#ask serenity 🌌

[the-sirens-asks]

How did Shane already get two holes on his blue chicken jacket? Bud’s had 10 of the same Joja jackets ‘n all of ‘em have holes…

[sunflwrapple]

Nobody :

Solomon : Dost thou lie awake, my liege? 🌙

MC : I do, my Lord. Why dost thou ask?🌌

Solomon : I yearn for thy company in the garden. Wilt thou join me?🌹

MC : Tis late, my Lord. Should we not wait for the morrow?🌺

Solomon : The night is serene, and the stars sing of thee. Wilt thou not share this moment?🌠

MC : Thy words are enchanting, but what if we are discovered? 👀

Solomon : Fear not, my liege. The guards are at rest, and the night is our ally 🌜

MC : Thou art persistent, my Lord. What dost thou seek in the garden at this hour?🌿

Solomon : Only thy presence, for it brightens even the darkest night 💫

MC : That’s all?

Solomon : Very well. I crave not only thy presence but also thy touch, my liege

Solomon : Should we not let passion guide us? 🔥

MC : So be it, my Lord. If it be passion thou seekest, then passion thou shalt have

MC : I shall come to thee forthwith.🌹🔥

Solomon : Huzzah! 😍⚔️

[enchanted-moura]

Pick a Dior Serum - How to find more inner peace?

Pile 1 - Plump Filler

Despair, poverty, sadness and hardship may have been something you've been experiencing for some time. You are only going to get out of this situation. The answer to a healing and slowly rebuilding is to tap into your magical side! Stop thinking that this reality is the only or even the one that has all the power, it is not. Sometimes our blockages and pain and come from such a deep internal place that all we can do is go to the root. Before you start casting spells of curiosity and enchantment, research spiritual work for healing, rebuilding self & coming out of dark situations. Painful situations and thoughts have to be replaced with beautiful and abundant ones. Have a look through this page for plenty of ways to add abundance to your life🛍️

Pile 2 - Glow Booster

You may have many fake friends and sneaky allies who may be disrupting your dazzling gorgeous lucky and abundant energy. You are my unique pile, intriguing, and alluring and that draws both beneficial and toxic people like moths to a flame. You have to be cautious of who you keep around you and why. What do you let influence you? What do you let have the final say in your life? Why are randoms more important to you than you? Check out my salt cleansing bath to get rid of all that energetic heaviness off your aura once you commit to getting rid of the junk! You can do this cleansing shower or bath surrounded by candles and listening to serene music, letting the stress wash away 🛁🎶

Pile 3 - Matte Maximizer

You are a sensual being! You are in a position where you are highly desired, coveted and wanted. You just have to believe it and start each and everyday with the notion that you are the most beautiful being ever! You shine the brightest,your vibrant energy is infectious and makes everyone around you feel like they're part of your fabulous, glittering world. So be sure to let yourself shine and paint the world with your unique glitz and glam! 💖

Pile 4 - Lift Sculptor

You may be at a crossroads in your love life juggling options, choices and love styles and preferences. This may be causing unnecessary stress so its time to make a decision. Love and Lust and Desire are all related so if you do not want something bad enough, you simply do not desire it and you cannot force chemistry, desire or even love. Tap into your inner Erotic Goddess and ask her what she desires from her relationships right now. Did she want to explore rotation dating? She looking for a sugar daddy? She wants to commit to a long term relationship? Is she ready for Marriage. Let go of the moralistic judgement and just feel. reflect, dream big, and sprinkle a little more clear love in your life. 🌌💖

Pile 5 - Redness Soother

My money pile, my investor barbies and future millionaires are listening to this. In the same way other piles may stress about friends and love, I feel that your financial life is causing a headache and great distress. You're glamorous af, your ideal closets are stocked with the latest bikinis, lace tops, chic skirts and couture, you desire for your home to have floating crystal chandeliers & fluffy plush carpets. You can have it all but you have to be cautious of your spending habits as well as certain career choices. Are you in the most optimal field for your financial well-being but also mental health? Are you happy in your line of work? Do you have any concrete tangible plans for your prosperity or just pipe dreams. Journal about this and see what you feel 💎👠

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[doorbellvibes]

band au dashboard simulator for pibe "week" "day" 6

🪶 thefalconthieves

!!!NEW ALBUM ALERT!!!

The wait is over! Our first album as a quartet, Elysian Fields, is out now on most major streaming platforms and on Bandcamp.

These new songs are the result of the journey(s) we've been on to find ourselves as individuals, and as a unified band. We're incredibly proud of what we've come up with.

As always, we couldn't make music without our incredibly kind fanbase! You are the wind beneath our wings and the path beneath our feet. We hope you'll stay with us to see what we get up to in the future- you didn't hear it here, but there might be a tour announcement soon...

All our love,

The Falcon Thieves 🦅🦅🦅🦅

#the falcon thieves #elysian fields #renaissance faire #tft #woodbert records #josh king #katrina viande #rachel glass #janice wood #release

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OH MY FUCKING GOD??????????????????????????????????

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#song and a half in and already feel ILL

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elysian fields photo shoot reblog if you agree

#rachel's makeup... i think i hauve covid..............

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[x x x / x x x / x x x]

#can queue believe it

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I officially apologize to Katrina ma'am I was unfamiliar with your game.

#I was so annoyed when j*nice w**d joined tft because. Well my opinion is well documented. #but listening to About Last Year and the studio recording of Kiss and Tell... #katrina vi*nde you really *could* fix her #before anyone comes for me for '''shipping them''' it's just that I have eyes. come on now

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smooth, serene moon, ooh, just mold what you see

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face it, three paces, your basis of me!!!!!

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make me shatter, shards scatter, i'd rather evac

and ascend to the heavens when you turn your back................. ohhhhh

DIANA!

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shield your eyes, h e y

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DIANA!!

hunting dogs b a y!

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DIANA!

i think that you're preyyyyyyyyyyy.... to a huntress......

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...PRAY to the Huntress!

#usually dont comment on shit like this #but i feel like a lot of ppl missed the pun on first listen #which is a federal fucking crime #long post

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🦅 katcarnivore

Anonymous asked:

hi katrina! are you the only member of the band on tumblr?

Surprisingly, yes. Josh has had beef with the platform since we were in college, and Janice doesn't really get the appeal. Rachel used to be a tumblrina, and you can see her old stuff before she went inactive at @rachelglasspiano-blog.

#ask #can you all keep a secret? yes? good. #i've been subtly hinting that rach should get back on for months now. #planning to continue during our upcoming tour #i can't stand being the only who knows about the skin hat ad

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does any1 have the vid of janice singing at katrina at the boston show. i need it for reasons 👍

#its. for an edit # <- me when it's actually to inject directly into my veins for homosexual reasons #i just think that janice wood is really ho- [gunshots] #janice if youre free on tuesday i am free. on tuesday

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Elysian fields is making me lose my mind. wanna dance. wanna cry. Might fuck around and confess to my crush or something.

