#Domain flipping guide

[lakshinandeibam]

The Beginner's Guide to Domain Flipping: How to Profit from Digital Real Estate

In the vast online business world, domain flipping has emerged as one of the most lucrative yet often overlooked opportunities. It’s like real estate, but instead of buying and selling physical properties, you’re dealing with virtual real estate—domain names. If you’ve ever thought of turning a profit by buying and selling domain names, this guide will walk you through everything you need to know, from understanding the basics to learning how to get started.

What is Domain Flipping?

Domain flipping refers to purchasing domain names at a low price and selling them at a higher price. The goal is simple: buy low and sell high. Like flipping houses or cars, the value of the domain you buy is determined by demand, scarcity, and trends. Some domain names are more valuable than others because they are short, catchy, or tied to a booming industry.

In today’s digital-first world, a good domain name is like beachfront property. Brands are constantly looking for the perfect name that represents their business and appeals to their audience, making domain flipping a potentially profitable endeavor if you know what you're doing.

How Does Domain Flipping Work?

The process of domain flipping involves several steps:

Research and Purchase: You start by identifying valuable domain names that are either available at a low cost or could be bought cheaply from current owners. Tools like GoDaddy, Namecheap, and Sedo provide platforms where you can purchase domain names.

Hold or Improve: Once you have a domain, you can either flip it quickly for a fast return or hold onto it for a while in hopes of its value increasing. Some flippers also choose to "improve" a domain by adding basic websites or increasing its traffic, which can make it more appealing to buyers.

Sell: When you're ready, list the domain on marketplaces such as Flippa, Sedo, or eBay. You can either set a fixed price or let buyers compete in an auction format, driving up the sale price.

Why is Domain Flipping Profitable?

Domain flipping can be highly profitable due to the relatively low initial investment compared to the potential returns. Domain names can be bought for as little as $10, and some have been sold for millions of dollars. For example, the domain "Voice.com" was sold for a staggering $30 million in 2019. While not every sale will be this high, it's not uncommon for domain names to sell for hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

Several factors contribute to a domain’s value:

Length and Simplicity: Short domains are easier to remember and type, which makes them more valuable.

Keywords: Domains containing popular keywords or phrases related to trending industries can command a higher price.

Brandability: Catchy and memorable names that can easily be turned into a brand are often in high demand.

Domain Extension: Domains ending in .com are typically more valuable than other extensions like .net or .org.

How to Start Domain Flipping

1. Pick a Niche

Like any business, domain flipping works best when you specialize. Picking a niche allows you to focus on industries you understand and target domain names that are likely to be in demand. For instance, if you know a lot about technology, you might focus on tech-related domains. The more knowledge you have about a specific industry, the better equipped you are to spot valuable domain names.

2. Research, Research, Research

Before purchasing any domain, always do thorough research. Use tools like Google Trends to identify rising search terms, check the availability of similar domain names, and look at recent domain sales in your niche. The more data you have, the better your decision-making will be.

Keep in mind that domain flipping is competitive, and there are millions of domain names registered daily. Your success depends on being ahead of the curve and spotting valuable opportunities before others do.

3. Buy Low, Sell High

The mantra of domain flipping is to buy low and sell high. Start by registering domains that are either undervalued or likely to become valuable shortly. You can also explore expired domains, which are domains that previous owners let expire and can sometimes be bought at a discount.

As you gain experience, you might also consider buying domains from existing owners. This requires negotiation skills but can pay off if you can buy a domain at a lower price than its market value.

4. List Your Domains

Once you’ve purchased a domain, it’s time to sell. There are many domain marketplaces to choose from, including:

Flippa: One of the most popular platforms for buying and selling domains and websites.

Sedo: A global domain marketplace with a wide range of listings.

GoDaddy Auctions: A well-known auction site for domain names.

You can either set a fixed price or let buyers compete in an auction. Listing your domain on multiple marketplaces can increase your chances of finding a buyer.

Is Domain Flipping Right for You?

While domain flipping can be highly profitable, it's not without risks. Not every domain will sell, and it can take time to see a return on your investment. Additionally, competition in the domain market is fierce, so you'll need to be strategic and persistent.

That said if you're willing to invest the time and effort, domain flipping can be a rewarding way to make money online. It’s a low-cost, high-reward business model that can be done from anywhere, making it an attractive option for entrepreneurs, digital nomads, or anyone looking to generate passive income.

[bhawaybhalla]

Top 10 Tips for Successful Domain Investing: How to Make Money and Build a Business

Top 10 Tips for Successful Domain Investing: How to Make Money and Build a Business

1. Introduction to Domain Investing In the digital age, domain investing has become a lucrative business opportunity. This blog will explore how to make money through domain investing, the steps to get started, and the strategies to maximize your profits. What is Domain Investing? Domain investing involves buying domain names (web addresses) to sell them at a higher price. It’s similar to real…

[softlypossessive]

Hello! May I request a Hawks x reader fic where the reader teaches him how to cook their favorite dish? The dish can be whatever you like!

A Recipe for Trouble (and Something Like Love)

♡ Characters: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x gn!Reader ♡ Warnings: Domestic fluff, playful banter, shirtless Hawks in an apron, food-themed innuendo, emotional vulnerability, light kisses, mild spice (heh badum tsss ), love as comfort food ♡ WC: ~1.8k ♡ Notes: Thank you for the adorable request! I meant to write a quick fluffy moment and somehow ended up in my feelings over tomato stew and apron Hawks. This was so fun to write—Keigo is chaos in the kitchen but he means so well. Hope you enjoy this messy lil love letter disguised as a cooking lesson!

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The kitchen was a warzone of domesticity, a cramped little corner of your apartment bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon sun streaming through the window above the sink. 

Dishes were piled haphazardly in the sink, a testament to the chaos Keigo Takami — better known as Hawks — had unleashed in his valiant attempt to conquer your childhood recipe. 

The air was thick with the scent of sautéed garlic, simmering tomatoes, and a faint whiff of charred onion, a casualty of his earlier bravado. 

Keigo stood there like he’d been born to rule this domain, though the evidence suggested otherwise. Your second-favorite apron — the one with cartoon chickens dancing across a faded yellow background — hung crookedly around his lean waist, the strings knotted in a messy bow that barely held it in place.

No shirt, of course — why would Hawks, the Number Two Hero, bother with something as mundane as a shirt when he could flaunt the sculpted lines of his torso, all sharp edges and golden skin kissed by the sun? The beautiful bastard.

His blonde hair was a tousled disaster, sticking up in wild tufts as if he’d just flown through a storm, and those amber eyes of his — sharp as a predator’s — were locked on the onions he was brutalizing with a kitchen knife. 

The blade flashed in his hand, wielded with the same reckless confidence he brought to every fight, though here it was woefully misplaced. 

A single bulb hung overhead, its light catching on the chipped paint of the cabinets, giving the whole scene a lived-in, cozy charm that felt distinctly yours. 

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a grin tugging at your lips as a chunk of onion launched itself across the room, skittering under the fridge like a fugitive. 

“Are you… fighting those onions?” you asked, watching him hack away.

“I’m chopping them with style,” he shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation, though his technique was anything but stylish. 

Another piece flew, bouncing off the wall with a soft thwack.

“Totally intentional.” 

You sighed, the sound exaggerated for effect, and pushed off the counter. 

“Keigo. You’re holding the knife wrong. You’re supposed to curl your fingers, not — baby, you’re gonna lose a thumb.” 

He paused mid-slice, tilting his head to fix you with a lopsided smirk, the kind that made your heart do stupid little flips despite yourself. 

“I have like three knives in my belt at all times, and you’re worried about this one?”

“I like your thumbs,” you muttered, closing the distance between you. 

Your hands brushed his as you reached for the knife, guiding his fingers into a safer grip — curling them under, away from the blade’s path. His skin was warm, calloused from years of hero work, and the contact sent a quiet thrill up your spine. 

He went still under your touch, his smirk softening into something quieter, more real. 

“You’re really good at this,” he said, his voice low, his eyes tracing the curve of your jaw, the way your hair fell into your face, instead of the cutting board.

You scoffed, trying to play it off, though your cheeks warmed. 

“Chopping vegetables? It’s not that impressive.”

“No,” he murmured, his tone deepening, “letting someone in like this.” 

Your breath caught, snagging in your throat like a thread pulled too tight. 

This whole thing — the dish, the cooking lesson — was just a whim, a half-joking offer to share a piece of your past: a stew your mom used to make, rich with tomatoes and herbs, the kind of comfort that lingered in your memory like a soft blanket. 

You’d laughed when you suggested teaching him, picturing the great Hawks fumbling with a spatula. 

But now, with him standing barefoot in your kitchen, looking at you like the peeling linoleum and the hiss of the stove was some kind of sacred ground, it hit you harder than you’d braced for.

“I just wanted to share something with you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper, your fingers still lingering on his. “Something that makes me feel at home.” 

Keigo’s grin softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re my home.” 

The words landed like a punch, stealing the air from the room, leaving only the sizzle of the pan behind him and the wild thud of your heartbeat hammering against your ribs. 

You stared at him, caught off guard by how easily he said it, how sure he sounded.

You cleared your throat, nudging him with your elbow to break the tension before it swallowed you whole. 

“Alright, Mr. Sentimental. Get back to work. Stir that before it burns.” 

“Yes, chef,” he quipped, snapping into a dramatic salute with the spatula, the motion so over-the-top you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

He turned back to the stove, stirring the sauce with exaggerated care, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration. 

It was absurd — Hawks, the fastest man alive, treating a pot of stew like it was a life-or-death mission. His wings, tucked tight against his back, twitched every now and then, a few stray feathers fluttering to the floor, catching the light like tiny embers.

The kitchen wasn’t big — barely enough room for two people to move without bumping into each other — but it felt alive with him in it. 

The counter was a mess of spilled spices and vegetable scraps, a cutting board stained with onion juice, and a jar of dried basil you’d knocked over in your haste to save the garlic from his earlier assault. 

He’d insisted on helping, shrugging off your protests with a lazy “I’ve got this, babe,” even as he’d promptly set a dish towel on fire trying to light the stove. 

You’d laughed until your sides hurt, swatting him with the singed fabric while he grinned like a kid caught sneaking cookies. 

Now, the chaos had settled into something softer. The stew was coming together — slightly lumpy, the tomatoes a little unevenly chopped, but fragrant and warm, filling the room with a scent that tugged at your heartstrings as he hummed a tune you vaguely recognized from one of his patrols, something he’d picked up from a street musician downtown.

When it was done, he plated it with a flourish, the bowls mismatched and chipped from years of use, the stew sloshing a little over the edges. 

“Ta-da,” he announced, holding one out to you like it was a prize. “Michelin-star worthy, if I do say so myself.” 

You snorted, taking the bowl.

“You’re delusional.” 

“Delusionally talented,” he corrected, hopping up to sit on the counter beside you. 

You followed suit, your legs swinging in tandem, the cool edge of the counter pressing into your thighs. 

He hummed around the first taste, eyes fluttering shut for a second. 

“Damn. That’s good.”

“You made it,” you said, nudging his knee with yours. 

“We made it,” he corrected again, tapping his fork against yours with a soft clink. 

The stew was rich, a little salty from his heavy hand with the seasoning, but it hit all the right notes — warmth spreading through your chest, a taste of nostalgia wrapped in something new. 

You smiled, softer than you meant to, and he caught it, leaning in just enough that your knees bumped again. 

“Can I confess something?” he asked, his voice dipping into that playful, flirty tone that always made your pulse skip.

“Is it about the onions?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. 

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through the space between you. “No. It’s about you.” 

You tilted your head, waiting, your fork hovering mid-air. 

He looked at the plate, then back at you, his gaze steady and unguarded. 

“I’ve done a lot of reckless things — flying into burning buildings, picking fights with villains twice my size. But learning to cook for you? Might just be the scariest. And the best.”

You froze, the fork slipping slightly in your grip.

His words hung there, simple but heavy, and before you could second-guess yourself, you grabbed the front of that ridiculous chicken apron, yanked him close, and kissed him.

It was messy and perfect — his lips tasting of garlic and tomato, a hint of the stew still lingering, warm and familiar like the dish you’d just made together. 

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer across the counter as you melted into him, his kiss carrying a hunger that belied his easy grin, a quiet intensity that made your head spin. 

