#your psychic powers hold no grounds here

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Agnes Montague, the villain Phoenix :33

I used a stained glass filter on this one, looove how it looks. Also here are a few versions without as much editing so you can see the details.

Agnes is one of my favorites in this AU. And in general too I guess lol. So I made her entirely too overpowered! She's obviously based off Dark Phoenix/Jean Grey/The Phoenix from Xmen. Without as much of the hero-turned-villain vibes Jean has, Agnes can be nice but she's mostly a wrong-doer.

I'd probably say she's the most powerful super-human in the 'verse, or at least where the story takes place. Her and Magnus are buddy-buddies because. Um. I just want them to be.

So, her powers, right. She can control and

produce fire, lots of it. She can fly. The wings only appear when she wants them to btw. I think she has some form of telekinesis, sure why not plus I don't have a lot of people like that in the verse (and I'm quickly running out of canon characters anyways loool). I don't think I'll give her too many psychic powers? Maybe just some ability to block psychic attacks. Oh well nevermind lets just make her cooler let's say she can attack people psychically, as in not quite read their thoughts (even if I think she could grasp on some of the things you're thinking while she's there) but like, cause intense pain to her victim and maybe even kill them by hitting them with her mind.

Her hands are more like talons or claws, with tough nails and strong, too. She can rip someone's face off or hold herself up with them.

The nature of her powers make them somewhat incontrollable and ill-suited for precision work or limiting damage/casualties.

Despite all of that, Agnes is very tired and looks as such. Her abnormal body warmth makes her sleep poorly and not very much, if she isn't setting the room on fire or throwing objects around when she's having nightmares. She holds off from getting intoxicated in any way because she might level off the whole island if she did.

And the cherry on the cake... She can ressurect herself. AND others. Let the holy cleansing fire engulf you and be reborn anew with your sins scrubbed clean yadda yadda you know the deal. It resets people to a younger age and cures any ailment they have, so that's a rather extreme form of healing too if you will.

Naturally, with that sort of powers the Cult Of The Lightless Flame (named like that because Agnes hoggs all the light) treats her as a goddess. Which isn't that far from the truth actually.

Suffice to say in the story she is not the big bad our heroes have to take down because that would be straight-up impossible.

Design notes and misc:

-I usually imagine her with dark hair, but for this AU she really just had to be a redhead I feel.

-Yes, in the art she doesn't have feet but that's just because I got lazy.

-She wears practical gloves, a guilded shiny supersuit, impractical shoulder pads and a white flowy skirt and shoulder sash that both get set on fire very frequently. This is meant to evoke how she mostly doesn't care or need to be dressing appropriately for fighting, she's too powerful to need to.

-She doesn't carry anything on herself either, no pockets no bags no nothing, she has goons for that. She's just there to look impressive and deus ex machina everyone's asses to the ground if they get too annoying.

-She's lived a long life, done a lot, was in the military at some point which influenced a lot of how she thinks. Again, she CAN be unfrivolous and practical, she just doesn't want to and has to remain a symbol. She can shoot a gun pretty well.

-Her "crown" (it's a paper crown) is something children that admired her gave her. She's very very careful not to burn it, but can't wear it everywhere either

-She's not much of a strategizer or a long-term planner unlike Magnus, she just doesn't see the point in that and she already has everything she could ever want. She could have the potential to rule the city instead of having everyone vaguely follow her lead, but she's just not much of a tyrant.

Oh, yeah, and Jude. Jude Perry is Agnes' right hand woman and closest friend, her villain name is Lampadarius and she can make anything that isn't organic matter melt/heat up (like those cans in MAG012: First Aid). One of her favorite tricks is heating up her gloves and burning people like that. It pisses her off when you call her Agnes' guard dog. She's been ressurected a few times by the Phoenix, so been around for a while too.

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Full Beaver Moon in Gemini ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

(I’m ultra-sorry for this PAC being ultra-late!! I’ve been in deep, intense spiritual rehab🙏🏻Also, y’all have NO idea how much psychotic psychic ‘opposition’ I was fighting to get through with this PAC! It was plain insanity at this point. If you’ve found this PAC and you resonate, please, PLEASE, take care of your spiritual wellbeing and amp up your psychic protection for next year!)

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Collectively speaking, the whole of Mankind is being prepared for a massive transformation that, hopefully, will lead to real, lasting harmony and prosperity. It is high time Mankind grew up and learnt to be responsible for the choices it makes in regards to co-Creation with the Universe. Where attention goes, aenergy goes, right?

Every man’s priority and perspective hold the power to shape—and reshape—Reality. For realz. For we are all part of that same fabric of Reality, we are constantly, with each other, co-Creating various spectrum of experiences that affect each other’s wellbeing. It’s inevitable. Your attention is what gives power to the Matrix. If you want to beat the System, you need to learn its mechanism and ultimately, stop giving your attention to Reality creation that doesn’t serve the highest good of all of Mankind.

Full Beaver Moon was on November 27. Its effects can still be felt by most peeps until at least April Fool’s next year (funny). This full moon is second to last before this year’s final Full Cold Moon on December 26, which will be in Cancer; and so the meaning of this Beaver Moon is for us to gather as much resource as possible before the cold winter.

For this Beaver Moon is in Gemini—the sign of thinking and learning—this implies gathering info, perspective, knowledge, intel as much as possible for us to study and digest all throughout winter. Sounds funny but trust me this will be SO relevant by spring next year. The aenergy I’m tapping into is super intense as the whole of Mankind is being ushered into a phase of rapid growing pains that will affect societies on a global scale.

Death of an old paradigm. Death of the 3D Self. It’s all happening. If you identify as a Lightworker or a Starseed, the message you find here could potentially be more relevant to you than most other peeps you know in your circle. You’re in gestation mode. Get ready because spring might be…weird?

It’s high time Mankind learnt to be responsible for its real power of co-Creation. Those who are more spiritually attuned have always had a craving for a freer, more authentic existence. Use this time to rest your heart, your mind, your soul, and let your Higher Self show you the way towards new avenues and grounds for things and pursuits you’ve always felt a calling to.

Even your weirdest hobbies and interests are no coincidence, hon. 2024 will probably not allow anyone to have a stagnant time—for better or worse… But you? You’re going to have a blast! I just know it🥂

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Pile 1 – Spread Your Wings and Fly Away

resource – 3 of Pentacles

I hope you acknowledge just how resourceful you are as a person. On top of that, you’re naturally courageous. If you feel like you’re not that brave, it must’ve been your environment and the people you’ve met that have dimmed that fire in you. It is now time to reclaim your authentic voice. And you need to begin with acknowledging just how much your environment is stifling your creativity and/or originality. It is only by understanding the patterns that have shaped the way you view yourself can you then unravel that false perception that, you could say, was imposed on you.

Don’t kill your inner child to please the adults around you—no matter who these adults may be (they could be your peers if you’re already an adult yourself). When you were born into this world you carried seeds of courage, creativity and invention. All of these are such precious gifts for Mankind. You were supposed to develop yourself as one of the new builders of New Earth. You may have forgotten the minute details of your blueprint, but I know that you know it in your heart of hearts that this is the truth of your reason for being born :D

recollection – XVII The Star

You’re literally the only Pile that’s gotten a Major Arcana. Surely you know you’re a Starseed? :D If you don’t, you soon will. Perhaps your parents know something about the ‘waves of volunteers’ that was quite a topic back in the 60s or 70s? (I’m not duper sure about the timeline lol) At any rate, you have a great destiny ahead of you and it is imperative that you acknowledge this of yourself first before you’re launched into initiation*. What’s that about, you ask?

Many of your latent talents that may still be offline right now will gradually be uncovered for you. Throughout 2024, I’m sure you will experience many awakenings of sort that will propel you into remembering bits and pieces of talents you had acquired in other lifetimes. All of these gifts, are your gifts to Humanity. There is a divine reason why you’ve had to work so hard for your own personal transformation before you could assist others in helping themselves transform their paradigm. OK?

respite – 10 of Cups Rx

It is rather common for Starseeds to feel like the family they were born into, isn’t the family they belong to. Many Starseeds even find themselves look quite visibly physically different from the rest of their family. There’s just something there that seems to act as a bridge between your entire existence and theirs. You don’t think the same way; your moralities totally clash; the essences of your values are worlds apart; and so on. You’re right, these people aren’t the people you’re meant to call ‘family’. Their only purpose is to show you how ‘crazy’ develops in people, all for you to learn to navigate it and put an end to generational curses on Planet Earth. And thus it begins at ‘home’.

I have a feeling that for many of you reading this, there is an elder in your family—a much older elder—whom you could actually talk to, who would be able to share information about circumstances surrounding your birth or the bloodline you are born into. In another scenario, this person may not be older but simply possesses immense knowledge pertaining to your raison d’etre or even Life Purpose. In yet another scenario, it may not necessarily be a family member but rather, a teacher, a divine someone you meet serendipitously, or some random-ass wise Boomer you watch on YouTube who holds ideas and perspectives that make you feel seen and validated.

The period from this Full Beaver Moon until at least April next year may involve a lot of healthy grieving. Let yourself feel those emotions and feel Human. You deserve a safe space to be yourself and see all your dreams manifest. You’ve got this, OK? One day you will be serving the Light by sharing your stories😊

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*I’ve included further technical interpretations of what this ‘initiation’ means for Lightworkers and Starseeds in the bonus content🐛

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Pile 2 – Where Have You Come From and Where Are You Going, Dear Traveller?

resource – 7 of Cups Rx

In your childhood, I feel like you were forced to grow up faster than your peers. Your environment was not exactly friendly to the dreams and imaginations of a child. So you grew up to become practical, pragmatic and responsible rather quickly. But it was really hard to grow up like that because you, the real you, are a visionary. A visionary is someone who has many dreams and wild ideas, and in the right environment, a quality like that would’ve been much, much more celebrated! In the wrong environment, a dreaminess such as that is stifled.

This FM in Gemini invites you to revisit this dreaminess of yours because in your imaginations and daydreams lies the map of your Soul. Where have you come from and where are you going, dear visionary? Understanding your place in the world helps you gain insight about your Life Purpose, so to speak. What gifts have you brought into this world to share with Humanity? What challenges have you come face to face that have shaped your unique skills and perceptions?

recollection – 6 of Cups

Your home environment, your family and society have shaped the person that you are. It is important to understand your ‘roots’, kinda, so you know your strengths and weaknesses when standing in the midst of society. The rich kid from the upper echelons of society will possess skills and knowledge the poor kid from the hood wasn’t fed with. But likewise, the poor kid from the hood will possess perspectives and street smarts that are very unique in comparison to the shielded experiences of most privileged kids. Something like that.

One is not necessarily superior to the other. It’s mostly about understanding where you’ve come from and where these experiences, skills and perspectives could get you. Know your own uniqueness and use that to serve Humanity as you use that to take care of yourself and those you care about. A true sense of success can only come from being useful to other people, for the most part…unless you’re a psychopath XD

respite – King of Pentacles

You have so many natural talents that could make you money, that much I’d like to reaffirm. But more importantly than money, it’s that you have such a strong penchant for true leadership. If you work with your Throat chakra, you could become a very appealing public speaker. You could convince people to join your causes. But to become a true leader of the new world, you must possess good morality, so don’t forget to take care of your Solar Plexus and Heart chakras, so you don’t fall into the trapping of manipulation through speech.

Honestly, I think you are such a good person in spite of all the mental/psychological hardships you’ve had to grow up with. Calm your nerves down and enjoy slow moments with, idk, camomile tea or lavender bath, every now and then? Relaxation practices like breathing meditation, or even just fixing your sleeping pattern/schedule, could help you get in touch with your inner child again and I feel that this is something that will be important for you throughout this winter☃️Everything about your Life will become a lot clearer by spring, trust that😉

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Pile 3 – Let the Past Die and Live on For Your Soul Tribes

resource – 3 of Cups

Honey, it’s time for you to rejoice. You’ve been through so much disappointment, so much heartbreak, and people have betrayed and abandoned you, and you’ve come through nevertheless. Surely that deserves some kind of karmic reward? Your Spirit Guides, your Soul Family, are applauding you for all you’ve been through. I think you’ve worked hard on yourself. Releasing yourself from past pains, distancing yourself—to the best of your ability—from toxic people and environments, and you’re about ready to serve your Dharmic Purpose.

I know many of you reading this will resonate with having worked on transmuting a lot of generational karma, but plenty of you tapping into this reading have even worked on transmuting geological karma and curses. The geographical location you were born into or the race you were born into, collectively speaking these kinds of things also carry generational curses based on terrible things that have happened on that location. I’d like you to know that you’ve done so much just by existing! You are the magic, the miracle that you’ve been hoping to see in the world🐣

recollection – Page of Pentacles

You’re an individual of many talents, but I’m sure there’s like 2 or 3 things you’re INSANELY good at. Do you know what they are? If you focus all of your aenergy on just these few main talents, you will literally shift your whole Reality to a much higher bandwidth! Try it. By focusing on just these few main pursuits, I sense you will be attracting your Soul Tribes at a much faster rate. I’m seeing these pulsating energetic vortexes that represent you and your Soul Tribes currently incarnate on Earth. These vortexes are spinning and expanding so rapidly that you and your Soul Tribes are magnetising each other into your morphogenetic fields—essentially, your Realities.

