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nonobadcat · 2 years

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A real world AU Gothic Romance - Final Chapter

Artwork by the amazing @obsidianne-art

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Readers 18+ only

Content Warnings: PnV relations with a literal ghost, toys, mirror

Chapter Three Word Count: 3.9k, Ao3 Mirror

Part I ---❤--- Part 2

Sunday October 23rd, 2022

At six in the morning, you awoke to the screech of a train horn, and a full bladder. Wiping your half-matted hair out of your face, you creaked to your feet and wrapped yourself in the comforter. Dragging your warmth with you into the bathroom, you climbed onto the toilet with one eye open…

…and proceeded to pee fire.

By nine in the morning, two inquisitive text messages and one graphic description of chafed skin summoned your best friend to the landline like a fox to an injured bunny.

“Well, of course you’re gonna give yourself a rug burn using something rough like that!” Serenity spat into the phone. “What were you thinking?!”

Um… how horny you were for some dead man’s dick?

Gripping the cold pack between your thighs, you winced. “Since when is thinking involved in that kind of thing?”

An annoyed snarl echoed from the other end. “Look, if you can’t use your fingers, you need to use a toy or something!”

You scrolled through the adult toy listings, eyeing up the options. Fake glass cock. Fake silicone cock. Fake plastic cock. Fake hot pink plastic cock with a little vibrating branch that looked like Vienna sausage. Hitachi wand. Egg thingy. Silver bullet? That sounded more like a solution to a werewolf infestation than something you wanted to put between your legs.

“Give me a break Ren-Ren! There’s too many different options,” you protested, scratching the back of your neck. “How am I supposed to know what to buy?”

You could practically hear your best friend’s headache as she loosed an indignant sigh. “All right. I got you. Do you want inside or outside stim?”

“Um…” you scrolled past a fake tentacle with weighted Kegel eggs. “Both?”

“Then order a rabbit.”

“What’s a rabbit?”

“Heaven have mercy,” she muttered. “Sit yourself down because this is going to be a long talk.”

Monday, October 31st, 2022 4:013 pm

Eight days after your sexual re-education lecture, a text message notification dinged your phone as you passed through the center of Smalltown, USA. Pulling into the old brownstone library, you parked your car and took advantage of the only five bar signal in Podunk County outside of the Walmart plaza. Not even the smell of garlic and deep fried something pouring out the vent from Wang’s Chinese Buffet could distract you from your excitement. The message was from USPS.

Your package has been delivered.

Oh good, Mrs. Murray’s pack of angry, push-face Pekingese hadn’t eaten the mail lady. You weren’t so sure when you saw her tearing down the sidewalk last week, being chased by bubble-fluff Cujos who probably asphyxiated for their efforts.

As you looked up from your phone’s screen, blustering winds painted the smooth cement walkway to the library doors with curled, brown leaves. A plastic sign reading “Trunk-or-Treat - 5pm - Halloween” flapped in the wind. You eyed the library's posted hours before cutting the engine. Perfect. For once, you were done with house calls early enough to go inside. Snagging your purse, you schlepped up the walkway to the glass doors and pushed your way in.

Paper cut-out ghosts and fresh pumpkins from “Miller’s Prize Winning Patch” coated the warm lobby with seasonal excitement. Tiny rubber bats flapped from the door frame, leading visitors up a trail of plastic “Big Foot” tracks to the circulation desk. Pinned into a vintage, slate colored silk dress with billowing mutton sleeves, the head librarian paused her frenzied typing just long enough to adjust her golden Prince-Nez spectacles. She tugged at the frilly trim of her high collar, fussing with the long lace. The upturned brim of her wide, feathered hat reminded you of a bowl. It didn’t budge as she lifted her head to face you. Considering the number of long, pearl tipped pins she’d inserted through the felt, it probably would have shrugged off an EF5 tornado by having a glass of sherry.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Curtwright." You folded your hands neatly on the desk. "I'm sorry it took me so long to make it in. Work has been savage."

The librarian smiled and turned to the squat metal, bookcase marked “holds”. She pulled down a heavy grey text labeled “Miller’s Antiques Encyclopedia”. “It’s just so good to see that old house cared for by someone who really appreciates its history,” she replied, passing you the massive reference book.

“Speaking of which, do you know what happened to the Shimura’s son after the fire?”

She hummed, tapping her chin. “Not off hand.”

You sighed. “Oh well.”

“Did you find another picture in the old furniture?”

“Uh…” Your cheeks burned as images of the naughty dream drifted across your mind. “Something like that. There was a young man in his twenties with wavy white hair. He looked a little different but I could swear it was the same person.”

“If you know the date, we can check some of the old town records.”

“There wasn’t a date on this one.”

She tugged at her sleeve. “Do you remember what his clothing looked like?”

You crossed your arms. “A red velvet jacket with these fasteners that looked like a marching band uniform.” Closing your eyes, you tried to picture the outfit you were wearing. “There was a woman in something that looked like your dress. It was really tight fitted with these slightly poofy sleeves—”

“Poofy at the shoulder or the wrist?”

“The wrist? Sort of anyway. The end of the coat was wide like a funnel.” You scrunched your face. “It was short and the shoulders were smooth, like a normal suit coat.”

“Bell sleeved jacket with Bishop sleeve shirtwaist. Probably Edwardian then. Did the dress have an S-shape that made the chest and butt stick out?”

You nodded.

“Pouter pigeon. Classic Gibson Girl look,” she murmured, leaning into the conversation. “Must have been the early years. Was there a hat?”

“Yes. It was kind of puffy and made of felt.”

“Did it have a brim?”

You pinched the air. “Maybe a small one?”

“A beaver felt Toque. I’d guess 1901 to 1904. By 1905 they were back to the Leg-of-Mutton style shirts.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Let’s go check the old town records.”

Leading you across the open floor, she motioned to some leather bound volumes on the far wall behind the “Historical” desk. Labeled by decades, each volume was four inches thick. She tugged down the 1880-1910 binder and gingerly flipped through the yellowed pages. You leaned on the beige, laminate countertop, peeking over her shoulder. All at once, a single certificate caught your eye.

“There! Shigaraki! That was the name I saw.” You pointed to the small slip of paper. “What is that?”

“Huh…” She turned the book so you could read it. “Adoption paperwork. It looks like little Shimura was adopted by someone named… well… the first name is smeared but the last name is clearly Shigaraki.” Mrs. Curtwright wrinkled her long, roman nose. “I wonder if he was related to the old Dr. Garaki that used to practice in town.”

You cocked your head. “Why are you making that face?”

She lowered her voice to a whisper and cupped her cheek. “He was a notorious grave robber. They tried to run him out of town but he had some rich friend from New York that prevented it. Supposedly, the buddy had underworld connections.”

“Oh…”

The librarian winked at you. “I’m not sure how much I believe that. Why would a crime syndicate come all the way to this little town?”

As you thought back to the scars on your dream lover’s face and how powerful his grip had been, the idea of him being more dangerous than you first realized didn’t seem that out of place.

Mrs. Curtwright flipped the page. “Oh, it looks like they changed his whole name after the adoption. No wonder Tenko Shimura disappeared from the records at the end of the Victorian era.”

Printed on the fragile paper in ink the color of night was the name you’d been searching for: Tomura Shigaraki.

After a quick stop off for $7.99 per pound Chinese buffet take-out, you rolled down the solitary drive to your Second Empire home. Pointed wrought iron trim along the edge of the tall, Mansard roofline looked like rusty knives against the thick, overcast sky. A cold, late autumn breeze slapped your cheeks. Pulling the hood of your Carhartts up, you crunched up the gravel drive to the front door. You snatched the “discreet” cardboard package off the front porch and fumbled for your keys. The old oak rattled in the breeze, its leafless twigs snapping against each other like dried chicken bones being crushed under foot. With a shudder, you headed inside and locked the door behind you.

Wang’s fried food and wonton soup proved every bit as delicious as the smell promised. However, sitting alone at a table built for many left a cold disappointment balled in your chest. You picked at the scrumptious meal, surveying the empty walls and vacant shelves. Maybe some photos would help? Did you have any printed pictures aside from the Shimura kids? Pressing your forehead against the smooth wood, you groaned.

“I need to get out more.”

After dinner, you settled in the front parlor to await any visitors. Nursing a cup of warm apple cider, you sat in the bay window, clutching a wide plastic bowl full of Kit Kats, Reese’s Pieces, Snickers, Fun Dip and SweeTarts. Dusk descended on the world outside. Trick-or-Treat hours came or went, but no costume coated child made the long trek up the barren gravel drive.

“Guess this isn’t suburbia,” you muttered, eating your tenth candy of the night. “The kids probably go to Trunk-or-Treat because the houses are too far apart.”

Disappointed and lonely, you flipped off the porch light and retreated upstairs with your package.

Flopping onto the bed sheets, you rattled the white and red box. The flesh colored, rubber-free cock flopped in its clear plastic packaging. Heat filled your cheeks as you tugged open the safety seal. As you flexed the internal rod, the moveable skin wrinkled in your fingers. You snorted with laughter, positioning it into a raunchy curve. Taking your new toy into the bathroom, you cleaned it gently with unscented soap before sticking it to the side of the porcelain basin. Giggling to yourself at your suddenly well endowed sink, you flipped on the shower and started in on your nightly routine.

Twenty minutes later, with the bedroom door locked, you peeled the plastic organ off the side of your sink and wet the base. Bathed in the flickering light of a single wick oud and musk scented candle, you snatched up your bottle of “personal jelly” from the nightstand. Then, you headed for the bare, wooden floor just beside the heavy, mahogany bed. Tossing the comforter pillows down, you fluffed them into a makeshift nest. The fake cock came down on the wooden bedframe with a lewd smack. It wiggled for a moment before standing tall directly in front of the antique oval mirror. Heat glowed in your cheeks as you adjusted the bendable shape into a less intense curl.

On the other side of the room, Tomura leaned against the other side of the ornate frame, strong fingers crawling at the glass. Blazing red eyes watched tentative hands smearing the textured organ with gelatinous lube. Then slippery digits found their way between your legs. Closing your eyes, you leaned back against the pillows. Tomura licked his rough lips as soft thighs spread for his viewing pleasure.

Smooth but firm, you teased apart your folds, working your way towards your sensitive nub. The pad of your finger lifted hooded flesh, tickling the nerves with deep, slow swipes. Musky moisture pooled in your core as a low moan slipped from your swollen lips.

One finger dipped inside, tracing over stippled flesh as it followed the curve of your body. Your wrist ached, pressing your palm tight over your clit as needy hips rolled of their own accord. Your eyes squeezed shut. Tossing your head back against the side of the old bed, you pinched one pert nipple between your fingers.

“Tomura…”

At the sound of his name, Shigaraki’s hard teeth bit his thin lips to blood.

Groaning as your hand pulled away, you climbed to shaky legs before kneeling in the nest of bedding. Lowering yourself to your forearms, you shuffled back and reached behind your hips. False flesh slid between your thighs as one hand pressed it hard to your core. The dildo’s artificial skin puckered. Thighs clenched tight, you rode its length, letting all the world fade into the feel of its sultry friction between your legs. Your body quivered as gaze drifted into a glazed stare.

Tomura groaned, savoring the erotic sight. Positioned directly in front of his mirror, you glided across the toy. The teasing sway of your tits combined with occasional peaks at pebbled nipples was exquisite torture. A bead of thick pre-cum rolled down his fingers. His eyes never left your blissed out face.

Spreading your hips and squeezing your lips, you pressed the rounded head in between your folds. Tickling yourself with the tip left your body shaking with need. You sunk back, letting your new purchase worm its way past your entrance. Quivering hands fisted the blanket. When it dipped inside, your eyes went wide.

“T-Tomura!” you stuttered.

The toy’s delicious curve was well worth the trouble. It fit like a hand in a glove, following your body’s arch to that tender spot along the front of your pussy. Drool pooled at the corner of your lips as you leaned into the sensation, letting the veiny craftsmanship set your nerves ablaze. Slick fingers gilded across your clit as you rocked yourself back and forth between twin pleasures.

Shigaraki’s eyes bulged, following every nudge of your hip as you rode his pathetic replacement. Irritation bristled across his skin. He clenched his jaw, watching the toy with burning envy as it slipped in and out of your body. A steady stream of breathy curses poured from his mouth as he waited for the right words to come from yours.

“Tomura… ohmigosh Tomura!” you moaned. “Need your cock.”

Not yet. Not until you said it.

“Please! Please! Tomura! Ngnnn—w-want you so bad.”

So close! Too close!

As you bottomed out against the base, you let your tongue hang like a dog in heat. Saliva pooled at the tip before dripping onto the blanket below. Tomura’s nails raked the glass. The candle light flickered. You looked dead in the mirror and fixed him with a lust drunk smile.

“Take me, Tomura Shigaraki.”

All at once, a hard hand pinched your jaw. You glanced up, only to see a feral snarl. Massive, tombstone wide teeth flashed in the thin light. Pale waves of ghost white hair framed his heart shaped face. Blood dripped from his broken lip as he sneered down at your intoxicated smile.

“T-thought you’d never come…” you mumbled.

Red eyes glowed in the din. “Thought you’d never ask,” he snarked back.

In one smooth motion, Tomura dragged you to your wobbly feet. You stumbled into his chest. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he kicked the comforter aside. The mattress squeaked. One massive hand pressed your cheek first into the springs as the other hoisted your hips against his. “You know you really ticked me off, putting on a show like that.”

“S-sorry,” you muttered, scooting back against him. “Didn’t know what else to do…”

He rolled his eyes, slotting himself between your thighs. You gasped as cool, firm flesh clipped your raw clit. His hoarse voice growled in your ear. “No more games and no more toys. From here on in, the only one you wag your tail for”—a thick, cold weight pressed against your hot entrance—“is me.”

You nodded.

He chuckled, patting your cheek. “Good girl.”

Tomura canted his pelvis to meet you. One stroke at a time, he worked his way inside, spreading goosebumps along your skin. Icy fingers spread your lower lips, soothing your friction sore nub. Warm breath steamed from your every pant as your ghostly lover molded your pliant body to his cock. When he finally seated himself deep inside, an experimental roll of his hips left you writhing in the sheets.

