#A Church of Ruby and Rain

[iveleftitwithyou]

ruderal pt. 1 | paul lahote x reader

hi everyone! this is my first ever twilight imagine (and the first fanfic i've written in like 5 years) and it's already looking like it will be somewhat of a series. would love to hear your feedback (good or bad) on this, or if you want a second part :)

word count: 1.1k | based off a random writing prompt generator

you never know who you’ll run into at a funeral - or, in this case, the reception.

the church gymnasium was full of Forks residents, gathered to celebrate the life of Deborah Lewin. she worked as a teacher in the town for 30 years, long enough to teach the kin of some of her first classes of students. so, it wasn’t a surprise that the echoey cinderblock room was nearly full of people. 

you were seated at a table towards the middle of the space, sharing it with some of your friends who you’d had class with back when you had Mrs. Lewin as a teacher. you gazed out upon the sea of figures dressed in black, taking a mental inventory of all of the familiar faces in the room, when you spotted a face you didn’t expect to see entering the door.

“oh my god” you winced, averting your gaze and lowering your head immediately before you had the chance to be spotted.

“what?” your friend Ruby said, slightly panicked at your sudden, albeit quiet, outburst.

“Paul’s here.” you deadpanned, planning your escape as you spoke.

“Paul Lahote?” you hadn’t seen him in years, since he broke up with you over the phone for seemingly no reason on a random wednesday night. 

“what other Paul could it be?” it came out harsher than you intended, but right now, you couldn’t seem to care that much. 

of course, you looked up at the exact wrong time - Paul was looking at you from across the room. he stood in the food line next to Jacob Black, holding a ladle full of potato salad in one hand and a paper plate in the other. 

before you could even really recognize that he was, in fact, staring at you, the two of you made direct eye contact. in the split second before you instinctually looked away, you could have sworn you saw Paul’s face twitch into the same shocked expression that you wore on your face as you watched him walk in the room just a few minutes ago. however, there seemed to be something more behind his eyes, too; you couldn’t tell if it was fear, or pain, or sorrow, but there was something else there.

“do you want to leave?” Ruby’s words snapped you out of your small trance.

“no, i’m not here for me. i’m here for Mrs. Lewin. Paul’s not important enough for me to need to leave.” your words were unconvincing, even to yourself. you’d never truly moved on, never forgiven Paul for what he had done. he couldn’t even explain why - he just kept repeating that it was “for your own good” and “you’d be better off without him.” it stung that he would be willing to throw away nearly a year of time spent together, and to not even dignify you with doing it in person?

“i think i’m going to step outside for a second. it’s really hot in here and this sweater is not helping.” you tugged at the collar of your thick turtleneck. it was normally one of your favorites, but the mixture of anxiety and embarrassment bringing your body temperature up was enough for you to want to rip it off of your body as soon as humanly possible.

Ruby nodded, eyeing you suspiciously but recognizing that asking any questions right now would be entirely unproductive. the redhead turned back to your other friends, starting to tell the story of when Tyler Jackson broke her arm under the slide in kindergarten.

the cold, damp air brought you back to a somewhat normal headspace as you stepped outside. it was times like these, standing under an awning, watching the rain fall on the trees and the parked cars in front of you, that you wished you smoked cigarettes. you bet that it would help calm your nerves even more; to distract you from the feelings that had been stirred up tonight.

but, you had none, so you opted to take deep breaths in and out instead. your eyes closed and you slid down the wall, planting yourself cross-legged on the concrete. after a few minutes of meditative breathing and counting the raindrops that dripped onto the shrubbery in front of you, you heard the old church door creak open.

“y/n?” a small, deep voice asked. you still had not looked up from the shrubs, but you knew that voice anywhere. this time, though, it sounded different. weaker.

“what do you want, Paul?” your tone was laced with annoyance. despite whatever feelings you had remaining for him, he was probably the last person you wanted to talk to right now. 

“can i sit with you?” he asked, taking a small step forward. he waited for your gentle nod before awkwardly parking himself next to you, but not too close. you were grateful for the space that remained, already regretting your split-second decision to allow him to join you.

“now will you tell me what you want? why you’re even bothering to speak to me?”

“i miss you.” he sighed. you could see him rubbing his temples with his impressively large hand, eyes covered and a slight wince on his face as he waited for your reaction.