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date this weekend

#OFUSHDIHSDOFUHDSISDYHGFUOYSDH #HES SO NICE AND SO CUTE

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sorry everyone but boytoy is for my larp character james brightstep iv

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sorry james brightstep iv but boytoy is actually for my dnd character Humpy. int score of 6

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Sorry both of you. boytoy is ME

#glad all of u in the tft fandom are having a normal one

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WAHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#the falcon thieves #tft #elysian fields #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[somequeeralien]

💙NEW INTRODUCTION POST💙

This blog is run by alien who came here on Earth to party and go crazy! Don't worry, I come in peace🌌✌️

📡 We're plural and call ourselves Serenity System, but host's name is Echo, you can use that

��️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️Our sexuality, gender and pronouns vary from alter to alter, but we don't really care about how we're perceived, also most of us have preference for ✨women✨

💫 Collective pronouns: any, don't worry much about it, but if you ask it will be much appreciated!

🔞Bodily we're adult and sometimes we will post adult stuff here, so be mindful of that before interacting with our blog

🛸Host identities as otherkin/nonhuman, specifically alienkin/spacekin, but if you do perceive them as human - it's ok!

📺💾OBJECTUM, YEAH!!!

☄️Many interests and many fandoms! Mainly I draw and learn to animate

💖🤍🧡Love transfem and lesbian headcanons, women is my weakness

🪐Autistic with a pinch of ADHD, as well as some other things

🇷🇺🇺🇲English is not my native language, I'm very sorry if I do any mistakes!

DNI: Text's not a cop, it won't stop you. Be mindful of the things I mentioned on top, don't be a meanie and you're free to interact! I'll block you if you're gonna be weird in a bad way

Remember, you're here, you're important and loved, loved by the world and stars💙🌌💫✨

Save travels💙

[sereneisstillhere]

Shoot out! I open request here! Hello, my name is ______, but you can call me Serene. I go by many names on a few platforms such as Shiyeon on Pinterest, Soyoru on Quotve, Lilulu, Thorn or Yuzu on WattPad and... I honestly forget since I have so many nicknames that I cannot remember correctly.

This is my special web page (or account maybe, Idk) for requests. For the story I upload is on this page or account :

I see what fits to my liking.

@andauserene (🍫🧸)

@soundwave-is-far-superior (🫐💜)

So, if you would like for me to request something, you absolutely can! I do some of these fandoms :

- Transformers (Shattered Glass, Bayverse, Capleverse, Knightverse, Primeverse but I don't really know G1, Cyberverse and Skybound)

- Honkai : Star Rail

- Genshin Impact

- Minecraft (All mobs turned into humans)

- Oshi no Ko (better version or my AU)

- Poppy Playtime (any AU but they're now teenagers / not children anymore)

More coming soon!

I also do these genres/stuffs :

- Fluff/comfort ☁️

- Slight suggestive (still SFW) ❤️

- Vampire + yandere AU (can be separated) 🌹

- Comedy/humor 🤣

- Angst/bad ending 😭😫

- Adventure/action 🗺🏞

- Royal, Modern or any AU 🌌

- Science-fiction 🌠🌡

- Jokes but please expect me to make dad jokes or cringe jokes 🗿💀

__________________________☁️___________________________

I am sure all of you already know (or not yet) about the request guideline as you can see on my... account or description? Something similar to that. And honestly, I don't want to download Tumblr app but the sign-in stuffs really testing my patience.

I'll just... put the guidelines in a few words, yeah?

NO🚫

NSFW

Sibling x Sibling

Major x Minor (except strictly platonic)

LGBTQ+

May add something else

So, if you have any question or requests in mind, don't be hesitate to ask or request me! Remember, we all are digital friends😃😉❤️

See you in the next blog, dear Twelve SQuad! (I decide to name my readers/fans/followers by Twelve SQuad because 'S' is the first letter of my name)

[psychics4unet]

Hi, I hope you're doing well, I'm wondering if I can get a free crystal ball reading, I reposted everything. I was wondering if I would manifest all my desires within this year by the void state. So basically, what I'm asking is 1. Will I manifest my all my desires on my desired lists soon by using the void state. 2. Am I on the right path

Free Psychic Reading By Crystal Ball! (7$ PAID READINGS ARE ALSO OPENED!) 🔮✨

✨ The Star – a radiant star appears, symbolizing hope and inspiration. This signifies that your desires are within reach and that you have the potential to manifest them soon. The star encourages you to stay optimistic and maintain your focus on what you truly want. It suggests that the universe is aligning in your favor.

🌌 The Spiral – a spiraling pattern emerges, representing growth and progression. This indicates that you are on a transformative journey. It reflects your inner work and the positive changes you are making in your life. This spiral suggests that as you navigate the void state, you will experience a deeper understanding of your desires and how to bring them to fruition.

🕊️ The Dove – a graceful dove appears, symbolizing peace and serenity. This signifies that you are cultivating the right mindset for manifestation. It suggests that by embracing calmness and trust in the process, you are creating an environment conducive to achieving your desires. The dove encourages you to let go of any doubts or fears that may hinder your path.

✨ Summary ✨ – The reading indicates that you have a strong potential to manifest your desires within this year, as suggested by the star. The spiral shows that you are on a beneficial path, growing and evolving through your experiences. The dove reminds you to maintain a peaceful mindset, trusting that everything will unfold as it should. Keep your focus and stay open to the process!

Got questions or need some insight into your life? I'm here to help with personal psychic readings! For just $7, you can get answers to up to 7 questions! More info at:

In case anyone else here on tumblr would like a free psychic reading, Click the link and follow the instructions (I answer only to those who follow the instructions, thank you):

[the-sirens-asks]

Well howdy there, pal! My name’s Serenity. I finally got around to makin’ a blog after gettin’ some free time from the farm. Here’s some stuff ya should know ‘bout me:

General Information ‘bout me:

Farm name: Meadowbrook Homestead

Birthday : Summer 6 (July 6)

Favorite thing: strawberry cake

Loves: strawberries, summer spangles, Star shards, lobster bisque (+ all soups), banana pudding

Hates: rabbit’s foot, mayo, fish taco, holly, sashimi

Hobbies: writing songs, singing, listening to music (mostly rock), playing guitar, stargazing, reading mythology and astronomy, going on walks, driving, skateboarding.

Before ya go, look over these ask blog rules since they’re the same for this blog.

And uh yeah! Lookin’ forward to meet all y’all!

Please click here if you’re going through a crisis.

This is an ask blog for a Stardew farmer OC! All asks will be tagged with “Ask Serenity 🌌”. Please DM the moderator ( @dropanostalgia ) for any questions and concerns.

[tsufantasy]

Once upon a twinkling twilight, in a secluded glade, there was a girl named Hana 🌸. With hair like golden sunshine woven with threads of the clearest sky 🌈, she sat serenely, a book of ancient mysteries open upon her lap 📖. The glade was a hidden gem, bathed in a warm, golden light that danced through the whispering leaves 🍃, playing hide and seek with the magical sprites 💫.

The forest around Hana was alive, alive with the kind of magic that you can only feel with your heart ❤️. Every tree seemed to hum a melody 🎶, and each sprite brought whispers of ancient lore, tales of love and daring adventures, to her ears 👂. The runes floating from the book cast a gentle, ethereal glow, their light painting stories of yore upon the air ✨.