“Oh no, no, no .” He taunted. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

Grasping the meat of your thighs, Tomura set a steady, bouncing pace. Every thrust pressed you deeper into slippery sheets. Your clit tingled. Crawling pleasure prickled up your nerves. His girth filled you to the brim, baring you to him in ways that set your skin ablaze. Soon, the rhythmic creak of the mattress was drowned out by mewling cries of unbridled ecstasy.

“Like that, do you?” he demanded, pressing into your farthest walls.

“Mmmm To-Tomura,” you moaned, arching your back. Another grind of his thick cock left you slurring your words “A-ah! L-love it!”

He leaned his weight forward, licking the shell of your ear. “Slut,” he rasped.

“D-on’t mind”— You buried your warm face in the bedding and grinned—“being your slut.”

With a curse, Tomura ripped himself out of your body. You flopped to the mattress with a confused whine before turning to face him. Before you could speak, he grabbed your shoulder and flipped you on your back. Cracked lips smashed against yours in a frenzied kiss. Cold hands dragged you over the side of the bed, as he hoisted your legs over his hips. When he broke the kiss, a skeleton wide grin split his face from ear to ear.

“Oh?” A creepy chuckle shook his chest. “Is that so?”

With a snap of his hips, Tomura buried himself deep in your cunt.

You yelped, clawing at his shoulders. Long hair tickled your cheek as he pressed his nose into your neck. Hard teeth nipped at the delicate skin. He reached between you, boney fingers toying with your clit. With a gasp, you writhed on his cock. His free hand cupped the back of your head, tilting your face.

“Take a look at how naughty you are,” he whispered.

When you saw yourself in the mirror, your breath caught in your chest. Though you could see him plain as day, there was no one reflected in the glass. Instead, your body hovered in midair, back curved and nipples tight. Between your thighs, glistening in the candlelight, your naked core clenched around nothing. Heat flooded your brain, torching all rational thought. You gulped.

Tomura turned your gaze back to him. Half-lidded eyes paired with his smug grin sent a shock of lust though your insides. He chuckled at your expression before rolling his hips again. When you gasped, he smothered it with another hungry kiss.

“Mine,” he growled.

Locking your hands beside your head, Tomura trailed his scratchy lips down the column of your neck. You whimpered, turning your cheek into the sheets. Squirming legs clamped to his sides. An eerie chuckle rumbled from his chest and he buried his nose in your hair. The wet smacks from each firm thrust filled the air like a lewd base beat. When he settled upon one particular motion, you choked on your own voice.

“Oh?” He sneered. “Here?”

Tomura leaned into you, rolling his head across your walls.

“T-Tomura!” you whined, arching your back.

A shiver wracked his body. “Again,” he commanded, pressing into the spot that left your vision swirling grey.

Your toes curled. “Tomur-ah!”

He sped the pace, pounding you against the sheets. The springs squeaked their protests but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his feral panting. “Again!” he hissed.

Closing your eyes, you wrapped your legs around his back. “Tomura…” you moaned, pulling him tight against you.

Shigaraki swore again, wrapping his arms under your shoulders. Burying his face in your neck, his movements stuttered. Tingling waves of pleasure rippled down your thighs. You tensed, clamping your body down until the electric vibrations rattled your brain. He surged forward, pounding relentlessly into you.

“Gonna take my cum aren’t you? Take it like the good little slut you are."

As coarse white hair clipped across your swollen clit, your world swam behind blurry tears. Half formed thoughts slurred from puffy lips.“Want it. Want your cum so bad!”

Tinged with the taste of copper, his feverish kiss threatened to suffocate you. You tongue met his in an intoxicating dance. Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body coiled tighter and tighter. Just when you were about to snap, he whispered one final order:

“Say my name.”

“TOMURA!” you yelped as your world exploded into white hot bliss.

With a strangled grunt, Tomura emptied himself inside you. Out of breath and shaking, he collapsed on top of you, grinding his hips against you over sensitive skin. As his seed leaked around the sides of him, you pressed your forehead against his. Clammy skin met flushed flesh as you tried to still the spinning room around you.

Climbing to his elbows, Tomura swept the stray hairs away from your sweaty brow. A cruel cackle filled the room. Scarlet eyes gleamed with villainous mirth as he lifted your chin.

“Boo," he whispered.

❤ ~Fin~ ❤

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mysticarts · 2 months

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Hi! It's me again lol.

I can wanna show you my old concept idea backstory my lmk oc Ren if you remember her, my mind can't really decide whether I should bring it back or make a new one from scratch, or either combine them making something.. Something.

Old concept:

•Ren wasn't originally a shape-shifter demon, instead a created child of LBD, basically a puppet. Imagine Genshin impact where Ei creates sacaramouche. their species is the same as her mother.

•Ren has a negative relationship towards LBD, make sense because LBD is quite obsessed making the world perfect and as any means using your child like a weapon doesn't make their relationship look healthy at all.

•She wasn't supposed to be a girl but a boy. However they still go by the pronouns of he/They.

• Ren's original name is Xuefei but since I dont know any Chinese name and I am outright scared I might anger lietrally anyone here, so I scrapped it..

•Personality? I kinda base him as the opposite as Mk since his supposed to be the one will directly find a way to kill Mk. (Ho boy my old oc seems so brutal-)

•Speaking of Opposites, there's an confusing idea I did where Fei (That's I'll be calling him now. Aka the old Ren.) Is related to Mk, dunno what old me was thinking but I am recalling because LBD founded some strands of Mk and just did random magic and le behold my oc began existing.

•after Fei left from LBD cruel treatment towards him, I felt this is lazy so his backstory is inspired by Wanderer from genshin impact.. I have nothing to say other than I don't like this concept very much.. Well half of it.

Current Concept: (It's still in draft)

•I scraped everything about Ruifei and changed them entirely to what they are in present. Ren remains a villian but I guess chaotic neutral.

•Ren's personality is now based on Rocky from Lackadaisy and Double Trouble from She-ra. Trouble maker but less reckless unlike Rocky.. (*cough* I may not have too included Furina form GI, yk being flamboyant and overconfident-)

•Again Ren is a shape-shifter demon, with having ability to create illusions and mind controlling. Although they can't fully do mind controlling very much.

•Ren's used to be a human her former name was Genji Hua, she lives in a poor family and not so good village. Due to a plague happening she died and became a ghost/spirit wandering the world centuries.

•In short she wasn't able to go to celestial, and uh may have strike a deal with LBD wanting to be alive just so she could see her family again.

•I have another confusing concept where Ren aka Genji is LBD's puppet who ran away, eventually becoming a shape-shifter demon. And yes they have fully white hair in her true form hence why she activate a glamour.

•Yin and Jin does not know the whole preordeal of Ren between LBD only Ren's fear of coldness, I forgot to mention but their scared of coldness due to being trapped In LBD's prescene there stuck somewhere a room that's ridiculously cold, being stucked too with blue strings attached their bodies.

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Thats all you can comment a feedback what you think, take your time though for answering this.

Have a good day/Night ^^

first off, im really thankful that ur comfortable telling me this!

I say, since both of these concepts are pretty well made, to mix up certain ones together.

For example, keep that Ren/Genji made a deal with the LBD to be human again, but keep her still young so when her family dies, LBD becomes a mother figure and turns Ren into a weapon.

To put it in short: take the best parts you like of each concept, and put them together!

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call-me-copycat · 1 year

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Michi, My dear! Are there any Japanese Family/Last names that have 'reni' somwhere in them?

I've been looking and I can't find any.

(its for an oc)

Hi! I looked around to see what I could find, although I have to admit names in Japanese tend to be a bit of a headache since they could be a mixture of different kanji with different pronunciations and meanings, but the best way I can explain it is that in Japanese, there is a culture of kanji which is a set of characters that originated from Chinese characters, and the meaning of the name changes according to the choice of kanji characters.

The more numerous variations of kanji, the more common name is in Japan. On the other hand, a name with very few variations in kanji is unique and rare to the Japanese.

For my characters names I mostly go to jisho.org and look up either the sounds you want (in your case "reni"), and see what kanji pops up and then you can choose based off meaning, or you can start from scratch (what I do) and choose a couple kanji with meanings you like and put it together into a name (that's what I do for names).

It's not traditional, but it works for me (and I choose things based off what I associate the character with, much like what Horikoshi does for his characters).

Examples:

き

聞く- To hear

(Kiku)

お

落ちる - To fall, to set, to disappear

(Osaru)

お

終わり - End, ending, end of (one's) life; death

(Owari)

Osaru Owari

落ちる終わり

This was for a character that had a hearing quirk in a fic that I'm still working on (that I had to kill off).

Since I don't know anything about your character, here's some things I found so far that you could add:

✧ れんあい

恋愛 - Falling in Love, Passion, Emotion

(Renai)

✧ 連 (ren) - take along, lead, join, connect, party, gang, clique

✧ 錑 (Re) - Metal, Gold

✧ 二 (ni) - Two

✧ 児 (ni) - Child, young

✧ 仁 (ni) - humanity, virtue, benevolence, charity

✧ 柅 (ni) - flourish

I could give you some more for "Ni', but I didn't want to overcrowd the post. Since you said you wanted some names with "Reni" somewhere in them, I could give you some kanji and their meanings and you can choose which ones you like and piece them together the way you'd like (like I did in the example).

If you don't get it, no worries! I can piece together some names for you if you want a name specified for your character (I just need to know some common themes around them).

° 瑛 (E, Teru, Aki) - Beautiful transparent gem, crystals

° 晴 (haru/hare, sei, nari) - To be free of worries and anxieties, A blue sky with no clouds in the sky

° 成 (masa, yoshi, shige, nari/nori) - To finish, Grow, To raise up, Accomplish, To be fruitful, to change into Good, splendid, well-organized

° 星 (akari, se, toshi) - A star, The flow of years, months, and days, An important person

° 静 (kiyo, chika, yasu, yoshi) - Quiet, No sound, No movement, Calm

You can add whichever reading you want wherever you'd like (the reading is placed right after the kanji), and you can mix it up as you wish. I'm not the best with authentic/traditional Japanese names (since they're so complex), but this is pretty much how I make my names.

I can offer some examples for you:

✷ 晴 (hare) + 児 (ni) = 晴児 (Hareni)

✷ 星 (Se) + 連 (ren) + 仁 (ni) = 星連仁 (Serennni)

✷ 恋愛 (Renai) + 瑛 (Aki) = 恋愛瑛 (Renaiki)

Ah, I hope that wasn't too confusing! I'm sorry if that wasn't what you expected, I do hope it helped at least a little!

If you tell me a little more about some themes that you associate your character with then I could probably piece together some names for you and have you choose without the effort, until then I hope this helps!

Good luck with naming your character! I hope you have a lovely day! （⸝⸝> ༥ <⸝⸝)

#my friends ♡

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xiaoyunenigma · 3 years

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爱一个人在于细节 To love someone, you pick the tiny details.（ChaseXCharlie /Heatblades)

A/N: this contains the breaking of fourth wall, just saying 👀✨

Also, I'll try my best to like...translate the meaning in English ajshshshs I hope it makes sense to yall😂🖐️😭it's really romantic in Chinese so yeaaaa(I hope yall get my references sjshshshs)

Enjoy ~

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"Ai Yee Ge...what was it again, Anna?" Cody sighed, ruffling his hair for the third time of the day. "Chinese is soo hard! My accent is all off and the pronunciation is out." he said, sitting criss-cross on the floor gloomily.

The team had a cultural expo going on in Griffin Rock and consulted Anna to train them with some Mandarin phrases.

"It's alright, Cody. This takes time." Anna assured, patting the blonde's back in comfort. "It is 爱一个人，不需要理由." she smiled.

"Now I'm confused too." Graham pushed his glasses up, staring at the girl funnily. "C-Can you probably repeat that again?"

"Sorry, I got carried away." Anna apologised, scratching the back of her head. "It's 'Ai Yi Ge Ren, Bu Xu Yao Li You." she said.

"Ay Yii Geh Ran, Bu Shu Yao Lee You...?" Frankie repeated, wincing as she tried to get the words right.

"Correct!" Anna beamed, high-fiving the twin-tail girl. "You guys are gonna rock this expo, trust me."

"Again, what has your statement have to do with our language appreciation week?" Kade rolled his eyes and let out a yawn. "What does it even mean? 'I wanna sleep?'"

"Haha, very funny." Anna replied sassily without missing a beat. "It means 'loving someone doesn't require any explanations'. It's like.... Like you and Hayley! You two are in love, right? Do you have a reason for liking each other?"

Gulping, Kade tugged his collar, unable to reply. "Uh... I-I welp, I'm out. Nice learning Mandarin, but this is WAYYYY too hard for me." he threw his hands up in the air and left the circle.

Behind them, the robots in disguise listened very closely to the Asian girl's teaching, fascinated with the quote.

"That's a really beautiful way to say 'I love you.' " Blades sighed dreamily. "I wish I had someone say that to me; not that I would understand, but it feels nice."

"Ai Yee Geh Ren Bu Shu Yao Li You." Heatwave said in a hurry before looking away, tints of blue visible on his cheeks.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, Heatwave!"

"If it means you would stop whining about romance, you're welcome."

"Would you guys wish to learn more?" Anna asked, standing behind them.

"We would-AHHHH!!" Blades screamed, jumping up in fright and into Heatwave's arms as he saw a tiny brown-hair girl appeared behind him.

"Hi...and don't bother acting, I could hear your voices from afar. Don't worry, secret's safe with me." She winked, waving at the team. Graham, Frankie and Cody came running, panting as they saw Anna interacting with their bots.

"Uh... You-"

"Know about them? Yes." Anna shrugged, taking a seat by Chase's ped. "Quite frankly, I don't mind. They are really nice! The yellow mech is adorable!" she grinned.

"Aww, thank you!" Blades smiled in return.

"Now, let's continue this basic Mandarin phrases!" Anna declared, handing the bots a pamphlet.

"You call this BASIC!?" Graham sweatdropped, staring at the PinYin in confusion.

"Well, basic meaningful quotes. I would go deeper and talk about idioms and all, but that would take up another hour and I don't think you guys are mentally prepared." Anna laughed dryly. "Trust me, I know."

