#they shine the brightest as seven

[septembersghost]

I saw Elvis in a store today and thought of you. literally in my mind he is just yours now.

WAHHHHHHHHHHH

also i enjoy how you phrased this as though you physically ran into him in a store. you walked in and he was there. and told you to say hi to me.

[did-i-do-this-write]

Heads Up 7 Up

Rules: Post the last 7 sentences you’ve written and tag seven people.

Me? Finally doing a tag game after like three months? It's more likely than you think.

I was tagged quite a while ago by @the-inkwell-variable! It took some time for me to respond, but thank you nonetheless for tagging me! I really appreciate it!

Here is a snippet from the outline (will be HEAVILY edited eventually haha) of Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest:

[He knew that Qrow was suffering and in a dark place, and he didn’t reach out.]

Oz: “I’m so sorry, Qrow.”

[He whispers to no one as he lays Qrow’s blanket over him properly.  He places a comforting hand on Qrow’s cheek, half expecting him to wake up.  When nothing happens, he slowly trudges back to his bedroom.  One last look at his friend leaves a pain in his chest.]

I’m sorry I didn’t do enough.

For this chapter, I really said 'angst' :)

Anyway, I will keep the chain alive!

Tagging: @my-writblr, @dysphorie, @gracemlachakwrites, @pathsofoak, @bowl-of-shortness, @tc-doherty, and @asher-orion-writes

No pressure!

[andersonfilms]

ღ ELECTRAPLAYER ✶ SEVEN INCHES DEEP !

series masterlist collab series w/ the talented, sweet baby — @abbyscherry

tags. eighteen+, strap sex (abby!r), daddy kink, breeding kink, masc!reader but can be read by all, part of a series but can be read on it’s own.

you're gripping her hair like she's your favorite vice, cock stretching her pretty pussy, even prettier ass recoiling against you. toned back arched for you as she moans like a whore. only down side is you can't see the effect you're having on her pretty face. the moans abby continues to let out are enough to hold you over until you can see her sun-kissed skin cheeks again, hundreds of adorable freckles decorating her nose with the soft bend. the one you adore more than the stars in the sky. 

you’d been staring at her all night the day before, entranced with her beauty yet again. it’d just been the two of you, a starry skin, and her. the empty beer bottles kissing the plush grass had her singing, saying some stupid joke but caused you to have a belly laugh. incredibly loud, obnoxious even, but it makes her laugh even harder. 

the sun couldn’t hold their own against her shine. the brightest star you’ve ever known. the sick feeling comes back in moments like these, afraid of the unknown. what if it doesn’t work? nagging and deafening, the thought picks at your brain like zombies off a dead carcass. all of this could end in a moment, just like the rest but you try to believe otherwise when she does shine with blissful ignorance. 

you want to sit in it with her. 

sometimes, it’s hard to believe she’s just yours. there’s not a single soul but you to take care of her, praise her, worship her. every bit of her is for you, but tonight she’s stubborn. batting her eyelashes, give you fuck me eyes. the little brat knew it would work too. 

“is this what you wanted? fucking begging me all day to be fucked. texting me, calling me all day while i train, fuck, making me lose my focus.” you pull harder on her golden hair. a fist full of her hair, a whimpering slut — you can practically see the drool. “and sending me the video of your tits in the shower, slippery and soapy. low fucking blow.” 

“daddy, i just needed you. m’sorry, i—” you slap her ass, effectively shutting her up. well…her words only. abby moans instead, muffled by the sheets beneath her. “what? you’re fucking sorry? had to cut my day early because of you. what was so important it couldn’t wait?” 

“i don’t want to say. it’s really embarrassing.” she shyly remarks. 

“babygirl, i’m seven inches in your pussy. don’t think there should be any more secrets between us.” you slap her ass again and abby  knows what it means. 

better fess up or there’s much more painful punishments to come. 

honestly, abby ponders for a moment. almost taking them up on the offer but her need to cum far outweighs the bratty little devil resting on her shoulder. even if she hadn’t made the decision for herself, you would have gotten abby there. 

your pace increases, fucking her harder, faster. “talking back to me isn’t a smart move. you and i both know it.” you can hear just how wet she is; every thrust sends her closer and closer to what she craves. the pleasure is practically on her tongue. pink, raw lips pleading for the craving she can never satiate. not with you. 

the confession threatening to fall from her tongue, but she bites on it. rather taking the pinching in her mouth than admit she’s wrong. with anyone else, she’s always gotten her way. but with you, you effectively know how to shut her right the fuck up. 

“tell me what i want to hear. what’s in this pretty head angel? hm? does daddy need to fuck your harder? y’know i will.” without prompt, you start piston fucking into her, the flimsy headboard beating against the wall. her moans growing louder, heavier, sluttier. 

“f-fuck, daddy. shit, shit, shit.” abby can’t stop whining, her thighs shaking controllably, back arching ever further, if it was even possible. “please? fuck, i-, need you to spill, daddy. please need to be stuffed full of your cum.” without any buffer you’re pulling her hair so hard, abby’s back collides with your chest. 

your cock filling her up even deeper as you continue to fuck her. she almost pulls your hair out from the root, before her neck to bitting into your neck, sucking, before she lets her tongue soothe over the mark. 

it’s obvious, you’re so close to cumming. you can hardly stand and fuck, the base of the harness is rubbing against your clit. god, combined with abby’s moans. you’re close. 

“fuck yeah? wanna have my babies baby? want me knock you up? pump you full of cum until you just can’t fucking take anymore?” 

“please, god, daddy i-, i’m going to come. can i come? please? fuck, need to come all over your cock. please say yes. god, daddy?” 

the last words are a nail in her coffin. 

“c’mon babygirl. show me how much you want me to breed you. need to know how worthy you are of my cum. my babies. fucking show me how much of a dirty slut you are.” you press your lips on her ear, kissing it softly. “that's right. just for daddy."

hope you enjoyed! mwah mwah!

[kaneaken]

Malleus is the picture of calm and collected, at least to you. However, the Malleus that stood in front of you, who was out of breath, was the exact opposite.

"Dearest, thank the Sevens..." Malleus says, resting his hand on the fence to catch his breath.

Malleus is always associated with dark colors, at least all the times you've seen him. However, the Malleus that stood in front of you, who was holding the brightest sunflower you have seen, was the opposite.

"I will not forgive myself for forgetting such a beautiful occasion. I have no excuse, so I will not bore you with made up stories. I would like to give you this sunflower. It is as bright as you when you smile, my love. Of course, nothing shines as brightly as you."