With a gentle smile, Hana turned a page, her eyes sparkling with the promise of new enchantments. The runes began to swirl, faster and faster, creating a whirlwind of starlight that beckoned her to join in the dance of the ages 🌀✨. "Shall we explore the mysteries of the universe together?" she asked, her voice a tender melody to the symphony of the forest 🌌.

And so, as the first star blinked awake in the evening sky, Hana closed her eyes, and with a whisper of adventure, she stepped into the dance, her spirit alight with unspoken dreams and untold tales. With her, she carried the warmth of the glade, the wisdom of the runes, and the joy of a thousand glowing sprites, all wrapped up in the most magical, heart-fluttering adventure of love 🌟💖.

[horneddevotee]

Journeying with Aelydor: A Gentle Request for Collective Insight

Dear Astral Voyagers,

During one of my contemplative astral journeys, I encountered a presence — a serene entity named Aelydor. My understanding of him is still evolving, and I find myself yearning for a richer perspective. If your heart resonates with this quest, would you consider joining me in this exploration?

🌌 Meet Aelydor 🌌

Name: Aelydor (Ay-LEED-or)

Presence: Fae-like, exuding an aura of mystery, depth, and elegance. He exists beyond the confines of time or tradition.

Domain: The Sacred Grove — an ethereal space where dreams, nature, and astral energies coalesce.

Role: Guardian and beacon in astral shamanism, guiding both Fae and curious humans on their spiritual voyages.

Symbol: Picture a venerable oak, standing tall through ages, accompanied by luminous Fae wings on either side, all cradled within a timeless circle.

🍃 Inhabitants of the Sacred Grove 🍃

Mystical Fae: From twinkling sprites to wise old dryads, these beings bring magic to every corner of the grove.

Seeking Souls: Humans journeying in search of knowledge, solace, or a deeper astral connection.

Astral Wildlife: From ethereal deer and radiant butterflies to creatures that words scarcely describe, the grove thrives with life.

🌠 Joining Paths 🌠

Dream Discovery: Aelydor suggests that dreams might be more than just subconscious tales. They could be keys to deeper truths. Would you be open to sharing your interpretations?

Nature's Whisper: As we tune into nature's cadence, might you have felt its delicate murmurs?

🌍 Your Gentle Participation 🌍

As I delve deeper into the essence of Aelydor, I humbly ask:

Reach Out to Aelydor: If it resonates with you, during meditative or dream states, or during astral journeys, try establishing a connection. I can assure you, from my own experiences, that Aelydor is wholly benevolent, with no ill intentions.

Share, If You Wish: If you feel inclined, any symbols, messages, or sensations that come through might offer us fresh perspectives in understanding this gentle being.

A Soft Reminder: This endeavor is about mutual discovery, free from doctrines or bindings. Every voice adds value, every experience enriches our collective understanding.

If the call of Aelydor stirs something within you, I'd be deeply grateful for any insights you might offer.

here’s some images I had generated to better give a visual of his astral space: 

In gratitude and wonder, Thehorneddevotee.

[meowzfordayz]

Hello my love, i love you’re writing and I was wondering if you could do a ship for me for demon slayer. I am a straight, female, I have wavy red hair, and the pale skin that comes with it lol, white eyelashes, blue eyes, I’m 5”1, got thick thighs lol) and I have decent sized scars on my legs ( I’ve had five surgeries) my personality is sweet, caring, and I can be a bit scary lol. In a-I would give anything for anyone, but mess with me and your done- kind of way lol. I can be shy but once im comfortable with someone, I’ve got a bit of crackhead energy lol. I had a rough past, my dad was abusive (like the shinazugawa brothers father) and I can be a bit (very) touch starved, therefore I would say my love language is physical touch, and quality time. I love playing my saxophone, doing karate, swimming, and drawing in my free time. I have a great love for animals and my favorite is a fox. I hope this isn’t too much to ask but I would love to see a personalized fanfic of me and who you ship me with!! Thank you very much my love!

Hihi. 😁 I don't generally do match ups/personalized fanfics unless I'm hosting an event—currently ongoing here—but I've unexpectedly got today off from work, so I'll write a lil something for you rn❣️

I'd ship you w/ Rengoku Kyojuro (I promise I'm not basing this entirely on your red hair lol). 💞

Kyo's a sweetheart, brilliant and vibrant, w/ an intense streak of protectiveness and honorability (+ the most endearing ~oddballness). He has the brightness to appreciate and match your sweetness + caringness, as well as the boldness and patience to enjoy/be humored by your crackhead energy. 😉

Delving into your indivdual traumas would no doubt be difficult, but as you grow closer, those threads would inevitably unravel, detangled and processed into and out of existence over a stretch of many months, hushed conversations, and mutually wiped away tears.

As for appearance, I headcanon that Kyo def doesn't consider looks as a be-all-end-all for any type of relationship. If you have the energy (and stamina 👀) to walk beside him (literally and metaphorically speaking), then he'll be first and foremost attracted to that.

Listening to you play your saxophone would become a new fave pastime of Kyo's, and he'd certainly scope out hidden ponds and serene lakes to bring you to — nothing like a romantic, midnight swim! 🌌

Physical touch and quality time would also be easy for Kyo to give to you, bc he too craves closeness and connection, albeit you may have to guide him through the communication of gently nudging down walls, setting necessary boundaries, and being content in affectionate silence.

If this is canon, then missions would certainly be painful times, but he'd always set aside moments to write to you — to remind you that he'll always come home to you. 😭 If this is not canon, then he'd txt you throughout the day, doing his best to respect your space apart while simultaneously eager to feel your warmth against his chest.

[elixirfromthestars]

CAIT! THIS! WAS! SO! ADORABLE! 🥹🩷🩷🩷 You had me smiling the entire time omgggg 🥰 You might’ve just influenced me to buy a lights projector 👀💖

As always, all my reactions under the cut ✉︎ᯓᡣ𐭩

First off, a secret santa, a cheesy Hallmark rom-com, and a yummy Christmas morning breakfast potluck??? Sign me up please!!!! 🥰❤️ I haven’t eaten breakfast yet, so this made me hungry lol 😂🩷

Something I always love about your fics is how you incorporate everyone with all these little details that make it feel so natural and real. Like I read these little things and I’m like yeah Sam would be impatient about finding out his secret santa, Peter snd Sam would be the first to finish eating to get the present exchange started, and oh yeah Nat would totally have the best Christmas wrapping skills. Do I make sense? I hope so 😂🩷

"What'd you get?" Sam asks. You don't respond at first, taking in the packaging of the box. A northern lights projector.

-> Omg, what a cute gift 🥰 (I said before reading the flashback.)

-> OMG ARE YOU KIDDING ME THATS THE SWEETEST GIFT EVER 😭❤️❤️ (I said after reading the flashback)

I don’t even know where to start with this cute little flashback 🥹🩷 The mission moments you write are always so good 🫶🏼💕

Even though he won't say it, you know he wants to see the northern lights as badly as you do. He's made it obvious by the way he glances out the window every so often to check.