“you miss me? you fucking miss me? go to hell, Paul. you’re the one who ended things - over the fucking phone, might i add - not me. you have no right to come over here and act like you even deserve to be sitting next to me right now, let alone telling me you miss me.” you were on your feet now, trying and failing to keep your voice down as you watched Paul seem to recoil at your tone. you were still confused why he was acting like this; usually, nothing could crack his tough exterior, but here he was with his knees to his chest pushing himself against the church wall, not even making eye contact with you.

“now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going back inside. this day is not about you, or me.”

“y/n, wait-“ Paul’s voice was cut off by the closing of the heavy church door. 

you sighed as you walked back to your table, joining your friends once again.

“hey y/n, feeling better?” your friend Jordan asked. you smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, nodding a little too fast. he didn’t seem to notice - they must not have seen Paul follow you outside. for that, you were grateful, in no mood to discuss whatever just happened.

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part 2 here :)

[that-angry-noldo]

destiel || m || 2.5k || ao3

Being a demon comes with music.

Oh, it's music alright. His drums are blood pumping unrestrained, its rhythm unchanged in fight and fuck and sleep alike: boom, boom, boom, a rush to his head, full of oxygen and adrenaline and endorphins. Boom, a blow coming down, boom, his teeth sinking into some hooker's shoulder, boom, cold beer washing down his throat. His body is a symphony in itself, and he has never been more aware of it; it sings and it bends and it is tuned to his command to an extent that is dizzying, terrifying. His laughter: he laughs a lot, when it's appropriate and not, and it is deep, it is melodic. His smile bears a thousand shades, sharp and cruel and pristine. The ground recoils from him, an abomination walking. The earth reaches for him, with its lies about eternal rest. The Mark chants and weaves it all together, into harmony that Dean is, into fire all condensed beneath his skin. The Blade sings in his hand.

To think anyone would want to contain this. Would think this could be contained.

The thing is, Dean gets it, the years behind him all in perspective now. He gets it. The human blood and human organs and human fat and human meat and all the monsters scrambling for it. If this is what being inhuman feels like? Fuck him, Dean should have signed up long ago.

He laughs, licking the blood off his Blade. Some poor schmuck's lying at his feet, and Dean does not resist; crouches, smears his fingers through the dead guy's blood, brings it to his lips. Grins. Dammit, he gets Sammy now, too. He doesn't get the rush, not like Sammy did, but oh, if this is what it felt like, to have demon blood sing inside you? He should've fed Ruby to Sam himself.

The skies crack with thunder. Dean can't help it; if Sam's tracking the omens, let him come, if he so wishes, let him try. The truth is, being human? Not Dean's thing anymore. He looks back in time and he snares at the Dean staring from behind the mirror, sadness and guilt and pain behind his eyes, and he laughs, and says oh no, fuck you, well and truly, and he lets the skies burst with power contained beneath his skin.

Not just him. A dozen or so of them, black-eyed bastards and bitches cackling and burning in clouds of smoke, spinning in Hell's terrible dance. Crowley can attempt a bureaucracy if he wants so, can look at fire and bloodlust and thirst and anger and put it to numbers, make it into forms and offices and queues—but Hell is wild. It is uncontained. It is free.

So Dean lets himself loose. Gets drunk on beer and whiskey and music, always music, and spins in dance, and his heart drums—boom, boom, boom, and his blood sings and his body is wild, wild, wild. Untamed and uncontained.

He died, and opened his eyes, and was free ever since. And free he will remain.

~

The things that call him brother and sink their claws into him and spin him know this music better, know this music to its very core. They tug him and chase him and laugh in his ear and he gets drunk on their blood and they get a load of his, and they dance and cackle through the fields of this land, through its churches and highways and crossroads, and if some poor bastard finds himself in their way, they spin him, too. They sink their claws deep into his shoulders and yank and tug and laugh, and Dean did not hear it before but he does now—can you feel the pull of Hell? Can you hear its drums and bells and citadels?—and the bastard before them looks and says instead, can't you hear the lay of the land? Can't you feel the pull of the ground, swallowing you, promising you peace?—and they screech and scream, for no mortal hears the pull of the songs, no human gets to drink of their magic.

Dean lurks behind the things that call him brother, quiet in their chaos, only rain remaining. Rain, and boom, boom, boom of his heart, blood, blood, blood of his Mark, bleed, bleed, bleed of his Blade. The poor bastard does not move, unphased by the demons around him. His hair sticks to his forehead beneath the streaks of rain, and the things that call themself his brothers screech about murder in his eyes, steel in his sleeve, blood on his hands, strength in his gaze. It is quiet now, and Dean knows he knows these eyes, and knows they know him. His hand itches for his Blade.