When you pulled back, he was flushed, cheeks pink, eyes dazed and bright. 

He rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard, and whispered, “I burned the onions on purpose.” 

“You liar,” you laughed, the sound bubbling up despite the heat still coursing through you.

“I’d burn a hundred onions if it gets me another kiss,” he said, his grin widening, all teeth and charm. 

You kissed him again, deeper this time, your hands sliding up to tangle in his messy hair, tugging gently at the strands. 

He groaned softly into your mouth, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, and the fork clattered to the counter, forgotten as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. 

The kitchen faded away — the mess, the smells, the hum of the city outside — until it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other, the taste of home on your lips. 

His wings flexed behind him, brushing the cabinets with a soft rustle, and you felt the tickle of a feather against your arm, a reminder of who he was — wild, untamed, but here, with you, soft in a way he didn’t show the world.

“Keigo,” you murmured against his lips, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. “You’re a terrible cook.” 

He laughed, the sound bright and unguarded, his nose brushing yours. 

“Yeah, but I’ve got other skills, babe. Wanna see?” 

You swatted his chest, but he caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

“I mean it, though,” he said, softer now. “This — cooking with you, being here — it’s better than any mission. You’re better.” 

Your heart squeezed, and you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, his bare skin warm under your cheek. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you whispered, and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, holding you close as the sun dipped lower outside, painting the room in shades of orange and pink.

The stew sat cooling in its bowls, but neither of you cared. 

Later, you’d drag him to the couch, curl up under a blanket, and argue over what movie to watch — him pushing for action, you vetoing anything with explosions — but for now, you stayed there, perched on the counter, legs tangled, sharing a bowl of slightly burnt stew and a love that felt like it could outshine even the brightest hero’s spotlight. 

With Keigo, it was always like this — messy, unexpected, and so damn sweet you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

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[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Twelve (R2) 2 of 2

@paracosmic-sims, @perolesims, @eljeebee, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims, @matchalovertrait - Sim creators and co-writers

Results based on charisma skill level

Isabella (2.51)

Nyami (2.54)

Quetzalli (2.86)

Isla (3.36)

Hana (3.43)

Apolline (8.46) - Winner

Nyami: *throws a Nyami version of sultry look over her shoulder - in a playful sexy tone * I'm ready for my close up

The trio settle down on the couch.

Quetzalli: Dang, maybe I should've gone all out and started swimming. I had to make the judge BELIEVE I was an axolotl. Next time, next time.

Isabella: *sighs* It was fun anyway!

Nyami: You still angry Belle?

Isabella: I could distract myself while we were dressing up

Quetzalli: Oh we should use the date time to play with the instruments upstairs, you'd like that

Isabella: Maybe...

Isla: I'm disappointed I didn't win, but... that's ok. This dress-up challenge is something I would have loved to do as a kid and I'm so happy that I got to do it now as an adult!

Hana: I can’t believe I got second! Are you sure? Like, just look at all the other contestants, this is… TOO MUCH!

Isla: You looked gorgeous, I almost didn't recognise you

Hana: *laughing* You wouldn't recognise kid photos of me then

Isla: Your parents made you dress a certain way?

Hana: Got it in one

Apolline: *Flips hair* I'm not bragging. I'm not. But really, winning was a must. I was not going to be outdone on my own domain. Time for people to stop *thinking* I'm pretty and start *being sure* I am

Yep, her charisma level was that high! The next highest after her 8.46 is Sarah on 4.30...

Today Apolline has chosen to head to the cafe for her date.

Deanna: Your outfit for the challenge... it blew me away

Apolline: *smiles like a Cheshire cat* Merci. I knew you would like it

Deanna: *blushes* Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Apolline: *Looking pensive* Well, I know I'm lucky in a lot of areas... I was born rich, I'm conventionally pretty, I have a good relationship with my family. So, overall... I'd say so?

Still, she sighs and looks away, seemingly lost in thought for a while.

Deanna: I'm sorry, I hope I've not upset you

Apolline: No! I... I suppose being born with a... - How do you say, silver spoon? - can sometimes make tiny unlucky moments feel a lot bigger.

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Apolline: I'm not sure. The thought is... Daunting. It takes blame away from us, certainly, to be predetermined, and that itself is a mercy, but... Wouldn't that also mean we are powerless to change by our own volitions? Destined to stay in our roles, no matter our own opinion of it?

Deanna: You mean... destiny can be kind and cruel?

Apolline: *sips coffee*... I find the concept rather sad. Tragedies only ever work because the audience knows the characters would never choose differently

Deanna: Well now I have to find a way to cheer you up. I'm determined you'll be smiling again before the date is done

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Apolline: Tartosa is charming. I wouldn't mind staying around *she smiles*

Deanna: It's grown on me to

Apolline: I supposed it really has a way of stealing hearts.

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Apolline: I don't think it would matter much where we end up, I suppose. Settling here, or in Champs, or anywhere else... My only real ties to home as of now are my family, and I can always visit whenever

Deanna: I would love to visit there one day. Are you any good as a guide?

Apolline: *smiles* I will show you all my favourite places

When everyone is back at the villa it's time to work on their skills. While some challenges are more up to luck, there are some that are influenced a lot by skill. This is the last chance they have to study before the group day challenge, and the next round if they advance.

Again logic is a popular choice, Quetzalli and Hana picking it to study. Apolline picks charisma again! Does she need to? She thinks so (she comes close to maxing the skill). Isabella and Isla who adorably picked all the same options for their skill time this round focus on comedy. Nyami takes a chance and spends time with the nectar maker. She's very glad the apples don't appear to stain her outfit.

Devin: Last day before group challenge, how are you feeling?

Deanna: Excited, but also nervous because that means we're getting closer to me having to make more cuts

Devin: How was your date with Apolline then?

Deanna: Pretty good. I know she can seem rather bratty but I'm getting the feeling a lot of it is bravado. I'm feeling closer to her even if it wasn't quite a gold date

Devin: But it was close?

Deanna: Very close

As it's the groups last day together before the group challenge, final dates, and commencement ceremony, we again head to the spa. Reece (Deanna's best friend) welcomes everyone and escorts them to the meditation area in the back garden. There he leads a guided meditation

Reece: Close your eyes and become aware of your breathing... picture a place that makes you feel calm. It might be the beach, the woods, behind a beloved screen or in front of one...

Reece: Repeat to yourself after me... I am proud of my past self for persevering 

When everyone finishes the guided meditation they stand and stretch. Hana and Isla hug which shocks Quetzalli. What is going on with everyone and their PDA today? How is an unflirty sim meant to pretend they aren't horrified?

After yoga it's time for dinner, grilled by Deanna herself. The group moves to the picnic area.

Apolline: This looks nice

Deanna: Bon Appetit

Isabella: I hope the dip isn't too spicy

Nyami: Same here. We don't have lots of spicy food at home

Isla: I am interested in wellness, it's meant to be good for mood control

Reece: Mindfulness is a useful skill to have

Quetzalli: I need mindfulness with some of the fans I have

Hana: Yeah I could have used some when I was stuck with my parents

Oop, some fire ants have spawned, nobody tell - oh there Apolline goes running away from them anyway.

When the food is finished the group get to experience the main reason for the spa trip - a chance to relax and let go of stress or tension from the competition.

Everyone gets a face mask! Some get massages, some steam in the spa and other relax in the massage chairs. Autonomy is set to full and Deanna always starts in the massage chairs, since those relaxing in the spa normally start chatting pretty quickly.

It's a small Connor group reunion in the sauna as Isabella, Isla and Nyami all enjoy the steam. As Apolline, Hana and Quetzalli finish in the massage chairs they drift into the steam.

Apolline: Your hair looks pretty like that Hana

Another display of affection? This really is not helping Quetzalli relax.

Hana: Thanks! How long did those braids take? Can't have been quick

Isla: I find it easier to relax with my hair out

Isabella: Me to.What about you Nyami? Nyami?

But Nyami has left the sauna. Outside she found Deanna who seemed to want to give her a mistletoe kiss. That makes another kiss on the books! Afterwards Nyami caresses her face, cuties.

PSA: So the plan is between rounds get the first kisses done off screen since they are not autonomous. This should unlock kissing options for contestants to choose next round, and we'll treat the first on screen kiss with contestants as their first kiss with Deanna. I didn't want to do this part way through a round as I thought sims who have dates later in the round could have an unfair advantage if they are able to queue up kisses on their dates while earlier contestants couldn't.

Someone who does not find it cute is Apolline. Upon leaving the sauna and seeing what those two are up to she interrupts to kiss Deanna on the cheek. Then she leaves to sit down, she can't have anyone thinking she's desperate after all, no carrying on the conversation for her. Hana watches her friend amused while she gets to know Isla and Quetzalli better.

[elizabethemerald]

The Meeting

The Beginning of the New Pantheon: Part 3

Masterpost

“What do you mean, what?” Cassie demanded. “Do you know about Olympus and the Hellenic gods?” 

“Yes, we know about the Greek gods!” Sam snapped. “We’re not stupid you know!” 

“I’m just asking!” Cassie put her hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t certain if I had actually stumbled into an alternate dimension where instead of Olympians the domains were managed by sentient mayonnaise and the oceans were filled with shredded cheese.” 

Her statement knocked both of them onto their back foot in a way that announcing she was on a mission from Zeus didn’t. Maybe they were used to higher powers reaching out with missions? 

“Has that actually happened?” Tucker asked. 

Cassie took a moment to think about all of the weird alternate realities she and Young Justice had gone through. 

“Uh… not exactly, but pretty close sometimes.” Cassie said. She pulled out her JL comm “Anyways! I’m going to call for backup. I can explain more once they are on the way.” 

“You probably won’t get very much range on that thing.” Tucker said, looking at her comm. 

“Wha…t?” She looked down at her comm in confusion. 

The top of the line Wayne Tech communication device that Red Robin had personally modded and improved even beyond the rest of the League’s equipment was now a generic two way radio. Like something fresh from the box at Radio Shack, from back when Radio Shack still existed and was popular. Her confusion changed to mounting horror as she pulled out the palm computer that was capable of hacking into the pentagon and instead revealed a flip phone capable of playing snake (maybe). 

“Ok, while not an alternate universe full of mayonnaise, Amity Park is still apparently trapped backwards in time, and all technology is forced to match. Cool. Cool. That might make calling for help a little difficult.” 

Sam looked sympathetic as Cassie tried to contain her freak out. Tucker looked curious at the thought of whatever advanced technology that might be available outside the city. Cassie took a deep breath and steadied herself. 

“I’ll go for help personally as soon as I can, but in the meantime, I’m here now. If you two or Phantom need any help, I’ll do whatever I can.” Cassie declared, her voice once more steady and sure. 

“How do you know Phantom?” Sam demanded. 

Before Cassie could respond or explain, a wailing claxon sounded, the loudspeakers screaming a warning of some kind. Both Sam and Tucker tensed and Cassie prepared for a fight, whatever was coming, she would be here to help. 

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Donna gave a small sigh of relief as she touched down just outside Titans Tower. Nightwing was there to greet her, and it was clear that the rest of those she had asked for were already here. She led the way to the Tower’s war room. By the time she had settled at the head, the rest of the table was full. Not everyone present would be part of the New Pantheon, but she knew those who would be needed the support from the rest. 

“Thank you all for meeting me so quickly.” Donna started. “Diana, Cassie and myself have just returned after being summoned to Mount Olympus by Zeus himself.” 

Everyone in the room sat forward, laser focused on her. She had to take a steadying breath. Sure, Zeus had named her the next Queen of Olympus, and it would be her duty to guide and lead the New Pantheon, but she was not alone. She had friends here, allies, some who would share the responsibilities, some who would willingly follow her orders. They could take the domains of the gods and make something better of them, for the whole planet. 

“They gave us dire news, and a mission, a larger mission than any we have faced before.” She watched as the others tensed, ready to spring into action, so she raised her hands a little. “The Earth is not currently in any danger. The threat that they foresee will come in decades, not days.” The room relaxed, the air feeling breathable once more. “Since we have been given the time to prepare, we can prevent what they predicted from impacting the denizens of Earth.” 

“Well then, what is this threat, so that we may vanquish?” Damian demanded, his hand tightly grasping a weapon, his chest puffed out so he could make up for his short stature. Donna carefully hid, her grin, he would not appreciate being taken less seriously. 