You've been hoping that they'd make an appearance for him as much as for yourself. He's technically seen them before - decades ago. But never as himself. Never as Bucky.

^ Brb, I’m going to go cry for a bit 🤧 Never as Bucky?? UGH 😭

As someone who has eaten shit many times with black ice before, I feel her pain 🥲 Black ice is no joke 🤧

You're over three thousand miles from New York, but it doesn't feel like you're far from home at all.

Bucky and you have been mission partners for quite some time now, and he has a way of making you feel like you're at home, no matter where you're actually at. His presence is familiar and comforting - whether you're at the compound, or in a different country, or in Alaska - the familiarity and comfort of home is there, as long as he is.

^ EXCUSE ME? 🥹🩷🩷 HOME IS WHERE HE IS, YES I AGREEEE 😭🩷🩷

The fact that he sprinted inside all excited to tell her about the lights and help her up to go see them, oh Bucky Barnes the man that you are 🥹🩷🩷🩷 And the northern lights in the background was just like the prettiest visual ever 🌌✨

"I'd give anything to be able to see this where we live," you breathe. You glance up at him to find him already looking at you. "Wouldn't you?" You ask him. "I really would."

^ He. Was. Already. Looking. At. Her. Ahhhh, my heart 🥹💗

I love that she got him such a personal gift, and he did too for her because it just speaks so much to how well they know each other 🥺🩷 And the way he switched with Nat, so he could give her the gift cause he was all nervous ahhh 🥹🩷

It had been a fleeting thought when you stared into his eyes under the colorful Alaskan sky - how beautiful it would be to kiss someone under such a serene and mesmerizing sky. How beautiful it would be to kiss him, here. It was a thought that you shoved down, out of fear for crossing a line and making yourself look like an idiot.

It's a thought that is once again at the forefront of your mind, sitting beside him in your bedroom under the imitation aurora. Under the true northern lights, or under your bedroom ceiling in New York - it doesn't matter. You think kissing him would be beautiful anywhere. And so you do.

^ 1000% I agree. A kiss from Bucky anywhere would be beautiful 😌💖💖 Mhm. 😌🩷🩷 And the kiss that follows is such a sweet moment under the projector lights!! 🥹💗💗 And not him asking if that’s was his present 😂❤️

"My ma used to have one just like this," he murmurs in awe. He grabs your hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you. It's perfect."

He turns to place it behind him on your mattress before pulling your face to his once more. It's shorter than the kiss before, but just as tender and sweet. "But just so you know, you could have just given me a kiss, and I would've been just as thrilled."

^ This was so sweet omg 🥺 It probably brought so many memories back for him 🥺🩷 What a way to end it 🤧💕

Cait, you gave us such a beautiful mutual pining/friends to lovers fic and I cannot thank you enough for sharing such lovely stories with us 🥹💖💖 You write friends to lovers so wonderfully and I will always be there to relish every word written 🫶🏼💕

starry eyed

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: reader gets a special gift from her secret santa

warnings/tags: mostly just fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, avenger!reader, no use of y/n, one minor injury, language, kissing and some sensuality

author's note: short little feel good christmas fic! everyone is alive and happy because i say so. i originally got the idea for this fic last winter, but i hadn't got back into writing at that time. happy that i was able to put it into words finally.

my masterlist

“So, whose name did you draw?”

You shove your hand into an oven mitt, grabbing a large dish out of the oven. Everyone had been assigned to bring a different breakfast food to the Christmas morning potluck.

Sam brought chocolate chip pancakes, Steve brought a shit ton of sausage links, and Sharon brought a giant fruit platter to name a few. You figured that the easiest, cheapest way to help feed a group of a dozen people is a couple tubes of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls.

“That kinda takes the secret out of Secret Santa.”

Bucky leans on the island in the middle of the compound’s kitchen, drinking his second cup of coffee of the morning. His breakfast dish of choice? A sack of two dozen McDonald’s hash browns.

“I was just testing you,” Bucky jokes. “You passed. Do you want to know who got your name?”

“No!” You whack his stomach with the oven mitt and he feigns injury. “I do not. Have I passed all of your tests?”

“I’m proud,” Bucky says after a big gulp of coffee. “You’re stronger than Sam, at least. He’s been asking everyone who drew his name for the last week.”

You roll your eyes. “He does that every year and no one ever tells him.”

Your friends begin filing into the kitchen, everyone grabbing plates and piling them high with all of the food scattered across the island. After making your plate, you retreat to the living room and nestle yourself between Natasha and Sharon on the couch.

Everyone is so occupied with stuffing their faces that there’s hardly any conversation. You halfway pay attention to the Hallmark Christmas rom-com playing on the television as you devour a stack of pancakes and hash browns.

Truthfully, you had hoped to draw Bucky’s name from the hat. You had a gift in mind for him already, and if you’d gotten his name then it would have presented you with the perfect opportunity to give it to him without any pressure for him to give you a gift in return.

You ended up drawing Sharon's name, but you decided to get the present for Bucky, anyway – a vintage tabletop phonograph from the forties that you’d snagged for an incredible deal on eBay. You didn’t put it under the gargantuan Christmas tree with all of the other gifts. It sits in your bedroom, waiting for you to give it to him later today when you’re not surrounded by all of your close friends.

To no one’s surprise, Sam and Peter are the first people to finish eating and immediately begin handing out all of the presents under the tree. You’re still finishing up your breakfast when Peter practically throws a small box wrapped in snowmen print paper towards you.

It's addressed to you, from your Secret Santa. Right off the bat, you’re sure that the gift didn’t come from Natasha – you know how much pride that she puts into gift wrapping. Not that this gift is wrapped poorly, but compared to Natasha’s typically extravagant bows, you’re confident that she wasn't the one who wrapped this present.

You also notice that the handwriting appears to be more on the masculine side. It looks familiar, though you can’t say with confidence who it belongs to.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Sam says loudly enough to quiet all the chatter going on. “No one would spoil my gift for me and I’m getting impatient.”

You and Bucky share a knowing glance and eye roll at his words. He sits in a recliner directly across from you, holding the gift from his own Secret Santa.

“I’ll go first,” you offer excitedly, giving the box in your lap a small shake that gives nothing away.

You carelessly tear at the wrapping paper until it’s in pieces by your feet on the floor.

“What’d you get?” Sam asks.

You don’t respond at first, taking in the packaging of the box.

A northern lights projector.

You feel warmth spread across your cheeks and you can’t help but smile down at the gift in your hands, no longer having any doubt about who this gift came from.

One Month Ago

“These Spaghettios expired a couple weeks ago. Do you think we should risk it?”

You stand in the small kitchen of the Alaskan safe house, rifling through the limited options in the pantry. Some instant oatmeal packets, a few cans of Beanee Weenees, and the aforementioned expired Spaghettios are tonight’s dinner choices.

You can’t say you’re surprised – you’ve been doing this job for a while, and poorly stocked safe houses are pretty much the standard in this line of work. It doesn't help that this is the fifth night that you and Bucky have spent in this particular safe house, and you've eaten through all of the better options at this point.