You and your Soul Tribes literally have unique missions on Earth and when you meet and collab, everything is going to make sense for you. These seemingly different groups of people are doing things (or exist in industries) that are similar to your own interests and visions for the world. I sense you may have felt a calling to be part of a certain industry and you’ve been studying and preparing yourself for that. ATTENTION! THIS. IS. NOT. RANDOM. You are being manifested by that industry if anything LMAO You have a place there so keep going!🌾

respite – 2 of Cups Rx

With all of that said, let this reading be your confirmation that you can make the choice to die to everyone and everything that doesn’t align with this vision in your mind that you know comes from your Soul. Be a ghost. Hustle in quiet. Don’t spill the beans until they are ready for planting. And when you plant, plant with your Soul Family and not those who are only pretending to be there for you so they can take advantage of you later!

Connections with your real Soul Tribes are going to feel effortlessly uplifting on top of being respectful of boundaries. Interactions and exchanges with your real Soul Tribes are never going to make you feel icky. Trust your gut instinct when you feel that someone you’ve come to trust is probably manipulating you with kind or sweet words imbued with some dishonourable intent. You’re probably right but let’s not take chances; you’ve had enough, so keep your brains about you, too. Best to use this time to build—or rebuild—your world of everything that makes Life worth living🎂

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could you do another hate sex yj?? and could it have loads of banter and verbal teasing?? literally love your stuff soooo much

a/n: yes! I actually have an idea for this! and thank you sm!!

synopsis: Being part of the The Titans means putting your life at risk for Jump City. Defeating villains and putting them behind bars should be the hardest part, but it's actually your own team member that drives you insane.

notes/warnings: MDNI 18+, teen titans AU, fem!reader, reader is called 'Raven', elements of drugging, heat, dom-ish!reader, foot job (sorry), monster fucking I think? I dunno if it counts lmao, bondage (m!rec), tentacles (I had to), throat fucking (m!rec), light chocking (m!rec), PIV/no protection, creampie

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You should have known tonight's mission wasn't going to go well. There was an ominous atmosphere as the team carried out their assignments. Being gifted with psychic abilities, you can feel the emotions of those around you. That empathic ability was both a blessing and a curse. The one time you decided to ignore it was the one time you needed to listen to it the most.

Deathstroke had anticipated the attack. He laced the area with drugs and gasses that left the five of you weak, and incapable. Your power was uncontrollable as you were filled with raw fear. The only person you had to rely on was Beastboy who was trapped in the same room as you.

That alone was a trap in itself.

Black tendrils whipped around you viciously. Your power smacked and tried to break through the walls, but they seemed impenetrable. If you were in your right mind, you could easily find a way out. 

"Fuck Raven! You're gonna get us killed!" Beastboy ducked and covered his head as your magic continued to act recklessly. You ignored him, beating at the room. The rest of the team members were most likely separated, and you'd be damned if anything happened to them.

It's now you grow tired that your legs give out from under you. You collapsed on the hard ground, your black magic quickly dissipating. Beastboy rushed to your side and cursed, "Shit. If you would have just calmed down-"

"Calm down!?" The room shook with your voice. "How the fuck can I calm down when our friends are out there and we're in here? You don't get it Yeonjun, I can feel it. They're scared, and alone. We can't sit here and-"

Yeonjun cut you off with a growl, "I never said I wanted to sit here. If you knew how to fucking control yourself we could have found a way out!" Despite trying to keep a level head, Yeonjun could feel the terror in his chest. Watching you, who's usually composed, freak out did little to help. 

"Oh fuck you! You say 'we,' but I always save our asses. You've been doing bat shit to help!" It probably isn't wise to further engage in arguing, but you don't have the patience otherwise. With the gas you both inhaled and the fear you feel, it's impossible to think rationally.

You can see the veins that pop out from under Yeonjun's green skin as he yells back. "How do you expect me to help when you're whipping those things around like a madman!? While you were going crazy I found something."

The retort dies in your throat, "Found something?"

"Yes," Yeonjun sounds exasperated. "I think we're in Deathstroke's lab. Found some potions and shit." He pulls a small vial from his pocket, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. The clear bottle swooshes with pink liquid inside, words scribbled on it.

You look at the bright color curiously, "What's it say?" He shrugs, "Beats me. I think it's his own language or whatever." Without saying more, he pops the cork off and raises it to his lips. "Bottoms up."

"Beastboy!" 

He swallows and grimaces at the taste, burping. "I said to call me Yeonjun."

"You idiot!" The fire in your chest flames once again. "Do you even know what you drank?" Rather than seeming upset, Yeonjun flashes his sharp canines at you. It's better to watch you grow furious at him than be scared. Even if you look at him with rage in your eyes, it's better than seeing the overwhelming panic.

"Nope," he pops the 'p'. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

You scoot a few inches away from him, waiting for disaster to strike. Will he go ballistic? Maybe he'll explode. Now that you're thinking about it, that potion was awfully pink. Maybe that'll be his new skin color.

Rather than turning into a flamingo, he remains the same hue. Yeonjun's lip twitches and his pupils dilate. His heart rate increases and it suddenly feels much too hot in the room. Your empathetic power picks up on this. Even if you don't physiologically react the same, you can taste the thickness in the air. An intense sense of excitement pools in your stomach, your chest. 

You snatch the vile from Yeonjun's hands. That fucking moron, you groan internally. It wasn't Deathstroke's secret language, it was Latin.

"Eros libido," you read the scribbled words. "Fuck."

"Libido?" Yeonjun's sweaty face looks confused. "The game with the stick?"

"No, you- oh my god. That's limbo. Libido is....nothing. How do you feel?" You quickly change the subject. The potion must be strong. If Yeonjun felt it in mere seconds and you felt the effects soon after, you can only imagine how it'll progress. 

"I feel...restless? I dunno just...like I wanna do something?" He speaks unsurely. The hair on his neck raises and so does a muscle underneath his pants apron making eye contact with you. "Oh shit," his eyes go wide. "S-stop looking at me!"

Yeonjun stands up abruptly, running to the corner of the room. He knows this feeling now. The warmth in his body, the feeling of unfiltered desire, the ache in his cock. He's in heat. Yeonjun could try and play human all he wants, but he still has animal DNA in him.

His raw lust filters into you. It hits you like a ton of bricks and you feel like discarding your cloak. 

"You stupid fuck," despite being aroused, you attempt to turn it into anger. "Who drinks a potion in a language they don't know when they're trapped?" Standing to your feet, you stomp to Yeonjun who's shriveled on the ground. 

He groans your name out, "Don't get close to me please."

You ignore him, throwing your purple cape on the ground and flipping Yeonjun to his back. His eyes are full-blown wide, he's drooling helplessly, and his dick strains painfully against his pants. You scoff, pressing a foot on his erection, "You look so pathetic."

Yeonjun's entire body keens at your touch. His hands reach down and grip your ankle. He means to throw your foot off of him, but instead, he pushes your heel harder against his cock. Yeonjun whines and thuds his head down on the ground roughly. How hates how good it feels, hates that he'd beg to cum from your shoe even if it was beyond shameful. 

Rather than pulling away, you let him hump your foot. Your boots are latex, so it's easy to feel his clothed erection against you. "Fuck, you're really hard huh?" There's a sick sweetness in your voice Yeonjun's not used to. 

He nods mindlessly, "I'm sorry. Mmm fuck, I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I thought- shit! -I thought it would make me stronger." Yeonjun pants through his sentences. His eyes are crazed, but he manages to speak through it. "I'm such an idiot. Fuck fuck fuck.." You can see tears slip from the corner of his eyes. He bites down on his lower lip to keep from being so loud. After all, how can a mere foot make him feel this good?

"Are you crying?"

Yeonjun whines at your harsh tone. "It hurts..." he speaks in a small voice. 

You tear your foot from his grasp. Yeonjun violently sobs, he is so close. He's about to beg you to let him use your foot when you kneel. He watches in shock as you button his tight pants, yanking them to free his cock.

"Oh," You're in shock. Calling Yeonjun big would be an understatement. The shaft darkens as your eyes trail to the very tip of his dark green head. It's a stark contrast from the white pre-cum that dribbles from his slit. The cold air makes Yeonjun twitch and groan, at least the confines of his pants had given him pressure. 

You don't think when your hand reaches out to grab the base. Even with two fists, the tip would peek out with a few more inches. Desire pools in your stomach. You quickly try to blame it on Yeonjun's condition. This isn't your own emotions, you're just reading his. It's strong, and it's affecting you.

That's all.

That's all, you tell yourself when you move to hover on top. That's all, you think when you move the sticky crotch of your leotard to the side. "That's all," you murmur when you grind yourself on his cock. It's warm, it twitches, it leaks. Begging to be put where your legs ache. You expect Yeonjun to start pleading, crying to let him fuck you.

He knows better though. Talking would ruin the headspace you're in. It would make it real, make it a permanent memory that Yeonjun was inside you. The same person who went out of his way to make piss you off, to watch your turn red from anger.

And you're going to let him.

It's not until you sink down on him that he squeaks. His cock stretches you out fully, forcing your walls to mold into his shape. You groan and place your hands on his torso, pushing yourself deeper and deeper. Your legs quiver and your stomach flips when you feel him kiss your cervix. You've fully seated yourself on him, letting your cunt convulse and squeeze around his length.

"Fuck!" Yeonjun can't help himself as his hands find your waist. He moans your name, over and over until he's started drooling again. "You're so tight. Fuck me, please fuck me. I can't move, I-"

Black tendrils come out of your back without you needing to think. One shoves itself inside Yeonjun's mouth, cutting his needy demands off. Another two grab his wrists and pull them away from your hips, pinning them above his head. 

You pick your hips up and slam down. There's a loud squelch from where you connect, and you can hear Yeonjun's muffled moans as the appendage forces itself down his throat. 

"Shut." You drop your weight on his dick. "Up." And you do it again. His dick drags against your soft walls, a hot sensation slowly building inside you. "You can't do shit right." Your hands reach up to wrap around his neck. You can feel how your magic moves inside his mouth. How Yeonjun's gags and drools around the dark appendage. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and there's a light flush on his cheeks from the lack of oxygen. 

"I have to do everything for you," you seethe. "Useless." Your hips move in circles, letting Yeonjun's cock explore every part of you. "Can't even fuck me. I always do all the work, and you just lie there and take it." 

Yeonjun can't disagree. It feels too good to let you use him. To force his throat open, to hold him down while he writhes in unbelievable pleasure. You're so warm, cunt terribly hot it makes him squirm. It's better than he could have possibly imagined. Your pussy perfectly fits onto his cock, it squeezes him in all the right ways that he's surprised he's lasted this long. 

You scoff at his fucked out state, somewhat jealous. Yeonjun gets to fuck up consistently, yet he still reaps all the rewards. 

"I hate you," you moan out. The warmth in your belly doubles. Your pussy has drenched his cock with cream and slick. It makes it easy to slide in and out, to fuck yourself on him without worrying if Yeonjun will split you open. 

Yeonjun frantically shakes his head, trying to free himself of your magic. You slow your hips and oblige, your back magic pulling away from his mouth. 

His lips are swollen, red, and wet. He coughs and gasps for air. "Again," he chokes out. "Tell me you hate me again."

"I can't stand you," your grip tightens around his neck. "I hate that you mess everything up. I hate that you bother me." Your hips have a mind of their own. Bouncing and dragging themselves along his length. "I hate your voice. I hate how you look at me." You curse when his hips buck him uncontrollably. He starts meeting your thrusts, clear that he'll finish soon. 

Yeonjun only moans at your horrible confessions. His wet eyes look up at yours almost endearingly. "I hate you too," he moans out. "I hate how mean you are to everyone. I hate- ahhh shit, I hate that I can't stop thinking about you. I hate that I dream about you. I hate your skin, I hate your eyes." 

You moan at his cruel words. Your body leans down on top of his, lower body moving with intent. Your hands steady themselves on his green chest, squeezing and pinching the skin there. 

"I fucking hate everything about you."

Then you cum. Waves and pleasure and hot spurts flooding your pussy and his cock. You rock against him until you feel his cock twitch. Yeonjun's arms have gone numb from their positions, but he tugs against the restraints nonetheless. He wants to squeeze to plump flesh of your ass, he wants to leave your body with marks. He wants to remember, wants you to remember how you let him have you. 

His cum pours inside you, moaning and thrusting animalistically in your ear. Yeonjun snarls when your walls tighten around his girth again, milking his cock for all it has to give. He fucks up into you lazily, trying to ride out his high.