He takes a step forward, extending the large flower to you. When it is in your grasp, he takes your free hand and presses a kiss against it.

Malleus's love is as grand as the universe, at least, you believe so. Even as he stands before you, out of breath, you believe it's still true.

"I love you, my darling. Happy birthday."

author's note; actually finished my birthday post this year <3 wishing myself a happy birthday by writing a short drabble with my favorite dragon (pre neuvillette) a very happy birthday to anyone else who I share a birthday with (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: vulnerability

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: angst & fluff

pairing: alastor x reader x lucifer

summary: you find alastor after the battle in bad shape. you have to help him and get him healed.

note: this is the fic from the snippet i posted the other day! ☺️

After the battle, you saw immediately that Alastor was missing. Quickly running off to search for him and realizing the only place he could be was the broken down radio tower. Finding Alastor broken and battered in that tower did not fare well with your soul. You helped patch him up temporarily, but he was still bleeding a lot, barely hanging on to a thread of consciousness.

“Al, I need you to get us to Luce’s room. Can you do that?” You ask, looking at him, your hand caressing his face. He nods, shockingly quiet and with a heavy sigh, you’re both engulfed in shadows and reappear in a bright and circular room. You support Alastor, clumsily as his seven foot frame leaning on your five foot frame was difficult to manage. You get him over to a chair and look at him.

“Al, I’m going to grab Lucifer.” You whisper, tears coming to your eyes looking at him. The bandages not even looking pristine at this point and his blood seeping through quickly. His button up open and hanging on his shoulders as he slumped in the chair, looking the most human you had seen him.

“Just stay with me chére. He’ll come.” Alastor murmured, pulling you to the arm of his chair.

“Please, Alastor. You’re scaring me. You’ve lost so much blood. And I can’t… I can’t loose you.” You look at him, tears falling down your face. He looks at you and shakes his head.

“You couldn’t-“ He’s cut off as the door opens and a disshelved Lucifer comes charging in, his eyes wide and when it lands on the both of you he gasps.

“Fuck Alastor.” He says coming over, making you cry harder. “Is he…” Lucifer trails off thinking the worst. Alastor opens his eyes for a moment and looks at Lucifer.

“You wish.” He whispers. Lucifer’s eyes widen and he goes to the other side of Alastor.

“You’re making our girl cry, asshole.” Lucifer points out. Alastor looks at you with a soft smile.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay.” He tries to assure you but when he moves a bit, the bandages start leaking. Lucifer’s eyes widen.

“It’s not letting you heal is it?” Lucifer asks.

“No, I haven’t been able to heal at all.” Alastor responds, his hand going to the wound again on his chest. Lucifer takes his jacket off and tells you to stand away. You shake your head as Alastor grabs your hand.

“Fine. Fine. This might hurt.” Lucifer warns as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. Your mind is reeling on what this all means and what Lucifer is doing. But you stay silent, knowing that your questions right now would delay whatever they were doing.

“Do your worst.” Alastor grinds out. Lucifer puts his hands on Alastor’s chest and his hands start to glow gold. Suddenly the wound it self is glowing gold and Alastor’s eyes shoot open. The scream that rings out is nothing like you’ve ever heard. Alastor starts thrashing, trying to get away.

“Damn it, hold him down!” Lucifer yells at you as he keeps his hands on Alastor’s chest. You push Alastor’s shoulders down as he looks at you betrayed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You have to stay here, please.” You tell Alastor as tears fall from your eyes as Alastor’s demonic form takes shape.

“Fuck, Al, calm down!” Lucifer yells pushing him back down now with you.

“Alastor, please, we’re trying to help you. Lucifer is healing you. Please, we love you, we wouldn’t hurt you.” You say, gently taking his face in your hands. His eyes lock on yours and you watch as the radio dials fade and his crimson eyes shine back.

“Darling…” He whispers and cries out as the golden glow is the brightest and then the room is shrouded in what feels like darkness, but it’s just the same light as before. You look at Lucifer and see the sweat that had beaded on his forehead, and you wiped it away. Lucifer looks up at you grateful. You both look down at Alastor as he looks down at his chest which he unwrapped. You follow his eyes and see the wound healed but almost like golden stitches were tattooed across it. It wasn’t normal gold though, they glittered and were almost glowing in the dark.

“You branded me.” Alastor deadpans looking at Lucifer. Lucifer just glares at him, his eyes partially lidded with exhaustion.

“Thank you Lucifer for saving me.” You say. “Oh you’re welcome Alastor, I’d probably do it again.” You look at Alastor after that, “These tattoos are pretty cool. Thanks again for saving me. Love you!” You then look at Lucifer, the panic you felt before fading into manic, “Oh no problem. They look great! Love you too!”

You shake your head as you hop down off the chair and walk into the bathroom, missing the looks that Lucifer and Alastor exchange. You grab some soap and start washing your hands, getting ready to wash your face. Wanting to be away from both Lucifer and Alastor’s sheer ridiculousness.

“Ducky, why are you crying?” Lucifer asks, standing on your right behind you, scaring you as you jump, not hearing him or Alastor come into the bathroom.

“I-I’m not. Not crying.” You say looking at your self in the mirror. You blink and more tears fall. “Maybe I am.” You sigh.

“Why?” Alastor asks.

“Why? Why?” You ask loudly rounding on them. “I almost watched you die, Alastor. And either one of you could have died in that damn battle. And I just- I can’t loose you. I just… I can’t loose you both.” You whisper out as you slump against the counter of the bathroom, hiding your face in your hands. There’s a beat of silence and then you feel two hands pull your hands from your face. Your eyes meeting Alastor’s.

“I told you I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers, holding your hands to his chest.

“And I’m not going anywhere.” Lucifer says, coming to your side and resting his head on your shoulder. You sob as you stand there.

“You promise?” You ask, feeling ridiculous asking these two beings to promise. But you needed something that felt more concrete than their words at that moment.

“I swear it.” Lucifer says, kissing your lips.

“So do I.” Alastor adds on, kissing both your hands. You nod and take one hand to wipe the tears away from your eyes. Alastor stops you and wipes the tears from your eyes for you. And then suddenly your clothes are changed into pajamas. You look at Lucifer who is also in his pajamas, smiling for the first time.

“Remedial creation, darling.” Lucifer winks at you.

“Aren’t you just a useful little devil?” Alastor purrs, and both yours and Lucifer’s eyes widen. Lucifer’s cheeks completely red. You chuckle as you walk through them to the bed. As you look back you see them murmur something to each other and both nod, as Lucifer hugs Alastor. Alastor pulls Lucifer back and quickly gives the King of Hell a quick kiss and they both make their way to the bed. You climb in and ask what side each wants or where they want to sleep.