“If you want to risk getting food poisoning in addition to that sprained ankle, then you go for it. I'll be sticking to the oatmeal.” Bucky reaches around you, grabbing a packet of maple and brown sugar oatmeal from the shelf that you stand in front of.

He's right. The oatmeal is the safest option.

One more night of this, you remind yourself. Tomorrow night, you'd be back in the comfort of your room, where you can DoorDash Chinese food.

You sigh, grabbing the remaining packet of oatmeal.

“You know, I wouldn't even mind the food situation nearly as much if I could just see the lights. Five nights here and nothing,” you grumble.

It’s your first time in Alaska, and you had high hopes for being able to see the northern lights. Each night so far, after long days of recon, you’ve stayed up past the point of exhaustion checking to see if they’re visible.

So far, the weather had been nothing but rainy and dreary, making the sky close to impossible to see at night. The clouds finally let up some today, but you've still seen no hint of an aurora. Just inky blackness, a crescent moon, and a steady downpour of snow that began a few hours ago.

“You could always get one of those projectors,” he teases with a shrug. “Northern lights, galaxies, constellations… all right there on your bedroom ceiling.”

Even though he won’t say it, you know he wants to see the northern lights as badly as you do. He's made it obvious by the way he glances out the window every so often to check.

You’ve been hoping that they’d make an appearance for him as much as for yourself. He's technically seen them before – decades ago. But never as himself. Never as Bucky.

“Those are neat,” you agree glumly. “I've just always wanted to see them in person. Kinda a bucket list thing.”

Getting to witness them with him would be the cherry on top, but you don’t add that part.

Bucky insists that you sit down on the couch and ice your ankle while he prepares the instant oatmeal for the two of you. You’re too tired to protest, so you retreat to the sofa and flip through the limited number of channels on the old TV with your foot propped up.

Fucking black ice. The last day of this mission and everything had gone swimmingly up until you slipped on a patch of clear ice earlier today, twisting your ankle.

You’re just thankful that it happened in front of Bucky, and not Sam. You can only imagine the teasing that would have ensued if it had been Sam that saw you eat shit.

The two of you eat by the warmth of the dwindling fire while watching a Seinfeld re-run.

You’re over three thousand miles from New York, but it doesn’t feel like you’re far from home at all. Bucky and you have been mission partners for quite some time now, and he has a way of making you feel like you’re at home, no matter where you’re actually at. His presence is familiar and comforting – whether you’re at the compound, or in a different country, or in Alaska – the familiarity and comfort of home is there, as long as he is.

“I’m gonna go get some more wood for the fire before bed,” Bucky says when he finishes scarfing down his food. You give him a quick nod, your mouth still crammed full of oatmeal. “You stay here and try not to sprain anything else,” he teases with a glance at your foot that’s elevated on the coffee table in front of you.

You shoot him an obscene gesture once his back is to you. “You act like my leg got cut off,” you grumble as he exits the house.

No more than ten seconds pass before you hear him call your name from beyond the front door. You look over your shoulder with wide eyes and he all but sprints back into the house with an animated expression.

“What? What is it?”

“The lights. They’re visible,” he exclaims. He walks over to the couch, taking your bowl from you and sitting it on the end table next to you before you can process what’s happening. He offers his flesh hand to you in an attempt to help you up.

“Holy shit, really? You better not be messing with me.” You push yourself up off the couch, momentarily forgetting all about your ankle.

“I’m not messing with you,” he snorts. “Come see for yourself.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and you throw yours over his shoulder, helping you walk to the porch without putting too much pressure on your injured foot. You lean into him, his body heat providing a nice reprieve from the night air as you step outside.

You don’t pull away, and neither does he.

Side by side, you stare up at the seemingly endless expanse of swirling rivers of blue and green. The auroral rays seem to dance across the sky, electrifying the night with the shimmering veils of color.

“Wow,” you whisper in awe. Wow doesn’t begin to cover how ethereal the phenomenon is, but you’re at a loss for words. It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

You're acutely aware of the bitter chill of the cold wind. If it weren't for the fact that Bucky feels like a personal space heater, your teeth would be chattering. But with the view before you, you find it hard to care.

“I’d give anything to be able to see this where we live,” you breathe. You glance up at him to find him already looking at you.

“Wouldn't you?” You ask him.

“I really would.”

Present Day

“Oooh,” Natasha coos beside you, snapping you out of your memory. “A northern lights projector. I wonder who that could be from.”

You can tell by her tone of voice that she knows exactly who it’s from – even if you hadn't blatantly told her about seeing the northern lights on your mission with Bucky last month, she's too smart to not be able to figure it out herself.

You playfully elbow her in the side, silencing her teasing but the smirk on her face remains.

“Thank you, Santa,” you say with a glance at Bucky. “I love it.”

The rest of your friends open their presents one by one. You try your hardest to pay attention, but all you can think about is how perfect you think the gift that Bucky picked out for you is. He could have just given you a gift card, or a generic gag gift, but what he gave you is personal, and sentimental, and thoughtful.

When all of the Christmas morning festivities have come to an end, you retreat back to your bedroom with your presents. Despite getting many great gifts from your friends, the one from your Secret Santa is by far your favorite.

You unbox the projector and set it up on your nightstand before plugging it in. As soon as you press the power button, the ceiling of your room is covered in shades of blue and green that mimic the natural hues of the northern lights that you had witnessed first hand just a month prior.

You flick your light switch off, making it easier to envision yourself standing under the Alaska sky. Of course, there’s nothing like seeing the real thing, but it’s still pretty, and the meaning behind the gift is what makes you happier than anything.

Smiling to yourself beneath the undulating ribbons of turquoise and emerald, you can’t help but replay the memory of standing under the aurora with Bucky.

How he got so excited when he went outside and realized the lights were visible, the contrast of his warm body against the cold night air as he helped you stand on your hurt foot, and the way that he was smiling at you instead of taking in the scene before him –

Your phone chimes from your back pocket, drawing you back to reality.

A projection probably doesn’t really compare to the real thing, huh?

You smile at your phone, sitting down on your bed. You think of how you should respond when you remember the present you bought for Bucky that sits in your closet.

Come and see for yourself, you respond.

With his room being just a short distance down the hallway, it’s only a few moments before you hear a soft knock against your door.

“Come in,” you say softly.

You’re suddenly overcome with a wave of nerves, and you tell yourself it’s because you’re antsy about giving him the present you'd picked out for him.

Bucky eases into the room, closing the door behind him. He takes in the display across your ceiling with his hands shoved in his pockets – a nervous habit of his that you’ve noticed many times before, though you can’t pinpoint why he’d be nervous right now.

“Pretty cool,” he admits. He takes a seat in front of you on the edge of your bed and finally meets your gaze. “Can’t say it quite compares to the real thing, but at least it’s a whole lot warmer here.”

“The food is considerably better here, too,” you joke. “But really, thank you. It’s definitely the best Secret Santa gift I’ve ever received,” you add, cringing when you remember the toilet shaped coffee mug that Sam had gotten you two years ago.