"What does this mean, Anna?" Chase asked, pointing a digit on the pamphlet as he showed her his question.

Giving the sentence a fleeting glance, Anna smirked. "爱一个人在于细节。" Anna said, not breaking a sweat.

"English translation... Or maybe, slow it down?" Cody pointed up in the air as he smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry. Ai Yi Ge Ren Zai Yu Xi Jie." Anna winked. "Go on, have a try."

"Ey Yee Geh Ran Zai Yu Xi Jie?" Graham offered the girl an embarrassed smile. "I think I butchered the whole sentence."

"Actually, that's kinda good." Anna gasped, giving the spectacled boy a clap.

"What does it mean?" Boulder asked.

"It means that when you love someone, you'd do some tiny details to keep them happy." She giggled. "Like....like-Doc Greene and Professor Anna Baranova; they'd have this special way of communicating in Science just to flirt with one another, right?"

"So...it's like a subtle action of affection?" Dani popped out of nowhere, scaring the Asian girl.

"Holy scrap!" Anna screeched, setting her hands on her chest as she whipped around to see the red-hair chuckling.

"Sorry kid, didn't mean to spook ya. Speaking of subtle ways to love someone, I've got everyone some frappe!" Dani annouced handing the group a cup of iced frappe.

"Thanks Dani!" the humans said in unison.

"What about me? Don't you love me, Dani?" Blades whined, pouting at his partner.

"I do... BUTTT that's Heatwave's job." She coughed and walked away, leaving the helicopter sullen.

"Tsk." Heatwave got up and went away for a brief moment before returning to the sulking mech with a servoful of Energon treats. "Take it and stop whining."

"For me? You're the best, Heatwave!" Blades's attitude took a sharp change as he happily ate the sugary treat.

"If that ain't true love, I don't know what else is." Anna smirked, sipping her drink. Turning to the police bot, she saw the retrospective look in the mech's optics and smirked.

"追踪，请用你的平板下载全球翻译器。（Chase，please download the International translator into your datapad.)" Anna whispered at him. Chase, upon hearing the girl, raised an optic ridge.

"I believe you forgot to change your language system, young human." he said.

"Download the International translator into your tablet." Anna repeated, voice soft and low as she gave him a wink.

Pausing, Chase nodded and did as he told. Within seconds, the blue tablet in his hand was now equipped with translating the girl's words into Cybertronian/ English.

"set it to make sure it translates into your mother language ;consider me giving you a hand with Chief."

That got Chase's interested. Obliging once again, the mini translator was now ready.

"How about we continue our Mandarin session later? I'm sure you guys must be exhausted with all the exercises I've given." Anna smirked.

"Yeah, and we haven't even got to French and German yet." Cody groaned, packing his materials up.

"We've got Spanish to cover too." Frankie added, yawning tiredly.

"Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm starving." Graham stretched for a moment before rubbing his tired eyes. "We'll head up to the human area to freshen up. Wanna join us, Anna?"

"No thank you, I'll just be around with the bots. Go eat you guys." Anna waved at them. Watching the group of humans going up the elevator, Anna turned back to Chase.

"追踪，听得到我说话吗？(Chase, can you hear me?)"

"Loud and clear, young one." Chase nodded, looking at his datapad as he saw the voice translated into Cybertronian words.

"看来我得好好教你撩查理啦！(Looks like I've gotta teach you the ways of flirting with Charlie now!)" Anna snickered, wiggling her eyebrows at the blue mech.

"Please, be my guest."

"Mind sharing some with me?" Heatwave whispered, scooting closer. Blades was busy talking to Boulders, so that gave the red mech a chance. "I'm a fast learner, I promise."

"The more, the merrier." Anna said.

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Timeskip

It was now late evening. Anna had already left the firehouse a while ago.

"Chase? How about a patrol around town?" Chief offered, stepping out of the elevator.

"As you wish, sir." Chase said and change into his vehicle form, revving his engines.

Charlie stepped inside his car and perked up, feeling a slight difference from before. "Your cabin is...warm?" he noted.

'Chief is sharp as ever!' Chase smiled to himself, happy to know that Chief DOES pick up tiny details. Clearing his voice box, Chase replied nonchalantly, trying to seem innocent at this. "I figured it would be nice if you'd have a warm seat during the night. It has been chilly lately, Chief."

"That's...thoughtful of you. Thank you Chase." Charlie smiled and hopped in. The two went out and began their night patrol, leaving Heatwave and Blades at the area. Boulders was busy with Graham's work, helping his partner to solve some maths.

"I'm bored." Heatwave whined. "Heatwave, play with me?"

Sighing, Heatwave rolled his optics but agreed, fighting the urge to smile at his lover. "What do you want to do?"

"Oh, oh! Can we play hide and seek? Please, please pleaseeeee!?"

"我爱你你个大傻瓜。（I love you, ya big idiot.)" Heatwave said, confusing the tiny yellow and white mech.

"What's that? Did you just insulted me in Mandarin?" Blades jumped to conclusions, optics wide. "Aww, no fair! How come Anna taught you to swear in her language?"

Face-servoing, Heatwave shook his helm in embarrassment. "It's not an insult, Blades."

"Then, what is it? Come on, tell me! The suspense is killing me!"

"Wo Ai Ni, Ni Ge Da Sha Gua." Heatwave sighed. "It means...you're annoying."

"Hey! That's being mean! 'WO AI NI, NE GE DA SHA GUA' TOO! " Blades yelled, earning a smile from the firetruck. "What are you smiling at!?"

"我也爱你，我的宇宙。/Wo Ye Ai Ni, Wo De Yu Zhou（I love you too, my universe.)"

"THAT'S ANOTHER INSULT ISN'T IT!?" Blades gasped, hitting his fist onto Heatwave's chassis. "Meany!"

"Indeed it is, indeed it is." Heatwave smiled, letting his love to do whatever he pleases. "I am your meany, Blades."

"Yeah! You're my meany!" Blades repeated without giving a second thought, too focused on pouting.

"I wanna learn more about Mandarin so that I can hit on you back! Wo- Wo... WO AI NI! HA, TAKE THAT!" The helicopter snapped back, remembering only some parts of the sentence.

(Dear readers, Wo Ai Ni means I love you.)

Heatwave choked on air, feeling his joints locked in place.

"Wo Ye Ai Ni...(I love you too..)" Heatwave mustered, covering his faceplate with his knuckles.

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Meanwhile, with Chase and Charlie...

"It seems like tonight's a quiet one." Charlie smiled, tapping a rhythm on the steering wheels.

"I believe so too, Chief. We have already scouted the whole area, perhaps we should retire for the day?" Chase suggested.

"Yeah, that would be great..." Charlie yawned and rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times.

Chase noted his partner's condition and promptly activated his holoform, appearing by the Chief's side and set his hands over the man's.

"Chase? What are you doing?" Charlie snapped out of his lethargy, staring at his partner in confusion.

"Perhaps we should switch place for today, sir. You don't seem to be in the condition for driving." Chase said in worry.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Charlie waved him off.

Keeping quiet, the obedient mech deactivated his human avatar and let the old man handle. The rest of the ride was quiet...until Chase spoke up.

"今晚的月色很美有如某人。(Tonight's moon is exquisite, just like a special someone.)" He stated.

"What did you say?" Charlie raised an eyebrow, staring at the screen.

"Just a quote that Anna taught the kids. It means 'tonight's moon is very beautiful.' " Chase said, leaving off the last phrase to himself.

"Huh. Interesting. Say... Do you know other sentences?" Charlie asked, eyes still on the road.

"爱你不需要理由。(Me loving you does not require any reason.)"

"Ai-Ni - What?" Charlie sweatdropped.

"It's a...phrase." Chase trailed off, not knowing how to answer.

"About what, exactly?"

"I've... Forgotten." Chase lied for the very first time. "Though, I believe it was a very nice sentence."

"Hmm, we'll just ask her tomorrow." Charlie shrugged, parking inside the garage.

Stepping out of the car, Charlie stretched tiredly and groan as he heard a satisfying pop. "I'm heading to bed now. Goodnight Chase." he mumbled.

The officer turned away and was about to make his way up when Chase blurted out, making Chief halt in his place.

"我爱你！Wo Ai Ni! ( I love you!)" Chase said out loud.

"Uh..Buddy? You okay?" Chief chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him. "Wo Ai Ni too...whatever that means." he coughed.

Activating his holoform, Chase's eyes brightened up like a child on Christmas as he tackled the man down.

"Chase! What the hell?" Chief gasped as he found himself trapped under Chase's arms.

"我的就是我的。你的也是我的。(What's mine belongs to me; what's yours also belongs to me.)" Chase whispered, nibbling Charlie's ears.

Without hesitation, Chase picked the man up and carried him on the shoulders, ignoring Chief hitting his back as he made his way up to Charlie's room.

"Chase, put me down!"

"我的矫情的小公子真可爱。今晚，你由我来决定。(My haughty little Prince is very adorable. Tonight, you shall be under my command.)" Chase growled.

"I don't know what that means, but it doesn't seem to be good!" Chief blushed, giving up on retaliation as he was brought into his room and set down on his bed.

"我的～/Wo De~ (Mine~)" Chase purred, sending shivers down to Charlie's back as he sat on top of the man.

" Chase-! "

"I will properly thank the femme for her teaching later." Chase mumbled, staring down at the flustered man with a mischievous grin.

"For now, let me handle you, 我的最爱(my beloved.)"

"CHASEEEE!!"

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lunarimpact · 3 years

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My darling, why are you so silent? ( saying nothing )

for @writer-and-artist27 | written with @partialdignity

Time trudged on like a steady river, tenderly cradling the boat and all of its passengers. A gentle and steady river that flowed between the past, the present, and the achingly unknown future. In the gentle wake of the passage of time, the Archer felt most at home, in these moments where all seemed to be none the wiser to those who prowled the less-trafficked halls of the vessel and all the secrets which it contained. Where he might slip through the cracks, a forgettable shadow. A drifting soul. A wandering spirit.

It was in these untraveled and labyrinthine halls which he called home, that he found a queer sight. A door like no other, marred by ancient yellow talismans, seemingly undisturbed. A door which hardly belonged within the technologically advanced Nautilus, made of some ancient, blackened wood. A door which did not stir when he drew near, like any of the other metal doors. No whoosh of air, no electric stir. He had never seen a door like this, not within the many years, now, that he'd been active as Vy's servant. So, surely, hidden behind this door lay his unfamiliar prey, that slip of being which had appeared behind Vy like some aes sídhe of Annwn.

And so here he remained, watching over a door which never opened, and those pale talismans which bore red ink unstirring in the mild air-conditioning. Waiting, like a hound, uncalled upon by his dear Master. Waiting with all the patience in the world for some sign of life. Some stirring. A revelation about what lay beyond the door. Minutes turned to hours, time passing him by like an evening breeze. No one had yet come out of the sealed-up room tucked away in the back of the Nautilus, or if they had, they were better at stealth than anyone he'd ever met. Including that Count of Monte Cristo fellow and his whole 'literally sinks into the shadows' thing he did.

Robin glowered at the faded seals, uncertain about their exact meaning since the Grail hadn't, this time, deigned to fill him in on the written alphabet of a multitude of languages. Or dialects, for that matter. Not so long as they hadn't mattered to his Master nor the staff at the former Chaldea, or the Nautilus. But looking at them, the complex characters which reminded him of some form of Chinese, perhaps, and taking in the sheer number plastered onto the door was enough to get a clue. They probably said some variant of keep out, which was something of a problem when what he wanted to do was get in.

Just a little peek. Just to make sure that he wasn't half-mad from the summer heat on that day. That he hadn't hallucinated the pale figure whose crimson eyes sparkled with a dangerous delight, who had smiled at him with all the mischief of a fair folk, letting a new sunhat slip from slender fingers, with blackened fingernails. An unexpected gift falling upon his master's head. Only for them to disappear immediately after like some kind of ghost. No harm done, but the promise of it had remained, lingering around Vy for a long time, even if she hadn't noticed.

He'd had enough of ghosts lately, between the Lostbelts and BB's revamped Luluhawa. One more unknown popping up so suddenly just made his scalp itch. And one who had held an aura like that pulled at his memory of Yu Mei-Ren, with all of her hatred and anger, her venomous tongue. But there was something else, something darker. It wasn't like making eye contact with a Beast, nothing like looking into Kiara's hungry gaze. It was unsettling. Nameless.

Robin had, for a brief moment, felt as though he might lose Vy right then and there, with that stranger standing behind her. A wolf about to descend upon a sheep.

He shivered, all at once unsettled by the memory of that day. Of that briefest moment in time. Drawing himself back to the present, he looked once more upon the ebony wood door. He moved from his spot, eager to slip away. Eager to rid himself of it. He'd come back, of course, for his investigation was hardly over. He just needed to stretch his legs, clear his thoughts.

Still nothing, he noted, after making another circuit of the hallway. Whoever was inside, if anyone at all, must not get out much. Or had no reason to, which could well be the case.

Scratching at his cheek, he let No Face May King settle back into place, digging into the reserves of his patience and resolving to wait a little longer. He was a decent hunter for a somewhat more modern spirit. He could wait unless the little sparrow needed him.

⬧ ⬧ ⬧

"...he is still out there," Ao Bing sighed, the rustle of his sleeves seeming loud in the otherwise quiet room. Frowning at the closed door, he permitted himself a soft tsk as the inquisitive spirit on the other side took up its nosy post.

"Perhaps the Captain neglected to explain how loitering is rude to him," the dragon mused softly, not quite ignorant to the other in the room. The dark-haired being who had bound him to their side in a questionable contract, who sat at an antique writing table. The all too familiar pungent smell of the ink-stone made him wrinkle his nose, but he wasn't planning to fuss at the other as they lazily practiced their calligraphy. The ancient characters were brought to life upon the paper, blackened brush dragging just slightly, not enough to leave a mess. Nor enough to alter the words into something unsuitable for one who looked so young.