“May I-uh, sleep in the middle?” Alastor asks, still uncharacteristically quiet.

You excitedly nod and hop on the left side as Lucifer takes the right. You cozy up to Alastor’s left side and rest your hand on his chest. Lucifer grabs your hand as you both rest your hands on Alastor’s chest and cuddles into his right side. Alastor, is fast asleep almost the minute his head hits the pillow. You look at Lucifer who is also out like a light and smile. You all made it through this, you could make it through whatever came next.

[dragon-kazansky]

The song in our hearts

Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader

A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Seven - Eleanor

You aren't seen by Amelie all week. The first glimpse she gets of you is at the theater that following Friday. You hadn't told her you had spent almost every night in Lestat's home. That would definitely give her ideas, and you didn't need that right now.

She follows you into your dressing room. You take a seat at your table and look at your reflection. You're looking a little paler than before.

“Are you alright?” Amelie asks softly. She could tell she was worried about you. “I went to your house a couple times, you weren't there.”

You turn and look at her. “I've been… busy.”

Amelie comes closer and takes your hand in hers. “Busy?”

“I've just got a lot going on.”

She presses her hand to your forehead. “You look a little off, but you don't seem to have a temperature. Do you need anything? Water? Food? To rest a little?”

You shake your head. “No. I'm okay.”

“If you're sure…” Amelie doesn't look convinced. She steps away and takes her leave.

You slump agaiant your dressing table and sigh, fingers digging into your hair. All week you have been sneaking off to Lestat's to simply be with him. To let him taste you. To let him hold you.

God, the way his arms felt around you was a dream. You wanted nothing more than that in life. Well, there was perhaps more you could want to do with him. He certainly knew as much.

‘Are you alright, Chéri?’ 

His voice is in your head. He seems to know every thought and feeling you have. You find you don't mind quite as much. 

‘You're thinking a lot. Don't worry, mon amour.’

My love. That was the first time he had called you that.

A knock at your door makes you jump and turn around to see who it was. “Come in.”

The door opens and Jack enters. You offer him a smile and he smiles in return. “Amelie looked worried. Are you okay?” He asks.

“I assure you, I am well.”

‘More than well.’

You ignore Lestat in your mind.

“No one has seen or heard anything from you all week.”

‘I have certainly heard you.’

“No. I'm sorry. I've been busy. I'm still here though.” You smile again.

“Good. You're my best performer. You and that piano are my stars.”

‘The brightest star I have ever seen.’

You smile, but who you're smiling from is the question. You know who.

“I'll let you get ready.” Jack leaves you alone to prepare. 

You look at yourself in the mirror and stare hard at your reflection. You smile at yourself.

The magician on stage takes a bow, and people applaud. Lestat watches with disinterest. He doesn't care for anyone else in this show. He wants to see his shining star. His darling. His music maker.

The stage clears and the lights turn to the manager, Jack. He babbles for a little while and then addresses the crowd with open arms. Lestat leans forward in his seat, a proud grin on his lips.

Your name is announced.

The curtain open to reveal your piano in place and as Jack exists the stage, you come on. Lestat can't teat his eyes away from you. You're wearing a gorgeous gown and around your neck is that ruby red necklace he gave you months ago.

Your eyes find his own and he winks at you from his box. You're gorgeous.

You take a bow and sit down at your piano. A few moments of silence fill the room before you fill the air with your beautiful music. You're playing his song again. Lestat smiles. If this was a declaration, he was listening.

Everyone in the room was hanging on to every note. You had them completely wrapped up in your magic. You were the siren and they were the sailors.

You played for the next half hour. You enchanted every soul in the room.

Lestat had fallen even more for you.

When your time was done you took a bow and left the stage. Lestat, as usual, leaves his box. He's waiting for you at your dressing room before anyone else. You smile as he reaches out and caresses your cheek gently with his fingers. His touch is ghostly, so light you could barely feel it.

As Lestat leans in, almost as if to kiss you, you're both interrupted by a voice. You both turn to see a young woman, mid twenties at least, looking at you.

“Excuse me, I don't suppose you know where Noah is? I didn't see him in the show tonight and I wanted to speak to him.”

You feel yourself go stiff. Lestat grabs your arm gently and smiles at the woman. “Who is asking?”

“My name is Eleanor. I'm Noah's sister. I wrote to him to tell him I was coming to see him perform, but I didn't get a response, at least not one that arrived in time.” She shuffles on the spot slightly. “I was disappointed to see he was not on stage tonight. Don't suppose you know where he's staying?”

You turn your eyes to Lestat for help. What were you supposed to say? ‘Oh gosh, we're so sorry, you see, your brother was being an ass and Lestat decided to feed on him until he was dead.’

Yeah, that would go down well.

“Did you not hear? He left,” Lestat tells her.

The woman visibly deflates. “He did? No, I hadn't heard.”

Lestat keeps his hand on your arm to keep you calm. “Perhaps his letter had yet to reach you.”

“Possibly,” she sighs.

Lestat feels you grabbing at the sleeve and puts on a polite expression for Eleanor. “If you don't mind, we are just leaving.”

She looks between you both and steps back, getting the message. “Of course. Forgive me. I better contact home and see if Noah got through. Thank you kindly, both of you.”

Lestat takes your hand and guides you past the young woman. You're holding onto him tight. He can feel your panic just from the touch of your hand.

Once you're out of the theater you drag him into the alley nearby. 

“Shit, Shit, Shit!” You hiss out. “What are we gonna do?”

“Nothing,” he replies nonchalantly. 

“Nothing?” You stare at him in disbelief. “You killed her brother and she's looking for him!”

Lestat shrugs. “So? She'll never find him. I disposed of the body.”

“Oh my God!”

“He can't help you.”

You glare at the vampire. “This isn't funny! I'm the last person Noah went to see. No one knows you were involved!”

“Calm, Chéri. All will be well. No harm shall come to you.” He holds your face in his cold hands.

“Lestat…”

“Shh. If you keep on worrying you'll get wrinkles.” He taps your nose with his finger. “Do you want that?”

“Stop messing around.” You wave his hands away from your face. “Someone has to take things seriously around here.”

“Why? Nothing to worry about. You'll see.”

You almost hate how unbuttered he is by this, but at the same time, how many times has he done this before? Lestat was a clever man. He surely chose his victims carefully. If people kept on disappearing from the same place, flags would be raised. 