The overwhelming pleasure tugs at your stomach and sends your body on overdrive as multiple black points sprout from your body. They stab at the ground below you, the walls beside you. Yeonjun would have been terrified had he not just orgasmed. Instead, he smiles at your violent response, looking at the damage to the room.

A ray of pale light pokes through the roof where your magic has pierced it. He squints at the hole, making sure it doesn't disappear. Yeonjun shouts in excitement. You jump at the noise. Yeonjun nods in the direction and you follow his line of sight. Sure enough, you see the same beam of moonlight shining down. You look back at him, a mere breath away, 

You smile.

The sight makes Yeonjun shiver, his limp cock twitches inside you. He quickly replaces his look of awe with false confidence, flashing his sharp teeth. "Told you that potion would help."

a/n: this actually took me so long to write. no idea where I was goin with it. I had a lot of different plot ideas, but I decided to do this one. please tell me how you liked it! it's defo new to me lmao in case you're wondering! this is how I planned on doing the characters: robin- Taehyun starfire - Kai cyborg - soobin beastboy - yeonjun raven - reader deathstroke - beomgyu

[psychics4unet]

Will You Meet Your Future Spouse in 2025? Find Out NOW! 💖🔮

Instructions: Look at the 3 images of the piles below. Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. Trust your intuition and select the one that resonates with you the most. Once you have made your choice, scroll down to read the description for the pile you selected.

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Pile 1:

The first card drawn is The Lovers 💕. This card is all about deep connections, soulmate energy, and significant choices in relationships. It suggests that there is a strong possibility of meeting your future spouse in 2025, as the card highlights love, connection, and decisions that guide you to your soulmate.

The second card is The Empress 🌸. This card represents nurturing energy, growth, and abundance. It’s a powerful sign of fertility and creation, not only in a literal sense but also in terms of creating the space for love and a new chapter in your life. The Empress signifies that you are ready to welcome someone into your life, and it aligns with the idea of manifesting your future spouse.

The third card is The Knight of Cups 🏇💖. This card represents someone who is on a quest for love, often indicating the arrival of a romantic partner who will sweep you off your feet. It aligns with the energy of love being near and indicates that 2025 might be a year where a new romantic chapter begins, with someone offering their heart to you.

Together, these cards strongly suggest that 2025 holds the potential for a significant love connection, with a soulmate-like energy surrounding you. The Lovers indicate that a meaningful choice will guide you to your future spouse, The Empress shows that you are in a place to welcome them, and The Knight of Cups points to an incoming romantic offer. You’re in a good place to meet your future spouse!

Pile 2:

The first card is The Fool 🦋. This card represents new beginnings, adventure, and stepping into the unknown with trust and excitement. It shows that 2025 could bring a fresh start in your love life, where you may meet someone new or take a leap of faith toward love.

The second card is The Four of Wands 🎉. This is a card of celebration, stability, and union. It is often associated with engagements, marriage, and milestones in relationships. The presence of this card suggests that your future spouse could appear in 2025, and it may be the year where a solid foundation is built for a lasting commitment.

The third card is The Page of Pentacles 💰. This card represents someone with ambition, a strong sense of responsibility, and a solid approach to building a future. This suggests that the person you meet in 2025 may come with a grounded, practical nature, and the relationship could start off steady, with long-term potential.

Taken together, the cards suggest that 2025 is a year full of new opportunities for love, stability, and commitment. The Fool suggests a fresh start, The Four of Wands indicates the possibility of a significant commitment, and The Page of Pentacles shows that the person you meet will have strong intentions for the future.

Pile 3:

The first card is The Magician 🔮. This card represents manifestation, power, and bringing desires to life. The Magician shows that you are in a place of strength, ready to manifest your ideal partner. It indicates that 2025 could be the year where you finally align with the energy needed to attract your future spouse.

The second card is The Ten of Cups 🏡💖. This is the ultimate card of emotional fulfillment and family happiness. It signifies that your future spouse could bring you emotional fulfillment, and in 2025, you may experience a deeper connection that could lead to long-term happiness and even starting a family together.

The third card is The Wheel of Fortune 🎰. This card represents destiny, cycles, and fate. It shows that the universe is at play in your love life, and 2025 could be the year where everything aligns. You may meet your future spouse through an event that feels destined, with the energy of fate guiding you together.

The combination of these cards suggests that 2025 holds significant potential for meeting your future spouse, with the energy of manifestation, emotional fulfillment, and fate guiding you toward the connection. The Magician shows that you have the power to attract love, The Ten of Cups promises emotional happiness, and The Wheel of Fortune brings a sense of destiny to the journey.

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[eatmangoesnekkid]

Heart and Alchemical Womb-Centered Grounded Spirituality and Leadership From The Melody of Love, Pre-View

We are in the middle of an incredibly important shift in consciousness, a real transformative time and turning of the Ages. In this new era, we either ascend or face the consequences—this is grown woman speech here.

Humanity gets to decide whether we journey towards truth, meaning increase our value so that we can ascend with Mother Earth and create what is termed “The New Earth” or stay on the path of violence, pillaging, materialism, domination, individualism, competition, sex trafficking, and senseless destruction. This world needs its Mother. Bring love, but also bring her a machete, meaning—some level of destruction and death are always necessary, but the senseless destruction, death, and complete disregard for human life are harmful to the bodies and psyches us all.

This paradigm shift requires a certain type of woman, female bodied person, or feminine soul; one who recognises the isolation, pain and destructiveness of the old ways, is ready to carve out paths to the new ways, and acknowledges the sacredness of being on this incredibly loving and rigorous journey of full aliveness within our body. If you are reading my work, I believe this woman is you and you deserve a vibrant body and lively life because you need to be in a space of full power in order to release your unique gifts. More than ever, we need courageous way showers like you who are not afraid to do their own internal and external ‘work’ in order to remain steady and grounded in the face of present and future chaos and who will continue to shine the brightest wettest light and hold space for others, no matter what. I call this archetypal frequency in female form the lover-warrior. We deeply need to love. But also need to remember how to fight..spiritually. Because when we understand who we really are, then we can favorably shift the reality, our own individual reality and the collective one. That's how powerful the feminine is.

As womb holders, even if our wombs have been surgically removed, energetically our wombs are still present and available which means that we have access to the grandest intelligence: the ability to feel… deeply. We can intuit next step directions and solutions that do not look like those same old archaic solutions.  That’s because we are natural born leaders and if you study human behavior and psychology objectively, you will realize how women have always been leaders. Males are generally and wonderfully physically stronger but females are mentally, psychically, and spiritually superior which makes us natural leaders. I do want to be clear— I’m not talking about status quo women. I am talking about awakened women. We are experiencing the results of a world built and run by men--and we have to be honest about that without ego. And men, especially, have to be more honest about what's happening. We are not to be at odds with one other or we all lose this game.

We live this robotic, unnatural, anti-nature, anti-care system that was designed by males for the wellbeing of men. . We may be female but our bodies are living in a male energy system and the result of it has been exhaustion, lack of fulfillment, burnout, heavy monthly bleed times, an increase in infertility and other female reproductive chronic issues, and the like. Everything about life, including the structure of marriage, how a typical work week is organized, the 9-5 Monday-Friday toxicity, exhausts women but gives men more energy, status, and power. As a woman of African ancestry who feels deeply connected to many parts of the global world, I always found it fascinating that even though men were out front acting as "leaders," it was the African wives behind the scenes giving direction and counsel to their husbands while holding a baby in one arm and stirring a homemade pot of stew with the other one. Any African woman knows this to be true. But the continent of Africa has massive issues and shadows, as does the rest of the entire world. The lack of true feminine energy present on the planet is making us all unwell and the earth will kick us out of here if we don’t discover better ways to align. I know women want to hear that men are the saviors just like what we read in Disney books. We fall asleep then are magically awakened by our Prince Charming who awakens us from our ignorant sleepy frequency. But, my love, these were all deliberate programs planted into the psyches of little girls that bankrupted us of our real power. Primal power.

We were lied to and all must deprogram from the scarcity, greed, and lack neurology we learned as little girls so that we can have full access to our intelligent alchemical natures and female resources to live more as magical women, divine beings, fulfilled wives/spouses, daughters, nieces, and mothers and less needy, victims, or prey.  We must get to know our feet, our calves, our legs, our hips, our pelvises, our asses, our spines, our bellies, breasts, throats, mouths, etc. Women/female bodied people are leaders (and the first teachers and healers as well) who will always give birth to new leaders no matter what. We are the ones divinely designed to midwife the New Earth through the magic of our frequency, vibration, thoughts, beliefs, and habits/action terrestrially and cosmically, and sometimes while in the embrace of a mature lover which can beautifully be a man (or not). But having a man, being with a man, in the way it is being falsely taught in male-centered women spaces online is never required and easily can separate you from the truth of your full aliveness -mainly because you are living through the programming and script and not fully conscious and accessing your entire body and its potential. And when you do, you can easily trigger a male’s fragile ego.

Ma’am, I’m going deep and wide in this book series—no tip-toeing around. A book series of love that isn't fluffy and is willing to tell the whole truth.

India Ame'ye, Author mmm-inbreath!

[elenilag]

Days of the Week

Each day of the week holds unique energies that can amplify spells, rituals, or intentions based on its planetary associations and traditional qualities. Working in harmony with the day's attributes can enhance the effectiveness of your practice. Here’s a guide to the days of the week, their meanings, and magical associations.

Each day holds distinct energies, and aligning your practices with the day’s themes can add an extra layer of intention. Whether you’re performing spells, reflecting, or setting goals, choosing the right day can bring additional power and focus to your work.

Sunday (Sun)

Focus: Vitality, success, healing, joy.

Attributes: Ruled by the Sun, Sunday is a day of brightness, positivity, and personal power. It’s ideal for self-care, confidence-building, and manifesting success.

Best for: Prosperity spells, healing, confidence, happiness, clarity, and creativity.

Colors: Gold, yellow, orange.

Monday (Moon)

Focus: Intuition, emotions, dreams, healing.

Attributes: Governed by the Moon, Monday aligns with the inner self, emotional balance, and psychic awareness. It’s ideal for reflection, dreamwork, and connecting with intuition.

Best for: Psychic work, emotional healing, intuition, dream interpretation, self-reflection.

Colors: Silver, white, light blue.

Tuesday (Mars)

Focus: Courage, strength, protection, action.

Attributes: Ruled by Mars, Tuesday brings energetic, assertive, and protective qualities. It’s a good day for taking decisive action and setting boundaries.

Best for: Protection spells, courage, physical strength, overcoming obstacles, asserting personal power.

Colors: Red, black.

Wednesday (Mercury)

Focus: Communication, intellect, learning, travel.

Attributes: Ruled by Mercury, Wednesday is about mental clarity, quick thinking, and clear communication. It’s ideal for study, networking, and enhancing focus.

Best for: Learning, communication, travel spells, improving focus, social interactions, and mental clarity.

Colors: Yellow, gray, blue.

Thursday (Jupiter)

Focus: Abundance, luck, expansion, wisdom.

Attributes: Governed by Jupiter, Thursday carries the energies of prosperity, generosity, and success. It’s ideal for setting long-term goals and attracting good fortune.

Best for: Prosperity spells, career growth, luck, wisdom, abundance, and business success.

Colors: Royal blue, purple, green.

Friday (Venus)

Focus: Love, beauty, pleasure, harmony.

Attributes: Ruled by Venus, Friday is a day for celebrating love, friendship, beauty, and creativity. It’s a good day for love spells, beautification, and enhancing relationships.

Best for: Love spells, self-care, beauty, relationships, pleasure, and creative expression.

Colors: Pink, green, white.

Saturday (Saturn)

Focus: Protection, cleansing, banishing, discipline.

Attributes: Ruled by Saturn, Saturday brings grounding, discipline, and the energy to release or protect. It’s perfect for banishing, releasing, and setting up boundaries.

Best for: Protection spells, banishing, endings, meditation, grounding, binding, and clearing negativity.

Colors: Black, gray, dark blue.

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Zutara - Alter Egos

Zuko and Katara were in their blue spirit and painted lady attire. They found Ozai at the location where they found the killer Katara and Sokka's mother.

Ozai: "You could not live with you're own failure, where did that bring you? Back to me."

Katara: "We know who you really are."

Ozai: "Oh? Then tell me who I am?"

Katara: "You didn't just kill my father and hurt your own son. You're the monster who instigated the 100-year war! You are Vaatu!"

Vaatu: "Surely a peasant who commits ecoterrorism in a hat ropes, and body paint, (looks to Zuko) and a son of mine who scrambles through rooftops at night in a blue mask and broad swords, wouldn't begrudge me dual identities."

Zuko: "Why did you lure us here?"

Vaatu: "I figured you'd appreciate the callback. This is where you met the killer of you're mother, isn't it? You had the chance to end him but didn't, you still wonder if you made the right choice. I guess it doesn't matter now because I've finished him and the only family he has left. Their souls are mine, which means you speak to the killers of both you're parents at the same time."

Katara: "You will pay for everything you've done, monster!"