"Would you rather be out playing with xiǎo hǔ?" Xiao hummed, never taking their gaze off the paper, nor the way their brush moved. Heat rushed to Ao Bing’s cheeks, indignation dancing upon his tongue. “I do not-”

“It’s alright, I understand that you miss them, and that I’m keeping you from them, but it is for your own sake. Much as what that spirit,” they paused, setting their brush to rest with care, “is doing this for the sake of his Master. I suppose I would too if I had some inkling of knowledge as to what awaits me in this very room. Still...

What size coffin do you think he intends to ask for?”

#writing ; the chorus sings #carim creates #fgo #writerandartist27 #Robin ( Fate )#Vy ( vy's mastersona )#Xia ( True Ancestor )#Ao Bing ( fan servant )

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curiouswildi · 4 years

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I was tagged by @ren-ofthesith thank you!!! 😗💕

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

wooden brown

2. A food you never eat?

This one is hard, i could eat cardboard if it is well seasoned. Insects maybe? I could never eat one of those bizarre insects extravagant meals ��.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

As you all already know I live on the surface of the sun, so I'm always hot 😓☉

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

On a meeting. Go to my previous post to see what the work presentation was about 👌

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

York

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

I went to an NBA game once 🏀

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

"I have to go. I have to heat up my coffee." (and I never came back 😆)

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

mint chocolate chip ice cream 👌

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

coffee

10. Do you like your wallet?

i don't have a wallet (last one broke and i haven't replace it yet) so I keep my money like real women do, scattered around my purse 😆

11. What was the last thing you ate?

It's a Puerto Rican dish, called "frituras"..it's something similar to a fried dumpling stuffed with steak, yummy 👌

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I wish...this damn quarantine has all clothing stores closed 😣

13. The last sporting event you watched?

I think it was an MLB game? 🤔 ⚾

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Kettle corn is very good. But I also like lime, pepper and butter flavors.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

my child

16. Ever go camping?

Yes, lots of times. I love it. 🏕

17. Do you take vitamins?

Usually? No. But with the COVID-19 situation, I take all i can get!!

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

No, but I wish I would, I miss it 😔

19. Do you have a tan?

Ha! With this quarantine? Stop playing with my feelings....

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

This question is offensive and I refuse to answer it. (how can you make me chose?)

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

Only at restaurants and fastfood places.

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

If I have to chose a color, it'll be black, but mostly multicolored with designs.

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

Is there any other way to drive? 🤷🏼

24. What terrifies you?

cockroaches

25. Look to your left what do you see?

Church's Chicken.

26. What chore do you hate?

Just one? I hate all of them

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Chris Hemsworth. And koalas.

28. What is your favorite soda?

Cream soda.

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

Drive through.

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

My child.

31. Favorite cut of beef?

I love the whole cow, I can't chose.

32. Last song you listened to?

#1 Crush. By Garbage.

33. Last book you read?

I started to read "The Eyes of the Dragon" by Stephen King, but got distracted with coronavirus.

34. Favorite day of the week?

Whichever I can get free from work.

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Never tried. And you can't make me.

36. Do you like coffee?

I have coffee running through my veins.

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

My dirty converse.

38. At what time do you normally go to bed?

Around 12:00am.

39. At what time do you normally get up?

Around 6:00am, cuz society makes me.

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets.

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

One very thin sheet. Remember? On the surface of the sun?

42. Describe your kitchen plates:

Plain and boring.

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic bevarage?

Cocktail: Mojitos.

Beer: Corona.

Wine: Sauvignon Blanc

44. Do you play cards?

Yes.

45. What color is your car?

Red.

46. Can you change a tire?

I can, but I won't.

47. What is your favorite province?

Like in my country? In the world?

48. Favorite job you ever had?

Retail at a Christmas shop.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

When I was a little girl I was running around the school like a maniac (as usual) with the others, and I fell, and got my knee scratched pretty bad.

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

Helped a customer in need.

I'll tag: @the-queen-of-things , @oh-nostalgiaa , @genericbrowngurl , @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls , @poealsobucky , @mur-raay , @you-cant-cry-in-here , @jokerjoaquinphoenix , @charlie-sisters , @bring-your-holy-water , @tearsofafallenangel , @x-wingwarriorbbpoe8 , @fallenstarsabyss , @heroesaredumb ,

#tagged #tagging game #tag game #tumblr friends #asks

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svejarph · 4 years

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Victoria was ~30 during filming and is Chinese.

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hope-with-hashimotos · 4 years

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Human Design: Body, Mind and Spirit Integration

Hey, people! Continuing this week's exploration into Human Design, an amazing tool for personal growth and transformation. It's the integration of four ancient systems: the I Ching, Western Astrology, The Hindu Brahmin Chakras and the Kabbalah.

And i've found it to be eerily accurate on the people whose charts I have done thus far. I'm also very interested in exploring whether or not this can help us gain insights that may be valuable for healing.

Today, I'm looking into how the chakra system is used. Traditionally, the chakra system has seven centers, but the Human Design system has a total of nine enters. The reason for this is the founder's belief that there was a cosmic shift in 1781 which signaled an evolutionary progression of our species.

This, apparently, corresponded with the discovery of Uranus. (Which, to be honest, I thought was mildly hilarious. :)). According to the reasoning, this cosmic shift marked the next phase of the spiritual evolution of our species from a Saturnian cycle to a Uranian cycle. This change corresponds to a longer life expectancy and a shift from a 7 centered focus on sexuality to the 9 centered focus on awareness and spiritual growth.

What has always interested me about the chakra system is its correspondence to the endocrine system. In the Taoist tradition there also exists a similar study and practice of transforming sexual energy into spiritual energy via the chakras and endocrine system.

Have posted in the past the five element diagram of the endocrine glands and that is really fascinating when you look at the actual physiology and how these glands interact and influence one another. I definitely think there is something to these correspondences and it's a portal into the nexus of mind, body and spirit connections.

This really is where emotion, physiology and spiritual development all connect.

And what the Human Design system can be helpful with is helping you understand what your natural strengths and weaknesses are. With this knowledge you reorient your decision making and actions to better suit your blueprint.

Yesterday, I discussed the Ching and DNA and one area that is fascinating is the differentiation of brain cells that DNA provides. This really is where psychology becomes biology. And this happens throughout the body. All the systems are connected.

Because everything is encoded in every cell.

Our body can be viewed as many micro-systems reflecting this information. The entire body can be seen and influenced with acupuncture points on the ear, or through reflexology points on the feet or hands or in palpation of the abdomen.

It's the same imprint over and over again at various different scales.

In my opinion, the chakra system in another example of this genetic imprint. And it reflects this mind, body and spirit interaction. As you can see from the diagram, each of the nine centers has correspondences to internal organs and/or glands and is associated with some type of psychological process.

Starting from the top:

Head: This is linked to the pineal gland (which physiologically is intimately involved with our circadian rhythm and the liver). It is also associated with inspiration and the pressure to translate existence (to make meaning from all the randomness of life). Ajna: This center is associated with the pituitary gland (which is the master endocrine gland associated with the heart in Chinese medicine). This is, obviously, deeply imbedded in the brain and works with the hypothalamus to release hormones and to process emotion responses via the autonomic nervous system and the adrenals.

Throat: This is where the thyroid and parathyroid is found. It is linked to the metal element and the immune system in Chinese medicine and is energetically linked to self expression, manifestation and metabolic balance and control.

G Center: This center encompasses the liver (which in Chinese medicine is the general of the body), the blood, your sense of self (your blood carries your experience), it also helps anchor you with a sense of direction and love.

Heart: This center is where the heart is (considered the emperor of the body in Chinese medicine), the thymus, stomach and gall bladder. Which is interesting in Chinese medicine the gallbladder and stomach are very important organs for decision making. This center is the energetic center of the ego and the will. This has an important relationship with the Throat Center.

Spleen: This center is linked to the lymphatic system, immunity, intuition and process of physical awareness. (I've written in the past about the notion of the spleen also being linked to the pancreas and intent - which in some ways can be seen as the role of insulin in the body).

Solar Plexus: This center houses the kidneys, the bladder, and the pancreas. It is an emotional center where the daily cycles of emotion are processed and assimilated.

Sacral: This is the center of sexual energy and fertility, the ovaries and the testes. This is the source of energy to exercise your will. It's the furnace that powers all the yang in the body.

The source that gives you the power to keep going.

Root: This center includes the adrenal glands and stress hormone physiology, the kundalini energy-that divine seed of feminine power. It is here that fear and trust are negotiated and balanced (or that balance is lost). In Taoist practices this center is linked to the Head and energy is circulated through the Ren and Du channels (the first channels to form in the body from the first cell division). Obviously, this is just barely scratching the surface of this topic (there's definitely a whole book here). In the Human Design system we each have some of these centers open and some closed or more defined. As we look at our charts we can see these various centers in action and this can help us understand our natural tendencies, motivations and actions (both helpful and self destructive). Have a great day! Unless you have other less centered plans.

#autoimmune #autoimmune disease #hashimoto #hashimotos #hashimotos thyroiditis #hypothyroid #hypothyroidism #health #thyroid #chinese medicine #chakras #chakra system #Spiritual #Growth

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songketalliance · 4 years

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Interracial Relationships Ain’t No Cakewalk

“Love doesn’t prevail all. Being in an interracial relationship requires a flexible mindset that is constantly open and curious—From. Both. Sides.”

A contribution by Nahri Zaydi

Let’s imagine: You found someone who you just click with. You like the same things, accepted each other’s weird qualities. They get your humour, and you get theirs; you tease each other lovingly. You flirt, a lot, but also have the capacity to talk about serious things. You fight, but also find ways to make up to each other.

It seems right, it feels good between you two.

However, there’s one area that you haven’t breached early into your blooming relationship: you have both quietly agreed to be in an interracial relationship.

Interracial relationship is a relationship between people (two or more, let’s acknowledge that not all relationships are monogamous) from different racial and/or religious backgrounds. For some, this kind of relationship is seen as something that unites the world.

Think about it: people from very different backgrounds, different coloured skin deciding to join together in the name of heterosexual love and hopefully produce caramel skinned child/ren in the future?

Stunning.

But the reality of interracial relationships is more complicated than that.

I am someone who has dated guys from a variety of backgrounds. I’ve dated within my ethnicity (Malay Muslim), but also Chinese, Middle Eastern, South Asians, and white people.

Cultural breaches are always acknowledged by the Asians and Middle Eastern guys, mostly because of cultural overlaps: strict parenting, reminding each other that it’s time to pray, or discussing the struggle of managing our love for things produced by white people while maintaining our cultural loyalty.

Acknowledging our race was easy for us, because western media we’ve consumed have told us that we were different—even when we’re not—or secondary in status despite the fact the coloured skin people make up the majority worldwide.

These discussions did not have to start from scratch in some relationships I’ve been in.

But with each and every white person I’ve dated—four, all of whom were outside Brunei—only two of them had ever acknowledged their whiteness or was curious enough to ask me more about my cultural upbringing. Ryan would every so often not understand my references and requested clarity. He’d ask me to translate stuff into Malay, tasting the words on his tongue. Josh wished me happy fasting month without me having to tell him that Ramadhan was nigh. He Googled stuff about Brunei in order to connect with me.

These men made effort so many had not, recognising the difficulty I face in integrating to a white majority country: is my name anglicised? How do I navigate cultural clash? How can they navigate culture difference? What resources can I give them in order for them to recognise cultural and racial blind spots?

Sure, it’s seems easy to just be friends with someone from a different cultural background, but it’s an entirely different story to welcome someone who has no interest in your culture into your life as a partner. This is because a large chunk of your life is going to be shared with this person when you decide to commit. We’re not even talking about introducing them to the family. Things that are culturally a Big Deal to you might not be culturally a Big Deal to them, hence you have to explain why those things are culturally a Big Deal.

I have dated white men who dismissed my culture, so I left them knowing that they do not believe in intersectional social justice the way I do. I’ve dated an Indian man who no longer believes in his cultural roots in favour of a more white view of the world that he tried to convince me that all religion are man-made, even though we had a discussion about my Islamic beliefs a few days back, and he was supposedly understanding of it.

All relationships are complicated—it’s about finding an even ground where you’d be able to understand your partner/s, communicate and comprehend concerns together. In interracial relationship, it’s all those things but with an added cultural sprinkle. For some men I’ve dated, some of my behaviour comes off as a cultural shock to them. For others, they approach my cultural intricacies with curiosity and a tongue in the air to have a taste of my life.

I think interracial relationships isn’t any different than any other relationship, just that it adds further issues for you to discuss on. For me, heterosexual relationship already have a gendered power structure: The man as someone who mostly benefits from the patriarchy, the woman—me—navigating her position within the heterosexual relationship under the patriarchy. Gender dynamics is something I bring up during the early dating stage because I don’t want to have to school someone from scratch about feminism and dismantling patriarchy, similarly how I wouldn’t want to teach someone to open their eyes to systemic racism.

Love doesn’t prevail all. Being in an interracial relationship requires a flexible mindset that is constantly open and curious—From. Both. Sides.

It is recognising racial dynamics: how the white guys I’ve dated need to acknowledge the power structure of their Whiteness and my Brownness; discussing the structure of my Brown Southeast Asian privileges as a Chinese passing woman to the Brown Indian man I was with, who dealt with more racism than I do; or recognising the religious hierarchy with my Egyptian ex of my Southeast Asian Muslim identity that Arabs have often scoffed at.

Sure, I am a westernised person and our values may align with each other’s, but it also means recognising that our relationship have a racial power dynamics we need to challenge and dismantle together.

If they’re not in for that, then I am out.

A contribution by Nahri Zaydi

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datura-foxglove · 4 years

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I have three cats. All of them were adopted (or forcing themselves to be adopted by sitting in front of my door meowing and acting cute until they managed to get inside and refuse to leave). I have adopted five cats in total but one ran away when he is on mating season (I was a college student, I don't have money to pay for his spaying) and never returned until I have to move back home and I have to leave him behind, the other one died because I didn't vaccinate her (again, college student. On her last semester. She is indoor cat so I wasn't that worried but then one of my friend is an intern vet student so she probably caught something from her).

The second cat I adopted (the first one is the one who ran away) is Narnia. My mom is the one who named her. After I am finished with my college I brought her back home (she had to go by car for 6 hours and then by train for another 8 hours). She is three years old this year.