“I trust you,” you say softly.

Lestat grins. “That's what I like to hear. Now, back to mine for a nightcap?”

You roll your eyes and go with him.

When you get back to his house, Lestat can tell you're still freaking out over Eleanor's presence in town. You're all figgity in your seat. Lestat sighs and holds out the glass of wine in front of your face. When you don't take it from him he places it on the table beside you.

“I can make you forget,” he offers.

“Forget?”

“About Eleanor and her questions.”

“That might make things worse,” you sigh. You didn't want to forget that the family of a dead man was out there searching for him.

“Just for tonight.” Lestat leans over, his lips brushing along your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine. 

He closes the distance between you both and wraps his arms around you so smoothly. You fall into his embrace with ease. Whatever line there was between you before had been crossed, and you knew there was no going back. Lestat kisses along your jaw, your breathing came out in small little pants. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Lestat,” he name falls from your lips with ease.

“Shh.” He whispers in your ear. “Tonight you are mine and I am yours.”

His lips press against your own with desire. Long awaited desire. From this single kiss you knew he had been waiting a long time for this. Lestat had had his eyes on you for a while now. It was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted. Lestat could be patient when he wanted to be.

He pulls you into his lap and brings your bodies closer together. It's like a magnetic force bringing you together. You follow after his lips, your hands grab onto him wherever they can. Lestat lets you chase after every part of him that you want.

Your fingers dig into his hair as he pulls you to sit up in his lap. He lifts you up enough so he can lay you down and climb on top of you. His lips leave yours to trail back down your jaw and then your neck. Your back arches as he goes lower, down to your collarbone. His hands stay firm on your hips.

You're about to forget your own damn name, that's for sure.

His large hands go wandering under your clothes. You've never found yourself in this position before. Lestat had you feeling all kinds of ways.

You gasp as he sucks on the spot he bit you from last time you were here. The skin there was sensitive and had you shaking under him.

“Ma petite beauté.”

He speaks in a low voice. He's using every ounce of his charms to keep you with him. It's working.

His fingers pluck at your clothes. You don't even move to stop him. He smirks against your skin.  He's about to undo the buttons but there's firm knocking at the door.

Lestat lifts his head. You look up at him. “Don't answer it.”

“Chéri, I do not get guests.” He looks at you.

You hear the knock again and Lestat rises from the couch. He fixes his hair and stalks slowly toward the door. You sit up and fix your clothes, missing the touch of his lips on your skin.

Lestat opens the doors. You watch from your spot on the sofa. He doesn't say anything as she steps back and lets the person inside.

Amelie.

You stand up quickly and hurry over to her. “What are you doing here?”

“I knew you would be here.” She looks you up and down. “I didn't know where else to go.”

You place your hands on her shoulders and look at her. Lestat watches from the door. He remains quiet as you talk to her.

“It's about Noah… the police came to the theater. His sister called them after finding his apartment. He's gone missing.”

You stare at her. Lestat can see the panic in your eyes. Eleanor was causing him problems. He is normally a little more clever when it comes to his victims.

“What… what's happening?” You ask.

“They're saying kidnap, but… they're also gonna look for a body… It was awful. They were all over the theater lookin’ for clues.”

You glance at Lestat who holds your gaze with a sharp look. You turn back to Amelie. “Let me walk ya home.”

Amelie nods and follows you out. Lestat doesn't even get to kiss you goodbye.

@awanderingghost @theprettiesthead @cosmixstar @theblueslytherin @katherine2098 @sawendel @floofdeloop @sitkafay @bigbaddie45 @bluscryn

@secretisme4 @darkqueen1995 @bridkesby @caribbeangal @sarcasticandfangirl @missjadesfics @kaybart19

[apod]

2024 August 15

Late Night Vallentuna Image Credit & Copyright: P-M Hedén (Clear Skies, TWAN)

Explanation: Bright Mars and even brighter Jupiter are in close conjunction just above the pine trees in this post-midnight skyscape from Vallentuna, Sweden. Taken on August 12 during a geomagnetic storm, the snapshot records the glow of aurora borealis or northern lights, beaming from the left side of the frame. Of course on that date Perseid meteors rained through planet Earth's skies, grains of dust from the shower's parent, periodic comet Swift-Tuttle. The meteor streak at the upper right is a Perseid plowing through the atmosphere at about 60 kilometers per second. Also well-known in in Earth's night sky, the bright Pleides star cluster shines below the Perseid meteor streak. In Greek myth, the Pleiades were seven daughters of the astronomical titan Atlas and sea-nymph Pleione. The Pleiades and their parents' names are given to the cluster's nine brightest stars.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240815.html

[world-of-aus]

Heyyyy, I think I have an idea hehe. I absolutely love mob!Bucky but I have an idea for teacher!Bucky hehe. And I hope you like it.💕

What about Bucky teaches little kids in school and there is that one little kid who adores him and even when he doesn’t admit it he adores her too. When he meets the mother (this would be the reader) he likes her and the little kid is there as well and is completely in love with him hehe.

I’m not sure if it’s a good idea or not. And if not and you don’t write it it’s one but when you write it thank you hehe.💕

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I've altered the request just a tiny bit so I hope you don't mind! I have been obsessed recently with Meet Cute's and decided why not give it a try through your request and see how I do! This is such a self-indulgent fic for me, as I am a Elementary Special Education Teacher so my love for the kids and the job will shine through Bucky in this lol! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy Readings Buns!

Meet the Teacher.

A designated night for parents to do just that, meet their child's teacher.

Though many already knew who Bucky or Mr. Barnes as they all respectfully called him was, many had still filtered in with their child through his open classroom door this evening, if the missing folders he had placed out this afternoon were any indication.

It had been a sight for Bucky to see; what once used to be tear stained cheeks, wobbling lips, and meek hellos offered behind their parent's legs at the beginning of the year were now beaming smiles, small arms wrapping around his waist and the most eager voice telling him all about their day outside of his classroom.

It was the part he loved most about his job, the interactions he had with his students, the growth he was able to be a part of from the beginning of the school year right up to the end when they received their Kinder Diploma.

He was astonished with the group of kids he had this year, all of them growing on him, wedging a piece of them into his heart. And though it happened every year, he was still surprised with how much he grows to care for them all, how much he misses them - though he will see them in passing through the hallways. Even after he's been assigned a new set of kids to mold and grow with.

With his classroom void of students and visitors, he takes the time to walk around and take it all in. Student crafts and paperwork strung from the ceiling, stapled to his wall, even pinned to his bulletin board which he has deemed his wall of memories that sits directly behind his desk.