“The Gods of Olympus are dying.” Donna said, then she continued on to explain what she, Diana and Cassie had been told. 

“I’m not certain I trust when they say that there is nothing that can be done.” Red Robin said, leaning forward while he thought. “We’ve faced impossible and improbable before and succeeded.” 

“That’s true, but in the meantime, we should consider the option that has been provided, successors to the gods chosen from among our numbers.” Donna said, she knew no matter what she said that there would be some of them who would try and find an alternative, she wasn’t certain there was one, Greeks in general and the Olympians in particular weren’t known for giving up without a fight, at least as long as they had any other option. 

“Who was chosen to be a successor?” Impulse asked, then zipped around to the other side of the table, an armful of snacks appearing in his arms. 

“I was chosen by Zeus to be his successor and the next Queen of Olympus.” Donna said. 

She had mentally braced herself for disparaging remarks or someone contesting her potential rule, instead she was surprised by the outpouring of support from her companions. Everyone seemed to feel that Zeus had chosen well and that she deserved her future role. 

“You definitely should be Queen, but I’m kind of surprised Cassie didn’t end up as Zeus’ successor considering the whole lightning lasso thing she’s got going on.” Kon said. 

“Cassie was chosen by Ares to be his successor.” 

Donna could see the other three members of Young Justice scowl at the God of War’s involvement, except Dick quickly snapped his fingers at them. 

“Hey let’s keep our diplomatic faces on for the time being. I’m sure some of us aren’t happy with some of these decisions, but the last thing we want is for this to devolve into an unnecessary conflict with the Olympians.”

She smiled at him, glad for his support. The Olympians ruled through a monarchy, and the League teams knew they needed a single leader during a crisis, but maybe this New Pantheon could rule with something more egalitarian. 

“And speaking of our Boy Wonder, Nightwing, you were chosen by Apollo to be his successor. The League’s Sunshine boy will be our God of Light.” Donna announced with a smile, but when she met Dick’s eyes she knew he could see more truth in her words. Apollo was not just a god of light, he was also a God of Truth, which made perfect sense for a detective like Dick. Plus there were few who could equal Apollo’s wrath when scorned. 

“Wait, does that mean he’s your kid?” The younger Superboy, Jon asked. 

“We are not literally becoming the gods, we are taking their place.” Donna said quickly before anyone could get any weird ideas. “So no one needs to marry their sibling, no one needs to eat their children, and I will not be leaving a bunch of demi-god bastards all over the planet.”

“If Cassie was chosen by Ares, where is she?” Impulse asked. “Did he already make her a god and we missed it?” 

“No. The Olympians agreed not to elevate anyone until all of their chosen successors were together. Cassie went to make contact with a group of heroes who were not in the League database.” Donna watched as Red Robin frowned and started to type on his wrist computer. “According to Cassie they weren’t even on the super secret Young Justice only database that the rest of us are supposed to pretend we don’t know about.” 

His frown grew more pronounced and Dick smiled and reached over and ruffled his hair. 

“So who are these heroes we’ve apparently never heard of, but have caught the attention of the Olympians?” Dick asked, half to take the attention off Tim and half out of genuine curiosity. 

“None of them have names I recognize, half of them don’t even have hero names, just regular civilian names.” Donna replied as she pulled out her copy of the list. She had less information on the new heroes as reaching out to them wasn’t her responsibility.

“Maybe it's something like Constantine?” Stephanie asked. “He’s always just known by his full name, even though his enemies call him the Hellblazer.” 

“They could also face magical threats of some kind.” Raven said, her hair floating a little and the shadow under her writhing for a moment. “Demonic incursions are usually handled without the input or knowledge of the rest of the League.”

Donna bit her lip. As a demi-god, Cassie was one of the better members of the younger heroes to face a magical threat, but it was very possible for her to get in over her head. She would trust the younger girl, but if she didn’t report back by the time the rest of Young Justice and the Teen Titans were informed and gotten over their respective fits about it, she would have to go herself to ensure that Cassie was safe. 

Though how much trouble could she really get into in the middle of the country?

[babygirl-riley]

Office Times

You were bored after finishing your paperwork from the last mission. So you paid a visit to your boyfriend to relieve some “paperwork” for him.

Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

A/N: I saw a post by @adaelines asking for someone to do a story about cockwarming paperwork scenario with our boi Ghost. Here is a poll to either make this into a series or another one. So go vote!

Warnings: SMUT, cockwarming, dominate!simon, domainate!ghost, piv, mask kink, voice kink, choking kink, rough sex,, pinning, swearing

simon x reader guide

Ghostly Ruins series

Next

You signed the last part of paperwork that was stack on your desk. Making sure everything was correct and read to be turned in to the Captain tomorrow. The mission was easy, capture and take, grab the target take them back to base and interrogate. Both checked and checked, now was the paperwork part of it, which you hated.

However, your boyfriend Ghost, made a deal that once you both finished that there would be some gift for you. Which drove you to it quick, you knew what that meant, you knew exactly what it meant. Usually it would mean basically non stop of sex. With missions like this one, there is pent up emotions and stress that both of you let go of.

So now you were here, sitting in his lap, your pants and panties thrown across the room, his cock inside you. You got him hard by sucking his cock under the desk, as Soap talked to him about next steps. When he left he glared at you before pulling you up and ripping your clothes off. When you would move, he would grip your hips stilling you. Grunting before continuing his paperwork. You whined wanting more movement. More everything. “Sim…”

He gripped you throat still having his other hand on your hip. “You have to stay still, punishing you isn’t what I was intending tonight,” he whispered squeezing a bit more. “Sit pretty and let me finish.”

You nodded hastily and felt his hand leave your throat as you heard scribbling. “I could have you finish in other ways.” You whispered nipping his clothed ear.

He growled. Growled. Shifting his hips making you whine and grin from the movement. “I’m givin you one more warning before that pretty cunt will be pounded.” He hissed passing one of the sheets of paper to the other pile.

You moaned from irritation, you seriously were desperate to get some sort of friction. You stared over your shoulder to see the last part of paperwork. Your pulse jumped, feeling the excitement, your pussy fluttering. Simon moaned loudly. “Fucking hell baby,” Right when he was done putting the paper to the side. He picked you up from your ass to place you on the desk. He slid his cock out to slam into you. “Such a needy minx.”

You gasped at the sudden thrusts he was doing. Slamming harder and harder, making the desk squeak a bit. “I…I needed…ugh.” You stuttered gripping his tattooed arm. It was all too much finally getting what you been wanting.

Simon chuckled as he slammed harder and his pace becoming faster. “Fucking can’t talk huh? Been…fuck…been wanting my fat cock.”

You nodded your head gasping for air, repeating his name. He gripped your throat and leaned down towards your face. “Open love,” You opened your mouth as you watched him pull his mask up to slowly spit into your mouth. You could taste the cigarette he had not too long ago, mixed with the coffee. You moaned as you swallowed. “Fuck y/n.” He moved his hips into you before pulling out and flipping you over.

You giggled as he slapped your ass a couple of times. You wiggled your hips to taunt him. Simon growled before slapping again. “Ya gonna be the fucking death of me lovie.”

Before you could say anything he shoved his cock right back in. You gasped as you gripped the end of the desk. You gasped dipping your head down to the desk. “F-Fuck.” You mumbled feeling his cock mold into your tight pussy.

Simon grunted gripping you hips more, for sure going to have marks. He was still for a moment before slowly backing his hips to slam right into you. You whined as he repeated the process, he let out short grunts. “Not listening lovie-mph-gives you slower place yeah?” He mumbled continuing to do the agonizing slow pace.

You nodded you head. “Please Simon.” You begged panting want more, you wanted him to fuck you so hard that you couldn’t walk. “‘M sorry.” You babbled at that point trying to slam you ass into his pelvis so you could get more.

Simon chuckled reaching down to grab your neck, pulling you up to his chest. “Yeah? You’re sorry?”

You looked behind your shoulder staring at him in his brown eyes. They were bearing into yours, full of lust. You pussy clenched seeing his 5 o clock shadow, his lips parted. His mask only up to his nose. “Yes please pleasepleaseplease baby I need…”

Simon’s hand gripped tighter, as your eyes rolled and your pussy clenched around him. He moaned behind you as he licked your neck and biting it. He stopped his movements. “‘ight since you begged so nicely.”

Next thing you knew it he pins your arms behind you back and pushes you back into the desk. Setting a brutal pace, you could hear the desk being scrapped a bit on the floor. You moaned as the pain from your arms started to have that lovely dull. Simon kissed your back as he kept going. “My love…fuck begging for my cock…Ah that’s right let everyone hear who you belong to.” he whispers against your ear, taking a nip at it.

The sounds that came from your pussy and his cock was beautiful noise. Both of your juices mixing together as you both chased your highs. You starting to pant more and the groans became louder. “I’m-Fuck I’m close.” You moaned.

His fingers went to your clit, letting go of your arms. “I’m close as well lovie. Cum all over me.” He grunted, picking up more of the pace.

You could see stars, you swore that your soul left your body as the band snapped within you. You pussy convulsing around his cock, making him whimper. “Fuck…Fuckfuckfuck.” He moaned loudly before pushing his cock all the way in.

You felt his cum paint your walls. You sighed feeling both yours and his drip down your thighs. He laid against your back, kissing your shoulder blades until his cock was soft. You both hissed as he pulled out putting his pants back on.

You stayed there for a moment before standing up, you could feel your muscles sore already. Grabbing your clothes Simon gently grabbed your wrist. “Sit lovie, I’ll take care of ya.”

[deepdisireslonging]

Sundress Season

Caught at the Buck’s summer party, Ricky has been distracted all day by the Reader’s apparel. She drags him away for a bit of fun.

Pairing: Ricky Starks x Reader

Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, public indecency/risk of getting caught, creampie

Word Count: 1820

Note: Finally! Some Ricky smut! Brief, but the man *is* to the point. Happy reading!

Leave it to the Bucks to throw a barbeque. How they could bear to stand so close to the grills when it was so hot outside, you’d never know. The EVP’s were happy to establish themselves not just as the ‘best’ tag team on the roster, but also as the Grill Masters of their domain.

They flipped another pair of burgers high into the air in unison, cheering themselves on. The audience of wrestlers around gave a smattering of applause. They had nice tricks, but actually cooking the food was taking forever. It was hot. Everyone was hungry. And the Bang Bang Gang was whispering about hitting up the burger place down the road for reinforcements.

You whispered to Jay on his way by that the good taco place was closer, and it would tide everyone over without fully offending the pair of hosts. Not that he would worry about offending them. His face lit up, and he hurried to make another round through the yard to pass along the idea.

“Causing trouble?” Ricky slid up to your side, nursing one of the few glasses of lemonade left. Another thing the Bucks had under-considered to stock.

“Who, me?” You winked at him. “If anything, I’m doing my part to save the day. What have you been up to?”

He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

His nose nuzzled into the spot behind your ear. “I’ve been watching you twirl around in that dress and trying not lose my mind.” He dipped his head to kiss at the underside of your jaw. And kept kissing. While you squirmed, Ricky was oblivious to the giggles Britt and Willow were sending your way. He wrapped his other arm around your waist to keep you from stepping away. “Where you goin’?”

You rolled your eyes. This man – “I am trying to calm you down. This summer sun has apparently gone to your head.” Catching his eye, you added, “we should really get you into some shade.”

He picked up on the hint with a leer.

“Alright. Lead the way.”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the Bang Bang Club hop into one of their cars. With as many tacos as they’d probably order from the close shop, you had maybe twenty to thirty minutes till they’d come back.

“Clock’s ticking.” You threw back the last of his lemonade and led him to the shady side of the house. You peeked around the corner, making sure another couple didn’t have the same idea. The coast was clear. You guided him to the center of the wall, far from the corner. And pinned his back against the stucco.

Ricky hummed in surprise as you placed open mouth kisses over his mouth and around his throat. “Needy are we?”

“Maybe.” You nipped at his earlobe. “And maybe I was twirling around in this dress to catch your attention. What took you so long?”

His eyes fluttered shut as you palmed his bulge. As you mouthed over his Adam’s apple, his hands roamed your body. Kneading your breasts. Squeezing your waist. He mumbled unhappily to find your shorts underneath your dress.

“What?” You grinned as he flipped your positions. “I’ve got several of them. Did you think I’d really risk the chaffing in this heat?”