She is so fat that people keep asking if she is pregnant. No, she is just... well, fat. Which I don't understand why because she is really active and she ate even less than my other cats. I have brought her to vet and she is pretty much healthy.

I don't know if it's because of her name or what, but she is a princess. Truly. She won't touch commoner's food and will only accept the most expensive canned food or she will starve herself and stared at you like you are the cruelest human alive for torturing her. She won't steal human food. She is quiet, elegant, and only purr when you pet her to her satisfaction. She demands clean environment and will refuse to step on anything dirty. Will sit on my chest if I dared not to open the blanket to let her inside and sleep near my feet under the blanket and will get mad if I touch her with my cold feet (I can't help it she is warm).

Still, she is the only one who will come if I called her. She will snuggle to me and purr, let me hold her in my arms, and be happy whenever I come home.

But she is scary like a lioness to stray cats and new cats. She will hiss and spits, yowling whenever she sees other cats from the window. If I try to calm her down she will throw a fit and walk away. Truly a princess.

My fourth cat is a stray that my mom picked up from her workplace. He refused to leave my mom's side and stared at her sorrowfully until she brought him home. I'm the one who named him and because I was on Persona 5 craze at that time, I called him Ren (Amamiya Ren is the protagonist of Persona 5).

I really suspect that the name I chose for him is either a curse or blessing, because he truly acts like a phantom thief lol. Ren is a sneaky bastard. Somehow he learns how to open the drawers and steals plastics or other things he then used as toys. He will only do this when I am asleep or not watching him. If I caught him red-handed trying to open the drawer, he will freeze for a moment before pushing it close and then sits there and stare at me innocently. He is really big compared to Narnia and even more active than her. He likes tall places and jumping around from tables to bed. He likes playfighting since he is only a bit older than one year old but Narnia keeps getting angry if he goes too brutal.

He is also a spoiled child who demands my attention if I ignore him for too long. He had no problem using my leg or hips as pillow and if I moved he will follow like a sticky bug. He likes getting under the blanket too but he will sleep by my side.

But he is also the most violent. I never managed to bathe him without ending up in scratches. He has claws and won't hesitate to use it.

The last is my newest kitten, Byleth (yep that name is from me. Byleth is the protagonist from Fire Emblem Three Houses). I am quite certain what is their sex yet (I haven't brought them to a vet yet. They came on Chinese New Year and after that I don't have time yet. So they still stay outside until then, but I have made a bed and they stayed right outside of my door most of the time). Still in process of slowly bringing them inside. Narnia still refuse to associate with them. Ren is cautious but his curiosity is too strong and he has started closing in on them. Not touching yet, but at least he has stopped hissing.

Since I haven't spent a long time with them yet I don't know much about their personality yet. Just that they love canned food, they ate a lot, and they are loud. Actually, it's the voice of their meowing at six am that woke me up. When I checked I found them outside of the gate of my house. Then they looked at me and ran towards me, after that they refuse to leave. I don't know which stray cats that my mother gave food regularly is their mother, no one pick them up. They are pretty affectionate, love to snuggle and asking for pets. Since they have black fur, it made me anxious when I fed them at night since I can barely spot them in the dark. They tend to snuggle my foot when I walk so I am afraid to step on them.

So these are my cats and I love them. Why am I making this? Because I keep getting question of 'why aren't you married yet' by my sister-in-law, father, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, and even distant family member I don't bother to remember. Now I can just show them this post and say 'I already have three children'. Or just to show off my beautiful children to my friends.

#my cats #they are my children and I love them #they chose me as their mother #and I want to be the best mom I can be for them #I have no intention to have human children #so this is perfect

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zzloch · 5 years

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You Like Him- Lyredey and Gruvia Double date

Hey people, this is set in a high school au, I hope you like it

A blue-haired girl stood in front of her midnight blue car, nervously waiting for one of her best friends to arrive."Meredy!" Juvia yelled at the pinkette, waving her arm. "Juvi!" Meredy said excitedly. Juvia and Meredy hugged. The best friends had both had been busy, with schoolwork, clubs, and Juvia started had swimming.

"What do you want to do tonight and tomorrow?" Juvia questioned her friend. This was the one night they could meet up and have a sleepover.

"Well, I was thinking we just lounge around." Meredy shrugged.

"Juvia got tickets to the carnival!" Juvia said, holding up two slips of cardstock, with barcodes on them.

Meredy eyes lit up, the carnival was her favorite place to go.

"YES!!!!!!!!" Merdey yelled ecstatically.

Meredy loved the carnival and Juvia knew this, and intended to take advantage of that

"Merds, that's not all."

"Oh, what else? Are we going to the Waterpark?" Meredy's eyes sparkled.

"No, not quite, Juvia had two extra leftover, sooooo."

"So, what?"

"Juvia gave the other two to Lyon-Sama and Gray-sama and told them to meet us there," Juvia said sheepishly

"Juvi!" the pinkette whined.

Juvia just laughed, Meredy had the biggest crush on Lyon and hated it when Juvia tried to set them up.

"Please, Juvia won't force you to be around him," Juvia said.

"Yeah right," Meredy said, rolling her eyes.

They pulled up to Juvia's house and walked inside. Meredy was always amazed at how well decorated her household was. It was always so clean. Contrary to Juvia’s adoptive family, who all looked very messy

The way the house looked and functioned would be considered normal until you saw Juvia’s adoptive family. The Redfoxes were very odd, 'that's a good word for it.' Meredy thought.

As Juvia and Meredy stepped in the living room, a loud crash, followed by a string of curses were heard from the garage.

The door of the garage opened, and a tall tan man stepped inside the house, covered in sweat and soot, and grumbling about how his head hurt.

“Hi, Uncle”

He nodded at the two girls

“What was that Noise?” Meredy asked cautiously, Metalicana terrified her and she was very nervous around him.

“I was trying a grad a tool, and all my other tools fell down” he grumbled

“Were you standing on something you shouldn't have been” Juvia questioned

“Nooooooo”

Juvia rolled her eyes at her adoptive father

“Aunty isn’t going to like that there is soot everywhere.”

“Kan isn’t home right now.”

“Well once she comes home she’s going to be upset.”

Metalicana rolled his eyes at his daughter.

“What are you guys doing tomorrow?” Metalicana changed the topic

"We're going on a double date tomorrow."

"Are you going out with that Fullbuster boy again.”

"Yes, Uncle,”

“Wait, wait. You are going on a date and dragging me along, and I am being forced to hang out with your boyfriend's stepbrother,” Meredy defended herself.

Metalicana looked at the girls confused and shook his head. “Whatever I'm ordering Chinese.”

“We are eating in Juvia’s room,” Juvia said grabbing Meredy’s hand and pulling her up the stairs

Metalicana nodded as the girls went into juvia’s room

The walls were a light blue. Her bed had a white comforter and black sheets underneath, With some midnight blue velvet pillows. She had a TV in her room and even a mini-fridge. Her trophies for swimming had replaced the dolls she used to sew of her crush, Gray, but since they had started dating she had stopped sewing her gray dolls collecting pictures of him, etc.

Juvia jumped on her bed with Meredy and pulled out the remote and turned on the Television. She had put in a fantasy movie that Meredy had never heard of. "Soooo," Juvia said "What," Meredy said gulled to the screen. "Lyon told me something..."

"MmHmm," Meredy said, not looking at her friend, she knew where this was headed.

"He likes a girl..."

"I don't care."

"With pink hair."

"Probably Sherry"

"Nah She's dating Ren."

"Since when?"

"About 3 months ago."

"Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like her."

"The girl Lyon likes he said she was kind."

"Don't care."

"She used to be really rude."

"Sounds like you," Meredy said, not looking away from the T.V

Juvia then shoved her off the bed, Meredy laughed while tumbling off the bed

"Meredy He likes YOU!"

"Don't get my hopes up" Meredy mumbled.

"You like him, you like him," Juvia teased.

After Juvia continuously said this for about 30 minutes, Meredy caved, "OK, I LIKE HIM!"

"Juvia knew it!"

"Ugh, Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"You know it" Juvia giggled at the pinkette.

*Time Skip: 12 hours*

It was around 8, and the girls were getting ready, how they got up so early is a mystery.

"Meredy, can you do Juvia lashes."

"Fine"

"Thanks. I'm horrible at them" Meredy rolled her eyes, Juvia really was terrible at makeup, no matter how many times her “mom” tried to teach her how to do it.

"All right, Done."

"Thanks"

"Which do you think I should wear?" Meredy asked her friend. She held up an oversized pastel pink hoodie with jean shorts and magenta crop top with white jean shorts

"Second, with black sneakers and rose gold hoops."

"Which one?" Juvia proceeded to hold up 2 outfits. A grey crop top with midnight blue jean shorts and Grey tank top with blue skirt

"Grey tank top with shorts and white converse with those cross earrings gray got you that match his necklace."

"Thanks, Meredy" Juvia said running into her room to get changed

*Time skip 1 hour*

Gray and Lyon waited outside the carnival.

"How much longer till we can go in, so I can beat you at some carnival games," Lyon asked Gray, teasingly.

"I don't know it's not like I track my girlfriend."

"What do you mean you have a tracker on her phone." "I do not. Her dad took it off" Gray mumbled the last part, and Lyon stifled a laugh

"Gray-sama, please stop fighting with Lyon-sama," Juvia said, walking towards her boyfriend.

"Hi, Lyon" Meredy waved at the white-haired boy.

When Lyon saw her, his cheeks went pink. Gray elbowed his brother in the rib cage and pushed him towards the pinkette. "Hey you look nice" "Thanks, you too" An Awkward silence rushed over the two flustered students

"Meredy, Let's show these guys we can beat them at any game," Juvia said, knowing that would make Meredy excited, she was very competitive.

"Come on Lyon so I can beat you," Meredy said, grabbing his hand.

Gray Laughed at his blushing stepbrother, getting dragged away by his crush. "Gray-Sama" "MmmHmm," he said, pulling her closer towards him. "Juvia is gonna beat you," Juvia said, running away "Good Luck!" Gray yelled at his girlfriend as he ran after her

*Time Skip 2 hours*

The entire morning was full of the 4 high schoolers playing carnival games, fighting (mostly by Gray and Lyon), Laughter and blushing. "Hey is 12 we should really get something to eat," Lyon commented. "Sure, could you and Meredy go get some pizza, Juvia needs to talk to Gray real quick," Juvia asked Lyon, totally not trying to get Lyon and Meredy alone together. Meredy was about to deny her request, but Lyon jumped in "Sure Juvia." Lyon pulled Meredy towards the food.

"Hey, You're a girl right," Lyon asked

"Last time I checked," Meredy said smiling

"So, there's a girl."

"MmHmm" Meredy tried her best not to feel jealous

"I really like her."

"Then, tell her."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"She's too good for me."

"Lyon if you like her, then just tell her."

"Can I practice on you."

Meredy stopped walking, she should have known he would have asked that Lyon always said 'If you don't practice you can't accomplish most things.' Knowing Lyon wasn't going to give up, why was she friends with such stubborn people, she agreed.

"Okay," Lyon took a breath. "Hey, I like you."

"Now just tell that to the girl you like," Meredy said.

"I just did," Lyon said, scratching his head.

Meredy's eyes went wide. Lyon, one of the most popular boys at Fiore high, liked her, the dorkiest girl at her school. "Why?" was Meredy's response. Lyon could have any girl he wanted, but he chooses a girl who could drag down his reputation in mere seconds.

"Because you aren't like all the other girls at our school, you are passionate about everything you do, you aren't stuck up, and you make me feel like a normal person, you don't treat me like some celebrity, you aren't afraid of teasing me and I need a girl that can do that."

"Lyon, I think I like you too." Lyon sighed, clearly relieved.

"That's a lot better than you not liking me." Lyon smiled.

"We should probably go get the pizza now," Meredy said.

"Yep," Lyon said, grabbing her hand and walking her towards the pizza place.

Elsewhere (totally not sitting at a table so they could overhear Meredy and Lyon) were Gray and Juvia. Juvia was squealing her heart out.

"They like each other, soon they'll start dating."

"Now that you got them together can you stop trying to play matchmaker and focus on us," Gray said, hugging his girlfriend's waist.

“Maybe, only if Mira doesn’t recruit Juvia to do more work.”

"We're back," Lyon said, holding Meredy's hand and the pizza.

Juvia smiled at the new couple

*Time Skip 8 hours*

The rest of the day was spent with Juvia teasing Meredy about her new boyfriend, Gray and Lyon trying to see who can get their respective girl more stuffed animals (Spoiler alert It was a tie, the rivalry continues). They had a lot of fun. Lyon offered to take Meredy home, and Meredy agreed.

"Thanks," Lyon told Meredy as they were driving to the girl's house

"For what" Meredy seemed very confused

"Not rejecting me."

"Why would I, I've liked you since I met you."

"I'm just so happy, I now have a girlfriend who is sweet, kind, not stuck up."

"Thanks, I think," The new couple talked the entire way home.

They pulled up to Meredy's house, Lyon hopped out of the car to open the door for Meredy. He hugged his new girlfriend.

"Bye Meredy"

"Bye Lyon" Meredy quickly ran inside, excited to tell her 'sister/mom' Ultear. Also, to make sure her 'brother' Jellal doesn't kill her new boyfriend.

Gray and Juvia were also on there way home, Juvia was talking to Mira the whole time theme planning the following methods to get their ships together. 'Man' Gray thought to himself, 'I love my girlfriend.'

I love Double Date AU's. Also, Lyredy and Gruvia are two of my favorite ships. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for reading. BYEEEEEEEE

-Z.Z Loch

#gruvia fanfiction #gruvia #lyredy #lyredy fanfiction #gray #juvia #meredy #lyon #my trash writing #zzloch #jujulock

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growingstrongorsomething · 5 years

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4. I have a robot inside me.

Original prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/bo0yiq/wp_youre_a_little_slower_than_others_but_its/ If you like my story, please support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/storyforger

“The whole time you have been whispering. You are scaring people off.”

“What, I did?” Walid looks at his boss. Her face is filled with wrinkles, some from old age, some from worry.