The kids' drawings of him taking up most of the corkboard background now. He takes it in, noticing that one students art work in particular covers more, and a smile pulls at his lips. She’s the brightest he believes he's had in his seven years of teaching. Keep in mind all of his kids are bright, there's not one child that has walked through his doors that hadn't not surprised him yet, but there's something about this one. She radiates warmth, a certain kindness that he didn't think a six year old could hold, an adult maybe, but a child at this age?

He's proud to be her teacher though, to take away some of that kindness she spreads through his class. He applauds her parents daily on the way they've raised her, he imagines if he had a daughter he'd like to do as good of a job as they've done with her.

A soft knock pulls him from his trance, his breath catching in his chest when he looks to his doorway.

You stand there with a warm smile on your lips your daughter tucked shyly behind your leg, a sight he never believed he'd see. A soft hello meets his ears kicking him into motion as he closes the distance between the two of you. Hand outstretched, yours falls into his, like it fits his heart thinks. "You must be y/d/n's mother," he greets. Your smile nearly brings him to his knees, this is who she gets it from, he thinks, it has to be. You radiate the same warmth.

"Yes, she talks so much about you and your class, Mr. Barnes did this, Mr. Barnes taught that, she's really taken with you, you're doing a wonderful job with your students."

He's complimented plenty by parents and staff, but hers rings a little more with him tonight. Drawing his attention down to the little girl that hides behind her leg, he drops to a squat offering her a smile. "I know it's not morning but," and he tilts his head to the doorway where his visuals sit. He watches as she emerges more from behind you, her finger pointing to where it points every morning. He doesn't hesitate as he opens his arms for her, her little body lunging at him, that giggle that he gets every morning from her finally emerging. There she is.

When he releases her he stands, but her smaller hand finds his as she pulls him inside the room, his evening looking a lot like his morning. He can hear you scold her softly as you follow them in, and he can't help but to look over his shoulder, a shake to his head, "it's alright," he answers, "it's not a problem."

The three of you move further into the room, Bucky following the lead of the little girl pulling his hand, and you trailing just behind the two of them. They come to a stop at her desk, you fall in closer to them as your daughter opens her folder for you to see all the works she's done.

You coo and aww at all the pages she pulls for you to see, that prideful smile on her lips as she waves the pages at you. Bucky takes this time to step in, to compliment you like you did him. "She's a wonderful student, not only in her academics but with her classmates as well, where you daughter is involved no friend of hers is ever left out." Your eyes meet his, warm smile returning to your lips, "you and dad are doing a wonderful job with her, she amazes me everyday really."

There's a slight falter to your smile, and Bucky wonders what he might have said wrong. He watches as your hand falls to your daughters head, smoothing it over her hair, "thank you so much, but it's just me and her." Oh. "I'm so sorry, I should have asked first." He offers mentally scolding himself. You shake your head," It's quite alright Mr. Barnes, you couldn't have known," you say smile returning, "I always worry that I might not be doing the best I can by her but -"

"You're doing a wonderful job," he cuts in hoping to right his wrong, wanting to suddenly stop any negative thought waiting to leave your parted lips, because you were doing an amazing job. "Y/d/n is such a bright student, with the biggest heart I think I've ever seen in a six year old, you should really be proud of not only her, but yourself as well. I can't say I know what it's like to raise a child but you've got a very bright girl on your hands, she shows me everyday."

He watches you go bashful under his words, he'd like to do it again he thinks. "Thank you Mr. Barnes."

"Please call me Bucky." and he might tell himself later in the car that he doesn't know what made he do it, but he knows why.

You go bashful on him again, gaze drifting down to your daughter who still flips through her work. Your eyes find his again, and he wonders if you've gone breathless like him, "Thank you Bucky," his name coming from your lips sounds even better. "It really means a lot to me, but I don't think I can take all the credit, she's with you for just as much time as me, if there's anyone else who should be thanked here it's you as well, as I mentioned earlier you're doing a wonderful job not only with her, but your other students as well - given the fact that she raves about you everyday." you tease, your daughter groaning at you for ratting her out.

He chuckles, "well she raves about you as well, y/d/n would you like to show mom your drawings of her?" The noise that leaves your daughters lips is comical, as if she figured out where her hidden treasure is as she moves around the room to go get her art folder. She moves back over to the two of you laying the folder flat as she flips it open, pulling pages. "Whenever the children have downtime, she chooses to sit by my desk side and draw you, likes to comment here and there with me what she's created, and why."

He hears you apologize and he can't wonder why, "I'm so sorry, she must keep you from your work." He laughs eyes still watching your daughter flip through the art, "teaching kids, learning about them, with them, it's my job, it's no problem at all, it's what I love the most."

He doesn't catch the way you look at him then, his gaze to intent on your daughters work. "That one's my favorite," he comments pulling your gaze from him to the paper your daughter holds, a picture within a picture."

You laugh, smile pulling at your lips, despite the overdrawn images you know exactly what she's drawn. "She wouldn't stop talking about you that day," you say, "she was raving all about you, how I just had to meet Mr. Barnes, that I was going to love him just like she did, told her I needed to meet him first, she came up to me with that picture of you thirty minutes later asking how I felt now."

He chuckles your gazes locking at once, he'll scold himself later in his car at how unprofessional his next comment, "and what do you think?"

"A little more time with you and I just might."

Your gazes fall away then both of you falling bashful as you both redirect your attention back to the wonderous girl.

He was betting on it.

[ajortga]

shes a shooting star

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

a/n: this is a request story for @czalzver and i had time today so i wrote this vada little story up, this was so cute! thank u for ur request!

for anyone who's wondering, i'm still writing lead pt.2 so i'll get that out soon!

-

A soft hum of music was playing gently in the speakers of Vada's car. It was dark, your eyes were closed and you snored peacefully as you rested on the passenger seat.

Vada snuck small glances at you as she drove across the road, a small smile forming on her lips as your breaths filled the symphony of the car.

-

Since Vada could remember, you loved the stars, the constellations that filled the night sky with the small sparkles fascinated you. You used to go with your mother who had taken you every month to your hometown.

Now things were different. You were older now and you weren't in your hometown, the stars didn't shine as brightly as they used to from where you're at.

Vada noticed your talks about stars, you seemed to have a soft spot for stars, or anything related to astronomy at all.

So she decided she would grant your wish when she overheard your whispers when a shooting star shone across the night sky one day.

-

The car began to come to a stop, the soft light of lanterns leading the pathway to the grassy field in the breezy dawn night.