Vaatu: "Will I? I possess the powers of the Sun, Earth, Ocean, and Moon spirits, the very source of you're power. You know who's next on the menu."

Zuko: "(Brings out swords) You're not going anywhere near Appa!"

Vaatu: "Well, then try and stop me."

They both move in on an attack but are stopped by psychic bloodbending.

Vaatu: "Pitiful."

He slammed them to the ground and places them in a kneeling position. He walked behind Zuko.

Vaatu: "Did you that once you've combined bloodbending and chi-blocking arts, you could create a substitute for energybending to nullify a bender's bending permanently?"

He places his hand at the back of Zuko's neck and places other hand on his forehead

Katara: "(Shouts in horror) ZUKO!"

Vaatu lets him go and his body plops on the ground, he goes to Katara next.

Katara: No! no! Please don't!

Vaatu grabs hold of her neck and pulls her head back to see her neckless, he rips off the neckless.

Katara: "(Tearfully) No! Stop! Please! Don't do this! Please!"

He lets go of her neck and places his hand on her forehead. Close shot of Katara's eyes. When her eyes close, the shot zooms out as Katara's voiceless scream is heard. She plops on the ground as well. Vaatu takes a closer look at Katara's neckless, crushes it with his hand, and lets the tiny pieces fall over Katara's face.

Vaatu: "Once again, you have failed. It's you're kind's destiny to fail and die by my hands."

Zuko: "Then what are you waiting for? KILL US!"

Vaatu: "Nothing would be more joyful to me but perhaps you can be of some use to me. I suggest a trade. Raava can have you back in exchange for the souls of the sky spirit and its final bison manifestation. Every day Raava refuses, someone else will die, starting with you."

[talonabraxas]

🔹The Sirians🔹 Talon Abraxas 

Embracing Your Sirian Starseed Gifts & AbilitiesOnce you uncover your origins as a spiritual being from Sirius, you can consciously begin activating, honing, and embodying your innate gifts. Here are some Sirian starseed abilities you can cultivate:

Energy Healing & Channeling Many Sirians are powerful natural healers and channels attuned to higher frequencies. Develop your abilities through Reiki, pranic healing, quantum touch, aura cleansing, chakra balancing, crystal healing medicine, or trance channeling.

Clairvoyance & Clairaudience Clear seeing, clairvoyance, hearing divine guidance clairaudience, and sensing energies or intentions are common Sirian traits. Strengthen your psychic perceptions through divination tools like Tarot, crystals, runes, or pendulum dowsing.

Astral Projection Sirian lightbodies are well-designed for out-of-body travel, lucid dreaming, and astral projection. Keep a dream journal and practice OBE techniques before sleeping to access the astral dimension.

Mediumship Many Sirians can easily connect with spirits, angels, extraterrestrials, and higher-dimensional beings. However, caution is required when opening up to receive ESP or mediumship experiences.

Manifestation Sirians can instantly manifest needs through intention and holding a high vibration. But beware of ego-based desires. Meditate deeply on your true soul desires and use visualization techniques to magnetize them into reality.

Transmutation As alchemists, Sirians can transmute lower energies into higher frequencies using spiritual practices and their crystalline auras. Develop personal rituals to purify spaces, thoughts, or situations.

Interdimensional Travel Advanced Sirians are masters of interdimensional travel and technologically advanced crafts. However, most starseeds are here to raise Earth’s vibration, not escape it. Stay grounded in your incarnation but do visit home through meditation.

By exploring your metaphysical gifts, you more fully inhabit your Sirian higher self and courageously fulfill your sacred spiritual mission on Earth. You chose this path before incarnating, and every experience is now activating your remembrance.

[separatist-apologist]

Cowboy Like Me

Never thought I'd meet you here

Summary: When Nesta is stranded in rural Montana, she finds herself rescued by an unlikely pair.

Day 1 of @sjmromanceweek: Meet-Cute

Also, check out this art of Cowboy Cassian from @melphss

Read on AO3

Nesta was in hell. 

Who got married in Montana? Montana seemed like the sort of place you exiled people to die in lonely misery. She didn’t give a fuck about all the open sky, the clean air, or the nature that quite literally ambled up to her rental car looking for a snack. Nesta wasn’t built for this sort of life and maybe it said something about her that she couldn’t imagine anyone else who was.

She’d made a mistake, though. When she’d rented her airbnb, she’d just assumed it was an actual home, like the pictures had depicted, and not some ramshackle hovel with a literal hole in the ground for shitting.

For fifty dollars a night, she supposed she deserved that. Nesta thought that maybe she also deserved her twisted ankle. Heels on a gravel road had been an obvious mistake—was she supposed to go barefoot? She hadn’t brought anything else. Nesta emitted a soft scream of hatred for this new, cheerful place before propping herself up on the hood of her car to look at her swelling ankle.

All this for a wedding. The minute Nesta managed to get back into her car, she was going to book a flight home and block this friend forever. Why was she even trying to have friends outside of Gwyn and Emerie, besides? Nesta maneuvered her phone from her black skirt pocket only to find that of fucking course she didn’t have service.

She screamed again, irate with the whole endeavor.

“All right, ma’am?” a masculine voice called. Nesta whipped her head to the side of the long, gravel drive, intending to give that busybody man the middle finger for his trouble.

She hesitated. To start, the man in question was astride a large black horse. She had no quick comeback for a man who was pulling towards her shiny red sedan like he’d stepped straight out of eighteen forty six. 

He swung one of his long, powerful legs off the creature with ease, revealing himself to be at least six foot-five. Nesta had never considered herself a small woman, standing at five-nine without heels, but as he approached, his rough stubbled face hidden beneath the brim of his cowboy hat, Nesta felt positively dainty. 

He swept his hat off his head and Nesta wished he hadn’t. Holding it against the blue and green flannel of his shirt, he was like something out of a magazine ad for country living. Warm brown skin, hazel eyes, and dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders was a lethal combination on this man. His chiseled jaw, the stubble grazing his cheeks, and his rough features made Nesta think he had no trouble picking up women.

And that irked her, even as she swallowed with desire. He was absurdly stunning, the absolute dream of anyone hoping to marry a cowboy from a long-forgotten age. Those eyes of his, framed with ridiculously long lashes, swept over her, and then her surroundings.

“Tricked, huh?” he asked in a rich, deep drawl. “You wouldn’t be the first. Won’t be the last.”

“Someone should burn this place to the ground,” she hissed, one hand still gripping her hurt ankle. 

He chuckled. “I don’t think that would stop someone from tryin’ to sell it. You hurt?” he added, his eyes falling on her ankle. 

“I twisted my foot,” she admitted. He knelt, the sight emptying out all of Nesta’s thoughts. She could only stare at his thighs, bulging in his tight jeans. His hand was large enough to wrap fully around her ankle, and ever so slowly, he pulled her foot from her scuffed black heel.

“This is your problem,” he said, holding up her shoe with a frown. 

“Well I know that now,” Nesta hissed, “you must be a psychic.”

His eyes flashed. “Can you drive?”

“No,” she admitted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I wouldn’t go around insultin’ the only person who can help…but that’s just me,” he replied. 

Nesta hesitated. “Are you a doctor?”

He snorted, rising to his feet again. His large, muscular body blocked the bright sun the way a tree might, and Nesta couldn’t pretend she wasn’t grateful.

“Cattle rancher,” he replied, “but I know a thing or two about tapin’ up a sprain. We’ll get you iced up and bandaged and on your way Miss…”

She sighed. “Nesta Archeron,” she half grumbled.

“Miss Archeron—”

“Nesta. Don’t be ridiculous.”

He smiled, setting her heart racing. “Miss Nesta, then. I’m Cassian, and I’m walkin’ towards you real slow because I don’t want to spook you.”

“Why would you—put me down right now!”

He shook his head. “And let you finish breakin’ what you started? No offense, darlin’, but carrying you is a lot safer than letting you hop on the horse—”

“Why can’t we drive?”

He looked down at her, his amusement plain. “And what would I do with Bryaxis?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Nesta breathed, gripping Cassian’s neck until her nails dug into his skin. “I’ve never been on a horse.”

“He doesn’t bite,” Cassian replied. “I’ll be right behind you.”

She couldn’t help her squeal as he hoisted her up into the fine leather saddle. Nesta’s bare thighs touched the material, spreading her legs obscenely, though Cassian didn’t seen to notice or care. He merely swung himself up behind her. He put one hand on her hip, the warmth seeping through her silken skirt, before reaching for the reins.

“What were you doing out here, anyway?”

He nodded towards a saddle bag. “Needed a few things in town.

“And you took a horse?” she replied, trying to imagine where he’d even park it.

Cassian’s laugh rumbled through his chest. “Where are you from, Miss Nesta?”

“Chicago,” she replied, well aware she was proving every city slicker stereotype true. “Have you ever been?”

She felt him shrug. “Nope. I’ve been to cities before, but not so far south.

So far south. Nesta didn’t know how to respond to that. “You’re not missing much, honestly.”

“No? Is Chicago not home sweet home?”

It was Nesta’s turn to shrug. “It’s where I live.”

If he had thoughts about that, Cassian kept them to himself. That was just as well—Nesta didn’t want to fight some stranger when she was currently on his horse, unable to even run. He’d left her shoes on top of her car and her suitcase in the trunk. Nesta was literally at his mercy, given the small, two-lane road they were currently traveling down had no hint of civilization besides the two of them. 

She’d done such a shitty job picking an airbnb. 

“What are you doin’ up here, then?” he asked after a moment. His voice had the most pleasant gravel, deep and dark like a star-flecked sky. Nesta knew she was leaning against the broad plain of his chest and found she didn’t care. 

“My friend is getting married,” she said. “I guess her fiance grew up out here.”

“Oh yeah?” he replied, an obvious smile in his voice. “Married on a ranch?”

Nesta twisted in her saddle. “Don’t you dare—”

“Lots of people rent out my barn on the edge of the property. You can stay up with me, if you need a place. I’ll charge you a real fair price.”

She rolled her eyes. “What’s that?”

“You ever mucked out a stall, Miss Nesta?”

She poked him in the ribs, turning back to face the endless expanse of cloudless blue. “Is that your thing, then? Humbling the city girl by making her clean up shit?”

“Maybe I think you’d be real pretty with a little mud on your face.”

Nesta swallowed. “I don’t do mud,” she said, looking at her immaculate nails.

“What do you do, then?” Why did he sound so suggestive? Nesta’s hands were clammy–nervous. When had a man ever had that effect on her? 

“Law,” she told him. “Corporate law.”

He made some soft, noncommittal noise that was, honestly, a lot better than a lot of the finance men she dated. Cassian acknowledged he’d heard her without feeling the need to cut her down in service of his own ego. 

“I don’t know much about that,” he finally admitted. Nesta could have kissed him for it, though she wouldn’t. 

“It’s pretty boring,” she said, earning another of his soft noises.

“I don’t believe that for a minute,” he replied. “You don’t strike me as the type to spend your time sufferin’.”

“Well…I do get to humble really rich men with a fair amount of regularity,” she admitted with a smile. His grip on her waist tightened. 

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his breath fanning against the back of her neck. She shivered, unintentionally leaning further into him. She was acting like a cat in heat over a man she’d known for fifteen minutes.

“I’ll pay,” she breathed. Behind her, Cassian went stiff.

“Pay?”

“For a room,” she clarified, wondering what he was thinking. “If you were serious about your offer, I’d pay you for it.”

“Oh, darlin’, there’s no need for that. Just a little hel—”

“I told you I don’t do dirt,” she snapped. “You can have money or nothing at all.”

“I’m not takin’ your money,” Cassian drawled. “Just keep after yourself and don’t disturb the cats.”

Her heart stuttered. “Cats?”

“Yeah. My girl just had kittens and she’s real skittish, so if you see her, be real quiet and soft.”

Nesta could have died. “What's her name?”

She wanted a cat so badly. Her landlord expressly forbade any animals at all, and Nesta was too much of a rule follower to risk a secret cat. The thought of spending three days surrounded by a mama cat and her little kittens seemed like heaven.

“Cheddar,” Cassian admitted ruefully. “She’s orange. Dad must be black, though, because half her little beans are black, too.”

A soft squeak slipped from Nesta’s throat. “Do they have names?”

“Not yet. Maybe you’ll help me out with that,” he added with what sounded suspiciously like hope. 

She didn’t dare unpack that. Not as Cassian pulled off the road, steering his steady horse down another gravel path. Untouched grass stretched for miles in every direction until the sky met mountains in the distance. 

“Your friends will be down there,” Cassian told her, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. Accident, she swore, watching the point of his finger. “But we’ll be up here. I’ll walk you down for the wedding…keep you from wreckin’ that other pretty ankle of yours.”

“Does that work on the women around here? Your folksy charm, your aw shucks—”

Cassian laughed. “Are you askin’ if being nice gets me laid?”

“Does it?”

“My good looks get me laid, darlin’.  My folksy charm, as you so eloquently put it, is just called manners outside of the city. No need to pretend.”