“Yes, you are also looking at Waruna. She is crying in the freezer because she thought you are still angry at her.”

Walid slaps his face a little, trying to mold it to a more presentable look. His face now has a bit of a smile, and his eyes doesn’t gaze as sharp as before.

“She already paid for the damages. After all, I wasn’t angry at all. I just...”

Now Walid’s boss is the one massaging her face, mostly around her forehead. “Whatever it is, hold it in for now okay? We are all on the rush season. I will close this bakery for a week after Festival. Deal with your problems, get a psychiatrist, or meditate or something. Okay?”

“Yes, Mdm Kamisah.”

She holds Walid’s face and smiles broadly. “Work hard. The Festival is just three days away. I promise, we will get a big fat bonus, hm?”

“Yes. Well, I need to carry the pastries.”

“Good! That’s the spirit.”

Mdm Kamisah enters the office. Walid turns to the tray of tepung puluts. The smell of glutinous rice and pandanus flour mix in the sweetmeats are alot for him to handle. Walid thinks he is going to eat it all.

If you eat it all, you will have stomach problems again!

Walid sighs. “I am carrying food,” talking to himself again.

Oh you will, see the puddle you will flip!

[I won’t wait what oh god!]

Walid slips and almost fall flat on the tray. The floor where cakes are baked is made rough to prevent slipping, but the floor to the presentation aisles are made from smooth tiles. At least the cakes are safe.

Hamid takes the tray from Walid and places it on the counter. He then lifts Walid up, whose legs spread too far for his level of joint mobility.

“God you’re heavy!”

“Oww, oww, oww, my thighs.”

Hamid steadies Walid, who is groaning slightly from the gymnastics. “Well, I’m sending the tray.”

“No, wait.” Hamid gets a dry towel and wipes the floor from the accident to the aisle until it’s dry. “Ok, go.”

“Thanks!”

Their work that day is rather hard, and all workers are tired. Walid isn’t as tired, but his limping isn’t making things more comfortable either. At least the cleanup is made easy by the dishwashers and bots.

“That’s a wrap for the day. See you tomorrow!”

“See you!”

Walid hails a Grab and lets himself be carried to his flat. The city lights are pretty at night, especially when we are sleepy. The Grab driver thanks Walid too soon. Walid grumbles his thanks and clumsily walks up the stairs.

[Oh yeah, elevator] Walid goes to the elevator only to see that it is under maintenance. “Augh! Today?” He really wants to kick the door, but the last time someone did, that is how the elevator stopped working. Dejected, Walid winds wearily to his bed and falls asleep without even changing clothes.

Yo, how’s life?

[Life-threatening, thanks to you.]

You slipped, and I’m to blame? LOL GG.

[You’re my subconscious. How do you even know what is LOL GG?]

I am not blind when you control this body. I see what you see, I learn what you learn, I am aware of what you are aware. Well, and other things.

[What do you mean?]

We. Need. Diagrams.

Walid’s dream now forms a room. It is cozy, with two blue long sofas facing each other and a lamppost standing guard next to it. The table in between the sofas has a jug of lychee drink. Walid knows it by the smell. He pours a cup and pours the liquid into his mouth. The sweetness slams his tongue, and it flows into his body, making him... happy. He sits on the sofa, drinking more lychee juice.

You like what you’re seeing?

[Yeah, pretty much.]

Now! I will introduce myself. The subconscious slithers from behind the sofa and towards Walid. It is like the root of a ginger tree, only that it has a single straight shaft and many root fibers jutting through it. One of the larger root fibers extend a hand, as if in greeting. Walid shakes it. It does not show its face.

Subconscious, glad to meet you.

[Walid, pleasure’s all mine?]

The ‘ginger root’ slithers to the other sofa, its body reclining regally upon the sofa. Tired, Walid lies down to imitate the ‘ginger root’.

I think you have a lot of questions.

[Are you a ghost? Will you kill me? Is this poison?]

No. I need you alive. I can’t really tell you what I am yet, it will only create more questions. But I am ready to show you.

Walid thinks of the ginger root unzipping its costume and a pretty woman’s leg jut out of it.

No, unfortunately, I am not that sexy. But let me show you.

[How are you going to do that?]

I am going to take over your body. Just for a day. You will have my word, you can get full control of it once I have done my business.

Walid chugs down the lychee. The entirety of his life’s lessons flash before his eyes. All his life, his parents never told him what to do when your subconscious wants to take control of your body. Don’t open the door if the parents don’t expect guests, don’t touch other people’s breasts (and dicks once he came out), don’t steal, don’t show your private parts on the internet, and most importantly, if the offer is too good to be true, turn it down and run like hell.

I am twenty and honest to God, I need an adult.

[As frightening as it is, I am an adult. I assure you, your good health and functioning body is in my best interest.]

Come to think of it, the stress of his life isn’t going away anytime soon either. He still have to work hard tomorrow at the bakery. And he had to take Chinese exam next week, just so employers will consider him a worthy job candidate. Walid pours another cup. He raises it. To the last possible day of me being the conscious mind.

[To a more fruitful Walid.]

They both chug down the lychee. Walid sees the ‘ginger root’ face for a split second before the dream ends.

The next morning, Walid finds his body to be moving to the fridge. It dips some wholemeal bread into the black coffee and sends the bread into its mouth. Walid tried to move his body but it can’t.

Ginger root, are you controlling me?

[Yes, I do. You want answers. I am in the process of showing you. But first, your body needs some fuel and coolant!]

Fuel? Coolant? I am not a robot!

[Oh you’ll understand. By the way, you have a sick leave today. Convenient!]

Convenient for what? Hey, why are we walking?

[To the Doctor!]

The body washes itself. It washes its muscular body with water, then lathers soap on it. The body cleans everywhere, including the nether regions. Walid feels a slight pain as that area is stil a bit overstretched from yesterday. Walid can feel how clean his body is. And how it hurts to almost slip again from water puddles.

The body then pats itself dry with a towel. Walid tries wipe his face a bit more but the body doesn;t listen.

Ginger root, wipe my face!

[Alright, fine!]

Walid feels the intrinsic itch to his soul scratched for now. The body wears a tight T shirt and a sports trousers. Walid always feel comfortable wearing the trousers, but the tight T shirt is chafing his nipples.

Can we get a looser shirt?

[No, I always want to show off this awesome body.]

Walid would like to huff, but it only manifests as the word ‘huff’. He spies to the side of his eyes. There are numbers and letters, some jumbled.

Are those coordinates, distance in kilometers, and name of The Doctor?

[Yes! Now be quite and observe!]

The body hails a Grab and calmly enters the car. The body chats with the driver a bit. Walid thinks the mouth is moving but the language isn’t what he is used to.

“Ni de shangban meiyou mang ma?”

“Aiya, zui mang! Quanbu ren bu yao mai che, he quanbu de shangdian hen yuan la!”

And they both laughed. This son of a bitchy ginger root, he actually knows Mandarin!

The chat ends as the car arrived before the clinic. The sign says ‘The Doctor’s Swig’. This isn’t a clinic, this is a bloody pub.

Wait! I am a Muslim, I can’t drink alcohol.

[Oh come on, we’re meeting a doctor, not drinking!]

This is a pub!

[Oh god, just watch!]

The ginger root moves the body. Well, the insides is a pub. People are eating sunflower seeds and pistachios while watching the news. And drinking beer. There is a blackboard with a chalk drawn picture of a jar and ‘Lihing Limited Edition’ hanging above the bartender’s head.

“Bear with me bro, I need a help.”

The bartender winks. “What help?”

“Health Care.”

“One sec.” The bartender gives a call. “Number?”

Ginger root gives a small paper. The bartender whispers to the phone, and burns the small paper. The bartender then whispers to Ginger Root. “The Doctor is available now. Please come in.”

The Ginger Root smiles and nods. The back of the pub has three doors. Two unisex toilets and one closet. Ginger Root presses the code and the closet door opens. He enters the room, which is littered with brooms, mops, and scoops for the dust. Ginger Root places his hand on a brick, and pushes. A door swings open, away from the body. The body bravely marches through the darkness.

The dark path isn’t very dark to Walid, but he’s still afraid. He instinctively makes command to jerk his foot, but the body remains stoic, moving forward without flinching. They make their way down some stairs and more dark alleys, some branching.

Ginger Root, where are you taking me?

[Oh I’m Ginger Root now? Well, like I always said, just watch. We have a checkup AND a job.]

Walid is too afraid to complain further.

The darkness ends at the end of the tunnel, where the body pulls the door open. Inside is a room. Bodies of men and women are hung, suspended from the ceiling with ropes and hooks.

AAAAAAAHHHHH!

[Stop shouting, I almost jumped!]

A young man, barely 20, rushes forward and shakes the body’s hand with much enthusiasm. “I am always honoured to service you sir.”

“Hello to you too. Please check this body first.”

“Yes, this way.” The room of bodies gave way to a few beds. Ginger Root lies the body on an empty bed, the eyes pointing upward.

“Sir, we are about to begin checkup. Please leave the body.”

And Walid lose consciousness.

SYNCHRONISING NERVOUS SYSTEM... 100%

SYSTEM ERROR? ... RESOLVING... 100%

MUSCLE MOVEMENT? 100%

AUDITORY SYSTEM? 100%

VISUAL SYSTEM? 100%

TOUCH INPUT? 100%

STARTING AUXILIARY FUNCTION...

AUXILIARY FUNCTION ON. ERROR?

...

NONE. SYSTEM STARTING.

Walid finds himself still unable to control his body. The body is strapping some belts and pouches.

Wait, what time is it?

[10 am. We have a mission. Rescuing hostages.]

Wait, I am not a soldier!

[I am. Sit tight, you’re my mecha. Switching off auditory output, Auxilia HI.]

Wait, don’t shut me... And Walid can only see and think, not form words. The eyes emits a small screen of the ginger root. His face like an odd, jagged, jack-o-lantern, but Walid doesn’t feel a thing from it.

[I need you to listen closely. I am on a high risk mission to rescue fellow, well, ‘ginger roots’. They are stuck in some continents away. You must trust me that I will bring us alive okay.]

Walid would like to say yes, if only from desperation.

[We may get injured. Yes, even me in this cockpit. You will have extra functions in the fight, but mostly for your brainpower. Just remember, even if you lost all four limbs, you can be repaired.]

[Switching on auditory output, Auxilia HI.]

I thought I was human! Well... if I survive whatever comes, I need a lot of questions answered.

[OK, fair enough. I need to concentrate, so... Switching off auditory output, Auxilia HI]

Ginger Root meets with a few other people. Men and women, they are well-equipped with weapons and body armour.

“Listen up, our hostage situation has turned sour. The kidnappers decided not to further negotiations, and will kill all hostages this midnight. We have to save them. We do not have to kill all of the kidnappers, but we will kill anyone standing in our way. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!” Their voiced are lowered, but their voice are filled with fire.

“Good. We Drive Humanity Forward...”

“... So Our Survival’s Assured!”

The team raced to a truck and is driven to an abandoned building. There they dismounted and fan out to secure the perimeter. “The police has been notified of our mission and they will not stand in our way. If you see any uninfected policeman, rescue them. Reports shown that some are held hostage after a failed assault.”

“Our target is 200 meters southwest. We will have to secure a rooftop entry, Damit. Then, Hamidah, Rizal, Shafwan, you three enter first and get a foot hold. We will enter as soon as it’s clear.”

The team races to the top of the abandoned building. To the southwest, they could see three men chatting and drinking coffee on a rooftop balcony. Damit scopes with the sniper rifle. “Three men, mostly bored.”

“Are they armed?”

“No, I don’t think so, Ikhlas.”

Walid knows the name doesn’t refer to him, but Ginger Root. Ikhlas eh?

Ikhlas looks intently with a binocular. “They are, I could see their rifles resting on the wall, behind the sitting man drinking.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Shoot the sitting man first. Then the two.”

Damit pushes the sniper stock close to his shoulder, aims at the sitting man’s neck. He holds his breath, and shoots.

The sitting man falls on the rifles and the two other fumbles to grab their guns. Damit shoots their heads clean off with one shot.

“Double headshot at 200 meters. Easy gg lol.”

Damit sighs. “That isn’t how humans speak.”

Ikhlas writes down the kills. “I know. Still funny though. Shafwan, the rappel.”

Shafwan shoots the rappel rope with his crossbow. The bolt buries deep into the wall. Shafwan slides down first, with some equipment. The others slide down one by one, Ikhlas being the last. They switched equipment amongst each other, as they had carried others’ equipments too.

Walid sees the map screen appear before his eyes. Ikhlas gives the signal to huddle.

“Everyone have maps and possible enemies?”

Everyone nodded.

“We stick together. Rizal at front, Shafwan and Hamidah center, me and Damit behind. Get to the target, fight our way out to the ground floor. Then we evacuate.”

Ikhlas points at the door. Rizal rammed the door with the butt of his gun and the rest streamed in. They move quickly downstairs, but stop before the first door facing the stairs. Two gunmen gets out from the door, laughing along the way. Rizal throws a smoke grenade.

Instead of shouting ‘Boogies’ or something, the two writhed in agony. Their bodies twist and turn, coughing out blood and mucus. Soon, some organisms escape their mouth. It tries to wipe itself clean from the smoke, but it drops as it shouts a small screech of pain.

The two gunmen lays unconscious. Ikhlas’ team moves forward. A few minutes later, they are stopped by three kidnappers running to them. The team manages to take cover behind the walls as the kidnappers shoot to kill. They only stop to reload.

Shafwan takes the opportunity to shoot them in the head, but they do not drop. Instead, they keep firing. Shafwan remains unfazed as a bullet rips through his right upper arm. Some wires frayed out, but his movement isn’t hindered as he reload. Hamidah is about to throw another smoke grenade, but Ikhlas stopped her. Ikhlas waits until they reload again, and turns to shoot.

He aimed at the stomach of the kidnappers. They drop dead as soon as the bullet hits them. Damit moves forward and pumps another bullet in the temple to each of them. Rizal takes the forward position and the team keeps moving forward.

Rizal raises his fist, a signal to move forward. They stopped before the turn of a hallway. Rizal watches the other side with a mirror. “Four men. Standing guard.”