The car stopped, Vada looked over to you, in a deep sleep as she nudged your shoulder, unbuckling her seatbelt to lean across the passenger seat, kissing your nose.

She cupped your ear, a soft whisper sounding in your ear. "Y/N, we're here my love. Open your eyes silly."

You shifted a little, your eyes fluttering open to see Vada, it was dark, but her warm eyes never failed to glisten.

She smiled at your small stir, "I want to show you my appreciation, to finally let you experience a hidden memory long ago, come on, let's see the stars."

You rubbed your eyes, exhaling a small yawn as she giggled, opening the car door for you as if you were a princess.

Well, you were, in her eyes.

A tired grin twitched on your lips, your small dimples showing. It made her feet wobble every time as you took her hand and walked out the car.

A comfortable silence was met between you and Vada, your hands intertwined as you walked down the road, the rocks and dirt crunching each step you took.

The trees blocked the sky until you could see more lanterns appearing as the chatters of people came into sense, the cold breeze blowing gently against your short-sleeve shirt.

"I can't believe you drove me two hours to go here," you whisper, placing a soft peck to her lips as she smiles back, showing gratitude.

"You know I would do anything, if it meant swimming across the Atlantic ocean to see you smile, and I know how much this means to you- oh.."

"wow.." you both whispered at the same time as the sky shifted into view, the trees behind you.

It was.. So pretty.

You couldn't come up with any words that could describe this view.

It was just as nostalgic and memorable as you could remember. A string of millions of stars dancing in the moonlight, it was something that night could never do alone.

The stars shone to light the night, the brightest light to admire dawn besides the campfire you sat at, your body snuggled against hers.

"You used to tell me how much you loved to go star watching at night when you were seven. You told me that it was the greatest view you might have ever landed eyes on. I think you were right," she whispered as the fire crackled and sparked, causing her eyes to brighten.

A ribbon of blue purple white and yellow mixing together at dawn, you felt grateful, a sense of nostalgia washing over you as you pointed.

"Do you see those lines of stars that shine just a little more brightly than the others?" You whispered, Vada's eyes aligning with the tip of your finger, she nodded.

"That's Orion," you whisper, "It's one of the most visible when you go stargazing."

The aura of the light slightly shone as Vada hugged you, kissing your forehead, "So, you were an astronomy nerd?"

You gigged in response, thoughtfully, "I guess you could say that," as you continued to watch the stars.

-

The stars were like your best friend when you were younger.

Ever since you were little, your parents knew that you were a shy soul, nimble footsteps away whenever a child approached you, stuttery quiet words, even though you were the best speller in class.

You were sweet, pretty, not the nerdy quiet kids, just a humble, sweet and quiet little girl who gave shy nods whenever a teacher asked you if you wanted a snack at the playground.

You sat alone at lunch, besides the boys who attempted to approach you every two days to try and talk to you, you just hid away, mumbling apologies with a small smile.

No one talked bad or talked about you, and you were grateful.

But you needed someone to talk to that made you feel comfort.

As much as you wish your family did, they just couldn't always understand.

So when night gathered, you would open your curtains and step out the balcony, climbing on to the roof.

On some nights, the moon was there, you could barely see Saturn at some times to.

But the stars were always there.

You didn't know why, but your best friend were the stars.

You just couldn't figure out why.

They were so small, yet you could see them, all the visible stars were spread out.

That was like you, just a little girl who was away from others, even when they saw her.

Maybe it was because even when you were alone at night, it was always assured at least one star would be shining.

Eager to listen. That's what you needed.

Someone to talk to and just listen, nothing else, no talking no advice.

Just listening and letting you know that it was going to be okay.

..

Still years later, you weren't so alone anymore, but you weren't going to leave something that has been with you for so long and has never abandoned you.

It was weird to say, but stars were still something..

Someone you could rely on, it was there when no one was.

That's what you thought, until you met Vada.

-

You had brought a telescope, it wasn't old, but you had it since your mother had gave it to you when you were eight, every month when you were younger, you would take it with you and she would have to carry it because you were too small to be able to carry such a heavy object.

Now you were older, you carried it with ease and it reminded you how much you've come along the way. Your mother had seen you grow and because of your distance, you and her could never stay long to watch the stars together. Even if you did, you know it wouldn't have been the same feeling as when you were seven.

But what you were experiencing now was close enough. As if you were experiencing being a little kid again.

Vada always had the ability to make you feel like that, like you were the only girl in the world.

You positioned your telescope to the horizon, your knees bending down as you smiled, the telescope placing right where you wanted it to be.

You pulled away, your hand gently taking Vada's wrist, "Come here."

She carefully stood as the breeze began to blow a little harder, your hands around her waist. Her eyes focused on the small telescope, squinting.

"That's Saturn, it's small but when you see it up close, its rings enchant you. Okay.. Now slowly move the telescope to the right and lift it up diagonally."

You kissed her forehead, her hand wrapped around yours, "I see the moon," she whispered softly.

The breeze roars gently once again, making you shiver, especially in thin clothing like this.

Vada notices, takes off her jacket immediately and drapes it gently over your shoulders, giving the top of your head a little nose nuzzle.

You wrap her warm jacket around you, it fit you perfectly, like it was made for you, oversized, the way you love it. It smells just like her, her slightly sweet scent with gentle musk invading your senses in just the right way.

Warmness swept through you like waves crashing on the sand.

How could Vada's belongings share more warmth than a big campfire?

"Isn't it just so pretty?" You whispered, watching the sky with so much love and captivation.

"Your eyes remind me of the night sky," Vada says with a sing-song voice. "If you're not near, I turn to the stars and moon. Because I love you to the moon and back."

"I love you too." You whisper, your voice marked with sincerity as she kisses you, presses her body against yours.

Vada could swear your eyes sparkled as brightly as the shiniest star that night.

[eliotrosechild]

The Seven Archangels

Lucifer – The majestic archangel of unparalleled beauty and power, Lucifer was once the brightest of the heavenly beings. His presence commands respect and awe, as he radiates elegance and grace. His wings of pure energy and amber light represent his divine origin and his connection to heavenly realms, even after his fall. He stands tall, regal, and mesmerizing, a figure of both light and shadow, embodying the complexity of rebellion, pride, and the quest for ultimate freedom.

Michael – The fierce warrior archangel, Michael stands as the eternal protector of righteousness and the leader of the heavenly armies. His wings blaze with pure amber energy, symbolizing his strength and determination. Michael holds a sword of light, prepared to defend against any threat to divine order. His presence is intense and commanding, inspiring courage in those who follow him and fear in those who oppose him. He is the ultimate force of justice and divine power.