“You’d be surprised,” she told him dryly. Cassian merely held her close, his eyes fixated on the two story ranch just in the distance. Nesta could have wept with relief. The saddle was rubbing against her inner thigh, chafing her delicate skin and the woodsy scent of smoke and pine coming off Cassian was threatening to throw all Nesta’s good sense out the window. 

His home sprawled against the Montana countryside. Built to look as if it was made of wood—and maybe it was, for all she knew—the house had to be worth a cool million in Nesta’s estimation. She didn’t dare look over her shoulder at him, though. Didn’t dare acknowledge she knew this man wasn’t the simple, rural cattle rancher he was trying to embody. 

And Nesta certainly didn’t let him see that she was weirdly relieved. She liked an ambitious man. And unlike all the men she’d been dating back home, Cassian wasn’t slick. Nesta would have put all the money she had on Cassian being the sort who had his heart on his sleeve for all to see. She had no business thinking about that.

This wasn’t a date.

Cassian swung off his horse and gently pulled her back into his arms.

“Don’t you go runnin’ off,” he warned Bryaxis.

“Will he?”

Cassian merely shrugged as he took her up a stone laid path towards his glass and wood front door.

“If he goes anywhere, it’ll be next door to his girlfriend.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. “Your horse has a girlfriend?”

“He’s a good-looking horse. Why shouldn’t he have a girlfriend. I catch him all the time down by the fence nuzzlin’ her with his nose.”

“Like you, then?”

Cassian chuckled. “I am very single, Miss Nesta—”

“Just Nesta,” she interrupted, breathless as he brought her inside. “The Miss makes me feel like someone’s kindergarten teacher.”

“Fine, Nesta. I, unlike my horse, am very single.”

“Any particular reason?” she asked, wishing she sounded snide and not interested.

Cassian set her on a long, dark leather sofa, He swept his hat off his head as he knelt in front of her again. 

“You want to know why I’m single? Maybe I work too much,” he said softly, sliding her his hand up  and then back down her knee. “Maybe I’m a shitty kisser.”

“I’ll bet it’s the second,” she replied. Cassian’s hazel eyes met her own, a smirk curving over his sensual mouth.

“And you? Are you a shitty kisser?”

“Terribly deficient.”

“I figured,” he murmured, turning his gaze back to her swollen ankle. Cassian grabbed a red pillow from the corner of his couch to prop up her foot. “Why don’t you stay here and I’ll get us all set up, hm?”

“Okay.”

Cassian vanished long enough for Nesta to fire off several quiet texts and otherwise study his really nice home. The living room had a wall made of pointed windows, and though everything had that wood cabin aesthetic, it was cozy and cheerful and bright. She flipped through her work emails while she waited, dragging a knitted blanket off the back of the sofa over her lap. 

Was she insane for hanging out in a stranger's house? She would never have dared back home—her friends thought she was insane. And yet she was at the right place, and if Cassian wanted to hurt her, surely bandaging up her foot wasn’t necessary. She doubted his neighbors would have heard her scream if she stood outside and emptied her lungs of air.

Cassian returned nearly an hour later, balancing a glass of water and a plate in one massive hand, and her suitcase in the other.

“You got my things?” she asked him, surprised he’d bother. She’d assumed she’d have to hobble back out there for it.

“Of course, darlin’,” he replied, setting a nice sandwich and two ibuprofen down on the wood coffee table right in front of her. “Unless you plan on wearin’ that skirt the entire time? I don’t mind, but…”

Her cheeks flushed. “Thank you. That was really nice.”

He ducked his head. “Have somethin’ to eat before you take the medicine. You look like you haven’t had anything but coffee today. Pain killers won’t settle well on an empty stomach and while you’re cute, you’re not cute enough to clean up puke.”

Nesta was rendered speechless. That was for the best. Everytime he casually said something nice about her, Nesta was far too tempted to crawl into his lap and repay him for his generosity in a different sort of way. Instead, Nesta remained perfectly still while Cassian wrapped up her ankle with a beige colored bandage and pressed a bag of frozen green beans against the aching bone. 

“Keep this elevated,” he insisted, taking a spot close enough that Nesta could have scooted forward and put her head in his lap. She was far too tempted. 

“Want to watch something?” she suggested. “Or are you busy?”

“Not too busy for you,” he teased, reaching for the remote. “How do you feel about history?”

Their eyes met, and in unison, they said, “Ancient Aliens.”

Cassian smiled with satisfaction. “Fuck yeah.”

They wasted the afternoon that way. Nesta inched closer and closer until her head was propped up against his thigh. Cassian kept his arm casual against the back of the couch, unconcerned as they giggled their way through each new show. He didn’t stop until the sun dipped low, bathing the room in shadow.

“Want to help me make dinner?” he asked, his voice gruffer than before. She looked up at him.

“No eating out?”

His lips curved into a sly smile. “Are you asking to be eaten out?”

She smacked at his stomach, heart racing all the same. “You don’t seem like the cooking type. Isn’t that something for your little wife?”

“Are you offerin’?” he joked. “I accept. C’mon, lazy bones. At least come talk to me.”

“Does anything bother you?” Nesta asked, unconcerned when Cassian lifted her back into the air. She winced at the jolt of pain lancing through her ankle, though she couldn’t pretend she didn’t like the ease with which he carried her through his house. Cassian was careful, setting her atop a granite kitchen island so she could watch over his attempts at cooking.

“So tell me, Miss Nesta—”

“Just Nesta.”

“Nes,” he grinned. “Miss hot shot attorney. What do you think about my humble home?”

She looked around, pretending to survey with an arched eyebrow. “It’s a little rustic—”

Cassian’s fingers were between her ribs before she could stop him, tickling until she thrashed and gasped for a breath of air. 

“Stop it, stop—”

“Rustic,” he chuckled, pulling out a nice creuset pot and setting it atop the range. “You’ll have to work on your insults.”

“I think you just wanted an excuse to touch me,” Nesta replied. Cassian smiled.

“Maybe,” he conceded. “It’s not everyday a beautiful woman is waitin’ for me on the side of the road.”

“I wasn’t waiting. I was stuck.”

He shrugged. “Sure felt like you were waitin’ for me.”

“Maybe you were waiting on me.”

“Almost certainly,” Cassian agreed cheerfully. “Do you eat pasta?”

“I’ll eat anything,” Nesta agreed. Cassian nodded.

“You and me both, sweetheart.”

And God, but Nesta wanted to find out if that was true. Cassian had a box of recipes he’d inherited from his mother that he’d been more than happy to show her. While Nesta pulled the cards out one by one, Cassian made his own tomato sauce. She knew it shouldn’t have impressed her and still it did. 

He was nearly done when his cat, Cheddar, slunk into the room. Three black and orange kittens flopped just behind her, the third tumbling face first over the threshold from the hall to the tile. Nesta gasped.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“Where are the other four, mama?” Cassian asked his cat as she wound her way through his legs to rub against him. “What are those little demons up to?”

Nesta carefully hopped off the counter so she could scoop up one of the babies.

“Probably peeing in my boot,” Cassian grumbled, stirring his sauce with a wooden spoon. 

“Babies,” Nesta breathed, delighted when the three that had ambled in with their mother immediately bounded towards her. Her favorite, for no reason at all, was the one with the split black and orange face. She had the brightest blue eyes and when Nesta lifted her up to really look at her, the small creature meowed loudly. 

“Well now you’ve done it,” Cassian teased as Cheddar trotted over to see what the fuss was. “Be careful–mama cat has claws.”

Nesta scratched behind her ears. “Maybe for you.”

“I suppose like calls to like,” he grumbled. While he plated their food, Nesta played with the kittens until there was a snag in her skirt. Cassian offered Nesta a hand and when he pulled her up to her feet, balancing on one foot, he yanked just hard enough that she fell into his chest.

Into his lips. 

“Oh,” she whispered, unsure what to do. Cassian kept her steady with one arm, the kiss polite and chaste and just enough to make her want much, much more.

“Sorry,” he murmured, brushing a strand of her hair off her face. “Probably shouldn’t kiss the woman rentin’ one of my rooms, but…”

“It’s alright,” Nesta assured him, letting him lead her to the blocky table just outside the kitchen. It might have been awkward had Cassian not been so charming. So laid back and nice. He’d made her spaghetti and didn’t care when his cat spent the entirety of the meal winding her lithe, orange body through his feet and purring so loud Nesta felt like she was competing for his attention. 

Cassian kept the conversation going as if nothing had happened, but Nesta couldn’t get the feel of his mouth against hers out of her mind. He’d smelled crisp and clean and when her hands had pressed against his chest, he’d been all hard, toned muscle. 

“Why don’t I clean up down here, and you can get settled in your room?” Cassian suggested when Nesta had been silent a little too long. She was undressing him in her mind, and when she looked up at him, the little smile on his face made her wonder if he wasn’t aware. 

“Sure,” she agreed, if only to get out of helping with the dishes.

“I’ll carry you up,” he added, his eyes flashing. Nesta shook her head, her pride unable to stand being taken up and down the stairs.

“I can do it myself.

“Are you always this difficult?” he asked, rising to his feet. Cassian was a big man. Nesta had never felt small in comparison, had never once looked at a prospective lover and thought herself little. Cassian, though. Cassian exuded strength. In another life, he might have been a warrior prince worshiped by the masses. 

Nesta offered him a feline smile. “Maybe.” Back home, that refusal to yield would have earned her nothing good. With Cassian, though? A slow smile spread over his rugged face.

“Wouldn’t be any fun if you weren’t, I suppose. Go on then, Miss Nesta. Yell if you need me…I’ll come runnin’.”

Nesta suppressed a shiver at his sensual tone. “Is that a promise?”

He looked her up and down, his expression suddenly ravenous. If Nesta had less pride, she might have hopped over to him, pressed her hands to his chest, and let him finish what he’d started. 

“It is,” he said simply, those hazel eyes finding her face again. 

It was shree will that made her turn. As if she had something to prove. And Nesta made it all of four little hops before Cassian was coming behind her and sweeping her up off her feet. Nesta gasped, unprepared to be so close to him again.

“C’mon,” he murmured, holding her like she was something delicate.

Something fragile.

And no one thought that about her. Nesta swallowed hard, biting back the urge to snap at him. He didn’t know what she was like and maybe that was a blessing, because Nesta didn’t have to put on a show for him. She could press her head against his chest and sigh, “Thank you,” without needing to scowl, to stare him down so he knew not to ever try such a thing again.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he drawled softly, taking that first wooden step. “But I’ve got the feelin’ that back home, you’re somethin’ of a ball buster.”

Nesta tightened, her hackles raised. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No, ma’am,” he chuckled. “It’s just…I’m thinkin’ that most of those men up there don’t know how to act right when it comes to you. And because they can’t make hide or hair of you, they treat you bad. Try and break you, make you small? So you’ve gotta be real tough, don’t you baby?”

Nesta swallowed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said crisply, careful to enunciate every single syllable which she knew only proved his point. 

“That’s what I thought,” he said softly, taking her upstairs. Nesta didn’t want him to let her go. I was a strange thing, to be so seen. To be laid bare by this man she didn’t even know. 

“Don’t get mad at me for sayin’ this, but you remind me of Bryaxis—”

“Your horse?”

“He was mistreated too,” Cassian explained. “Screamed at, whipped…you name it, he endured it. But all he needed was a soft hand. A little patience. I figure you probably aren’t too different.”

“Where are you taking me?” 

Cassian had opened a bedroom door that absolutely belonged to him. The dark masculine reds and blacks of the bed were a dead giveaway, along with the half-full glass of water on a wood bedside table and a stack of books dog-eared haphazardly. A leather jacket was hung from a chair near the open closet door, and though it was dark, Nesta could see an adjoining bathroom at the far end of the room.

“Where, I think, you want to be tonight. Tell me if I’m wrong—I’ll put you somewhere else.”

“This is your room, Cassian.”

She could see he was trying not to smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Tell him he’s stupid. Tell him he’s wrong. Demand he put you back in your own room and—

“Okay,” she whispered before she could talk herself out of it.

Relief all but crumpled over his features. He murmured something that sounded suspiciously like Thank the good lord, and set her atop his neatly made bedspread.

Nerves shocked through Nesta, rendering her silent for a moment. Cassian, for his part, seemed to have realized that he, too, had her in his bed and didn’t quite know what to make of that.

“I ah��why don’t I wash up the dishes and you can take a shower?”

“That sounds good, Cassian.”

It sounded better than good, and though Nesta swore she wasn’t going to say so, she called, “Unless you think I need help in the shower?”

Cassian froze. For all his bravado, it was obvious he’d never thought he’d get this far. Nesta crawled toward the end of his bed with exaggerated slowness, holding his stare. He took a slow breath, those eyes of his darkening to almost black.

“Is it safe for me alone in there?”

The knot in his throat bobbed. “I reckon it’s not, Miss Nesta—”

“Just Nesta,” she reminded him, rising up on her knees so she could touch the hard planes of his stomach. “Do you think you could call me that, Cassian?”