The thing that is not a man looks at the odds before him with a resigned sort of calm; the thing that is not an angel looks at nothing but Dean, and oh, Dean thinks, how wild you once were, how untamed, your gaze a lightning condensed, your voice enough to make me weak in my knees. Oh, look at you now.

Aloud, he laughs, and the sky laughs with him, and the things that are not his brothers cackle. The thing that is neither man nor an angel does not resist their grip; does not resist their pull. The things that pretend to be his brother grin and drag him before Dean; the things that bare their teeth and flash him a smile want to make the bastard kneel.

The things that fear him screech at the flash of the blade. The things that hate him gather into shadows, linger out of reach.

The Blade sings in his hand, and Castiel hums with it.

"You're changed," the thing that is Castiel says, and Dean laughs. Do you hear the power, the fire, the song?

"Didn't think it would be you to find me first," he yells through the rain. "Figured it would be Sammy, you know? Not that I'm complaining, Cas. Damn, it's good to see you."

It's good to see you, he says, and thinks of blood on his tongue, and thinks of heat coiling under his Mark, and thinks to sink his Blade into Cas's gut and eat his heart out; thinks of licking his fingers clean while the light goes out of Cas's eyes.

Cas looks tired. There are bags under his eyes and stubble on his cheeks, and he sways with his entire body. Dean knows the emotion behind his eyes, decides envy looks good on him. He's still drinking Dean in. Does he see how much he's changed? Does he see the smoke coming out of his mouth, the fire licking at his skin?

"Gee, man," he says. "Eat me up, why won't you." He arches his eyebrows. "Like what you see?"

He sees the hesitation, a flash second of it, before something of the old light returns to Castiel's eyes; before he squares his shoulders, tilts his head, squints, just a bit. "Very," he says. "Hello, Dean."

Despite the bravado, Cas is afraid. Must be afraid, when Dean flexes the blade, when the shadows howl at the flick of his wrist.

Despite the fear, Castiel's grip on his own blade does not falter. But there is resignation in his eyes, some sort of fucked up peace. Dean's seen Cas face all manner of demon before—fuck it, the guy's lay siege to Hell—and of course, in Purgatory he all but ripped things apart with his bare hands; Dean knows his style, is the point, and whatever this is? This looks like Cas resigned. Cas given up.

Dean tilts his head, not moving. Cas does not run, does not plead. Dean cannot deny his disappointment; he expected a bit more of stop, baby, that's not you or please, Dean, I know you're still in there and so far there is none of it.

"Mm," Dean says, and tilts his head back. "Can't say the same about you, sweetheart."

Cas shrugs. Dean expects his expression to harden, but it does not. The Blade murmurs in his hand. Where's your grace, man? Dean wants to ask, and doesn't. Where's your power, where's your song?

He looks to the sky, to the rain pouring down. "Come on, call Sammy. That's why you're here, isn't it? To bring poor, lost, wayward Dean home." He's goading, trying to pull Cas out of his goddamn equilibrium. He itches for a fight. "Isn't that right, Cas?"

Cas sighs. "I follow none of Sam's delusions regarding you," he says. "He will know you were here sooner or later. Calling him now will be proven useless and redundant." Dean nods. Castiel holds his gaze. "I assume it is pointless to ask if you want to return."

"Damn right," Dean grins. "I like the deal I've going on. Being like this, Cas? It's liberating." He laughs again, euphoria of someone knowing, someone understanding what it feels like getting the best of him again. "Is this what you hear all the time, man? Heaven split open and ground beneath your feet?"

"I used to hear it sometimes," Castiel says. "Though my song is ringing of heaven and murmur of billion souls and chatter of million angels and radiance of myriad stars." He taps his head. "It's quiet now, most of the time. Not enough... ah. Not enough juice left."

Jesus, complete with the air quotes. Dean wants to laugh, so he does. Dean wants to sink into him, tear into his meat, eat it raw and gorge on it, so he snaps forward, curls around his angel, hold his Blade so close to his throat he can feel it screaming in his hands.

Cas tenses.

Dean waits, plays with the Blade. His Mark drums steadily as he flicks it up and down, up and down, teasing, deadly. Cas' head is on Dean's shoulder, and it would be so easy to turn this into something else.