Gabriel – The majestic archangel of revelation and messenger of God, Gabriel carries an aura of peace and divine wisdom. With wings of amber light that spread gracefully, he brings messages of hope and guidance from the divine realms. Gabriel’s presence is serene, calm, and full of grace. His trumpet symbolizes his role in delivering important divine messages, sounding the call to awakening and transformation. He is the voice of clarity, speaking the words of the heavens.

Uriel – The majestic archangel of wisdom and enlightenment, Uriel stands as a radiant guide, holding an orb of divine knowledge. His amber wings shine with the light of ancient truths and higher understanding. Uriel’s presence is calm yet powerful, representing insight, foresight, and the illumination of the mind. He is the one who brings clarity in confusion and light to those walking in darkness, offering the wisdom of the ages and a connection to the divine mysteries.

Samael – The mythical archangel of death and Uriel – The majestic archangel of wisdom and enlightenment, Uriel stands as a radiant guide, holding an orb of divine knowledge. His amber wings shine with the light of ancient truths and higher understanding. Uriel’s presence is calm yet powerful, representing insight, foresight, and the illumination of the mind. He is the one who brings clarity in confusion and light to those walking in darkness, offering the wisdom of the ages and a connection to the divine mysteries. destruction, Samael is a figure of mystery and power. His wings of amber energy exude an ancient, almost primordial force. Known as both an angel of death and a figure of temptation, Samael walks the line between divine judgment and rebellion. His role in balancing creation and destruction gives him a complex and enigmatic nature. His presence is both alluring and terrifying, embodying the mythic forces of life and death intertwined.

Azrael – The fierce archangel of death, Azrael stands as the guide for souls transitioning from life to the afterlife. His wings burn with amber intensity, signaling his role in escorting souls through their final journey. Azrael’s presence is both comforting and formidable, representing the inevitability of death and the solemn duty of releasing souls from the physical realm. His fierce demeanor reflects his role as the angel of death, who stands firm in the face of life’s greatest transition.

Raphael – The mythical archangel of healing and protection, Raphael’s wings shimmer with a soft yet powerful amber light. His presence is one of warmth, healing energy, and divine care. Raphael holds a staff, the symbol of his connection to health and the healing arts. His aura is infused with a gentle strength, capable of mending both physical and spiritual wounds. As the healer of God, Raphael guides and protects those in need of restoration, bringing peace and harmony wherever he goes.

[missmielyhoran]

Nightmare

in which Harry cheated on you...

[Warning- Angst, cheating, pregnancy, Breakup, crying, Fluff, really bad grammer cause I'm tired and wrote this cause I couldn't focus on studying]

*****

Two years, seven months, eighteen days...

That's how long you knew Harry or so, you thought.

Your relationship with Harry was pure bliss. He cared for you, loved you in a way no one ever had. So, never in your nightmares you thought he would just up and break up with you only to find his arms around some blonde a week later.

It broke the worst way possible. For weeks, you stayed in your bed and ate when your best friend force fed you, which ended up in your toilet anyway.

That was almost a year months ago.

You still were very much hurt, and the sight of Harry still almost sent you down a spiral. So, when Jeff asked you to come back as tour manager, you tried to deny it, but there was a contract, and nowhere in hell did you have 10,000 laying around to break it.

So, you went back and did everything in your power to avoid Harry and his girlfriend.

But fate was never in your side.

Just a few days in tour, and you were already having a bad day. You saw a woman standing in the cafeteria with her back to you. Hair cliped up in a bun, a mask covering half of her face and her hand caressing her huge belly.

You immediately got up from your place on the couch and offered her. Her eyes squinted, which you took as a smile.

Then she removed her mask, and you couldn't breathe.

It was the same woman of your nightmare.

"Thank you so much sweetheart, can't tell you how much this pregnancy has been killing my feet," She said, huffing and laughing.

You couldn't say anything. You just stared at her belly. She was almost 7 to 8 months pregnant, you thought.

Was it an accident or did they planned it? Harry always wanted family with you, he talked and raved about having a little you and him.

Now he was having that with someone else.

You ran when you saw Harry walk in the room from the corner of your eye. You couldn't do this, you didn't care you had to fight in court or you had to pay hefty amout you to get out you just couldn't work there anymore.

Tears streaming down your face, you ran to Jeff's office and slammed open his door. He looked up from his laptop annoyed at first, then concerned when he saw your state. Then realization hit him, and his face morphed into guilt and sorrow.

"I can't do this anymore, Jeff. I can't." You cried more. He got up and took you in his arms, and you sobbed harder.

"I know. I know." He assured you his hand running up down your back consoling you.

"I understand baby, but I need you to wake up now," He said suddenly. You removed your face from his chest and looked at him weirdly, surprised by the nickname and the sentence.

"What the fu-"

"I need you to wake up Baby" He said again a bit harshly this time, his eyes a bit serious and panicked, "Y/N wake up-"

You jolted up from bed heaving. Your body was covered in sweat. Confused, you looked around and found a dark room. Moon was shining brightly from the window, and the soft buzzing of AC and your pants were filling the room.

A large hand came up to your jaw and then the brightest green eyes. Harry looked at you sweetly and smiled.

"There she is. You were having a bad dream, baby." He said softly, wiping sweat off your face. You looked down your hand immediately, going to your belly almost protectively, and Harry's followed right after.

Then you turned around and hit Harry's bicep harshly. His eyes widened, "Ow baby. That hurt." he said, holding your hands in his.

"How dare you" You said angirly, "What did I do-" He asked confused.

"How dare you cheat on me?!" You exclaimed. Harry looked at your wide-eyed and then started laughing hysterically.

At this point, you also realized how ridiculous you sounded and your face turned red with a grumpy pout. Your arms around your belly, you looked like a cute angry baby chicken.

"Oh sweetheart, what will I do of you?" He said, lovingly leaning down to take your lips into a sweet kiss.

*****

Hehehehehe...I was bored

Taglist- @tenaciousperfectionunknown @that-daydream-look @harryspirate @tiaamberxx @lomlhstyles @vmpellie @sunshinemoonsposts @jayde515

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I will be back with posting from next monday♡

[hellbornsworld]

BTS X READER WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(2) ⋆｡ ﾟ ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡⋆

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a computer game can't hurt anyone, right?

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You were stolen by the devil. He claimed you as his own. Little did he know, you are going to be the death of him.