“You wearing anything under them?”

“No. It was too hot-”

His deft fingers found the hole in the front that you’d been meaning to mend. He pulled the seam apart, giving himself just enough room to sight your sex. “No problem.” With a grin, he attacked your mouth again, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He knew this would distract you. Even if your twirling fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck risked distracting him too, he counted on your grip masking how his hand slid up your thigh. He thumbed over your slick.

You jolted, filling his waiting mouth with a surprised yelp.

He worked quickly. Curling one finger into your sex, then two, before scissoring you open. All the while, his thumb circled and flicked over your clit. You panted hard. With your eyes closed against the heat and the pleasure, you didn’t see how he watched you. Watched how your mouth trembled when he moved his fingers a certain way. How your breath hitched when he changed the speed of his ministrations. And how your skin glistened just for him. Because only he could do this to you this well.

You finally cracked open your gaze to see his dark eyes watching your mouth. Smothering a grin, you darted out your tongue to wet them. Enraptured, he felt your hands slide down his shoulders on their path to your breasts. You trailed your fingers across the neckline. But before you could pull your breasts out over the fabric, he pressed in close.

“Nuh-uh.” He pressed your foreheads together. “Not sharing the sight of those with anyone who might walk around.”

Still, you adjusted the fabric until one nipple was free. “Not even a little?”

Caught in your game, he was helpless to do anything more than flick your clit as you pinched around the exposed bud. When you clamped around his fingers, he finally dipped his head to catch your nipple between his teeth. You knew you had him. He hummed delightedly around your flesh as you dug your hands into his hair again. Giving his locks a tug made him groan, sending a shot of electricity down your spine.

His fingers moved faster. More desperately to feel you leak around his digits, imagining how you’d do the same around his cock still trapped in his pants.

Lightly you scraped your nails into his scalp. Your vision had tunneled to the sight of his mouth on your chest. But you were close. You needed more. “Ricky-“

“Hmm?”

“Please.” You tried to pull his head away so that you could reach for his belt. “Need you.”

“All in good time.”

“We don’t have time.”

Around the corner, you could hear the party getting louder. Was the Gang back already? Or were the Bucks up to something else?

You whimpered as he curled perfectly into a spot that made your eyes cross. “Want you in me. Ricky…”

“Do you?” He tucked your breast back into your dress, but didn’t stop his fingers. He trailed his nose across your cheeks. “If the party’s hopping again maybe we should go back before we’re missed.”

“Come on, Ricky. Please. Please fill me. Give me your cock-“

“Shh. Shh.” He glanced towards the party with a smile. “Keep it down, darlin’.” He fumbled with the fastenings on his pants until he could slide his cock up through your ruined shorts and your slick. “Come here.” Resting his hand on the back of your head, he guided your face to the crook of his neck. He filled you slowly, pressing your open mouth against his flushed skin to muffle your keening. While panting to cover up his own groan of delight.

Sensitive as you were, you did your best to keep a pace that would catch Ricky up to where you needed. Not that you should have worried. His soft sounds in your ear were the quieter parallels of the grunts and rumbles that he would have at home. You leaned back, trailing your thumb along the bottom of his throat. When he managed to open his eyes, you guided him to watch where your bodies were connected. The sight made his pace wobble.

“Gonna make a mess,” he tried.

“That’s what the long skirt is for.” You bit your lip over your smile as he stared you down.

“Gonna be the end of me, sweetheart.”

“Then get us there. So close, baby.”

He followed your command. No place inside of you was a secret to him. Ricky knew where to spear, what speed you needed, when to circle his thumb over your clit, and how to bring you to the precipice. When your body seized, clamping on his length and your fingers bruising into his biceps, he kissed you deeply to cover your cries. He continued to thrust, chasing the last movements needed to fall with you. His lips mummered your name into the kiss. When his release erupted, he pressed you hard into the wall, pushing as close as he could get with your clothes still on. Like he could pass the blinding pleasure he felt because of you into your cells to feel in your own trembling nerves. Like you could merge into one being.

Ricky stayed sheathed in you while you both caught your breath. If you had been home, he would have propped your hips up so wouldn’t spill a drop. But as he pulled away, the sight of his cum leaking down your leg was a new inspiration. His cock twitched in his hand as he tucked it away.

You dropped the fabric of your dress down over the mess, oblivious to Ricky’s discovery. “Ready to go back?”

He pinned you to the wall one more time to answer you with a kiss. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

As you peeked around the corner, Jay and the Gunns were just arriving with the back-up food. But the Bucks were finally done cooking. As you joined the back of the crowd, everyone was excited to try both options.

Britt suddenly showed up by your side. “Where’d you two disappear to?” She took in your shy stammer and Ricky’s overly bright smile, and hummed. “Enjoy yourselves, did you?” She slid her hand into Adam’s palm as he joined her.

Despite your glare, Ricky couldn’t help but brag a little. “We took a chance to make our own fun. The shady side of the house is clear if you two need a respite from the heat.”

“Really?” Adam glanced over your heads to the shady safe haven. “Hey, baby-“

“Nuh-uh. Lunch first.” She kissed Adam’s cheek, keeping her lips close to his skin as she added, “dessert after.”

Adam’s face lit up. “M’Kay.” He let Britt drag him towards the front of the line, eagerly cutting in front of people. People who could easily become wrestling problems later, all for the chance of the dessert she had in mind.

“Dessert does sound good,” Ricky said. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing his torso into your back as you joined the line. “But at the hotel. In the air conditioning.”

You rolled your eyes and shot him back a look. “You’re from Louisiana! This heat is nothing.”

“So? Doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good stream of cool air when I can get it. Besides-” He nuzzled his nose into that spot behind your ear. “I am far from done with you.”

As his hands smoothed across your stomach, you pressed your thighs together, rubbing together over the mess he’d already made of you.

***

Masterlist

Wrestling/WWE Masterlist 

[untoldreader]

A Chance Encounter

Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary

The reader has a chance encounter with Wanda Maximoff, who seems to hold the key to the town's secrets

Warnings

None?

Tag List

@alexawynters @tigerlillyruiz

As Wanda and I stood outside, the vibrant colors of Westview seemed to intensify, but the eerie atmosphere remained. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was deeply wrong with this place. Wanda's presence offered a sliver of comfort, a guiding light amidst the darkness of my lost memories.

"I'm grateful for your help, Wanda," I said, my voice filled with gratitude and uncertainty. "But I can't help but feel that I don't belong here. This town, these people, it's all so unfamiliar."

Wanda's gaze softened, her crimson hair gently swaying in the breeze. "I understand how confusing it must be for you," she replied, her voice carrying a comforting tone. "Westview is a peculiar place, and it seems to have a hold on you. But together, we can find the answers you seek."

With renewed determination, we began to explore the town, delving deeper into its secrets. As we walked through the bustling streets, I couldn't help but notice the townsfolk's fixed expressions and repetitive behaviors. It was as if they were trapped within a carefully constructed facade, unable to break free.

"Wanda, what's happening to these people?" I asked, concern lacing my words. "They seem trapped, almost robotic in their actions."

Wanda's eyes flickered with a mix of compassion and concern. "It's complicated," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "There's a force at work here, manipulating the reality of this town and its inhabitants. But we're going to uncover the truth and set them free."

As we continued our investigation, we stumbled upon an old library, its weathered doors beckoning us inside. The shelves were filled with ancient books, their pages yellowed with age. Wanda guided me to a specific section, where a book titled "The Enigma of Westview" caught our attention.

Carefully flipping through its worn pages, we discovered a hidden chapter, detailing the town's mysterious origins and the enigmatic power that held it captive. It spoke of a powerful entity known as "The Architect," who had the ability to shape reality and control the minds of others.

"The Architect," Wanda murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and caution. "If we can find a way to confront this entity, we might be able to unravel the truth and restore Westview to its rightful state."

With newfound purpose, we set out to confront the enigmatic Architect, following the breadcrumbs of clues scattered throughout the town. Each step brought us closer to the heart of the mystery, but also deeper into the clutches of the Architect's influence.

As we reached the town square, the air crackled with an otherworldly energy. The buildings seemed to warp and distort, the townsfolk frozen in unsettling poses. And there, at the center of it all, stood the Architect, a figure draped in shadows with piercing eyes that seemed to pierce through reality itself.

"Wanda Maximoff," the Architect's voice echoed with an unsettling reverberation. "You dare challenge my domain? This town belongs to me, and you will never escape its grasp."

But Wanda stood tall, her powers surging within her. "I won't let you control innocent lives," she declared, her voice filled with unwavering determination. "Release them. Release us."

A battle of wills ensued, with Wanda using her formidable abilities to counter the Architect's manipulations. The very fabric of Westview trembled as their powers clashed, and it became clear that this confrontation would determine the fate of the town and its people.

As the battle raged on, memories began to resurface within me, like shards of a shattered mirror slowly piecing themselves together. Fragments of my past intertwined with the present, revealing a truth I had long forgotten.

With a final surge of power, Wanda shattered the Architect's hold on Westview, and the town began to transform before our eyes. The artificial cheerfulness melted away, replaced by genuine emotions and the faces of the townsfolk, no longer mere shadows.

With the threat vanquished, Wanda turned to me, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "You did it. You broke free," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Now, it's time for you to find your way back home."

As Westview returned to its normal state, I felt a sense of closure and gratitude. Wanda had not only helped me uncover the truth but also empowered me to reclaim my identity and rediscover my purpose.

With a heartfelt goodbye, I left Westview behind, forever grateful for the chance encounter that led me to Wanda Maximoff. The experience had taught me the power of resilience, the importance of friendship, and the ability to overcome even the most perplexing of mysteries. And as I stepped back into the world outside, I carried those lessons with me, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Is this all true or did Wanda just make us think this? Did we even actually leave Westview? ;)

Btw how did we like this one?

[thegodshavehorns]

Guide to the Zodiac: The Seer of Mind

Compassion is no substitute for justice. -Rush Limbaugh

Names & Epithets

The Calibrator of Gallows; The Blind Goddess; Lady Justice; She Who Measures The Rope (or simply She Who Measures); Lady of the Hanged; She With Garnet Eyes; She Who is Without Father or Mother, She Who Gazes Into Fire; Her Honor; Lady Dead-Eyes (derogatory).

Symbolism

The Symbol of the Seer of Mind, written instead of her name, is ♎️, the sign of Libra.

The Sigil of Mind is a filled disc, with three evenly-spaced, curved hooks emerging from its rim, pointing in a direction that suggests rotation.

The colors associated with the Seer of Mind are green and turquoise, and her sacred color is teal.

Red is also closely associated with the Seer.

Other symbols associated with the Seer of Mind are glasses (particularly opaque ones), balancing scales, walking sticks and canes, nests, mouths and noses, dragons or dinosaurs, the hangman's noose and rope in general, the guillotine, and coins.

Appearance/Portrayal

The Seer appears as a slender, middle-aged woman with short hair and relatively short, spikelike horns. Her fangs do not protrude, but she is often reported as sporting a wide smile that seems to show off every tooth. She wears sunglasses with opaque red glass in the lenses, and her own sightless eyes are reported as being entirely clouded-over red, though she only rarely reveals them.

The Seer is well-known for sniffing and licking objects, and for flipping and catching coins almost continuously. In art, individuals meant to represent the presence or will of the Seer are often portrayed with emphasized, prominent noses or tongues, or holding coins.

When not in her godhood, the Seer has been seen wearing well-tailored business suits, though usually in clashing bright colors. She may be portrayed holding a long, slender cane, sometimes referred to as a 'switch,' a set of scales, or a noose. The image of the Seer, wearing a blindfold and holding the scales and a switch, is common enough to be iconographic.

Domain/Associations

The Seer of Mind is a goddess associated with justice. She is a patron of every office of the law, from the police, colloquially the "Hounds of the Seer" (or just 'Hounds'), to the attorneys and judges of the highest courts in the land. Her laws are not considered overly merciful, and only on rare occasions will she show clemency to those who have done wrong (see Major Holidays). She is invariably correct in her judgements, and her punishments are absolute.

Further, the Seer is a goddess of wisdom, especially wisdom of strategy in war. She is appealed to when one needs to outsmart or outmaneuver one's foes, or use an enemy's own forces against them. She is a rational goddess, ruthlessly efficient (some say even cold), and a patron of those who share these qualities.