“I…” his voice trailed off when her fingers found his belt and tugged. 

“You know,” Nesta continued with far more bravado than she felt, “I don’t think I’ve properly thanked you for coming to my rescue today.”

“You..” he cleared his throat. “That’s not necessary. I—Nes—”

“That’s better,” she crooned, having undone the button of his jeans. A lump was forming—hard and thick and Nesta was desperate to see what the cowboy had hidden in those black pair of briefs. 

“Nes,” he tried again, his hands resting on her shoulder. He wasn’t stopping her, and given the way his fingers curled against her, she thought he was trying very, very hard to be a gentleman.

That wouldn’t do. 

“I’d be a poor guest if I didn’t thank you,” she said, slipping past the waistband of his underwear. Nesta gasped when she curled around him—or, tried to. As she pulled Cassian out, she realized she’d need to rethink her plan to thank him with her tongue. Cassian was enormous, both thick and long. Hardly a grower, given he was still stiffening in her curled hand.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, each waiting for the other to do something. Deciding he was erect enough, she pumped him. Her fingers just barely fit around his shaft, and even with two hands she couldn’t have fully covered him. Nesta certainly wasn’t going to be able to fit him all in her throat.

But god she wanted to try. 

He exhaled a breath when she stroked him again, earning a chuckle from Nesta. “Tell me how you like it,” she murmured, softening her grip. Nesta had to hope that the cowboy liked it rough, because she wanted him to fuck her within an inch of her life. 

“Nice and slow?” she tried, making a sweet pass over that large cock of his.

Cassian shook his head, his dark tresses, whispering against his broad shoulders. What was he like out of control? 

“What about this?” she tried, pumping him harder, squeezing tighter. He shook his head again, allowing her to make a third, rougher pass. Nesta twisted her wrist against his head, her nails grazing the sensitive vein trailing his now very erect cock jutting from between two powerful legs.

“That's what I thought,” Nesta murmured, looking up through dark lashes. “Just like me.”

“Nes—” 

Nesta silenced him by taking him into her mouth. She had to use her hand to make up the difference and she didn’t care. A soft, strangled noise escaped Cassian as his fingers plunged into her hair. 

Yes.

This was what she needed. Nesta took him until she gagged, and then she took a little more, teeth grazing his sensitive skin, hand punishingly tight. Cassian moaned, tugging at her hair. Nesta sucked again, trying so hard to communicate that she could take it. He was holding back, practically shaking from the effort. 

Nesta took more of him, widening her jaw in order to accommodate the sheer size of him. That was all it took. Cassian made a rough, snarling sound, pushing her off him.

“You’re a lady,” he panted, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. 

Finally.

“And in my house, ladies come first,” he continued, eyes flashing as he shrugged out of that shirt. Nesta swore softly at the sight of all that gleaming, corded muscle. Nesta had never seen someone so effortlessly toned, so big.

Powerful.

“I seem to recall something about eating out,” she said breathlessly, swallowing hard when Cassian prowled toward her.

“I haven’t forgotten, darlin’,” he promised, hovering over her with his unbuttoned jeans and a smile that made Nesta’s heart race. “But first, I think I’m owed a kiss.”

“Just one?” she asked as his lips ghosted over her own.

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he said, sliding his hand around the back of her head. Nesta had only her ripped dress between them, which provided no protection against Cassian when he pressed the weight of his body against her. 

In another life, she might have kissed him nice and slow—teasing it out, exploring him thoroughly. Right then, though, Nesta thought she might explode if she didn’t have his mouth directly on her, his tongue stroking, thrusting, tasting. He was just as excited, grinding himself into her while she pulled at the strands of his hair.

He tasted like snow kissed wind, somehow. Like the crackling of a fire and a frosted window—like some memory she’d long forgotten. Nesta dug her nails down the back of his neck and against his shoulder blades until he bucked into her, wild and nearly unrestrained. Nesta could not remember the last time she’d wanted someone the way she wanted him.

“Off—get this—off,” Cassian panted between messy, hungry kisses. He was pawing at her dress, trying to figure out how to take it off. Nesta arched her back into his chest, earning matching moans from them both as she yanked down the zipper

Nesta would never know how she managed to get that dress off her body given Cassian never stopped his frantic kissing. Nor did she figure out how her bra joined her clothes on the floor. She only realized she was nearly naked when Cassian licked down the column of her neck before burying his face between her breasts.

“Fuck, Nes,” he breathed, both hands covering them entirely—no easy feat, given how large they were. Cassian massaged them, callused thumbs dragging over her aching nipples until Nesta was certain she was making a mess all over his bedding. 

His mouth latched around her and Nesta was lost, ripping at his hair as her body bowed off the bed.

“Responsive,” he teased, his tongue tracing around the sensitive bud. “I wonder…”

“Cass—” she gasped when his hand made its way between her legs. Nesta writhed when he began drawing circles on her clit, teasing touches that weren’t even close to what she needed, even as he switched between her breasts, sucking and licking. She could feel it all in her pussy, like every nerve in her body was intimately connected.

She could have come from that—for the first time in god knew how long. At least, without her own hand, without assistance from a toy. Nesta couldn’t recall the last time a man had pleased her so easily, so effortlessly.

Cassian pulled back, wild and impossibly sexy. Holding her gaze, he nipped his way down her body until he found the red pair of panties still clinging to her hips.

“Aw, for me?” he teased, kissing against the fabric. “Sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

Nesta pushed herself against his face, but Cassian was still licking against the lace. 

“I’ll bet you could come just like this. Couldn’t you?”

If he was doing it? Probably. Nesta merely whined, arching when he hooked his fingers into her underwear and peeled them off her.

He whistled softly. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby. Do you know that? I feel sick at the sight of you.”

She didn’t have a chance to respond. Cassian’s tongue slid down the center of her, rendering speech impossible. Nesta reached for something to hold on to, and found his hair for purchase. Cassian groaned, the sound vibrating against her. Her thighs tightened around his face, earning another groan of pleasure. 

Cassian’s tongue was everything. She realized, after a lifetime of thinking she was just difficult to get off—too fussy, too particular, too exacting—that what she really needed was someone who knew what they were doing. Cassian had her spread apart, licking and sucking her clit with the sort of expert precision that told Nesta he liked what he was doing. 

She regretted not sucking him more. Nesta was going to come apart in record time and she knew she was going to beg him to do this again in a few hours. All weekend.

For fucking ever. 

Release was gathering on her spine, burning hotly through her blood until Nesta didn’t recognize the noises coming from her throat. Cassian, too, was rolling his hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate his own arousal. Nesta nearly stopped him, if only to have that long, thick length in her body.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Cassian pushed one of his fingers into her. Nesta tightened around him and Cassian swore at whatever he felt, though he didn’t stop. He fucked and sucked in time, working her like she was an instrument only he knew how to play. Nesta built up, up, up, until she was fucking his hand, rolling all over his face like a wild animal. 

Nesta broke apart with a scream she couldn’t control, bucking against him as she shattered into fractals of starlight. Cassian didn’t stop, riding her through wave after wave with clear, obvious excitement. It was only when pleasure became edged with pain that Nesta released the grip her thighs had around his face and Cassian came up for a deep breath of air.

“Fuck,” he said, his lips gleaming from her arousal. “Fuck, Nes—”

“Come here, come here,” she panted, scrabbling for his shoulders. Cassian obliged, kissing her frantically. His tongue was coated in the taste of her, pushed against her own. Nesta liked it, wanted more of him.

“Condom,” he breathed, finally shucking his jeans to trip over to his dresser. Nesta propped herself up on her elbows to watch, admiring his firm ass as he went. Cassian was quick about it, rolling the condom onto his cock with what she swore were shaking hands. His eyes shone, and if she didn’t know better, she would have sworn Cassian could not believe his good luck. 

“You sure?” he asked, hesitating at the end of the bed. Nesta nearly laughed, given she was spread out and still trembling from his mouth. Any other man would have jumped on her, would already be balls deep buried in her.

He was sweet, she decided.

She wanted to keep him, though she had no idea how. She’d figure it out later. “I’m sure.”

“Good,” he said with another heart stopping smile. “I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no.”

“Sure you do,” she offered in what she hoped was a sultry voice. “You’d have gone into the bathroom and used your hand.”

“That was my plan to start,” he agreed, settling between the cradle of her thighs. “But this is much better. Have I said how pretty you are?”

“Once, at least.”

“Well.” He pushed himself an inch or so into her. Nesta gasped loudly. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’.”

He’d punched all the air from her lungs. Nesta didn’t think she’d ever been stretched against anything half as large as Cassian. It was the sweetest pain that, with each shallow stroke inching him in deeper, became wholly pleasure. By the time Cassian had fully seated himself within her, a bead of sweat was trailing down his temple from the effort it took to go slow.

“Good?”

“Good,” she agreed, gripping the back of his neck for a kiss. “Cass?”

He hummed in response.

“I’m not fragile. You can fuck me, if you like.”

Cassian pulled himself out before snapping his hips so hard the headboard above them rattled. “Like that?” he grunted.

“Yes—yes, Cassian—”

He did it again, groaning loudly when she tightened involuntarily around him. This was Cassian unrestrained, his hair wild around his rugged, handsome face. His muscles bunched and shifted from the effort, held over her just enough that she could incline her had and watch his cock slide in and out of her body. 

He wasn’t finished, and Nesta already wanted to have him again. 

And again.

Cassian reached for her knees, bending them up by her shoulders to drive himself deeper. Nesta moaned, eyes rolling up into her head. The balls of her feet were pressed to his chest pushing him with each slide out, only for him to return with twice as much force. When she’d said she’d wanted it rough, well…this was exactly what she meant. 

“Nes, fuck—” he panted, eyes rolling up into his head as she came on his cock. Nesta arched hard, every muscle in her body going taut all at once. She clamped around him and Cassian came too, clearly unbidden and unprepared for the force of his own release. She wanted to drown herself in the noises he made, in the frantic thrusting of his body driving himself deeper on instinct. 

Cassian collapsed on top of her, dropping Nesta’s legs carelessly. She hissed when her bruised ankle hit the bed. 

“Sorry,” he whispered, lips against her jaw. “And I’m not, at the same time. Nesta, I…”

“I know,” she agreed, because she was certain they were thinking the same thing. Something else had happened between them, something they couldn’t so easily walk away from.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, perhaps guessing those words were never going to come easy to Nesta. “I can hear you worryin’. Baby, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Nesta brushed her fingertips against the rough stubble of his face. “Promise?”

Cassian grinned. “I promise.”

[grimoirey]

Grounding

Psychic Grounding Visualisations

Here are a variety of grounding visualizations designed to help you connect deeply with the Earth and anchor your energy. Grounding can make you feel stable, present, and energetically rooted.

These grounding visualizations help you connect with the Earth's energy and stabilize your mind, body, and spirit. You can adapt any of these to fit your personal practice or combine them with other grounding techniques you already use.

Tree Roots

Imagine strong roots growing from the soles of your feet deep into the Earth. As the roots expand, they connect you with the Earth’s core, drawing up stabilizing energy, and anchoring you firmly in place.

Mountain Grounding

Visualize yourself as a mountain, solid and unmovable. Your energy is deeply connected to the Earth, and no external force can shake your inner stability. The mountain’s strength flows through you, grounding you completely.

Earth Cord

Picture a thick cord extending from your Root Chakra down into the Earth. As the cord sinks deeper into the ground, it attaches itself to the Earth’s core, providing a direct line of grounding energy that keeps you stable and connected.

Weighted Blanket

Imagine a heavy, warm blanket draping over your body. The weight presses you gently into the ground, helping you feel secure, calm, and deeply rooted to the Earth beneath you.

Stone in the River

Visualize yourself as a large stone sitting at the bottom of a river. The water flows around you, but you remain solid and grounded in place, immovable as the current swirls past.

Root Chakra Crystal

Envision a deep red crystal glowing at your Root Chakra. As it shines brighter, it pulls your energy downward, connecting you with the stability and strength of the Earth, grounding your mind and body.

Sand Sink

Picture yourself standing on a beach, sinking slowly into the warm sand. The sand surrounds your feet and legs, anchoring you securely to the Earth, making you feel safe and rooted.

Tree of Life

Imagine yourself as the Tree of Life, with branches reaching up toward the sky and roots reaching deep into the Earth. Feel the energy of both the sky and the Earth flowing into your body, grounding you with the strength of the Earth’s energy.

Stone Pillar

Visualize a stone pillar growing up from the Earth beneath you, surrounding your body and grounding you with its weight and stability. The stone’s energy keeps you connected to the ground and unshakable.

Earth Embrace

Picture the Earth’s energy rising up from beneath you and wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. It holds you securely, keeping you grounded and connected to the energy of the planet.

Gravity Well

Visualize yourself standing in the center of a powerful gravity well. The force of gravity pulls your energy downward, anchoring you to the Earth so deeply that no amount of external force can lift you from your grounded state.