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"I'm crazy? No, darling. What's crazy is that the world refuses to let me be with you."

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"What are you going to do to me now, Swan?"

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# BOOK 1 The Four Kingdoms |

There's a fire in her. If loved correctly, she will warm your entire home. If abused, she will burn it to ash.

# BOOK 2 Pyramids |

She didn't need a crown, because she wasn't a queen.... She was a goddess.

# BOOK 3 Dynasty |

You can say she's crazy, but her eyes see the spirits of the past.... She talks to them.... And they talk back.

# BOOK 4 Mist |

You watch her walk away and it hits you that she is an entire ocean And you were wrong, so very wrong Because you let her go Thinking she was just a girl

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[did-i-do-this-write]

Heads Up Seven Up

Rules: Post the last 7 sentences you’ve written and tag seven people.

Thank you to @mrsmungus, @oh-no-another-idea, @asher-orion-writes, @bookish-galaxy for tagging me in this game! Many of these were quite a while ago, but I appreciate being included all the same. Here are seven lines from Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

Oscar: “What’s her deal?”

Emerald: [shrugs] “Cinder’s always been a little rough around the edges.”

Oscar: “I think she’s just mean.”

Emerald: “She’s not mean, she’s just… really blunt sometimes.”

Oscar: “Whatever you want to call it, I don’t like it.  She shouldn’t get to talk to you that way.”

[Emerald takes a second to look at the bedroom door again.  Maybe Oscar had a point.]

Tagging: @rains-inky-mind, @dragon-swords-prophecies, @gwens-fiction, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @dontcrywrite, @strangerays, @nikkywrites

[traumaboyexo]

ISAT DELTARUNE CROSSOVER SECRET BOSS CHATACTER

Yeah I've been cooking this as well and still in the process of figuring it all out.

Well, here's the secret boss character! Erise, a Change God Statue made by The King! Once part of the group of Change Idols who encouraged change around Paradise, now banished from the Paradise after the Advisor deemed them dangerous to his change and new laws, they bid their time, plotting vengeance from an isolated island under a starry key and sea.

While the other Idols of Change can use small faces like :) , -_- , :/ , etc, Erise is the only one to use full Emoticons like the Change God. However, rarely do they SHOW other emotions on their face other than tears.

Despises the Lightner who made them.

Their name follows an Alternate version of the Demons/Deadly Sins theory (That the Deltarune secret bosses are named after the seven deadly sins). Erise's consists of letters from UnivERSE, and ERIS, the Greek God of Strife and Conflict.

Erise's ultimate goal is to plunge the Paradise into an eternal starry night and make the other darkners fight amongst themselves in the chaos. To do this, they need a unique artifact found only in the Sanctuary of Change, where the Queen of Change once reigned, and where the Advisor and his forces stand.

However, that artifact alone won't achieve their goal. You can only wish so much to the stars before you begin to fall. A wish of their caliber requires the strength of a HOLY GLOW, something that shines just as much as the brightest star in the Universe.

Extra:

In my first iteration of this au (I scrapped the whole thing and rethought it), for the secret boss character I had a party member based on Siffrin's silver coin and Ghostfrins. However, some people I talked to about this didn't like that it meant a divergence where Siffrin forgot their coin in the House.

I have a new plan for the Ghostfrins in this au which I like a lot better.

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Seven Sisters versus California : On the upper right, dressed in blue, is the Pleiades. Also known as the Seven Sisters and M45, the Pleiades is one of the brightest and most easily visible open clusters on the sky. The Pleiades contains over 3,000 stars, is about 400 light years away, and only 13 light years across. Surrounding the stars is a spectacular blue reflection nebula made of fine dust. A common legend is that one of the brighter stars faded since the cluster was named. On the lower left, shining in red, is the California Nebula. Named for its shape, the California Nebula is much dimmer and hence harder to see than the Pleiades. Also known as NGC 1499, this mass of red glowing hydrogen gas is about 1,500 light years away. Although about 25 full moons could fit between them, the featured wide angle, deep field image composite has captured them both. A careful inspection of the deep image will also reveal the star forming region IC 348 and the molecular cloud LBN 777 (the Baby Eagle Nebula). via NASA

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The Pleiades Portal From May 16-24, galactic frequencies from the Pleiades merge with our own Sun and are then beamed down to Earth.

The Sun represents the core of who we are, so in a way, we are also receiving Pleiadean wisdom straight into the core of our being.

The brightest of all the stars in the Pleiades is Alcyone, and when our Sun aligns with this bright star, the portal reaches its full peak. This occurs on May 20-21, 2022.

Pleiadean Messages for the Planet

This message was channeled May 12, 2020, however it still holds true for this year too!

When this portal or gateway opens, a large beam filled with countless different rays of purple light will shine down onto your planet.

You think of Earth as a sphere suspended in the Galaxy, but this is not how we see your planet. We see your planet as a collection of grids, a network of electrical pulses.

As we shine this light onto your Planet, it enhances the already present grids of love, healing, softness, compassion, and beauty.

We don’t want you to think that Earth is a dying place that has lost its way, it is not! It is a thriving place. If you could see it through our eyes, you would see its beauty, its magnificence, its splendor!

See its beauty and it will reveal more of its beauty to you. The Earth is always listening, ask and you will be shown!

Our work of sending this light enhances what is already there. We don’t send this light to change Earth- we send it to support the changes it is making on its own.

We want you to know that in the next seven years, Earth will bloom a new flower and the full story of right now can be written.

Be patient while your planet reboots and recharges! Be patient with yourselves too! Time is an earthly construct which means you can give yourself as much or as little of it as you want!

This beam of light is not just for your Mother but for you too.

This beam of purple light will be sent to most of you through the crown of your head, but for others, you will receive it through your belly button, midback, or the bottom of your feet.

You may wonder why this is so. Neither way to receive is better than the other, you are just all different! Your energetic systems are all wired differently, so see if you can feel into where your own receiving point may be.

Again, this beam of purple light we send is not to change you, but to enhance the levels of love, healing, softness, compassion, and beauty that is already present in you.

This purple beam will support you in thinking in a more open, loving, and hopeful way about your life and the life of your fellow humans.

Our beam of light will slowly fade as Earth absorbs the energy. This takes about seven days. As Earth and its people get more receptive, this process can be sped up!

Use the energy of the Pleiades Portal, to know that there is a better and richer way to live your life that is not dependent on your outward circumstances or any of the limiting beliefs you tell yourself.

We all have our own hurdles to climb, but these are your destiny, which means you always have the answers you seek to move through them.