The 'dragons' with whom the Seer is often associated were long thought of as beings of pure myth, until the scientific acknowledgement that large fossil bones belonged to giant prehistoric reptiles. Though today called dinosaurs, these 'dragons' of eons past are often considered sacred to the Seer. (see Lore).

Major Holiday(s)

There are no annual holidays associated with the Seer of Mind, but there is an extended event that takes place every 413 weeks, the Jubilee Week, wherein debts are forgiven, borrowed property is returned, and indentured servants are freed. This is in recognition of the fact that, though the law is absolute, mercy and forgiveness are also possible, even from the Seer.

Churches and Cults

The Church of the Zodiac does not place the Seer in a place of primacy amongst the gods, but most sects agree that she holds a position of great power and respect in the pantheon. Her wisdom, as written down in the Book of the Zodiac, is considered absolute. As such, she is given a degree of respect and honor that surpasses even household gods such as the Knight.

In some societies, the highest courts of law have been called Red Courts, and doubled as temples to the Seer. This same concept persists in many countries today, where supreme justices, called Cardinal Justices, wear red robes to curry favor with the Seer. Regardless, nearly every office of law in the world, use the scales of Libra or the dragon as a symbol or seal. Some incorporate both.

One way Seer worship finds expression is through the establishment of Attorney-Monasteries, centers of learning that focus on the analysis of law in its purest forms. Disciples are dispassionate, logical, and devoted to the pursuit of order in the world. They often fund private educational establishments.

In east Asia, many churches appoint a high priest of the Seer known as the Lord High Executioner, a role that may be entirely symbolic or very much hands-on. This member of the clergy is in charge, whether nominally or literally, of carrying out and enforcing the sentences decreed by the courts. These Executions of the Law may or may not be capital, but are always dedicated to the Seer.

Prayer and Worship

Much of the worship of the Seer involves meditation, especially walking or moving meditations. These meditative states usually involve the quieting of conscious thoughts, and they are viewed as a kind of gift to the Seer, a single moment of quiet in the continual rain of thought that deluges her mental landscape. Perhaps she hardly notices, the faithful will admit, but it shows her that you care, and are grateful for her gift of law.

The Seer is most commonly invoked to dispense the law with complete righteousness and objectivity. Opening prayers in courts of law can be surprisingly peaceful, as the assembled calm their thoughts and center themselves. When the defendant is found innocent in criminal court, closing prayers are structured similarly, but when the defendant is found guilty, the closing prayers are usually kept very short, so that the sentence can be meted out summarily.

Although the Seer is not a goddess of chance, she is often invoked in the professional poker circuit, by those who wish to see through the bluffs of their opponents.

Blood sacrifice to the Seer is rare in the modern day, mostly replaced by the symbolic offering of other red things. However, in the past, it was common to offer to her the scent of blood and death, which she is said to find pleasing.

Lore

There is a good reason for the faith that many institutions hold in the Seer: she knows everything about everyone. Although it is widely understood that she cannot predict the outcome of pure chance, nor can she see the future precisely, she is capable of predicting the future through her instant and thorough knowledge of the actions and internal decisions made by every conscious being. The Seer knows of every thought, every memory, every choice, every expression of will from every sentient creature in the universe, and her mind is capable of containing all of them. Those who have spoken with her report that she seemed to know them better than they knew themselves.

Despite being blind, the Seer is said to possess an insight that can 'see' past all attempts at deception. Indeed, she does not seem to be inconvenienced by her blindness whatsoever, and it is well-accepted that she can perceive text and color through means no other mortal or divine being can match. Despite her divine colors residing in the green and blue parts of the spectrum, the Seer seems to especially favor the color red.

There is a rumor that the Seer favors those who can surprise her, but there are exceptionally few credible accounts of this actually happening.

Today, many congregations (though not the Zodiac Church) hold the Seer to have been the creator of the dinosaurs, and thus to have been the first god to settle on Earth. But the dinosaurs performed some terrible deed, too sinful to even conceive of today, in response to which the Seer executed them with a great flood, burying their bones. Though this act was just, destroying her own creations caused the Seer sorrow, and she took them as a symbol in order to always remember the Earth's first children.

Public Relations

The Seer spends much of her time away from Earth. However, when the need is great and the cause is just, she appears to give her wisdom. It is rare that she becomes involved in conflicts directly, preferring to advise global leaders and give aid from afar. However, the few historical records that mention the Seer taking up the sword herself speak of her might in battle with awe and fear, and describe the reek of the battlefield lingering for weeks. Such lands are generally abandoned as blighted.

The Seer rarely interferes with day-to-day matters of law in the nations of the world, though her writings are often used as their base. She does sometimes write a response to high court rulings, normally to point out logical inconsistencies or sloppy reasoning, and such divine court opinions have been the ruin of many justices' careers. Interestingly, although the Seer takes umbrage with poor reasoning, she does not seem to stick to a particular ideological stance.

[enbyhiro]

Hii! Annabella is sooo gorgeous and such a queen <3 I love her!!

One idea I had for interactions between her and my OC, Leigh, is where Leigh has to be tutored by Annabella but Leigh does not pay attention at all though she keeps going to the tutoring sessions because she wants to be friends with Annabella and thinks she’s pretty, while Annabella is really just trying her best to get Leigh to not fail 😅

Leigh + Annabella

Leigh had just finished a conference with Annabella with it concluding that Leigh will definitely need some tutoring for a few courses. No problem for Annabella, she sets up a schedule for Leigh to follow when she’s on her own since this isn’t a simple grade pull-up, & the times they’ll meet up after school. Leigh wasn’t too amused by the idea of having to study to satisfy a bunch of teachers that only want her grades to be high so that they look good. Leigh knew that most of the teachers & coaches didn’t care about her academic or career choice at the end of the day. But Annabella still wanted her to do good, to make it in the world. When they were discussing in the office, Annabella brought up that she finally saw Leigh hit the field (even if it was for just one game.) Annabella & Leigh had been pretty friendly with each other, which is pretty rare considering Bella isn’t very fond of the other jocks. But that’s also another reason they bond really well. The more Leigh had thought about it, the more she realized how interesting Annabella is in general. She thinks that she could possibly befriend Annabella, she’ll just need some time with Bella to try to sway her a little more. Annabella was pretty persistent on both of them joining in the library to complete some overdue assignments & get better studying habits to make exam week easier. Maybe these study sessions won’t be so bad after all.

Annabella was exhausted, she had just finished two conferences with two very frustrating students who argued & moped throughout the whole thing. She was ready for her head to hit the pillow on her nice silk-sheet bed & maybe call Lucky for a couple of minutes. Walking down the main outdoor staircase, she hears a pair of hurried footsteps behind her.

“Anna! Yo, are we still studying today?” Someone exclaimed, actually it wasn’t ‘someone’, it was Leigh. Bella swished her head around to see Leigh’s intrigued face. She completely forgot that she was supposed to be tutoring, specifically Leigh.

“Oh, hey Leigh! To be perfectly honest, I forgot that I was supposed ta’ be tutorin’ you, today.” Annabella nervously chuckled. “But yeah, we can go now! We need to jumpstart this routine ‘cause I know how you can be, he-ha~!”

Leigh’s face heated up at the comment. Bella did know her too well because she would never study on her merit. Bella signaled for Leigh to follow her over to the library, & Leigh gladly trekked behind her. Bullworth’s library was somewhat bustling this afternoon, most students being in to find a book to complete Mr. Galloway’s book report project. She spots a couple of people she knows but she rather get this tutoring over before she passes out around all of these people. Both girls tread up the stairs over to the double couches tucked away in the corner. One of Annabella’s favorite spots to have a private moment by herself or with a student. Annabella sits & reaches underneath the table in front of her & grabs a book titled “Guiding Through Math: Pre-Calculus”, tossing it on top of the wooden table.

“Alrighttt. First, we’ll start with Pre-calc first. It’s the hardest to understand , but once you get it, it’s gonna be a breeze finishin' assignments.” Annabella explained. “Let’s start wiithh” She flips the book open, “domain and range. Bella slides the large book over with minimal force so Leigh can see the information easier. “The domain of a graph is defined as how far the graph travels on the x-axis whereas the range is how far on the y-axis. The set of the first components of each ordered pair is called the domain and the set of the second components of each ordered pair is called the range.”

Man, that was a long tutor session. The sky was enveloped in dark clouds & the moon shined bright as they left the library. Mrs. Carvin never lets anyone stay that late, but Annabella had nearly begged her to let them stay until 8:00 PM because of how tedious Pre-calculus can be. Thankfully, Mrs. Carvin was understanding (& she likes Annabella a lot) so she let them stay a lot longer. Not like it mattered since Leigh could only pay attention to Annabella’s face more than the words escaping her lips. Every now & then, Annabella had to look to see if she was still paying attention & Leigh had to terribly pretend to be listening to the lesson. It was even worse when Annabella would pop quiz her, Leigh would have to scramble & scrape up an answer about “the domain, and, um, and the inverse of that function” or something like that. Bella would look at her questionably before hesitantly continuing onto the end of the three chapters they made it through.

“That’s it, right?” Leigh questioned as they stepped off the library's pavement.

“That? What we jus’ read? Nah, that was jus’ chapters one to three. There’s like 12 chapters in here.” Leigh straightened her lips, grimacing. “Here, take these & finish them.” Annabella handed Leigh a stack of four papers.

“What’re these?”

“They’re worksheets ta’ see how much you remember from this, it’s simple but still needs some kind of effort to complete. You looked you were somewhat followin’ me but uh, your answers ta’ some of my questions weren’t the best.” Annabella sighed from exhaustion, her accent noticeably thickening. “Please, please study on ya’ own time. I promise, ya’ grades will look a lot better. But you gotta make that difference.” Both drag their feet as they walk back to the dorms. “You’re smart enough to make good decisions on your own. Definitely smarter than other jocks, that’s for sure.”

“Coming from a girl like you, that means a lot! I’ll definitely try, but don’t be surprised if I don’t make it super far.” Leigh commented.

Annabella’s face reddened at the comment, “Aww pleasee~ and you’ll make it to wherever you put ya’ mind to, you jus’ gotta be committed or it’ll all be for nothin’. Also, Imma knock you upside your head if you don’t study. That’s a promise.” Leigh hastily nodded at the comment which prompted a laugh from Bella.

With the conversation & day concluding, the two climbed the steps up to the girls’ dorms & went to freshen up & dress down for bed. After finishing her skincare & brushing her teeth, Annabella chucks a “Goodnight. Sleep well, sweetheart.” to Leigh, disappearing into her shared dorm room before Leigh could respond. Makes sense, Leigh could notice the girl was tired & she doesn’t blame her whatsoever because all that studying & work would make anyone tired. Leigh left the communal bathroom onto her own dorm room. Her roomie wasn’t in yet so she had a bit of time to herself. Leigh grabbed the papers Annabella handed her & skimmed over the questions. “Yeahh, that’ll get done later.” Leigh tossed the papers onto her bedside desk & toppled over onto her bed. She remembers that she doesn’t need to get a super high grade in any classes, just high enough to pass & have a decent-looking transcript. She has a couple of colleges she’s interested in that will need her to have somewhat decent grades. She should get some advice on what to do from Annabella application-wise. She should try to get to know her better outside of the academic side of her.

Annabella basically face-planted into her pillow, she was so tired. She hated talking to Troy & Dan today; they just don’t give a shit about their future. Troy isn’t considering college, cool, but he has no desire to go into the military or even work straight out of school. He just wants to basically sit on his ass or work low-end jobs that’ll him scraping for money for the rest of his life. Dan has a better plan for his future but he thinks he can just bullshit his way through the rest of his highschool years & make it. Yeah, make it into a terrible college’s football team & have your life go downhill from there. The only rational person was Leigh, though she definitely wasn’t paying attention through half the tutoring. At least she seems somewhat interested in her future & isn’t giving Bella a tough time for simply just trying to help & do her school mandated job. Leigh seems kind of lonely at times, though, even when she’s spending time with the jocks. She wonders if she could spend some extra time with Leigh & get closer with her, maybe get her to be in the friend group or at least be friends with Jazmin & Mia. Leigh’s passionate about her sports & it truly bothers Annabella she’s constantly pushed aside. She plans to spend her lunch talk with Leigh, well, visiting Lucky first then talking with Leigh. She'll think it over once she's rested.

gift, also i loveee leigh's name !! thank you for the ask !!! & sorry it took me foreverrr🥹

[1ndigowitch]

Omgomgomgomg

I am in neeeeed of more Philothei she’s so coooooool. What information can be given about her? I’m gonna ask random questions so feel free to answer the ones you want :333

What’s her favorite meal/drink?