Dean's not an idiot. Dean knows what he wants, with clarity he lacked before. Unlike the Dean-behind-the-mirrors, he's not a coward; he's got no need to hide his desire behind the madness of Purgatory or the shoulder-clasping or the pathetic I need you.

"What do you want then, Cas?" he murmurs, and hears Castiel exhale. Feels Castiel's hand slacken on his blade. Feels Castiel relax in his hold.

"Make a deal with me," Castiel says.

It's said easily, like enough thought was put into it, like Dean isn't holding Cas at knifepoint, breathing down his neck.

Dean arches his brow.

"A deal?" he asks. "You're an angel, sweetheart. There's no soul to sell."

"Not that kind of a deal, then," Castiel says.

"What's in it for me?"

"I die."

Dean's hand freezes, for just a second, before resuming the up and down, up and down. "What's in it for you?"

"You're the one to kill me."

Dean barks a laugh. "Really, Cas? Out of everything you can ask of me? It's a demon deal. I can give you the world, man."

"I'm dying, Dean," Cas sighs, irritable. "My grace is rotting within me, and when it burns out, I will, too. I'll die in some ditch of a motel, slowly, or your brethren in the shadows will tear into me as soon as you let go. I'm not asking for it to be clean, Dean. Draw it out, if that's what you do now, carve into me if you so want, but let it be you."

Dean thinks. He is thinking as he breathes in the smell of Cas's skin, sweat and rain and motel soap. Thinking as his hand digs into Cas's hip, as his lips ghost just over Cas's ear. Why couldn't he ask for a fuck? What's stopping Dean from taking it anyway?

"That sounds a lot like mercy to me, Cas," Dean finally murmurs into his ear. "And I'm not a merciful guy anymore."

Cas growls, but does not fight to free himself. Instead his hand clasps Dean's wrist, and the Mark explodes, screams, burns as he holds Dean'd hand steady, the Blade surprisingly cold and quiet as if it can scent the promise of a kill.

"Dean," Cas says. "Please."

And it's fucked up, isn't it? And Dean is angry, so fucking angry. The song is not a Song anymore, it's a cacophony of screams and cries. He gets lost for a month, he wants not to be found, and Cas finds him either way, and puts the blade in his hand. Who is he to demand that of Dean? Dean-in-the-mirror be damned, but Dean still remembers the fucking trenchcoat, stenching of river mud and rotten water, still remembers the shellshock of Purgatory. What is it, some fucked-up penance shit again? The easy way out, while all Dean gets is to be this, until the end of his days?

He fists his hand into Cas's hair and yanks it back. "See, Cas, you made your first mistake," he says, voice even, even with his lips so close to Cas's chin. He remembers he needs no permission, and drags his lips down the side of Cas's face before biting his eartip, before pressing the Blade to Cas's skin. "Next time, lie about what you want." His voice drops. "You do not get to leave. You do not get to have your R.I.P. while I'm left walking the earth. And you know what?" He grins again, meets Cas' eyes. "Walk the earth we will."

He sinks his Blade into Cas's throat.

Not deep. Enough to make Cas gasp, his lungs spasm. Enough to seek that string of gleaming something, to grin when he sees it pouring out.

He looks Cas in his wide, blue, startled eyes as the grace unwinds itself, tears from Cas's body and mind and soul, blinds the night around them. Opens his mouth, and watches Cas watch it flow right between his lips, Cas's choked, terrified gasp the only sound. It burns inside him, recoils at his essence, brands into his bones and he's still grinning, still watching Cas watch him burn. The Mark does not care whether it's demon blood or angel grace: Dean is far beyond both. Dean can swallow stars and walk away unscathed.

Dean leaves just enough of it for the cut to heal. Cas is struggling in his hold, choking on air. Dean does not let go just yet.

"Seek death by someone else's hand, sweetheart," he murmurs over Cas's lips. "This shop's closed for the day."

"Dean," Cas chokes. Begs. Please, remains unsaid, and what does he plead for? Dean's touch, Dean's blade, Dean's mercy? Something else entirely?

Dean steps back. The Mark hums on his arm, and the Blade chants in his hand. Not today, Dean thinks. Not today.

It rains like hell, and Dean can hear his Song calling, the shadows murmuring.

He doesn't join the dance again.