Ikhlas nods to Hamidah. She hands over a defragmentation grenade to Rizal. Rizal removes the pin and moves forward to throw it. The four guards points the gun at Rizal.

They centered their fire Rizal’s head, but Rizal ducks while throwing. Instead, his right arm is severely riddled with holes as the grenade flies. The four is about to jump, but the grenade explodes. The four disintegrated into the smoke. Ikhlas’ team fires forward, as Rizal slings his rifle. He looks at the uselessly hanging right hand. He rips it off. The fingers wiggle uncontrollably as the hand is separated from the body. Rizal holds his rifle on the left hand and joins Ikhlas.

Ikhlas leads the team forward. There seems to be no more kidnappers left. It’s... too quiet. Walid begins to feel uneasy. He wants to ask Ikhlas what is going on, but he can’t say anything. They entered an open courtyard, with doors flanking it.

The silence is finally interrupted a few minutes later. Two kidnappers storm out of a door, but Ikhlas manages to shoot them both before they could open fire. Ikhlas is about to walk forward to the target area, but he is suddenly thrown away by an explosion. Ikhlas almost lands at the other side of the courtyard wall.

A large man, about 9 feet tall appears before the team. Rizal fires his rifle at the man’s face. Its face is chipped away as the bullets ricochet off from the metallic skeleton. The rest pumps their gun dry to the robot. But all their bullets do not even dent it.

Hamidah jumps to give the man a flying kick. Her shin hits his neck. The man calmly grabs her leg and throws her straight through a wall. Shafwan jumps to the man’s shoulders, stand on it, and pumps a new magazine worth of bullets between the chest and the shoulder blade. The man grabs Shafwan and slams him a few times. Sounds of twisting metal can be heard from Shafwan’s body as he tries to stab and sever the wires in the robot’s hands. The robot throws Shafwan and he is impaled on a pole by the left chest. Shafwan tries to remove himself.

The robot is shaking, it finds itself hard to straighten its body. The robot walks to Shafwan, but he isn’t as fast as he was a few minutes ago.

Rizal and Hamidah pumps more bullets into the robot. But this time, they try to aim at the joints. Hamidah fires all her bullets into the left knee, circling to the front and back. The robot swings his fists to Hamidah but Hamidah can easily evade the robot. Rizal aimed at robot’s right shoulder. The robot turns his attention to Rizal and is preparing to launch himself to him.

The robot sprints towards Rizal. Rizal turns to run away, and the robot is running at full force.

Suddenly, the robot’s trajectory is thwarted by a shot to his head. Damit fires more sniper rounds at the robot. The robot turns and runs towards Damit. He holds his ground, but the robot still charges forward.

Ikhlas bodily throws himself at the robot, pushing the robot away. The robot is flat on its back, and Ikhlas desperately tries to reach his shotgun. The robot grabs him by the leg, and pulls Ikhlas towards him.

Walid feels all the past actions of his flood back to him. His killings of animals, his bullying of other kids, his angry rants against his parents’ He wants to say sorry for all he has done, and he can’t even say in it his inner voice!

Ikhlas the Ginger Root is sweating in its cockpit. He can feel all the anguish that Walid has. Added to his own, he is almost mad from all this. None of his training ever prepared him for this, and none of his experiences ever will. What can he do?

The robot tries to stand, but the connections in its body is too damaged to command his legs for the proper procedure. Instead, the legs dig into the soil erratically. The robot grabs Ikhlas by the neck and raises him up.

“Damit, its elbow!”

Damit aims at the elbow. The robot’s right hand plops uselessly as the bullet hits the joint but Ikhlas still can’t remove himself. He drags the robot’s right hand with him as the robot tightens its grip. But the grip gets looser and looser with each wire ripped from the robot’s hand. Ikhlas’ team gives the robot a wide berth.

The robot tries to stand up with its remaining appendages. But it only ends up wriggling and writhing.

Ikhlas looks for something in his back pouch. “Hamidah, you have anymore grenades?”

“I only have two, and it’s all used up.”

Shafwan has extracted himself from the pole. He hands to Ikhlas one smoke grenade.

Ikhlas throws the grenade to the robot, and it gives out a lot of smoke. When the smoke clears, the robot is still writhing.

“We have to deactivate it, it’s not an exosuit.”

Damit pumps a few sniper rounds to the robot’s left shoulder joint. Shafwan ties his bayonet to a stick and cuts all the wires from a few feet away, far from the robot’s grip. The robot’s hand almost come dangerously close to snatching the stick, but Shafwan deftly retracts it. Soon, the robot is uselessly moving its appendages. Rizal steps forward and jams his left hand to the robot’s neck. He pulls the here and there a bit, and soon the robot stops writhing. Its eyes loses its blue colour, fading to transparent black.

The hostages are brought outside by Shafwan, while Damit checks the perimeter. “It seems like all the kidnappers are dead or have fled. The hostages are just behind me.”

One of the hostages rushes forward to hold Ikhlas’ hands. Ikhlas raises his hands to meet it, but the right hand doesn’t budge.

The hostage looks at Ikhlas’ right hand. Shee shakes her head, but then shakes Ikhlas’ left hand vigourously. “All you have risked your lives to save us. I assure you, the High Root will reward your team well.”

“Thank you, madam, but we aren’t necessarily in the clear yet. We should get out of here quickly.”

They allow the hostages to leave from the front door. The police receives them and hands them to the healthcare unit stationed behind the blockade. Ikhlas’ team goes to the back gate. Along the way, they passed through one of the guard’s body. One being of goo is breathing weakly as the body writhes weakly.

“This... isn’t... over... We... will... be... victors...”

“It never is.” Ikhlas shoots the goo with his pistol.

The team gets into the extraction truck. Rizal holds his severed hand, while Damit ogles Shafwan’s large hole in the chest. Shafwan slaps Damit’s hands as he try to touch his dangling wires.

[Switching on auditory output, Auxilia HI.]

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

Aaa... Aaa... Aaa...

Walid could hear a small screeching on the screen. Is that the ginger root shouting too or the echo in the suit?

[Well, any questions?]

Lots. Wh... Well, what the fuck? I’m a robot? Was my memory real? Did I signed a waiver? Why does all this have anything to do with me?

[Your body is a robot. Your mind is from a human brain, taken from your body. You signed a waiver, but it’s because you are losing all use of legs and hands. It had nothing to do with you, you are just my mecha. Your service to us is how you pay back for the surgery. You also get some money on the side, but from bonuses or bounties.]

Bonuses? Bounties? So I am what, an army equipment? Whose army?

[Yeah. You’re a medium grade military equipment. We are the military arm of Court of Mother Zingiber, Grand Commandery of Lady Goddess Halya of Earth. We have branches in other planets. But in recent centuries, battles are mostly forged here.]

[That goo organism you see is one of our enemies. Just call them Oozes of Doom. As if we want to call them by their regal name, hah!]

So, what happens to me?

[You will be repaired of course. I always intended for you to know about this sooner or later. Having a human on our side helps us to blend in. We can mimic human behaviour, but we aren’t always successful.]

This is too much for me to take in now. You’re in charge I guess, Ikhlas. But can I ask one thing?

[What is it?]

I want to be conscious to see the repairs. I need to see for myself what I am.

[Okay.]

Ikhlas takes the body down to The Doctor. Walid sees the ginger root climb out of his abdomen. The Doctor sets up the machinery as they chat. The language isn’t like any on Earth, so Walid stopped bothering to listen.

The Doctor then starts checking Walid’s right hand. He massages the hand to find where to slice, and starts slicing. Soon Wires are pulled out, reattached, and returned into the body. The Doctor continues with repairing the rest of the bullet injuries. Finally, the damaged body tissue are removed and pastes of new body cells are placed on spots.

The operation as a whole is quite soothing. Walid doesn’t feel any pain, and The Doctor’s movements are as smooth as silk. Soon, Walid’s body is as good as new. Walid extends his right palm to Ikhlas and Ikhlas creeps on to the palm of his hand.

“So that’s how I got my muscular body.”

“These days. Even before the surgery, you’re rather muscular.”

Why I didn’t remembered that? But Walid remembers another thing.

“Why I didn’t feel pain during the firefight just now, but I felt pain from my fall yesterday?’

“Pain reception can be switched on and off. Usually when we take over the body from you, we shut off the pain reception so you won’t go mad from it.”

“Can you make it stay off?”

“No, we want to blend in, and includes you having to feel pain in normal life situations. Can I get into your body now?”

Walid shrugged. “Sure.”

The ginger root presses some buttons on a small key that he holds. Walid’s stomach split into two, and door hinges opento both sides. A small podium with a seat extends out. Walid places his palm before the podium and Ikhlas takes his seat. He presses a button, and the podium pulls back in and Walid’s stomach closes shut.

Walid can move his body again. “Hey, Ikhlas, you there?”

Yeah. Enjoy your bodily autonomy for now. We may be called for next mission later.

Walid sighs. Now he has two jobs, one a part-time back breaking work, and the other a part-time body-breaking work. At least this one has good healthcare benefits.

The team is escorted by The Doctor to a door. “Well, this is goodbye for now. I am always honoured to service you. Your pay will be sent to your accounts by this week. And here are the MCs you require should your bosses question you.”

Walid takes a piece of paper from The Doctor. An MC from... Yang Yang and Co. Clinic?

Walid fishes out his handphone from the pocket. Funny how it survived the carnage. Walid hails a Grab and lets the car carry him to his flat.

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Snow Sparkles Like Stars: Chapter 1 - Snowbound

Here it is, y’all!

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“Mom! Can you please stop talking for one fucking minute?! I can’t seeing a goddamn thing!” Kylo screamed at the rental car’s dashboard where his phone was mounted and switched to speakerphone. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes trying to see the road through the snow. All he could see was the glow of the car’s headlights against a wall of white.

“Language, Ben! And what do you mean you can’t see anything?” Leia sharply scolded.

Oh my fucking God, really? “Kylo, Mom. It’s Kylo now. And was I speaking fucking Chinese? Or some language you don’t know?” he snarled through gritted teeth. Did Leia speak Chinese? He couldn’t remember.

Leia heaved an exasperated sigh. “I gave birth to you, Benjamin, Solo, and I will call you by the name I gave you, not whatever pseudonym you picked for yourself. Is it snowing that hard there?”

“Jesus Christ! Yes, Mom! Check your damn weather app! Or the news!” Kylo shouted.

“Fine. Stop shouting!” Leia snapped. Kylo could hear her mumble something to Han on the other end, and he heard the muffled sound of the TV appear in the background. God, this trip was a mistake. Overcome the other day by an uncharacteristic wave of nostalgia, Kylo had agreed to travel to his parents’ home in Seattle for the holidays. There were no flights available out of Boston, several having already been cancelled due to a strange bout of severe weather in the Pacific Northwest area, so Kylo decided to rent a car and drive, hoping the storm would clear by the time he reached Washington. He was sincerely regretting his decision at the moment as innumerable fat flakes of streaking snow slammed into the car’s windshield creating a hypnotizing warp effect.

“Oh shit,” Leia muttered through the speakerphone.

“Yeah. ‘Oh shit,’” Kylo retorted.

“Honey, you gotta pull over. The whole area is like, red.”

“I’m trying to find somewhere to do that,” Kylo snarked.

“Don’t sass me, Ben. I mean it, you need to pull over right now. You can’t wait until you find a Motel 6 or something.”

“I’ll freeze, Mom.” Kylo rolled his eyes at Leia’s insistence. It shouldn’t be too hard to find an exit since he was still on the highway. Wait, is that a tree?! “SHIT FUCK!” Kylo screamed as he jerked the wheel to the right to avoid the grouping of trees that had suddenly appeared. The car swerved and careened off the road into a deep bank of snow, coming to a stop.

“BEN!” Leia hollered.

Kylo sat back in his seat, breathing heavily. There was nothing in front of him except white and darkness. When the fuck did I get off the highway?!

“I’m fine. I’m fine, Mom. Calm down.” He put the car in reverse and pressed his foot gently on the gas. He could hear the tires working and the engine revving, but the car didn’t move. He pushed the pedal harder. Nothing.

“Ben?”

Kylo banged his head on the steering wheel, realizing he was stuck in the snow bank. “I think I’m gonna be a few days late, Mom,” he grumbled.

“Where are-” Leia was cut off. Kylo grabbed the phone, poking and prodding it. It was useless. The battery had died.

“Well, shit,” Kylo mumbled to himself. He unbuckled his seat belt and pulled his long black wool coat from the back seat, tugging it on and slipping his phone in the pocket. He opened the glove compartment and grabbed the fitted black gloves he kept there. He took a look at the gas gauge and groaned. Almost empty. Just as panic was about to set in, he heard a crunching next to the car. It was faint underneath the wind, which was picking up speed. He heard a low whine and a snuffling sound, and he froze. Were there wolves out here?! He wasn’t goddamn Liam Neeson! A soft tap at the top of the driver’s side window caught his attention. Kylo looked up and saw the tip of a green mitten waving at him. He looked at both front doors, wondering how he was going to get out. The front of the car was more or less buried in the deep snow. The driver side back door also appeared to be buried, but the passenger side seemed manageable. Kylo killed the engine and crawled over the console. His large frame made it awkward and difficult in the small car, but he managed after a minute or two of grunting and cursing.

Grasping the handle, Kylo gave the door a shove and tumbled out into the deep snow. As he stood, the wind whipped around him, cold and harsh. The snow bit and stung, and Kylo held his gloved hands up to his ears, which were quickly starting to go numb. He jumped when a large black shape appeared in front of him. It was a massive wolf like dog with thick black fur, its head head down against the wind. Kylo stared at the dog, and the dog stared at Kylo, neither making a move.