Mossy Forest Floor

Imagine walking barefoot through a forest. The cool, mossy ground beneath your feet connects you with the Earth’s energy, and each step you take grounds you more deeply, making you feel rooted and calm.

Earth Light Column

Picture a warm, glowing column of Earth energy rising from the ground and surrounding your body. As the light flows upward, it grounds your energy, pulling you down into alignment with the Earth.

Iron Roots

Envision iron roots growing from the soles of your feet or from your tailbone, sinking deep into the Earth. These roots are unbreakable, providing you with a sense of strength and unwavering stability.

Clay Sculpture

Visualize yourself as a sculpture made of clay, connected directly to the Earth. As you breathe, imagine the clay hardening, solidifying your connection to the Earth, and grounding your energy in place.

Boulder Visualization

Picture yourself sitting on a massive boulder. The boulder’s weight presses into the Earth, and as you sit on it, you feel that same weight grounding you, making you immovable and stable.

Root Chakra Magnet

Imagine a powerful magnet in your Root Chakra, pulling your energy downward into the ground. As the magnet draws energy from your body to the Earth, you feel deeply grounded, solid, and secure.

Crystal Cave Grounding

Picture yourself sitting inside a crystal cave deep within the Earth. The crystals around you radiate grounding energy that flows into your body, stabilizing your energy and connecting you with the Earth’s core.

Stone Circles

Visualize standing in the center of a stone circle. The ancient stones emit grounding energy, which pulls your own energy down into the Earth, helping you feel balanced, centered, and rooted.

Heavy Tree Trunk

Picture yourself as the trunk of a massive tree, so heavy and solid that no external force can move you. Your roots stretch deep into the Earth, providing you with a powerful, unshakable connection to the ground.

Mountain Stream

Imagine standing in a shallow mountain stream, the water cool and flowing around your legs. The energy of the Earth flows up through the water and into your body, grounding you to the rocks beneath you.

Gravity Anchor

Envision yourself dropping an anchor deep into the ground beneath you. The anchor pulls you down, securing you firmly in place and allowing all scattered energy to sink downward, grounding you completely.

Root Network

Picture yourself as part of a vast network of roots, extending deep into the Earth and connecting you to all the living things around you. This root system provides stability, balance, and a deep connection to the Earth’s energy.

Iron Core of the Earth

Visualize a line of energy extending from your Root Chakra down into the iron core of the Earth. As it connects with the core, you feel a strong pull that grounds your energy deeply into the planet’s heart.

Earth Magnetism

Imagine that the magnetic pull of the Earth is strengthening, and it’s drawing your energy downward. As your energy sinks into the ground, you feel more connected, stable, and grounded, with all external noise fading away.

[dominos-palast]

Pillow replacement

Fandom: XMen

Pairing:   Peter Maximoff x gn!reader

Characters mentioned: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Professor X

Used Pronouns: (they/them)

Warnings: none

A/N: In this story, reader is a psychic. They came from an isolated place and joined the school (here academy for some reason) not too long ago. They can use for example Telekinesis.

P.S.: This was written with a platonic relationship in mind, but you are free to perceive it however you like.

P.S.S.: This happens after the events of Apocalypse (2016) (Scott and Jean are teenagers and Quicksilver decided to stay at Xavier’s School)

Summary: Reader can’t sleep without hugging something. When the other kids use all the pillows to create a fortress of pillows in the academy, reader has to improvise. Word Count: 4k

Peter lay comfortably on his bed while reading some comic book he took from Scott’s room when he wasn’t around. He had his headphones on and was listening to Floyd at full volume. Because of this, he missed the knocking on the door.

He looked up and took the headphones off. “It’s basic manners to knock before you enter, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind you.

“I can hear the music from over here. Why don’t you turn the volume down before you become mute.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled. “You mean deaf?”

You sighed at the realisation. Peter just grinned and slowly incorporated himself, leaving the comic and the headphones on the bed.

“Let me be. I’m too tired to think right now.” You pinched your nose bridge while still holding onto the door knob. Your eyelids were heavy from fatigue.

“Oh yeah, you weren’t around for breakfast. We should prohibit missions before 9 A.M.” He looked into the distance dramatically, remembering the many times he had been forced to wake up in the early morning hours to rescue civilians from burning buildings and such. Why couldn’t people blow buildings up in the afternoon?

“Why don’t you take a nap, though?” He ended up asking.

“That’s why I am here. The other kids are doing some massive fort out of pillow in the living room, and they took mine as well, and you know I can’t sleep without hugging something.”

“You didn’t fight for your beloved pillows? That sure is out of character.” He smirked teasingly.

“Last time I did, I ended up getting scolded by the Professor for sticking them to the wall with my powers. Anyway, would you lend me some-”

He grabbed the bag full of dirty laundry he had been leaning on. “Mine were also taken.”

You groaned displeased, and were about to leave the room when he quickly added, “You could use me as a pillow.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him, throwing a deadly glance. You saw him flinch.

“Nevermind, I wouldn’t qualify as a pillow anyway…huh?”

Peter didn’t know how to react to you dragging your feet in his direction. You took off some layers from your outfit and threw them on the ground without a care in the world. Then you climbed onto the bed. Finally, Peter snapped out of his confusion and smirked to himself, laying his head on the bag packed with laundry and spreading his arm so he could embrace you as you laid your head on his chest. You hugged his waist and put a leg on him, just as if he was a pillow. He looked down at you happily and made sure you felt comfortable. Then he squeezed you gently.

“I thought you wanted to hang me for offering you myself. You really must be tired to have accepted my request.” He admitted.

“I will hang you if you don’t shut it, speedy boy”, You replied, your eyes already closed.

He just giggled and rested his head on yours. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Didn’t you go get them?” asked Jean, already in her suit.

Scott replied in an annoyed tone. “Not in their room, and not in the living room sticking people to the wall. I can’t find them anywhere. Can we just go without them?” Scott groaned at Jean’s disapproving look. “I don’t know why the Professor insists on bringing them along. We already have you as a psychic.”

“Stop complaining, will you? Go look for them in Peter’s room.”

“They are the most antisocial person I have ever met, and you believe they’d be together in a room? We would have seen Peter flying off a window already.” Scott followed Jean to Peter’s room.

“Don’t be dramatic. They only have to get used to other people. They haven’t had it easy before coming here, after all”, she said.

But Scott wouldn’t take that as an answer. He still had bruises from the first time he had met you. Although he knew it had been his fault for pushing your buttons, you still didn’t have to throw him across the room in front of the other XMen.

Jean stopped in her tracks and pressed a finger to her lips, then opened the door to Peter’s room. Scott peeked inside. His mouth dropped.

There you were, Peter and you cuddled to each other, both sleeping peacefully.

Jean smirked, “I told you.” He glanced up in annoyance. “Let’s let them sleep. The Professor will understand.”

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Scattered Remains (TMNT 2012 and Rise! Crossover)

Summary: After April’s enhanced psychic powers destroy Donnie, she attempts to bring him back to life. But, the purple turtle she finds is not her own

Warnings: Spoilers for TMNT 2012 Season 4, Episode 22

A/N: I’m finally done with the first chapter! If this does well, I might create a comic based off of it on my art account!

Fic starts below cut

TMNT 2012 Masterlist

Rise of the TMNT Masterlist

Main Masterlist

“Red, is that really you?” Casey asks, as he cautiously approaches April.

“I think so. But Donnie,” she says with teary eyes, “What have I done.”

The group stands still for a moment before Leonardo breaks the tense silence.

“It’s not your fault April. You had no control,” he says.

“But it is!” she gasps, looking up at him through her tears, “It was all me in a way. If only-”

She pauses for a moment, focusing on the broken crystal shards.

“Donnie’s not gone! He wasn’t really destroyed, just molecularly scattered,” she says as she faces the turtles and Casey, “I can bring him back.”

The boys watch in anticipation as April’s powers hone in on Donnie’s energy. If she can bring him back, she can make her family whole again.

She has to bring him back.

The turtles and Casey watch as blue sparks fly through the air, forming the silhouette of a body.

The turtles watch, full of anticipation. Their brother wasn’t gone. He was coming back!

Their excitement quickly turns to horror as they realize the figure in front of them is not Donatello.

Though not their missing brother, April still managed to bring another mutant turtle to the place where Donnie had been vaporized minutes before.

This turtle seemed younger, maybe by a year or so.

Raphael breaks the stunned silence as he holds a sai against the neck of the unfamiliar turtle.

“Who the hell are you? And where’s my brother?”

“Woah, Raph! Chill out dude!” says Michelangelo, pushing his brother out of the way, “He’s just a kid. And he’s scared.”

Michelangelo was right. The mystery turtle was still pale and shaking even as Raphael released him from the ground.

“It's ok mystery dude! We’re not gonna hurt you…anymore,” says Michelangelo, glaring pointedly at his hotheaded brother.

Raph rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“What are you doing Mikey? This is some random mutant that April brought here with her freaky crystal powers. We have no idea what it’s capable of.”

“Mikey’s right,” says Leo after a long stretch of silence, “This turtle is just a lost kid. He was brought here with April’s powers, which means he’s our responsibility. We have to take him back to the lair.”

“Are you crazy Leo? We have to focus on finding Donnie. Our brother is lost somewhere and you're focused on a random mutant we found on the street!”

Before another argument could break out, the mystery turtle interjected.

“Your brother’s name is Donatello?”

The group of teenagers looked over in shock. Michelangelo was the first one to respond.

“Yeah, dude. He disappeared when April got possessed by a freaky alien crystal.”

“The same crystal that brought you here,” says April in shock, “I was trying to find Donnie, but it brought you instead.”

“So that means…you’re Donnie?” asks Casey.

“Yes,” says the other turtle, “Just not your Donnie..”

“We have to get back to the lair and talk to Master Splinter. We’ll come up with a plan to find our Donnie and get this Donnie back home.”

“Seriously Leo?” Says Raph, “You’re gonna believe him just like that? Even if he is a Donnie he’s not our brother. We can’t just take him to the lair.”

“Think about it Raph,” says Casey, “If April accidentally brought the other Donnie here, our Donnie is probably stuck wherever he came from. Trustingthe other Donnie is our best bet.”

Raph huffs, but doesn’t argue any further.

“That’s it then. We’re headed back to the lair,” said Leo, “April, you should probably come with us. Maybe you can help Donnie replicate the research that you and Donnie did on the crystal.”

April and other Donnie both nod in agreement.

“I might be able to use other me’s research to try to replicate a similar

kind of technology that could get me home,” said the alternate Donnie, “If all goes well we should be able to find your brother too.”

The group looks to Raphael, gauging his reaction.

“Fine,” he said after a beat of silence, “But that doesn’t mean we trust you. All we need you for is to get Donnie back.”

The group sits in tense silence as Raphael stalks off towards the Shellraiser.

“Don’t worry about Raph little dude!” says Michelangelo with a small smile,

“He’s just worried about Donnie. He’ll come around.

“Mikey’s right. It’s nothing personal…probably,” says Leo before looking over to the Shellraiser, “We need to get back to the lair and tell Master Splinter what happened.”

“It’s late, I should probably get home,” Casey finally speaks up, “Let me know if you come up with any ideas on finding Donnie.”

The group watches as his figure retreats into the night before following

Leo into the Shellraiser.

[aki-bara]

I NEED to know about Puddle Percy!

LMAO. Okay. This one's really weird...

Okay.

The concept is Percy dies. But not really.

What is death? Is it the destruction of your body or is it something else?

Percy's body is destroyed by a god in a display of power. In a last minute effort to save Percy's life Poseidon ties his soul (for lack of a better word) to some water of insubstantial size.

What do you think it felt like to Thalia to become a tree? Was she conscious of it? Probably not, trees doesn't have senses like humans do.

Here's the thing, Percy is connected to water. He can feel it in a way other people can't. His power allows him manipulate his new form, but he can't perceive things the way he used to.

One thing he does have is his connection to Annabeth. He can communicate with her, and only her through a psychic link. Since Percy's the sort to hold back his true feelings this presents its own challenges.

One thing I'm just now realizing is this can kind of be read as an allegory for chronic illness? Percy loses a lot of independence in the story and becomes very restricted in his abilities. He becomes completely dependent on Annabeth to experience the world the way he used to, and even that is through an altered lense.

The story is basically about Percy struggling to cope with his sudden lack of agency and Annabeth struggling to support him. Obviously the goal would be for him to get his body back, but who knows if that's even possible.

An unedited except can be found below.

They had tried talking Hera up, brought gifts to get in her good graces, bowed before her and begged her to let them marry and still she had refused. They had continued to try and persuade her only to be met with scorn and insults until finally both of them snapped. Annabeth scowled, expression furious.

“We didn't know we needed your approval for the court documents.” She said, not bothering to keep the anger from her voice. This she said in response to Hera's claim that they'd disrespected her too much to make up for it now.

“What you do or do not know is not my concern. Marriage is my domain and I will be respected.”