[wintersongstress]

— mornings ;

In the time of spring when the bark of trees and the flat of pavements were washed with rain, Simon liked to visit the farmer’s market after his morning run. He had left you today in your shared bed, doubtlessly still dreaming as the sun dithered behind the veil of clouds, and shrugged on a hoodie, getting his trainers out from a rack in the closet. His route was dewy with a gentle mist, not enough to keep people from going about their day, but it was the good kind that cleaned the city air and sweetened the long brooms of blossoms hanging over the sidewalks.

The canopy over a flower stall dripped onto his hood as Simon stepped underneath it. Bundles of flowers were arranged in buckets with chalkboard plates sticking out, the signs advertising 3 for £10, and he browsed for a bit, thinking of you.

There was a time when all Simon knew about flowers was the memory of a window box in his childhood kitchen. Long gone, he remembers his mother potting red and pink flowers and relishing the process—the fulfilling feeling of dirt beneath her fingernails and the satisfaction of roots tenderly planted. One day a hummingbird flitted to the window while he ate his toast before school, and it was a still moment of wonder as the tiny bird prodded the ruby petals before zipping on, quick as light.

Now he was in love with his own hummingbird. A love rare and fleeting, one that, when you don’t catch it in your hands and earn every moment of keeping it, would flutter away and never return. Love could speak in flowers, he decided, when he first began to visit your flat and admire the fresh bouquet you kept on your table every time he came. I like them, you had said simply, and he smoothed a petal between his two fingers. And though he saw himself as a brute with hands better suited for violence than caresses, he wanted to learn about the gentler things in life he once thought could never be part of his.

Simon frees his nose from his face mask to smell a strange spire of green, bell-shaped flowers he had never seen before.

“Those are called Bells of Ireland,” the aproned shop lady pipes up from behind her booth. He glances over and finds she isn’t put off by his tall, dark, and out-of-place presence in the least.

“I’ll take them,” he replies. Their scent was light and earthy, like mint and lavender mingled, and their bells resemble leaves with their vein-like texture. Rare and exquisite, and perfectly you. He also picks out a cluster of mauve roses and peachy ranunculus, thinking about the way you smiled with your eyes closed when you smell his bouquets, your lips still curved when you kiss him afterwards, and lays them all on the counter.

“What a lucky girl,” the woman comments, gathering his selections and bundling them in wax paper secured with a rubber band. Simon wasn’t so sure. He always thought you could do better than him, but you would never let him catch himself thinking like that out loud. No matter what he believed of his nature, he vowed to fight like hell to be the kind of man you did deserve. So he pays the woman and bids her good day, heading on to the next stall with you on his mind as he picks out fresh strawberries and bread for the beginning ingredients of a wholesome breakfast. 

At home, Simon fills a vase with the tap and trims the flower stems, arranging each fragrant bloom in harmony with the other. He brews one of your favorite teas and sets out the honey, tending to a sizzling pan in between, then decides to open your bedroom window to gently wake you.

A warm and pleasant wind sways the curtains. Amidst their wispy movements you lay on your back, breathing deep and slow, until the song of church bells and finches twittering from the chimney tops flutters your lashes to take in the tranquil morning. Simon draws his knuckles across your forehead and follows your cheek. With sleep soft in your pretty eyes, this was his favorite view of you.

“There she is, my everything,” he murmurs.

“Hmm. I was dreaming.” With a brush of his thumb over your smiling lips, you open your eyes and gaze at him warmly, happily, holding his hand there.

Funny…he muses.

You kiss his caressing hand. “You smell like oranges.”

“I made breakfast.”

And with that you’re throwing the comforter back, springing to your feet and wrapping a sweater around your nightgown-clad form.

“It’s not going anywhere, love,” he chuckles. These mornings were you had the whole day together were his favorite. You sat out on the balcony, taking in the trees with their sprouting green tips and cutting into your French toast, planning your day together with your bare foot resting over his socked one. The sunshine of your presence fills the depths of his chest to the brim with contentment, and he wants it to last forever.

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[frostedclock]

Deerly Dreaming Alastor

Chapter One: Soft Melody

WARNING 18+ MATURE THEMES

Pairing: Alastor x Jane Doe (Reader)

Your shifts were often monotonous. Same shift different day of the week. The same old faces came and sat at the booths everyday at almost the same time, and would always order the same thing. You've memorized most orders at this point, and it was nearly infuriating to you. Though there has been a small wave in the still pond that was the Ruby's Diner. A new regular you might call him now. You didn't know his name and he hadn't spoken past what he wanted to order. It was always the same and so simple you memorized it by the third visit. 