What’s her dream date?

What’s her love language?

Can we know what she’s the goddess of?

If she had access to TV, what would her favorite show be?

Where are her favorite places to visit?

Best friends? Worst enemies?

Is there anything else we should know about her?

@ellies-smut-scribbles

Thank you for asking, I've been dying to talk about her.

Okay so she definitely loves sweet foods as much as she loves savoury ones. She loves honey cakes, that's her top food that she shares with Hyacinthus since they became friends and lovers. She also likes to eat meat, goat meat seems to be her favorite and she also has quite the appetite. Don't let that tiny body fool you, she can eat a lot.

For the second question, she doesn't really have a dream date. Every moment she spends with Apollo and Hyacinthus is precious. But if she had to say, it would be a picnic in a field and then they lie on that grass field together and just talk. It's very fluffy and sweet.

I'd say her love language would be acts of service and physical touch. She's kind of touch-starved and definitely loves it when Apollo and Hyacinthus hold her hand and kiss her. She also likes to do nice things for them, not just them though, she's done things for her family and Cyrene. Especially Cyrene ;) (ask to find out why)

Well I haven't thought of a specific domain, but she does end up guiding the souls of children to the underworld. How she ends up doing that will be revealed in the story, but I can say that for every child that dies without proper burial, she gives them a burial so they do not need to suffer by not crossing the river Styx. I was debating if I want her to be the goddess of polyamouous love, since there are different love gods and she is in a polyamouous relationship why not that. Then I was thinking of her being the goddess of Aid, she's a really helpful person before becoming a goddess and she still is as a goddess. But I'm not really sure yet. I was also thinking of a domain surrounding rage or madness aka insanity, that will be explained in the story btw.

She would definitely love shoujou anime. Because she loves the art and the great character writing that female characters have in that genre. And yes, she is a Sailor Moon fan. She loves sitcoms, especially Brooklyn 99. Definitely watches The Owl House. She is a witch girlie and will always be a witch girlie.

I'd say Sparta because that's where she met Hyacinthus. That's all I can say without spoilering too much.

Best friends? Artemis (she flipped when she found out Apollo slept with her), Ariadne, Circe (they gossip), and Dionysus (they both like to gossip and have lunch together). Now for worst enemies there aren't much, except for that bitch Zephyrus. She has never hated anyone as much as she hates Zephyrus. There's also two more but that would be giving spoilers.

Now for something that you should know is that, almost everyone, that includes the gods, loves her. I'm not kidding, she has Hera liking her. Which makes every Olympian do a double take bc what do you mean the Queen of the Gods loves the girl whose lover is one of the bastard children she hates. Other than that, she's like the personification of dark beauty.

Alright, that is all I can say. I'm looking forward to whatever questions you all might have and keep a look out for my fic.

[tewwor]

𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 … like for a starter and/or ask! multi's please specify

STATS .

name: hiromi higuruma

alias: tba

age: 36 ( verse dependent )

height: 6'0''

gender & sexuality: cis man ; he/him & bisexual

occupation: grade 1 - special grade jujutsu sorcerer ( verse dependent )— operates out of kyoto; lawyer ( retired - verse dependent )

fc: tba

CURSED TECHNIQUES & ABILITIES .

judgeman

deadly sentencing

domain amplification

reverse cursed technique

expert armed combatant

superior intellect

utilizes a gavel cursed tool that can be changed to different weapons. the executioner's sword is only utilized once a death penalty is given.

MISC. FACTS .

interests: black coffee, gin ( yuzu or juniper ), facts

dislikes: unlawful verdicts & injustice

knows jsl

tattoo & piercing here / post-canon tattoos here

scars

body type

lazy morning in hc

scents

blurb about higu & sunflowers

higuruma’s got some smooves. fr he can bust it down if he wanted to —like those ‘told him to approach me like we’re in the 80s’ vids.

the majority of interactions higuruma has with people feels like they’re being studied under a microscope. he’s polite but in a forced upon professional way on the clock. tired and a touch irate off the clock. the only time he’s able to shed all of that is when he’s with his partner(s). then there’s no stopping his lame puns and dad jokes and poorly executed pickup lines, no matter what time of day it is.

higuruma doesn't think of himself as unattractive, but rather unremarkable

certified teeth grinder when he sleeps. ( legit should be advised for a fitted mouthguard — i’m afraid for his enamel )

it’s in everyone’s benefit, interest, and wellbeing if he doesn’t cook. he knows this and it’s why he usually eats out or swings by the convenience stores all the time for just about any meal

NSFW INFO .

higuruma dishes out super cheesy porno lines midfuck but still in that painfully deadpan way

higuruma’s firmly verse, but the one thing that’s steadfast is the lengths he goes to appreciate his partner(s). he’s awfully good with his hands, and even better with his mouth. if any of his partners want him to Shut Up — gotta gag the man or keep kissing him or facefuck him or muzzle him

higur.uma’s biggest erogenous zones are his neck/throat and mouth

if higuru.ma doesn’t stretch a lil before getting freaky, he’ll get a cramp somewhere. probably a leg or singular ass cheek

one of higuruma’s greatest pleasures is to tease. king of putting his hands and mouth everywhere besides where it’s wanted, drawing back when his partner(s) try to guide him until he’s ready for move forward. he’ll talk about the weather, the state of the economy, the smallest most random detail and skirt along any topic that might relate to what they’re doing now just to get under their skin. he enjoys edging his partner(s) so much — maybe a little too much.

higuruma has one hell of an oral fixation. when he suggests sitting on his face, he means sit. on. it. those thighs are now his head warmers and his nose is star navigator. on the flip side, one of his greatest pleasures and joys is being facefucked. use him and hold him for a little while sort of facefuck. he’ll even feel along his own throat just to feel it bulge and move. and, yes, he can fully finish untouched by the act alone.

VERSES .

main v1 — jjk ( divergent ): hiromi's cursed techniques were awoken years earlier. he's still very much considered a late bloomer, but has shown quick & deep understanding of his innate technique — even extending to reverse cursed technique within a 2 month period. he was initially scouted ( not sure by who ), and was classified as a grade 1 sorcerer immediate. he borders on being a teacher ( though it's debatable if he's good at training ). hiromi is still weighed heavily by the murder of the prosecutor and judge during keita's trial despite it having been a few years since. he's still trying to find solid footing again and tries things he originally wouldn't, albeit less frequently.

main v2 — jjk ( canon ): prior to being introduced within the culling game, hiromi lived as a defense attorney; often taking on cases where the defendant's most certainly to be found guilty.

main v3 — jjk ( post-canon ) — gains immunity and being shunted into being a full time sorcerer. with the proper training, he gains the category of special grade. he absolutely takes it upon himself to take on the harder missions solely to help lessen the workload on yuta ( he's still a kid, he should enjoy the rest of his teenage years — hasn't he done enough already?). the guilt of killing that prosecutor and judge still weighs on him, and he seeks his own form of penance — albeit not as self destructive as he'd been in the culling games.

fallen angel — info here .

bakeneko — info here . keeps his identity as a bakeneko strictly under wraps. as a full cat, he’s all black with the same sad eyes. only seen in such a form when he overworks himself and doesn’t shift at least his tail or ears out for a little while ( always at home ). which … is often.

the marked: tba.

pokemon: larry is his best friend and sometimes he substitutes as a temp elite four.

incubus: still a lawyer, but for hell’s occupants, and still overworked, underpaid, and underfucked. tends to go on binges to feed, but he’s slowly getting better at it …. sort of. has bat-like, stained glass wings. * sex isn’t necessary for him to feed. all that’s needed is some skin on skin ( even if it’s just the lightest touch anywhere ). yet the amount / potency is higher with more intensive sexual acts. ( actual incubus/succubus lore here & more lore tidbits here )

[tfunity]

The Guiding Hand have been unequally worshipped.

As with every religion, the individual worships as they please; some even form little cults of their own, to give thanks and appreciate their Finger in their own special way.

But there are primary forms of worship, government-maintained churches and highly regulated beliefs. We'll call that Primalism, as it's the main version of that belief system will be referred to on this record.

Primalism tends to favour certain individuals, often in accordance with Functionist belief. Primus is the most revered, of course. But following that is Solomus, Epistemus, Adaptus, and Mortilus: in that order.

Adaptus, for a while, was third in importance. But he slid down a peg early into the Golden Era; this was reasoned as an example of the Mind being grander than the instinct to transform, and how Adaptus must be leashed to perform to Primus' standards.

Which is probably invocative of something. Like, y'know. A certain Chief Justice getting chewed out before the youngest finger walked out the door flipping everyone off.

Mortilus, second youngest, was never much appreciated. His domains of Colonies and Ecosystems and Death were boiled down to his job as a psychopomp. Negativity around the idea of death grew in the Silver and Golden Eras, to the point where most mainstream religion held little love for the Gardener: only hate and dismay and fear.

Terribly ironic, that. Mortilus kept to himself and his roles better than the others ever did, to say nothing of him being a really decent person.

[klapetka]

Between Curses and Connection (JJK fanfiction)

Hii, this story is set in times when Gojo and Geto were in school.  It is Geto x fem reader Its my first fanfiction after not writing anything in years, I hope you enjoy it.  __________________________________________________________

"Come on, give it another shot," Geto encouraged, his voice steady and warm, radiating an unshakable patience.

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" a familiar voice called out from the doorway. I turned to see Gojo, leaning casually against the frame with a smirk playing on his lips. As Geto's best friend, and in some ways his brother, Gojo shared a bond with him that was as easy as it was unbreakable—a friendship forged through many of missions, school, and countless late-night talks.

"We're practicing a domain expansion," Geto explained, as if that was an everyday occurrence. We were in the school's gym, a space designed to handle students' powers without the risk of turning the building into rubble. Geto stood in his oversized white T-shirt, his hair tied up in that messy bun he always wore. There was a gentle warmth in his smile that made my heart do an involuntary flip. ____

Moving to Tokyo from my tiny village in the south had been a shock. Back home, I'd always had friends around me, eager to dive into every event and outing. But when my cursed technique started to emerge, I withdrew, worried that getting too close to anyone could bring them danger. My second month at Tokyo Jujutsu High was a whirlwind of learning, my only constant being Tori, my best friend and fellow first-year. She had an energy that brightened even the hardest days, and together we navigated the highs and lows of this new world.

One day, as we strolled across campus, we overheard a group of second-year boys joking loudly. Rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath, "Honestly, boys can be so clueless sometimes."

Silence fell over them, and I instantly regretted my comment—until Geto, who stood among them, let out a soft chuckle. "You know, she's right." That was the first time I noticed him, really noticed him.

A few weeks later, Tori and I were paired with older students for a mission. As we waited on the front steps, a tall figure cast a shadow over us.

"Y/N, ready to go?" Geto asked, his warm smile setting me at ease instantly. His calm, assured presence felt like a gentle current guiding me forward.

"Suguru Geto," he introduced himself, extending his hand to help me up. I took it, feeling a strange warmth rush through me.

"You bringing those?" he nodded at my nunchaku. I felt a bit self-conscious for relying on cursed weapons, but he didn't seem to mind in the least. That mission, we talked about everything—our hometowns, dreams, even the fears. Days turned into weeks, and somewhere along the line, he became much more than a friend. ____

"What's the problem here?" Gojo's voice snapped me back to the present.

"She can't focus," Geto explained, his brows furrowed with concern before I could respond.

"It's not about focus," I protested, shaking my head. "I just can't... make it happen."

Gojo grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Maybe you're nervous with Geto watching."

"Stop it, Satoru," Geto said, tone firm but playful. I crossed my arms, cheeks flushed, as Gojo circled around behind me.

"Alright, alright. Let's help her," Gojo said, surprisingly gentle. "Your domain expansion isn't just a skill; it's an extension of who you are. Think of what you want to create or protect. Let that vision center you."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the hammering of my heart and focus on the images swimming in my mind.

"Now!" Gojo's voice rang out, sharp and clear.