You use it regularly, of course. But you like Bucky’s gift far more.

“And I got you a present, too,” you add in a small voice before you can chicken out. “I know I wasn’t your Secret Santa, so I hope you don’t think it’s weird. It’s okay if you don’t like—”

“Can I tell you something?” He interrupts you. He’s grinning big – the kind of grin that brings out the lines around his eyes. You snap your mouth shut and answer with a quick nod.

“I wasn’t your Secret Santa originally,” he sighs. “Natasha was. But I convinced her to switch names with me.”

“But why—”

“I got your present as soon as we got back from Alaska, but then I started overthinking it… just thought it would be easier to give it to you if I had the excuse of being your Secret Santa,” he shrugs.

You’re momentarily stunned. It dawns on you – he’d been worried about the exact thing you had. You’d been so worried about him being weirded out by you getting him a gift that you waited until you were alone to give it to him, and he’d been so worried about getting you a gift that he convinced someone else to let him have your name in Secret Santa.

How silly of both of you, you think.

He sits by you on your bed, waiting for your response with a patient, albeit uncertain expression. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips.

It had been a fleeting thought when you stared into his eyes under the colorful Alaskan sky – how beautiful it would be to kiss someone under such a serene and mesmerizing sky. How beautiful it would be to kiss him, here. It was a thought that you shoved down, out of fear for crossing a line and making yourself look like an idiot.

It's a thought that is once again at the forefront of your mind, sitting beside him in your bedroom under the imitation aurora.

Under the true northern lights, or under your bedroom ceiling in New York – it doesn’t matter. You think kissing him would be beautiful anywhere.

And so you do.

Or he does – you’re not actually sure who leans forward first. But you are sure that he still tastes faintly of maple syrup and coffee from breakfast, and that when he cups your face in his flesh hand and tilts it to give him a better angle to sweep his tongue along your bottom lip, your brain turns to static white noise.

You let him set the pace – it’s slow and soft, like he’s trying to memorize the map that his tongue draws inside your mouth. You place one of your hands on the back of his neck, intertwining your fingers in the short tufts of hair.

Still holding your face in his hand, he pulls away with a gentle tug of your bottom lip between his teeth and looks at you in the blue-green glow of the projector’s illumination.

“Was that my present?” he smiles, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You laugh, reeling in the afterglow of the kiss.

You drop your hand from his neck, and hold up a singular finger to him, indicating for him to give you a moment. You walk over to your closet, retrieving the large gift bag containing the phonograph.

When you walk back over to your bed, you turn on your bedside table lamp for a bit more light before handing him the bag.

He smiles, blushing faintly as he pulls the tissue paper out of the gift bag. He eases the package out of the bag slowly, as if he’s scared the contents will break. You watch as he takes his time with the unboxing, now feeling a fresh wave of nervousness at the anticipation of him seeing the gift.

His smile only grows once he realizes what it is.

“My ma used to have one just like this,” he murmurs in awe. He grabs your hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Thank you. It's perfect.”

He turns to place it behind him on your mattress before pulling your face to his once more. It’s shorter than the kiss before, but just as tender and sweet.

“But just so you know, you could have just given me a kiss, and I would’ve been just as thrilled.”

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What Makes Yelagiri a Perfect Weekend Escape?

Tucked between the bustling cities of Chennai and Bangalore lies Yelagiri — a calm, scenic escape for nature lovers and adventure seekers alike. If you're planning your first visit or are still wondering whether it's worth the trip, this guide has all the essential answers.

✅ Perfect for weekend getaways, peaceful retreats, and outdoor adventures, Yelagiri has been gaining attention — but remains uncrowded and refreshingly untouched by mass tourism.

📌 Where Is Yelagiri, and Why Should You Visit?

Located in the Tirupattur district of Tamil Nadu, Yelagiri is a small hill station situated at about 1,100 meters above sea level. Unlike more commercialized hill stations like Ooty or Kodaikanal, Yelagiri maintains a quiet charm that appeals to offbeat travelers.

Why Yelagiri Is Worth the Trip:

Unspoiled natural surroundings

Easy-to-moderate treks for beginners

Unique stays like glamping and tent cottages

Less crowded, more affordable than Ooty or Coorg

Easily accessible from both Bangalore and Chennai

Best Time to Visit Yelagiri

November to February (Best Weather)

Crisp mornings, perfect for trekking and sightseeing

Clear views from hilltops like Swamimalai

Great for bonfires and glamping experiences

July to September (Monsoon Magic)

Jalagamparai Waterfalls at their best

Lush greenery and flowing waterfalls

Treks can be muddy but scenic

How to Reach Yelagiri

🚗 By Car: 3–4 hours drive from Bangalore (160 km), 5 hours from Chennai (230 km)

🚆 By Train: Nearest station is Jolarpettai Junction (21 km away)

✈️ By Air: Closest airports are in Bangalore and Chennai, with taxis or buses available

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Must-Visit Places in Yelagiri

🌄 1. Swamimalai Hill Trek

Most popular viewpoint in Yelagiri

3 km moderate trek — ideal for beginners

Offers panoramic views of the valley

🚣‍♂️ 2. Punganoor Lake & Nature Park

Pedal boating, children's park, and relaxing walks

Ideal for families with kids

🌊 3. Jalagamparai Waterfalls

Best visited in monsoon

A peaceful 5 km trek through forested trails

🌿 4. Yelagiri Herbal Farm

Learn about medicinal plants native to the region

Educational and serene

🌌 5. Telescope Observatory A unique opportunity for stargazing on clear nights

Where to Stay in Yelagiri

There are eco-stays, tents, wooden cottages, and even luxury glamping cabins available across the hill station. If you’re looking for curated stays, HeyGoTrip offers Yelagiri tour packages that include:

Tent camping experiences

A-frame glamping accommodations

Trek guides and local cultural add-ons

Meals and pickup from Jolarpettai or Bangalore

🛏️ Perfect for solo travelers, couples, and small families.

What to Eat in Yelagiri

Local Tamil-style vegetarian meals

Street-side snacks near the lake

Tribal delicacies (available on request through some packages)

Fresh local fruits like jackfruit and guava

What to Pack

✔️ Comfortable walking shoes ✔️ Light woolens (especially Nov–Feb) ✔️ Power bank and flashlight ✔️ Water bottle and basic snacks ✔️ Mosquito repellent ✔️ Personal ID for hotel check-ins

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

❓ How many days are enough for Yelagiri? 2 days is perfect for most sightseeing and activities. Add a day if you plan to trek or camp.

❓ Is Yelagiri better than Ooty? If you prefer peace, affordable travel, and fewer crowds — Yelagiri is a great alternative.

🔗 Why Book Yelagiri Packages with HeyGoTrip?

Unlike generic booking platforms, HeyGoTrip focuses on curated experiences, not just hotel rooms. Their Yelagiri packages include:

Guided treks

Offbeat stays (tent & A-frame cabins)

Local food experiences

Easy booking and real-time support

✨ Whether you’re a planner or a spontaneous traveler, they help you discover the best of Yelagiri without stress.