“Fuck!” he cried when a mittened hand tapped his arm. Kylo turned and saw a figure bundled tightly in heavy winter gear apparently looking at him. Whoever it was was a good deal shorter, but that was all Kylo could tell. They wore a heavy snowsuit, the green mittens, a large bulky knit hat and scarf, and goggles. They tugged his arm and gestured to a spot off in the distance where Kylo could barely make out the warm glow of a light. He nodded to the figure, and they started for the glow. Kylo had to keep his head down against the blinding snow, so the figure held his arm with both hands, guiding him. The massive black dog led the way through the deepening snow, looking back every so often to make sure they still followed. Eventually, Kylo felt solid wood beneath his feet, and he looked up to see a solid front door of dark mahogany wood, a brightly lit porch light on either side. The dog was sitting beside the door, waiting patiently for its master. Now that he could see better, Kylo saw that the dog was indeed massive and wolf like. It stared at him with one bright blue eye with an almost human intelligence. Kylo blinked. Where the other eye was supposed to be was a jagged pink scar. It was half blind. The person with him was brushing the snow from their clothes, somewhat protected now by the sloped roof’s large overhang. They brushed the snow from Kylo’s back and shoulders as well. Kylo gave a stomp to rid the snow from his legs and feet, the other person following suit before they reached for the door handle.

A blast of pleasant warm dry air hit Kylo as the door swung open into a tiled laundry room. He followed the suited figure inside, the half blind dog bringing up the rear. The dog gave a shake and padded quickly out of the room. Kylo could hear several excited yelps and howls coming from a room nearby. He gave himself a similar shake, ridding himself of more snow and water while heavy boots thudded against the floor as they were kicked off and mittens and a balled up scarf flew past his eyes into a nearby sink. He stood frozen in place, not sure of the etiquette for this type of situation. He turned towards his rescuer, opening his mouth to thank them, but nothing came out. He watched long chestnut hair tumble from the hat and goggles and a slender form clad in thick wool socks, grey leggings, and an oversized Fair Isle knit turtleneck appear out of the heavy snow suit. His rescuer, a young woman apparently, turned and smiled kindly up at him, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth.

Kylo cleared his throat a few times before he was sure he could speak. “Umm, thanks for saving me,” he said, his voice scratchy. He shuffled his feet nervously, suddenly feeling very awkward in the small laundry room.

Her pretty pink lips stretched into a broad amused smile. “You’re just lucky my dogs noticed. You’d still be out there if they didn’t,” she replied with a laugh. Kylo cocked his head in surprise. She spoke with an English accent. Kylo understood now why people swooned over it. He watched her as she began to leave the room, appreciating the sway of her hips even under the sweater when she turned around sharply. Kylo blushed having been caught staring at her ass.

She raised a brow. “You can come in you know. My dogs don’t bite,” she said teasingly.

Yeah, but I do. Whoa, down boy! “Umm, thanks. Again. I promise I’m not an axe murderer or anything. Name’s Kylo Ren,” he said lightly as he divested himself of his heavy coat, shoes, and gloves.

His comment was greeted with a peal of bright laughter. “Rey Johnson, also not an axe murderer. And you’d be dead on the floor right now if you were.”

Umm, what? Yeah, the black dog was big, but not that big. Kylo laughed lightly in bemusement at the young woman’s joke, until he rounded the corner into the kitchen and realized she probably wasn’t joking. Fifteen eyes were staring at him, and he could feel every single one. He felt warm damp breath on his numb fingers, and he looked down into one bright blue eye. The black dog that had followed him inside was sitting next to him, and Kylo had to admire the beast. Seated, the top of the dog’s head came up to his hip, and Kylo tentatively stretched out a couple fingers for the dog to sniff.

There was a moment of silence before the cacophony started. It was a symphony of howls, yelps, and wails that built upon each other until the whole house was practically shaking with the noise. Rey held up her hands and made a hissing sound. The noises stopped almost immediately.

“This is Kylo,” she said sternly. “He’ll be staying here until the storm passes. Be nice.” She lowered her arms and seven large furry bodies rushed him, wet noses glistening and almond shaped amber eyes inquisitive. The black dog beside him gave a low rumble, and the others backed off a few inches and sat, tails swishing across the hickory floor.

“Whoa,” Kylo exclaimed, impressed.

“That’s Odin,” Rey explained. “He’s in charge. Well, technically, I’m in charge, but he’s in charge after me.”

Kylo gave Odin a tentative scratch behind the ears. Odin closed his eye and pressed closer to Kylo’s side.

“What kinds of dogs are these? And what are you? A dog breeder or something? Zookeeper?”

Rey laughed again and leaned against the black marble countertop. “Zookeeper is pretty accurate. They’re Alaskan Malamutes. I’m a part time musher and dog trainer.”

Rey rested her cheek in her hand and watched as the dogs approached Kylo one by one for sniffs and pets. “They’re all rescues, actually. Overzealous Game of Thrones fans wanting direwolves and getting an actual animal with a personality that requires training and not just an animated stuffed animal, that sort of thing.”

“Why does Odin look so different?” Kylo asked curiously as an all white Mal led a seal and white Mal up to him. The seal and white Mal had two milky colored eyes. It was totally blind. Kylo held his fingers out and watched as the white dog nudged the other one forward into Kylo’s hand.

“He’s a wolf hybrid. I rescued him from an asshole who bought him from some other asshole breeding illegal hybrids for I don’t even want to think about it. Guy shot Odin when authorities were called in,” Rey answered darkly.

Kylo hummed in sympathy as he stroked the blind dog’s head gently. People are monsters.

“That’s Heimdall. I found him wandering the side of the road. Mjolnir is the all white one. I call him MewMew.”

Kylo chuckled. “Are they all named after a member of the Norse pantheon?”

“Yes, actually. The agouti is Frigga. The red is Freya. The sable is Thor. The silver is Sif. The grey is Loki,” Rey stated, pointing at each dog in turn as she named it.

“Why’d you name them that way?”

Rey shrugged. “I’m not sure. I got Odin first, and the name just kind of came to me. Wanted to stick to the pattern I guess.” She got a crystal glass down from a cabinet. “Come on guys! Let the man in!” she commanded.

The dogs all reluctantly left Kylo’s side and scampered into the living room, allowing him to walk further into the kitchen. It was a well appointed space, warm wood and high end appliances. Delicate lights hung from long cords over a snack bar, casting a gentle glow. A Wolf stainless double oven range and a Sub-Zero stainless fridge shined bright, proudly on display. Rey followed her pack into the living room, Kylo following close behind. What he saw took his breath away. He wasn’t an architecture or design enthusiast, but he could appreciate the aesthetics all the same. A fire blazed in a large fireplace, casting its gentle warmth into a high ceilinged living space. The house was clearly an A-frame design, the ceiling coming to a clear point high above. Wooden beams spanned the arch. Kylo spied a spiral staircase in a shadowy corner that led up to a loft. Near the kitchen was a large bathroom and a closed door. Large panes of thick glass made up an entire wall overlooking what was probably a deck. Kylo could hardly make out the blizzard in the dark, but the snow was clearly piled high. Around the fireplace were two comfortable looking chairs with end tables and a large sectional covered in blankets. Several of the dogs assumed various positions on the couch, Freya, Sif, and Loki on the actual seat cushions and Thor and Mjolnir on the back cushions like cats. Kylo now saw the purpose of the several blankets. Heimdall was curled in the seat of one of the chairs, staring blindly into the fire. Frigga and Odin were resting together in front of the fireplace on a thick rug with a Southwest motif. A tumbler of amber colored liquid sat on a coaster on a glass topped table beneath a lit floor lamp. A knitting project sat on the seat of the other chair, needles and yarn waiting for nimble fingers to start back up. Rey was at the wall under the loft where a sideboard stood. A variety of crystal decanters stood on a tray beneath a spotlight.

“Can I get you something?” Rey called over her shoulder.

Kylo could only stare at her, unable to believe his luck at having landed in such a situation. A comfortable house, fluffy dogs, a pretty girl? What were the odds?

Rey turned and arched an eyebrow at him again. “To drink?” she continued when he didn’t answer.

“Uhh, yeah. Whiskey if you’ve got it.”

“You’ll have scotch,” she replied primly. As she strode towards him, Kylo surreptitiously admired her gait. She walked like a model. Graceful, practiced, controlled. When he reached out to take the glass from her, his fingers brushed hers lightly. Warmth and electricity shot up his arm, and he blinked in surprise. He almost dropped the glass when she gasped softly. She feels it too.

Rey cleared her throat and went to her chair, folding her legs beneath her and taking up her knitting, her fingers flying nimbly.

“Just shoo Heimdall. He won’t mind,” Rey urged.

Kylo felt bad about shooing a blind dog, so he simply sat on the floor in front of the chair. Heimdall raised his head and sniffed Kylo’s dark hair with gentle puffs. Kylo kept it longer than he probably should for an academic of his standing, but he liked it. He scratched Heimdall’s chin, the dog leaning in eagerly.

“Suit yourself,” Rey said with a shrug. They were quiet for a few minutes, and Kylo’s eyes drifted closed as he sipped his drink, the liquid a pleasant fire in his mouth, a warm balm for his chilled body. Rey’s knitting needles clicked and clacked as the fire crackled. The dogs chuffed and snored softly, their deep chests rising and falling with each breath. Heimdall continued to stare at the fire as if he could see it, allowing Kylo to rest his head back on the soft chair cushion. Damn, this is nice. Like something out of a painting.

Rey’s voice drifted over to Kylo, a gentle inquisitive murmur. “What do you do, Kylo?”

“Hmm?” Kylo hummed, lolling his head in Rey’s direction.

Rey laughed quietly. “What do you do for a living?”

“Oh. I teach myth and cosmology.” This scotch is really good.

“Really? Where at?”

“Harvard.”

Rey put down her knitting and leaned on the arm of her chair towards him. “What’s Boston like? Is Harvard really as impressive as it sounds?”

Kylo laughed lowly. People always asked him things like that when they found out where he taught. “Boston’s great. And short answer, no.”

Rey sighed and looked at the fire. “I bet you’re pretty popular with the students.”

Kylo laughed loudly at that. Several of the dogs raised their heads, but quickly dropped them back down. “What makes you say that?”

“Your voice,” Rey murmured distractedly, her chin in her hand and her eyes on the flames.

Kylo sat up straight. “What?”

“What?” Rey shook her head as if coming out of a daze.

“What did you just say?”

Rey blushed and slipped her feet out from under her, resting them on the ottoman in front of her chair. “Oh. Umm, your voice. You have a pleasant speaking voice,” she supplied at last.

Oh. He supposed it was true. Kylo had never really thought about his voice all that much. It was true, his classes were pretty popular, but he had always attributed that to the subject matter, not necessarily anything to do with him.

“If you teach at Harvard, what are you doing here?”

“My parents live in Seattle. I promised I’d visit for the holidays this year,” he muttered.

“That’s nice,” Rey replied cheerily.

Kylo scoffed. “Speaking of which, do you have a phone charger? I was on the phone with my mom when I crashed, and I should tell her I’m safe.”

“Oh that’s sweet!” Rey chirped as she handed him the small square device and cable. “There’s an outlet under the chair.”

“Hardly,” Kylo snorted. “She send out the National Guard if I don’t tell her I’m okay.”

Rey laughed until she saw that there was no lie in his statement. “Surely you’re joking.”

“Okay, not the National Guard, but maybe the Washington State Police.”

“Who is your mother?”

“Leia Organa.”

“THE SENATOR?!”

Kylo rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he replied exasperatedly. “Oh, where am I, by the way?”

“Umm, just outside Spokane,” Rey offered as Kylo dialed.

“Ben?! Ben is that you?!” Leia shrieked into the phone. Kylo had to hold the device away from his ear. Heimdall’s ears twitched.

“Yes, Mom,” he answered with a groan. “Just calling to tell you to call off the search. I’m fine.”

Leia sighed loudly. “Where are you?”

“Just outside Spokane. Hit a snowbank in someone’s yard and they were kind enough to offer me a place to keep warm,” Kylo said, looking at Rey.

“Someone? What kind of someone? Is it a girl?! Oh my God Ben please tell me it’s a single girl.”

“Okay. Bye, Mom. Hanging up now.”

“Don’t you dare! Ben! Tell me about the girl!”

Beep. Kylo flicked the switch on the side to silence the phone. Four text notifications popped up before Kylo flipped it facedown on the table. Kylo hoped she hadn’t heard too much of what his mother had said.

“Why does your mother call you Ben?”

“Shit, you heard that?”

“Your mother was...loud...on the phone.”

Kylo groaned. So much for that. Thanks, Leia. “Ben Solo is my birth name. I changed my name to Kylo Ren before I got my doctorate.” He braced for the exclamation he was sure was coming.

“So, let me get this straight. Your mother is SENATOR Leia Organa and your father is-”

“Yeeeees,” Kylo sighed. “My dad is Han Solo.”

To his surprise, no outburst was forthcoming. He glanced curiously at Rey, who was staring at him intently, almost with sympathy. Her eyes sparkled in the dancing flames, and she was smiling kindly. He might have a pleasant speaking voice, but her eyes were mesmerizing. She was staring at him as if she could read him like a book. Every childhood worry. Every pain. Every unmet expectation his parents placed on him or that he placed on himself. She stared like it was all written on his face.

“What?”

“That must have been a lot to live up to,” Rey whispered gently.

Kylo looked away, uncomfortable under her kind but scrutinous gaze. He looked over at the dogs on the couch. Freya, the wooly red and white Mal, was looking at him intently. Her expression was sweet and gentle, her honey colored eyes fixed on his dark brown ones. She turned her head and stared pointedly at a record player near the sideboard, then back at Kylo. He rose, with some difficulty, and meandered over to the player, perusing Rey’s records on the shelf nearby. She had an eclectic mix of some new stuff Kylo had no clue about, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, blues, folk, classical.

“Did I say you could put your big hands all over my record collection?” Rey teased from her chair.

“I’m stranded with my car stuck in the snow, on the way to a very unpleasant holiday with my parents. I’ll put my big hands on whatever I like,” Kylo retorted.

Rey was quiet. Kylo looked over at Rey, who was staring at him, her lips slightly parted and cheeks bright red. Kylo realized then exactly what had come out of his mouth.

Oh shit. “Umm, joking. That was a joke,” he reassured her.

Rey looked away, the corners of her mouth slightly downturned. Was she...pouting? “Right, of course,” she mumbled under her breath, but Kylo still heard her.

Kylo was starting to think maybe being stranded and snowbound for a few days wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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