"Domain Expansion!" I called, feeling the surge of cursed energy ignite within me.

When I opened my eyes, we were standing in a huge, surreal version of my childhood room. The pastel pink walls stretched up and out in every direction, towering like cliffs, and the dark wooden furniture loomed above us, immense and imposing. A fluffy pink carpet sprawled beneath our feet, each fiber a thick thread that felt like walking through a field. The white bed sat like a mountain in the distance, its plush sheets and pillows colossal, soft hills on an unreachable horizon. Everything was enormous, transforming this familiar, cozy space into an otherworldly, unsettling landscape where we felt no bigger than insects 

"Whoa...where are we?" Gojo's wide eyes darted around in amazement.

"Is this your childhood room?" Geto asked softly, stepping forward. I nodded, a mix of pride and nostalgia swelling within me. But as quickly as the awe filled me, a strange pulse echoed through my chest—an unfamiliar rhythm that wasn't my own heartbeat. Suddenly, I felt Gojo's excitement, electric and infectious, like a thrill that invaded my mind. Beneath it, a shadow of uncertainty from Geto, a hint of worry that made my stomach tighten.

The emotions tangled and twisted within me, clashing until I couldn't distinguish my feelings from theirs. Their emotions surged and ebbed, waves crashing against the edges of my mind, threatening to overwhelm me. Gasping, I released the domain, desperate to return to my own thoughts.

In an instant, we were back in the gym.

"That was incredible, Y/N! You did it!" Gojo's grin was contagious, but I could barely manage a weak smile. I felt disoriented, echoes of their emotions lingering, blurring the line between us.

I stumbled over to the bench, head in my hands, trying to shake off the lingering sensation.

"Hey... what's wrong?" Geto knelt beside me, his face filled with the same worry I had sensed moments ago. "You did amazing, Y/N. Really."

"I... I could feel what you two were feeling," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It wasn't just knowing; it was like your emotions were inside me. Geto... your anxiety—it was this heavy, steady thing, like it was rooting me to the ground. I couldn't tell where I ended and you two began. Everything just... twisted together, clashing and pulling me under." I took a shaky breath.

They exchanged glances, as if sharing some silent realization, their eyes lighting up like they'd stumbled upon a powerful secret.

"Emotion control," they said in unison, excitement flickering in their eyes.

I blinked, still reeling. "My cursed technique... lets me sense emotions?"

"Not just sense," Geto clarified, pride glinting in his gaze. "You might even be able to influence them."

Gojo clapped his hands, bouncing slightly. "Think of the possibilities! You could be one of the most unique jujutsu sorcerers!"

---------------------------------------------------- later -------------------------

Standing in my bathroom, still in pajamas and brushing my teeth, I heard a knock, then the door creaked open.

"Hey, babe... you here?" Suguru's voice drifted in, casual yet familiar, as he entered my dorm room. His footsteps neared the bathroom, and soon enough, his reflection appeared beside me in the mirror.

"I thought maybe we could talk about today," he said, watching me finish brushing. He gently swept my hair aside and kissed the nape of my neck. I put down my toothbrush, rinsed, and wiped my mouth before turning to face him.

Leaning back against the sink, hands gripping the edge, I stared at the floor. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon," I began, my voice low as I turned back to the mirror, applying moisturizer. Suguru stood there, all quiet, patiently, listening.

"It's just... a weird feeling," I said, barely louder than a whisper. "It felt like I was invading your space, getting in your head. Seeing you in my childhood room—it just made me feel exposed, like I was that scared kid all over again. And when I felt your anxiety..." I paused, feeling my words tighten in my throat.

Turning to him, I pressed my forehead to his chest, and his arms folded around me, his chin resting softly on my head. "I've been aware of others' feelings for a while now. Ever since my cursed technique started showing up, it's like everyone's emotions just wash over me all the time." I buried my face in his chest, voice breaking slightly as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he held me closer.

"I just wish I didn't have to use it at all. The emotional overload is intense. And please... don't start in on 'training' again."

He laughed softly, his grip tightening. "So, you'd rather stick with the nunchakus?"

I laughed, swiping at a stray tear. "If it keeps me from spiraling, yeah—nunchakus are the vibe."

Jujutsu High dorms were basic: small room, double bed, a desk pushed against one wall, and a narrow wardrobe across from the bed. The bathroom was cozy (aka tiny) but serviceable, with plain white tiles. Not exactly luxe, but I made it home with plants, which honestly helped a ton. Even with tiny windows, the soft filtered light made it a bit of a sanctuary.

Tomorrow was a light class day, so we planned to chill tonight, as we often did—either binge-watching something or just taking a walk. I was winding down, already half-ready for bed.

I grabbed my small watering can, filling it at the sink before handing it to Suguru, who took it with a familiar nod. He knew the drill. While he watered the plants, I switched on my desk lamp, grabbed my laptop, and settled into bed. The quiet between us was calming—a comfortable silence that felt like home.

As he tended to the plants, I could tell he was mulling something over.

"I have to say it..." he began, his focus on a fern. "If we could just train one more time, I think you'd get the hang of it. That technique of yours? It's powerful." Putting the can down. His voice softened, and he came over to sit on the bed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me that look.

"What are you saying, monkey?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile, even though the nickname made me cringe. But it was Suguru, and he meant well, so I rolled with it.

With a sigh, I reached up and tugged his hair loose from its bun, letting it fall around his face as I smiled. "Fine... whatever my monkey wants," I laughed, feeling his warm hand on my cheek as he leaned in, his lips soft against mine, his other hand lightly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss.

Fumbling a bit, I managed to shove my laptop onto the nightstand without breaking contact. He eased me back onto the bed, one of his hands slipping under my t-shirt to rest on my waist, his touch making me shiver. I gasped softly as he shrugged off his shirt, his broad shoulders and loose hair giving him that unreal look that always left me a little breathless.

I lifted my arms, letting him pull off my pajama top so we were both bare from the waist up, skin against skin. He leaned down, catching my lips in a deep, slow kiss. His hand slid down my stomach, slipping under my pajamas. My breath hitched, heartbeat racing as his touch grew more intense.

"I love how you're always so ready for me," he whispered, his voice low, leaving me flushed. The excitement was dizzying, making me scream inside from excitement.

I stopped kissing him, focusing on my breath as he slid two fingers inside me, my back arching instinctively. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, shifting onto his knees with that smirk that always got my pulse going. With one smooth motion, he slipped off my pajama pants and underwear, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

He stepped off the bed, grabbed a condom from a small purple box on my desk, and returned, his gaze never leaving mine. Sliding off his bottoms, he rolled it on with a quick flick, then moved in close, one hand pressing into the mattress beside my face, the other settling firmly on my waist. I lifted my knees, inviting him in, and he entered me with a gentle but powerful thrust. A quiet moan escaped me as I tilted my head back, savoring the moment.

His movements matched our breath, each thrust sending sparks down my spine. His face was close, his breath warm against my skin, merging with my own. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles, tracing the shape of him as we moved together.

Our kisses grew messier, more urgent, punctuated by gasps and quiet moans. His grip tightened, each motion more intense, sweat beading on his forehead as he moved, both of us lost in the rhythm.

Then, he paused, catching his breath before gently turning me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, anticipation building as he spread my legs and entered again. One hand gripped the bed frame, the other braced beside me as his pace quickened, his low groans filling the room.

As he moved, his breaths grew faster, more ragged. With a final shudder, he collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling. I nestled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm draped around me as we let the moment settle.

"I love you, Y/N," he murmured, brushing a kiss on my forehead. Warmth filled me as I reached for the comforter, pulling it over us both, giving him a soft smile.

"I love you too, Suguru," I whispered, my voice steady. We curled up together, his arm secure around me, and slowly drifted off, wrapped in the quiet warmth of each other. ______________________________________________________________________

- to be continued please leave a comment or something so I know someone likes this. 

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okay more about the gods au, this post is basically just to explain tallulahs whole deal

I promise it won't be as long as the summary post 💀

my next post however will be the Hermitcraft and life series gods au expansion pack which will be just as long

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tallulah is different from the other eggs, while they have all been blessed by other gods given to the residents of the island to be raised into new champions, tallulah was not. the other eggs had been born from the dragon, tallulah was not.

no tallulah was born from music, the music played by a traveling God who was always on the move trying to escape his past, a God who didn't think she could care for a child without tainting her with her ancient madness. a God who looked at her like she was the whole world, the shining light in a dark sea who painted her world in bright colours, who called her her sunrise.

so no tallulah wasn't just blessed by a God, she was one and her mother tells her every day her paintings in the sky were the most beautiful she had ever seen

she's the first God in centuries to have been born not from a heroic act but from a feeling, born from her mother's musical heart longing for something to love and give it to

tallulah is the young goddess of sunrises and also willows light

she paints the sky every morning just for her mom so even when she's not there she will still see a part of her in the sky. in return willow sends her bird songs every morning while she works so she doesn't feel lonely painting the sky

the first time tallulah painted the sky willow guided her hand and helped her wake up the sun with her flute. that was the moment she knew she would never be able to let her go

when phil meets her for the first time he can just feel willows heart beat radiating from her very core, willow truly did give her all her heart could offer

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tallulah is constantly truthing willow because her heart speeds up when they are with quackity and since her heart beats for her she feels it too, she just doesn't realize the heart is beating out of fear of this quackity somehow recognizing her even though he is just a descendant of the quackity she knew a millenia ago

when willow left the island knowing she wouldn't be back for a long time, she woke up extra early so she could see tallulahs sunrise and know she's okay even if she's not there... she did not see her painted sunrise and she never heard her flute wake up the sun, but when the sun started to set she heard her flute laying the sun to rest and the sky painted in deep purples and blues

tallulahs other half (like how willow becomes madness) is she becomes the goddess of sunsets and the change isn't made when she is angry or resentful, but when she's upset and sad, and instead of her happy songs to wake the sun up she plays sad melancholic songs to put it to sleep

she almost didn't go out to paint the sky because she was too scared but phil encouraged her and told her he would be with her the whole time

phil who had hoped to never see tallulah have her domain flip, who is heartbroken that it had so soon, is there to help her through the process and fear and hopefully help her heal and can only pray willows letters bring her some sort of comfort

over time, as she gets more comfortable, she begins painting the sunrises again. but on the days she misses willow the most the night shy is painted in the most beautiful watercolor

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after Bobby died she asked phil for a favor. asking if he could bring her dead siblings back just for a little while, for every morning and night, so they can help her paint the sky. even if it's not much, she can at least do this for the grieving parents, to let them know their children are still here watching over them

[magpiehorde]

Growing Affections; Chapter two

The Princess Victoria pub sits at the corner of the street and usually remains empty except for the regulars who are part of the other business or have been coming to the pub since before that business moved in. Raymond has a spot at the bar that is very nearly reserved for him, may as well have a sign. He sits there with his morning paper and a cup of tea as the day starts. The clock tells him it’s five minutes to eight when the sound of a motorcycle comes around the bend and parks in front of the pub. Leaning back from his spot a bit, Ray can see a woman in jeans and a leather jacket getting off the bike and when she takes off the helmet and long auburn hair falls out he can see the face of the botanist. Cassandra pushes into the pub and spots Ray right away, stepping up to the bar a healthy space down from him. She’s given him more than an arm’s length of space and leans an arm on the bar with a bland expression. 

“Good morning.” She greets politely, her face neutral as she looks from Raymond to the rest of the room. Her eyes do a full circuit of the bar before they look at Ray again and then they’re back to assessing him. Ray tips his head in greeting as he sips his tea and waits patiently, counting down the seconds. Mickey strolls into the room from the back and claps his hands together when he spots Cassandra where she leans on the bar. Walking over he offers his hand, shaking hers gently when she reciprocates. 

“Good morning Cassandra, glad you could make it. I know I had you meet us here but we’re going to go on a field trip to where you’ll actually be working. We just have to keep the location secret until we can trust you, I’m sure you understand.” Mickey says as the car pulls around front and Bunny hops out, holding the door open. Cassandra sighs, shoulders drooping, but nods and gets in the car. Ray follows and steals the driver’s seat as they all rearrange. Bunny apologizes as he gently slips a bag over Cassandra’s head and she says “don’t worry about it, not my first rodeo.”. The car is quiet as they navigate out of the city and into the countryside, towards the estate. It takes nearly half an hour but there’s not even a peep out of the botanist and the rest of the car keeps the silence. 