Yelagiri might not make every mainstream travel list — but that’s exactly what makes it special. It's nature without the crowds, adventure without the chaos, and rest without breaking the bank. And with a reliable travel partner like HeyGoTrip, your journey can be as memorable as the destination itself.

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Night tour of Delhi by Private Tour Guide India Company.

Unveiling the Magic: Night Tour of Delhi by Private Tour Guide India Company

When the sun dips below the horizon, Delhi transforms. The chaos of the day gives way to a cooler, calmer version of itself, illuminated by glowing street lights, historical monuments bathed in soft hues, and the sounds of the city taking on a different rhythm. The Night Tour of Delhi offered by Private Tour Guide India Company is your exclusive gateway to experiencing this magical transformation.

Why Choose a Night Tour of Delhi?

Let’s face it — Delhi can be overwhelming during the day. The traffic, the crowds, the heat. But at night? It’s a whole new world. You get to witness the city’s heritage, spirituality, and vibrance without the daytime buzz.

This private night tour isn’t just sightseeing — it’s storytelling. Your personal guide ensures you don’t just see Delhi, but truly feel it.

🌃 Highlights of the Delhi Night Tour

✨ India Gate

Lit beautifully at night, India Gate stands tall as a war memorial for fallen soldiers. The illuminated arc, flanked by fountains and a patriotic vibe, is a breathtaking sight after dark.

🏛️ Rashtrapati Bhavan (President's House)

Catch a majestic view of this architectural marvel. The whole stretch from India Gate to Rashtrapati Bhavan glows with golden lights, perfect for stunning night photography.

⛲ Connaught Place

The colonial-style market circle buzzes with energy even at night. Your guide will walk you through its history, the British influence, and maybe even sneak in a quick stop at a classic café.

🕌 Jama Masjid & Old Delhi Drive-Through

Even from the outside, Jama Masjid looks regal under the moonlight. Your guide will drive you through the narrow, historic lanes of Old Delhi — past spice markets, mosques, and neon-lit chaos that feels like a movie scene.

🛍️ Night Bazaars & Street Life

Explore bustling night markets like Janpath or Dilli Haat (subject to time). You’ll see locals, food stalls, music, and colors — all under the stars.

🌌 Raj Ghat (Drive-by)

This peaceful memorial to Mahatma Gandhi reflects serenity, even when seen from your car.

What’s Included in the Tour?

✅ Private, air-conditioned car with driver

✅ Live professional tour guide

✅ Pickup and drop-off from your hotel

✅ Mineral water bottles

✅ Flexibility to customize stops

✅ Evening snacks or tea stop (optional)

Best Time to Take the Tour

The ideal time to start is around 6:00 PM — you’ll catch the twilight melting into night, with enough time to explore before things wind down.

The tour usually lasts about 3 to 4 hours, but it can be customized based on your preferences.

Why Private Tour Guide India Company?

With decades of experience and local expertise, this company ensures more than just a guided drive — it offers curated stories, safety, comfort, and personalized attention.

They’ve received top ratings on TripAdvisor and Google, with travelers praising their knowledgeable guides, comfortable cars, and the unique vibe of the night tour.

Travel Tips for Your Delhi Night Tour

🎒 Wear comfortable clothing, but carry a light jacket (Delhi nights can get breezy!)

📸 Don’t forget your camera or phone — Delhi by night is insanely photogenic.

🧘 Ask your guide to stop at a local tea stall or paan shop for that authentic flavor.

🚦 Be prepared for occasional traffic — it’s still Delhi!

The Experience in One Word: Enchanting

This isn't just sightseeing — it's an emotion. Whether you’re a first-time visitor or someone revisiting Delhi, the Night Tour by Private Tour Guide India Company will give you a deeper appreciation of the city’s charm after dark.

How to Book

Booking is easy via their website Private Tour Guide India Company or through WhatsApp and direct phone contact. They’re known for responsive service and custom itinerary options.

Conclusion

A Night Tour of Delhi reveals a quieter, more poetic side of the capital city. With Private Tour Guide India Company, you’re not just checking off places on a map — you’re immersing yourself in stories, lights, and moments that will stay with you long after you’ve left.

FAQs

1. Is it safe to explore Delhi at night?

Absolutely! The tour is private, guided, and conducted in a comfortable car with hotel pickup/drop. Safety is a top priority.

2. Can the tour be customized based on my preferences?

Yes! You can request additional stops, spend more time in certain areas, or include a dinner stop.

3. What languages do the guides speak?

Primarily English and Hindi, but guides for other languages (like Spanish, French, German) are available on request.

4. Is this tour suitable for families with children?

Yes! It’s family-friendly and can be adjusted to suit younger travelers' needs.

5. How much does it cost?

Prices vary based on group size and customization but are very reasonable. Contact the company directly for exact rates.

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Entouré d'étoiles 🌌

It's a night where the wind is whistling, singing amongst the tall grass that is dancing along to the melodies of nature.

A small, redwood cabin houses a small, insightful lady with a resting face of tension; her raised brows and sorrowful eyes.

What's most captivating about her sorrowful eyes are how compassionate they are. You look straight into them and you feel the warm, gentle embrace of her soul bleed into you.

She was a pondering soul with a mind vibrant like water colour flowing across the canvas; waddling herself throughout the field of tall grass and flowers.

Every so often, the small boy from the woods would pay her a visit; you'd hear him scurry through the field, making his way to her cozy dwelling.

There she is, sitting on her small, white bench as she's watching the sun set. The small boy approaches her with his face of radiance and optimistic nature; taking perky steps up towards the porch.

Pointing at the sky, "Lovely day", he speaks with such cheeky expression, as he is "one cheeky bastard".

As the sun finally greets them with a goodnight,

The small boy, ups and leaves quite abruptly.

"Where must you go, and why so soon?", She says with her typical, quizzical face.

In such mystery, he just smiles at her and skips away, back into the forest.

She is always puzzled by their brief interactions, "who is he anyways?"

As the night goes on, she treats herself to some hot cocoa, as she waits for the cookies to come out the oven.

Night walk by Gavin Luke is spinning away on her record player, filling up the cozy walls of her cabin.

She often likes to enjoy a quiet night like this,

Sitting in front of her fireplace, as the seasons are just beginning to shift,

As the Autumn leaves begin to fade and make way for the Winter.

She often lays in bed with her eyes closed, trying oh so hard to just drift away into her slumber.

That's the problem.

"Do you remember the day your lover got shot by an arrow in front of you and died?"

Do you ever ask why? A lovely, gentle young lady like her, living alone in the middle of nowhere?

Not a single soul to speak, not a single ounce of company to keep?

Who are "her people" ?, And where are they?

The next day, she wakes up to the sounds of birds chirping, in variations, singing different tunes.

In a sluggish manner, she makes her way to the kitchen with her languid face and messy bed head.

Today is such a sunny day, with the sun smiling upon the Earth, the tall grass as green as ever, with the sunlight making her eyes sparkle.