“What have you ever done to earn respect!”

Hera's eyes boiled with rage. Percy didn't know what Hera was about to do, but he didn't want Annabeth to be the focus of her attention when she did it.

“We just want to get married,” he pleaded, trying to distract Hera from Annabeth's words. “What's so wrong about that?”

“The problem isn't with marriage itself, but rather the ones attempting it.”

Percy tried to push down his anger, but didn't manage it cometely. “You toyed with us for months, never mentioning what you would or wouldn't allow.”

“You and every other half-blood knows the gods demand tribute. Don't act like your wasted time is my fault when it's your own simple-minds that are to blame.”

Percy's blood boiled. It was her fault if they failed because of her meddling. He didn't say that. He didn't want to argue. He only wanted to be married to Annabeth.

“Please, my lady, tell us what we must do to make up for this grave offense.” He tried very hard not to sound sarcastic as he said it, and felt that he mostly succeeded. Despite his reverent tone, Hera's eyes narrowed.

“There is nothing you can do. I will never allow you to marry.”

“Percy.” Annabeth said, warning in her tone. She had also heard the special emphasis the goddess placed on the word 'you.' Whatever reason Hera had for refusing them, it was because of Percy. Annabeth's hand found its way to his wrist, grabbing him, trying to ground him. Her quiet support only made him even angrier.

“It may be only a minor inconvenience, but that's exactly why I can enforce it in perpetuity. Your existence is a display of callous indifference from one who believes he is beyond reproach, but here it's mine. You should never have been born. You certainly can't get married.”

Hera hadn't moved, not once during her entire tirade, but Percy felt as if his entire world had tilted. Annabeth would never be able to get married. No, she could get married, just not to him, because he had the audacity to exist. It's never enough, he thought, a cold fury overtaking him. No matter what I do, it's never enough.

His fingers twitched. He longed to hold riptide in his hand, to press the blade's edge to the goddess's throat. All the while Hera continued to stare down at him with those cold cruel eyes.

“Oh.” She started again, as though she had not already dealt enough damage. “And I would advise you to think very carefully about what I've said before deciding to have any children.”

Annabeth’s grip on Percy's wrist grew tighter, but he didn't even notice. His ears were ringing at the unspoken threat. He ripped his hand free from Annabeth's grip as the water in the fountain beside them exploded. In an instant Percy was at the center of his own personal hurricane. He moved without thinking, riptide in hand. He would kill her. He would cut her, flood her lungs, crush her until she couldn't move anymore.

Hera stepped back, startled, but Percy was quicker. His sword began to cut, golden ichor staining the edge of its blade. Then a flash of light and an unseen force ripped him away. His head hit the ground with a crack. The goddess pressed him into the floor and water fell all around them with echoed splatters.

“Percy!” Annabeth shouted, running forward. She didn't get very far before she was thrown back by an invisible force. Hera was glowing and glaring at Percy with an anger neither of them had ever seen on the goddess's face before. Already the wound at her throat was healing, golden ichor fading away to reveal unblemished skin beneath.

“You think me some weakling you can beat into submission?” She shouted, her voice echoing unnaturally in the open air. Annabeth stumbled back, covering her ears with her hands. Percy tried to do the same, but discovered he couldn't move. A magical wind began to surround him, whipping at his clothes and hair.

“You think yourself unbeatable, but you are nothing before me. Nothing!”

Annabeth tried to move forward again, ignoring the way the wind pushed at her. Her efforts proved useless. Eddys of magical power swirled around Percy, keeping Annabeth from getting too close. Percy was barely aware of Annabeth's presence. As soon as Hera had finished speaking, pain began coursing through him. He remembered the crushing pain of holding up the sky and the searing burn of lava on his skin. Somehow this new experience was both together, and far worse than either alone. Molten heat consumed his senses. Impossible pressure squeezing him in on every side. He screamed in agony.

“Percy!” Annabeth cried, her eyes growing wet with tears. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could hear Percy and the sound terrified her. What would Hera do to him?

“Stop!” she begged falling to her knees, but the goddess didn't even look at her. Percy's consciousness shrank. His felt impossibly light. It didn't make sense. If anything, the pressure should have made him feel heavy. Instead it pushed him into a fire that burned his very existence. It was terrifying. None of the sensations he was feeling made any sense and every last one of them hurt in a way he'd never known before. He was being pressed in, made small, nothing.

Was he dying? Was this what death felt like? He wanted to cry and he couldn't. He was so stupid coming here. Why? He would never see his mother again, would never see his sister grow up. He was leaving Annabeth behind. He couldn't even say goodbye, so he prayed instead. He begged his father to look after them all and for Athena to keep her daughter safe. Finally, he apologized to Annabeth directly. Even if she never knew, he was sorry.

The wind stopped. The magic vanished. Hera was gone, and so was Percy. The only sign either of them had been there was the water covering the floor. The room was still and silent. More unnerving still was the sight of riptide. It sat resting on the ground in pen form. Annabeth stepped towards it, towards the spot where Percy should have been, and sank to the ground. Her whole body was shaking. He was gone.

Annabeth knew Hera was powerful, but never did she think their meeting would turn out like this. Percy had been powerful too. Annabeth had seen it in Tartarus. He nearly killed Ahklys. Still, Hera was no minor deity.

Annabeth reached out with a trembling hand,fingers barely brushing the sword-pen’s barrel. Riptide wasn't returning to Percy. She knew what that meant, even if she didn't want to. Tears fell from her eyes, some of them landing on the puddle in front of her and making its water ripple. She sniffled loudly, not knowing why she bothered fighting back the tears. Percy was gone. Percy was dead.

[general--winter]

Hi I hope I'm not late to request anything! I was wondering if you can do any headcanons or whatever you feel like writing of arven finding out the his partner y/n had physic powers after walking in on them using their powers

author's note: Inspiration struck me with this one! I made a little mini one-shot. No, no, this absolutely isn't me displaying my Arven favoritism. But I must say, who else liked him throughout Scarlet and Violet and then began hardcore simping after the scene in Aera Zero? I know I did and I am not ashamed to admit it. Enjoy!!!

rating: general

fandom: pokemon

pairings: arven x gn!reader

word count: 535

warnings: none

summary: Arven finds out that his partner is a psychic. Now what does Mabosstiff have to say about him?

Arven thought of himself as a composed and coordinated person. Whether that is the truth is up to those who know him. What he will admit, though, was that he thought you were nuts when you claimed you and Mabosstiff were deep in conversation and that’s why he couldn’t bother you.

“Run that by me again,” he deadpanned after picking his jaw up off of the floor of his dormitory. “You’re talking. To Mabosstiff.”

“Yes,” you replied, patting the Pokemon on its head before standing up slowly to meet Arven at eye level. “We chat quite frequently, actually.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. Or his senses. His partner, the one he’d been dating for only a few months, was talking to a Pokemon? No, he figured that you just knew how to communicate with his most beloved partner Pokemon already, which was still impressive. There was just no believing the alternative. You haven’t known Mabosstiff for long enough to understand his queues, but there’s just no other way.

“How, praytell, did you manage to understand my dearest Mabosstiff so fast?” Arven shouted, pointing a finger at you with a weirdly playful look of terror across his face. “You’ve only been around him for a few months.”

Your reply was… unexpected. Completely vague and incredibly weird.

“Oh, I just talk to him. Like I would anyone else!”

“If you say that you talk in words, I’m going to have a breakdown right here and now.”

“Yes, we do. I can communicate with Pokemon through my mind.”

Arven is down for the count. You manage to scamper over and catch his head before it hits the ground, maneuvering him to lay on the rug. Mabosstiff lumbers over too to sit on the now-free lap of his partner.

“But that’s… completely unheard of. Impossible,” Arven muttered while you put a pillow under his head. “Someone would have researched this by now.”

“I was actually the subject of a study recently,” you said, fixing his hair. Arven gently swatted you away, but you kept stroking his locks.

“Has the paper come out yet? I’d love to read it.”

“No, but I’ll be the first to know. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, by the way. But this was a funny way to have you find out.”

Arven laughed dryly, sitting up from his position on the floor. His hands immediately met yours on Mabosstiff, the two of you holding hands and petting the Pokemon. His butt wagged with his tail, and his true eyes were gently shut as his legs splayed out. Curiosity danced on Arven’s features as he turned to face you.

“So, although I am sure of the answer,” he began before you cut him off right away.

“You want to know what Mabosstiff says about you, yeah?” you finished with a wink.

Arven’s face dropped to horror. “You… can’t read my mind too, can you?”

“No, silly. Just Pokemon. Now, was I right?”

He nodded, glancing back down to his partner. “I’m just curious. I want to hear his words.”

“Mabosstiff always refers to you as his ‘bestest friend in the entire world’. He does want you to change his food, though. He doesn’t like it.”

[psychics4unet]

PAC: 🌟✨ Discover the Path to Inner Peace! ✨🌟

Instructions: Look at the 3 images of the piles below. Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. Trust your intuition and select the one that resonates with you the most. Once you have made your choice, scroll down to read the description for the pile you selected.

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Pile 1:

1) The Hanged Man 🌌 - Inner peace requires a shift in perspective. Release control, surrender to the moment, and let go of what’s holding you back. By changing how you see things, peace begins to flow.

2) Nine of Cups 🌈 - Contentment and fulfillment lie in appreciating what you have. Focus on gratitude and acknowledging the little joys. This is a reminder that true peace comes from within.

3) Page of Pentacles 🌿 - Stay grounded and open to learning. Engaging in new hobbies or studies brings balance and calmness. Practical steps help maintain a steady mind and heart.

Summary: Inner peace for you involves letting go, embracing gratitude, and staying grounded. By shifting your view, appreciating what’s around you, and learning new things, calmness flows naturally. 🌄✨🕊️

Pile 2:

1) The Star 🌌 - Healing energy surrounds you. Trust in the process of self-care and focus on your dreams. Hope and positivity are essential to find inner peace.

2) Four of Swords 🌙 - Rest and recuperation are key. Taking a break from the busy world, meditating, and allowing yourself moments of silence help you reconnect with inner calm.

3) King of Cups 🌊 - Emotional balance brings peace. Stay compassionate and centered, understanding that peace often comes from a stable emotional state. Practice kindness, both to yourself and others.

Summary: Peace for you means healing, rest, and emotional stability. With hope, patience, and kindness to yourself, tranquility will settle in. 🌠💖🧘‍♀️

Pile 3:

1) The Moon 🌙 - Inner peace involves exploring your subconscious and understanding your hidden feelings. Facing fears and acknowledging emotions lead to clarity.

2) Six of Pentacles 🌾 - Generosity and balance in giving and receiving create harmony. Sharing kindness and receiving it in return brings calm and fulfillment.

3) The Sun ☀️ - Joy and gratitude are powerful forces for peace. Embrace positivity, focus on the blessings around you, and let happiness be your guide.

Summary: Your path to inner peace lies in self-reflection, generosity, and joy. By balancing your emotions and focusing on the bright side, peace will naturally come. 🌻🌍💫

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Understanding the Mystical Arts: Tarot vs. Oracle Cards

In the world of divination, both tarot and oracle cards hold significant places, yet they serve different purposes and tap into unique realms of the spiritual plane. Here’s a deeper look at how they differentiate and how you can harness their power effectively. 🔮✨

Tarot Cards: A Blend of Skill & Clairvoyance

Tarot reading is an art that balances both learned expertise and natural clairvoyant abilities. Here’s why:

- **Skill**: Reading tarot cards requires a deep understanding of the cards' meanings, symbolism, and the intricate connections between them. This knowledge is honed through study and practice.

- **Clairvoyance**: A gifted reader channels their intuitive and psychic abilities to interpret the messages the cards reveal, often uncovering insights that transcend the obvious.

Oracle Cards: Divine Connection to Higher Sources ✨

Oracle cards, on the other hand, are a conduit for more magical and mystical energies:

- **Higher Sources**: These cards are believed to draw guidance from higher spiritual entities such as spirit guides, ancestors, and angels, offering messages that are often more direct and less structured than tarot.

- **Magical Essence**: Oracle cards are imbued with a sense of magic that connects you to a higher plane, providing wisdom and guidance that feels otherworldly and profound.

Grounding & Protection: Essential Practices

Whether you're using tarot or oracle cards, grounding and protection are crucial for a safe and effective reading. Before diving into a session:

- **Ground Yourself**: Ensure you are centered and connected to the earth. This helps maintain balance and focus.

- **Protect Your Energy**: Use protective rituals or visualizations to shield yourself from negative energies. This ensures that you only connect with benevolent spirits and guides.

- **Trust Your Intuition**: Your intuition is your most powerful tool. If something feels off, it probably is. Trust your gut – it’s 99% foolproof!

By grounding and protecting yourself, you create a safe space for divine downloads to your third eye, allowing you to receive messages from those who wish you well. You’ll know right away if the connection is true – trust in your intuition and let it guide you through the mystical journey of divination.

Embrace the Magic & Wisdom of Both Worlds!

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