Getting out bunny guides Cassandra with a hand down hidden staircase until her feet hit dirt and the door upstairs shuts again. The bag is pulled off and Cassandra blinks in the shadowy room as she takes in the long rows of plants and workers. She hums and her face scrunches as she steps closer to the plants, pausing before touching them. She looks back to Mickey with a raised eyebrow and he waves her on. 

“The farm is your domain now. You said you could improve it and I want to see that made real.” He says with an arm wave as he walks towards one of the desks off to one side. He taps the keys on a laptop and nods his head towards it. “You’ve got access to our plants and our resources, I can see all the numbers behind it. I want to see a rise in production or sales, where will this improvement show in my business? A better plant is all well and good, but it needs to be better for business too.” He adds and crosses his arms. Cassandra looks around the room of plants and walks over to the laptop, reviewing the spreadsheet. She bites her lip as she reads it but nods decisively before looking back at Mickey. 

“The improvements will show, I can improve production at least. It’ll take time though, plants don’t change overnight. I want you to have realistic expectations.” She tells him as sets her bag on the table. She tummages inside and comes out with a notebook, clicking on a pen as she flips it open. Mickey grins and nods, turning back to the stairs. 

“I’ll leave you to it then, no sense in hovering.” He says as he climbs the stairs and swings open the hidden door. Ray watches him leave and then turns back to Cassandra, pushing his glasses up as he watches the botanist. She clicks a few keys on the laptop and looks over the desk, looking for tools. Ray steps over until she looks up. 

“You’ll be working in here today and Bunny will stay with you, he’ll take you back at the end of the day. If there’s anything you need, tools or equipment, just tell him and he’ll let us know. Meet us at the same time tomorrow and he’ll drive you in again.” Ray explains, eyebrow raised as he looks her over. Cassandra sits at the stool by the desk and taps her pen on her notebook as she looks at him. 

“So Bunny is my new best friend.”

“Seems like it.” Ray agrees and nods to Bunny as he turns for the door. He sees Cassandra shoot Bunny a quick grin before returning to the computer. Ray pulls Frazier aside on his way to the stairs. “Stay with them until lunch and then rejoin us at the pub.” He tells him with a sharp look before straightening his tie and heading for the stairs. Ray disappears up the hidden passage and the farm is quiet except for the rustling of the workers. 

Cassandra spends hours looking through the data they have on file. There are years worth of growth rates and production information on spreadsheets she is just learning to read and it’s going to take time for her to collect it into something meaningful. She huffs as she leans away from the laptop, rubbing her eyes as she yawns. Bunny and Frazier are still standing near the edge of the room, sort of wandering around, skulking in the shadows. She peeks at them from the corner of her eye and assesses them, judging their character at a distance. Cassandra has been around her share of gangsters and mobsters now, she has a pretty good radar for the really bad guys. At least she thinks so. 

“There are a couple of extra stools here, you could sit if you want, you don’t have to stand all day.” She calls out towards Bunny and Frazier. Both their heads snap towards her and then they eye each other warily in some kind of silent conversation. Frazier raises an eyebrow and Bunny shrugs before walking towards the desks and taking the closest chair. Frazier sighs and but takes the stool opposite them, swiveling to face them with a frown. 

“You already know my name, but you can call me Cas or Cassie. It’s less of a mouthful.” She offers both of them with a careful smile. Frazier seems hesitant but gives a jerky nod, Bunny tilts back against the wall, head leant back as he watches them both. 

“Cas. What’s a girl like you doing in the drug business?” Bunny asks, blunt and droll. He looks down his nose at her as her finger hovers over the keyboard. Cas recovers quickly and gives him a lopsided smile as she twists on the stool and leans an elbow on the desk. 

“I don’t know where else I thought I would end up with the degrees I chose. Sure I could be studying medicine, but drugs just make so much more sense when you put together botany and pharmacology. Add in a little human trafficking and my change in career direction makes a lot of sense. Studying cancer treatment isn’t useful to the mob, studying coca growth for the cocaine trade.. is.” Cas tells them with a casual shrug and eyeroll. Her lips quirk up at the corners but the smile falls flat. Bunny and Frazier share a look. “How about you two? Most people have a pretty interesting reason to become gangsters, or mobsters. Which one is it for you guys- I didn’t exactly get an orientation.”

“I suppose we’re more gangsters than mobsters. Not really sure the difference myself.” Frazier says as he scratches his chin in thought. Cas nods along and gives him a little smile. “Didn’t have much choice, grew up rough and needed the opportunity that Mickey presented. When you end up with a rapsheet, a longer rapsheet is the only next step.” He adds with a shrug, Bunny nods and relaxes with an arm back on the table. Cas’s lips tug down at the corner but she pulls her face back up and shrugs back at him, sharing the look of ‘what can you do?’. 

“Do you like working for Mickey? Is he a good boss?” She asks, trying to sound confident. Bunny pops his head up in a quick nod and they both get little grins on their faces. 

“Oh yeah, Mickey’s the best. Ray too. They treat us good and the work is solid. Never had better bosses.” Bunny says. “Pay isn’t bad either.” He adds on with a deeper smile. Frazier laughs and twists on his stool, shaking his head. Cas smiles and runs a hand across her jaw to cover it. A good boss among gangsters makes all the difference. The Russians were not good bosses and Cas was just hoping Mickey would be better. Almost anything would be. Getting in the boss’s good graces was top of the survival list for this contract. 

Cas had a plan. She knows she can make some sort of improvement for these plants, optimization has been her bread and butter for the last five years. She just needs to keep the farms looking good for the next year and a half and tuck away as much money as she can. If she can save enough she might be able to buy her way back home before the Russians can come back for her. Or Mickey can decide to extend her stay. Cas wants to go home. She’s been thinking of nothing but survival and is ready to be out. Having a date to look forward to makes it feel almost real, like an actual possibility. But first she needs to get to know these plants and figure out what the fuck to do with them. 

The research is slow. Frazier leaves them halfway through the day and then it’s just Bunny and Cas as she stares at the laptop and scribbles in her notebook. She picks out a plant from the lineup and makes it her test subject, giving it a spot special on her desk. Close to five Bunny gets a call while Cas is nose deep in numbers and stands up to take it. There’s a couple ‘yes boss’ and one or two ‘of course boss’ before he hangs up and looks over at Cas. He taps on her shoulder and gestures with his chin towards the door. 

“Closing time. Let's get you back to the pub and you can grab your bike.” He says. Cas saves her spot in her notebook and clicks the laptop shut, nodding along. Stretching her back she pops her neck before following Bunny to the stairs and waiting as he brings out the bag. He smiles apologetically before gently tugging the bag over her head and guiding her up the stairs. He gives her a hand up into the car and the drive back seems much faster than the drive out that morning. 

The pub is just as dead as it was that morning. Ray stands at the same spot at the bar while Mickey sits alone at a table. Ray has a cup of tea while Mickey is halfway through a pint, sipping it carefully as they walk through the door. Mickey’s eyebrow raises at their entrance and Ray’s eyes track them in the mirror behind the bar. 

“Same time tomorrow?” Cassandra addresses the room at large, feeling at loose ends. All three men incline their heads and Bunny gives her a tiny grin as she turns for the door. “Goodnight Bunny.” She whispers, grinning back before leaving. As empty as the pub is, the streets are busy with evening traffic. The motorcycle gets around some of it and is more fun than a car, but she still gets stuck in rush hour on her way home. 

The home is a tiny flat in one of the rougher parts of town, probably one of the parts where Mickey’s product is popular. It’s three flights up without an elevator and it’s a corner unit facing the east side, and no amount of black out curtains stops the sunrise from waking her up. It’s easy to tell which unit is hers from the outside because it’s the spot of green in a sea of beige. It only makes sense that the botanist adopts plants, spending her free time keeping out of climate flowers in bloom. It’s nothing to look at on the inside, besides the plants she doesn’t have much. There’s a couch and a bookshelf and a couple of still packed boxes in the main room and then she has only basic necessities in her bedroom. She only has drawers for her clothes because a neighbor was getting rid of some.

She wouldn’t bring someone back here. She barely wants to come back here. In the hours not at work she can spare some time researching, but that would just be more work. So she picks up one of the books she’s already read a couple of times, and flips it open. The evening finds her falling asleep there on her couch with the book falling out of her hand halfway finished. 

The next morning Cas is quick to get up and head out to the pub. Her commute is easy, cutting through the pre-rush hour traffic easily and arriving ten minutes early. Raymond is at his spot with a cup of tea and the doors are already unlocked. Cassandra pushes through the door and steps up to the bar an arm’s length down from Ray, leaning a forearm on the edge of the bar and peeking at the paper in his hands. 

“Good morning.” She greets politely, nodding at his acknowledgment. “Anything interesting?” She nods at the paper. Ray looks up and his face is unreadable. Cas wonders if she should’ve kept her mouth shut, some people don’t like being disturbed when reading the paper and Ray seems like one of those kinds of people. 

“I was doing the crossword. Nine letter word for, to  end operation.”

“Terminate?” Cas offered while counting letters in her head. Ray nodded and marked it with a pencil she hadn’t noticed. 

“Would you like tea? The boys won’t be ready for another couple of minutes.” He offers as he gestures towards his cup. Cas accepts with a polite thanks and he waves down the man behind the bar. A cup is set in front of her to match his and she takes a careful sip as she takes another look around. “Four letter word for deeply engrossed.”

“Um..rapt? As in enraptured.” Cas says and turns her eyes back to Ray. He taps his pencil on the page a couple of times before scratching in the letters and nodding. There’s a couple moments where it’s just the two of them sipping their tea and Ray filling in blanks. By the time Frazier and Bunny come out of the back the tea is gone and Ray is showing her the finished puzzle, laid flat on the bartop between them. Ray nods to them and slides the paper away, pulling himself straight and away again. Cas pushes away her teacup and thanks the bartender quietly before heading to the door with the boys. She’s quiet again on the drive, silent as they place the bag over her head and drive her into the country. 

The farm will be her office for the next year and a half so she needs to get comfortable, and Ray did tell her to make a list of anything she might need. So day two she takes inventory of their equipment and sees what she might need or want. There are some tools she can’t live without and she highlights them on her list as she stresses to Bunny that Ray needs to understand that she cannot do her job without them. 

She takes some fresh samples and goes through the farm looking for signs of infection or insects. All the plants look clean but the inspection takes up most of her day, running late into the afternoon. She wraps up her day documenting everything and making plans for the rest of the week, writing out an outline of her new schedule. Bunny and Frazier watch from their chosen spots on their stools and swivel to follow her with their eyes as she moves around the farm through the day. Frazier leaves around lunch again, nodding to them as he passes up into the hidden passage and disappears. 

When Bunny calls for quitting time Cas is surprised by the time. The hours flew by. She packs away her notes and shuts the laptop, carefully setting everything to rights before stepping up beside him. He slides the bag over her head carefully and leads her up the stairs by the elbow, into the car by the hand. The car ride back into the city is slow going with evening traffic but they get back barely a minute later than the day before. Cas doesn’t bother coming in with him, giving Bunny a goodbye at the sidewalk and going directly back to her bike. Avoiding the awkward afternoon goodbye from yesterday. 

The ride home is slow going and is a grinding pace. She has to pass through the city center and that’s where the traffic is densest. But the evening at home is cozy and easy. A quick home cooked mac and cheese and she finishes the book from yesterday on the couch, but makes it to bed this time before falling asleep. 

Everyone falls into patterns and Cassandra quickly falls into one. She makes it into the pub early enough to share a cup of tea with Ray, helping with the crossword if he’s in a talkative mood. Then heads to work, with just Bunny after those first two days. They must trust she’s not going to try and run away or over power him. She’s still in the assessment stage of her work but she’s forming a plan. She wants to try a couple of small scale tests to see how the plants react to changes in their environment and go from there. Hopefully she could be seeing results in a couple months. 

It’s a simple routine but it fills her days and she doesn’t think about it. It’s so much better than how things used to be that she just enjoys how simple it is. She actually gets a weekend and how novel that is. The first week she’s not sure what to do with herself. She’s already read through her small collection and she doesn’t want to spend a lot of money. So she goes to the arboretum and walks all day. It’s a full day without seeing anyone from work or any Russian thugs, it’s like heaven. 

Chapter Three:

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