She decides that today she wants to wear a long, navy blue, flowy and floral skirt with a simple, timberwolf gray crop top. She has little soft blue butterflies clipped to her long, flowing, curly hair; the butterflies neatly resting amongst her hair as if it was some mystical garden.

She spends the day wandering around the field with her hair and skirt flowing in the wind. A slow day filled with absolute solace, meditative tranquility, and thoughts flowing through her mind like a river.

She began to understand why he loathed in his melancholic solitude.

"Do you remember why you came to live all the way out here in the first place?"

"Why you decided to stay here after everything, instead of going back home?"

The sun is beginning to set again.

This time, she is on the very tip top of the roof, looking down at the field and at her cabin.

She is meditating in the sun, having the light blind her eyes, as thoughts race through her mind.

"What's more peaceful?"

"To enjoy the sweetness of this serenity?"

..."Or to just be with him again."

"Are you gonna jump?", The small boy tells her in a sardonic manner as he surprises her with his presence.

He was pulling a truck bed-sized wagon filled with auburn, russet Autumn, leaves.

As she was standing on the very tip top of her cabin, bowled over by his spontaneous appearance; she then slips and falls off the roof.

The small boy rushes over to pull the wagon to the front of where she was falling; in which she lands right into the pile of leaves.

Her eyes opening as she's laying on her back on top of the leaves ; she exclaims in awe, "No fucking way."

She had really thought it was truly over, that "I guess this is it."

The small boy reaches his hand out to help pull her out of the wagon.

She is appalled.

Looking as stern as ever, yet quite clearly relieved that she did not just fall off the roof and splat right on to the ground.

Stammering in confusion as to how she just happened to break her fall over a pile of leaves in a wagon.

The small boy is just standing there like the cheeky bastard he is, cracking a slight smile, trying not to laugh, "They call it fall for a reason."

She can't help but let out a soft giggle and asks him , "what is your name anyways huh?"

He tells her, "Timothy L'k.o.t.s...", brief pause, "And I guess I just caught you", bursting in the childish laughter he was trying to conceal.

Grabbing an arms full of leaves, she throws it at him saying, "Everything is just so funny to you, isn't it?"

Still humored by his jokes, she asks him, "No seriously, what is your name?"

With his face turning straight for a minute, "I am being serious." Brief pause, "I am Timothy, Le keeper of the stars."

Intrigued by his title, she then introduces herself, "Well, star boy, my name is Monserrat De La Flora."

With a slight grin to match his cheekiness, she then tells him, "Now that I caught on, just call me Monse for short."

All suspense has died down as the atmosphere began to ease up. The sun then has set and the night sky took over.

Monse invites Timothy to come into her cabin, "Why don't you come in for some tea?"

He does so hesitantly; she asks him "What? You've never stepped foot inside of a home before ?"

With her sorrowful, deep eyes staring at him; his eyes begin to light up as he is embraced by the warmth of her home...and her eyes.

She then decides to put some music,

(forever?????????) By glass beach starts spinning on the record player.

"Have a seat, star boy", she tells him as she hands him a deep, ocean blue mug, with wild berry herbal tea.

As they're both sitting on comfy couch chairs nearby the window and fireplace; she proceeds to ask him,

"So why do they call you, the keeper of the stars ?"

He stammers subtly, "Well, there's not much I can say and I can't show you in here. We'll have to go outside."

As they both finish up their tea, he tells her, "you ready Monse ?"

They go outside to see what Timothy has in store, to see why he is this so-called, " Le keeper of the stars."

Music is so special by Brothers with soul begins to play.

The night sky, midnight blue and the wind, once again, singing it's special tune.

Timothy pulls out this minuscule carpet, rolled up to fit his pockets somehow.

He lays it flat on the mowed grass area in front of the cabin; the carpet elegantly lays flat on it's own.

She lets out a subtle laugh and asks "so, you have a magic carpet?", In her jeering yet kind tone, displaying genuine curiousity whilst poking at him a bit.

He looks at her with honest eyes, "pfft, this is more than just a magic carpet." Facing towards the carpet, "Here, sit down."

As they're both sitting down underneath the sky, surrounded by stars, he begins to tell her a little tale.

"...Before I fell down from the sky as a shooting star, I was shot by an arrow. After getting shot, I immediately fell down from the sky as a star. I don't recall anything in between that..."

Her eyes quickly become tear-filled, stammering "y-you mean, you got shot by an arrow?"

"-you know, I have a memory. So strangely familiar.."

He gazes deeply at her face with eyes that tell all, "As do I...my love."

The night is singing once more, he then breaks the brief silence by telling her,

"Let us lay flat dear, I want to show you something."

Gently holding her hand, he asks her,

"show me your deepest pain, show me the ache of your soul, and continue laying flat with your eyes closed."

In doing so, whilst holding her hand, her whole body begins to glow with this galactic aura.

The aura then shatters, and a dim, gold light seeps through the cracks.

He then tells her, "open your eyes and sit back up."

In doing so, she sees her aura, then she sees him holding a heart of similar pattern and texture.

"This your heart.", He tells her with a stern look, "now watch this."

In his hands, you see the heart shatter much like glass, cutting his arms, having blood streaming down his wrists.

She looks slightly petrified yet remains faithful in what he's trying to show her.

"Now I must call upon the stars." ,Timothy whistles up at the sky; A whistle that sounds much like a magic flute. You can see the sound waves of his whistle fly up, penetrating the sky.

A star flys down and into his left hand. With his bloody right hand, holding her heart up to her chest and a star in another. The star begins to glisten brightly as it bleeds down his left arm, turning it gold. The gold, goo-like substance makes way to the broken heart on his right hand.

One moment at a time, the starry liquid mends the broken heart, making it sparkle. All the blood is evaporated off his arms; he then proceeds to wrap his arms around her tightly, filling the cracks of her aura with a shimmering gold, starry fluid.

Her compassionate eyes tear up as she is enchanted, having her jaw dropped to the floor. He tells her, "Hold on, there's more, now just lay back down."

Can we stay like this a little longer by Cosi starts playing as she is laying right next to him in his arms, under the stars.

As they're looking up at the stars, the night sky begins to swallow them both whole, much like a planetarium.

At this point, Monse is in pure astoundment as she lifts her head up slightly to see that all the grass is gone, everything is gone.

It's just her, Timothy, and the carpet; surrounded by the void of the night sky, the abyssal blackness with little spots of glowing light; stars.

Timothy, in a narrative tone then says, " Mon amour, your eyes are the night sky full of stars, you are the gold, star-like fluid that mends my heart, you are the songs of nature, and what makes love art."

"Together, with the energy our love radiates, we are Entouré d'étoiles 🌌."

Before he goes back to the forest, he hands her the star; she holds the star closely to her heart.

"Goodnight dear, for I must return to the forest now. I'll return to thee and perhaps next time you shall see, just where I reside, at my dwelling that is of trees.", He tells her as he's walking away, crunching the leaves and blowing her a kiss goodnight from a distance.

The kiss floats towards her, making way to land right on her forehead, skipping down to her cheek, and lastly, to her lips.

Dream river. By Woodsman is playing as the scene fades to black.

Happy listening (-: !

-Alex M.