for an academy (I think she means cram school, to prepare them for their last year and stuff) and tells Miae she should come as well but of course Miae doesn’t want to, saying they study 6 hours a day at school and after that, they should go to an academy to study more is crazy. Her friend replies she wants to go to college. Miae than notices that their break is almos over and runs over to the staffroom to get back a comicbook - she likely got caught reading it dutring class and the teacher took it from her. He scolds her while giving it back, telling her that she’ll be in her last year soon and she needs to do better if she wants to go to high school and such. On her way back she sees Kim Chul who is accompanied by his mom. The mom tells him the usual things like he should straighten his clothes. Miae stares at him and even saying out loud how big he is. There is gossip from students like what high school he is from based on his uniform (they like it better then their own uniform) and why his face is bruised. Miae  overhears someone talking in the staffroom (door’s not yet closed) that the school uniform was the right size for him right when he bought it. She’s jealous and wants to be tall as well and have a uniform that fits her perfectly (I assume they buy bigger ones than their exact sizes so they won’t have to buy a new one becuse of growing too much). She complains that she likely won’t grow taller and that her mom doesn’t let her do anything to the uniform. Then she realizes she has to hurry back to class. Then she stops for a moment and remembers her mother telling her about him transferring to her school and that is why they are moving to their neighborhood. Some older memories come up, too, with Miae chasing after a boy and screaming let’s go together. She then realizes that the boy from the memory and the one he just saw are the same person (Kim Chul but she doesn’t think abut his name)

End of chapter 1

[fxllxnbx]

about. Ten

The past.

Chittaphon’s first memory is the moment someone he doesn’t know held his hand after papers were handed to them, he can’t tell if it’s a woman or a man, but he remembers being taken to a car, and going to his new house. The white room with a few toys and a bed.

As he grew up, so grew his curiousity. Where was his mother, his father? Why couldn’t he go outside? Go to school? They never told him. And who where them? People that didn’t even bother talking to him. All that was said was that he was too young to understand his situation, and he’d be told when he was old enough.

He was homeschooled, but it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t have any friends, but whatever he wanted to eat, they’d give him. At a point, they even gave him a television. And at times, it showed the world outside. And he grew curious about it as well, asking to be taught the languages spoken on it. 

When “old enough” finally came around, someone lost their patience with Chittaphon’s constant questioning. They spilled the beans about his parents passing away at an accident. He had assumed he was orphan, but what he didn’t know was that his parents had some sort of debt with some big people, and that was his way of paying for them, and that’s why he wasn’t allowed outside. After that day, they decided he was ready for the experiments. 

From that moment, Ten started to feel lonely, knowing that he had no family, and that he would be stuck in there for another few years while scientists tried to find the cure to a rare disease caused by animals, one that would start something that looked like allergies, so bad that nothing could stop it. As escape, he was often inside his own head, getting more and more absorbed in studying languages and now, biology too. He had the right to understand what they wanted to do to him. And the people that worked there didn’t mistreat him, in fact some even taught him and explained the procedures, how things worked, what they wanted from his body. 

Many times Chittaphon became so ill he thought he would die, and then the day after, he’d be healed as if nothing happened. His body seemed to accept whatever was injected into it. 

He daydreamed of going outside, of talking to people. He’d often watch movies on his television, and learn about the world outside, the music, the cultures, food, everything. And he really wanted to meet a few of those places. Just get out of there would be nice. He’d be free soon.

He was 23 to 24 when his body changed. He had a fever so high that he burnt, his skin bright red with that one rare disease, found after mixing dna’s of animals found around Thailand. The scientists felt sorry that day, sure that Chittaphon would die. It had gone too far.

A few weeks of fevers, throwing up, migraines so bad he’d not see anything, and so on... To one day wake up completely okay, no signs of an infection. A lot of checking up was done, and they figured his body had became immune, now they could do it. But Chittaphon’s DNA, it looked like something science had never seen before.

As they tried to figure out what happened, Chittaphon fell asleep watching animal planet, some random documentary about lions, and when he woke up, people were screaming, running away, some asking how did a lion appear inside the boy’s room... But the lion was the boy himself. Chittaphon was so scared that his anxious mind had him shifting back to human before everyone’s eyes. Some more yelling and gasping came around the room and... he was naked. But they learned that the consequences of years of experiment had permanently changed the male. He became something science itself couldn’t explain.

That, of course, wasn’t part of the plan, and things changed drastically. As well as Chittaphon’s senses. He could hear much more. He could smell much more, smell emotions even as he had just shifted back from a predator. They were scared, but not of him. He was a sweet boy, afraid of bugs that were brought to bite him. With that, came the food with sleeping pills minced among it. He avoided eating. And then the gas in his room when he was already falling asleep, managing to hide into his bathroom and keep his nose pressed to the bars of the window. And they locked the windows the night after. They wanted to get rid of him. His instincts told him to escape as fast as he could. Devastated to be treated like that by people he knew for years. 

He practiced his self control, checked how long he could stay in a shape. Until one morning, he was ready. He became a fly and as they came to check why he wasn’t up yet, he landed on one of the scientists’ hair and waited. He waited until they left the laboratories, after having heard how no one should let him escape, how they needed to find him and end him before anyone else found out what happened there. Heartbroken, the fly was finally outside, and all he wanted was to get out of there as soon as possible. 

He made it to the port, and got inside the first ship he found, people were speaking something about Japan, and he didn’t care, he needed to get away from there. Chittaphon spent the entire trip like that, scared to shift back to human and be caught by someone. The adrenaline of running away never leaving his body.

Hours later and the ship stopped moving, they had arrived somewhere people spoke a differnt language. But it wasn’t japanese. He didn’t pay it any mind, simply flying away from there as fast as he could.

He shifted back to human once he was sure he was completely alone. His feet landing on sand, soft, funny. He never felt it before. He was at a beach, and it was night. The waves crashed against the shore and he started crying. He was free. 

He figured later that he was in Korea, starving at this point, he was tired of walking around in the shape of a dog or a cat, even if people would stop to pet him (And damn, how nice was that) or to feed him, he needed a shower, he needed to sleep like a person. Bath houses were very popular in Korea. It was where he’d shower and sleep sometimes. But he needed to eat, or he’d starve to death.

A convenience shop held a sing saying they were looking for someone. He walked in, and that’s when he realized he was a no one. His name came to the tip of his tongue only to almost choke him. Could he say his name? What if Thailand had warned people about him? What if they were looking for him? 

“I’m Ten.” 

The shop owner had been really kind to take Ten in. Now he had money to buy food, buy clothes. Yet he still didn’t have an identity, a place to live.

The present. 

It was winter, the warmth that had embraced him into this new life was gone, but he still felt warm inside, although quite out of place. He was sitting under a bus stop as his cat self, shelter from the snow. A nice boy found him.

A nice boy with warm eyes and sweet smiles, Minsu, offering him a place to sleep inside his college dorm and his student mess, and Ten couldn’t be happier. Things were slowly getting there. He wanted to thank this boy as much as possible for helping him out. 

One day, as he wandered outside and tried one of his different shapes, wanting to learn about them and understand them, he met a witch, that he pranked saying he was a prince that became a frog... Only to be put a spell on and be unable to stay as animal for long. 

Like that, Minsu found out that the cat he rescued from the streets was ... Ten. And Ten saw his whole world falling apart again that day...

But Minsu proved to be the most precious being, offering that things remained the same between them, even if he felt betrayed at first. He had even got Ten a kitty bed and a collar.

Because of that, Ten didn’t question the way his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw Minsu. He was the source of his happiness, that was only natural.