A black coffee with an order of grits and butter that a few pieces of toast accompanied. No sugar. 

The neglected cigarette that hung from your lips dropped a log of ashes as thoughts began to swirl about like the smoke. You realized your five minute break must have been run out at this point and you tossed the cigarette into the damp ground under your feet and you smashed the butt with the end of your flat slip on shoes.  

The diner was mostly empty - the only soul being the cook in the kitchen - when you returned, the yellow lights flooded the beige, white and black interior. The sound of the coffee machine and the sizzle of the flattop in the kitchen were the only sounds in the restaurant. It was early morning on a Sunday, so you knew that meant a slow start to only get slammed right after church had let out for the day.  

You hummed and went to the radio sitting on the bar counter near the machines that kept the coffee warm. The static filled the air as you clicked the switch on and began to fiddle with the dials. You smile as you settle on a station and let the music drown out the grating silence of the diner.

The soft tones of a saxophone and the accompaniment of a trumpet pushed it's way into your ears as you picked up a damp rag and began to  clean up the hardwood tables, even if they were already cleaned. You hummed to the tune as you moved shakers out of the way and put them back. 

You almost didn't hear the soft bell of the door. 

" Go ahead and have a seat where you like, hun. I'll be right over. " You spoke before you looked over.

Black Coffee and Grits himself stood at the door. It must have started to rain again because his ruddy brown coat was damp and dark in spots as he began to shed of the layer and drape it over his arm. He stood tall, the boots that made a sharp tap with each step didn't help. His light brown vest was completely dry and so was his white button down shirt. The sleeves rolled down for today with the chill in the air from the cool spring shower that rolled through the night. His brown eyes met yours for a moment then he glanced about the diner. 

His steps were nearly drowned by the sound of the station on the radio switching to a more upbeat jazz tune. He made his way over to a booth to take a seat, his coat placed in a folded position next to him. 

You blinked out of your stupor and headed to the coffee pot behind the bar. You began to hum again as you gathered a simple white mug and checked the cup for cracks and leftover dust before you placed it on the tray next to the pot. The soft jazz tunes always perked up your morning, and sometimes you got so lost in your own world when the right song was playing. You poured the black liquid caffeine into the porcelain cup, filling right below the top. 

You leaned over the window counter where the orders were placed when they were finished. " Johnny could you fire up the grits, two tabs of butter and no sugar? " 

Johnny, a man in his late fifties, was portly and his face showed years of laughter that had left deep lines in the round face of his, his eyes just two dots of stormy grey under bushy salt and pepper eyebrows. " Sure, take about ten minutes. " He said as he rubbed the flour and breadcrumbs off his hands and onto the stained greasy apron he wore. 

You smiled and stood back flat on your feet. Your hands gripped the metal tray off the counter with the cup of coffee and began your way over to the booth where the man was waiting. His brown hair had been smoothed down now that he had settled into the seat and the flecks of water that had been on his hair and his glasses had dried by the time you came over with the coffee. You set it down in front of him, your eyes caught the scraps of paper in front of him had little rough drawings, sketchy and messy in nature but not in recognizable. 

His gaze met yours as you approached, his eyes were dark brown, almost black behind his glasses. The smile on his lips was the one he always seemed to have, like it must be his default expression. But you don't think you've ever seen it reach those dark eyes of his. They didn't leave you as you set the cup in front of him, it was almost unnerving. 

" Did you want your usual?" You asked after you realized you had been standing there for a moment without speaking. 

His lips twitched and he reached forward to take ahold of the mug. " Yes, that would be lovely as always. " His voice was always smooth, and his tone even. Polite might be a word for it, if you had to pick one. 

You relax your posture some and you give a gentle smile as you spoke . " Good, it won't be long then. You enjoy your coffee, and if you need me, I'll be around. Just give me a holler. "

He made a hum in his throat. " I will keep that in mind. "

You turn and head back to start back at your busy work while you wait for the inevitable ding and shout to tell you the food was done. You bustled from the milkshake station to the coffee station to restock the little things before the lunch rush arrived in a few hours. A new song came on the hissing radio and you wiped the barstools off with a damp rag as you swayed slightly to the song. 

" I walked the streets of New Orleans, " You hummed gently out with the song as you picked up the cloth placemats and wiped under them at the bar, " with a girl of my dreams..." 

Alastor watched, he only had taken a few drinks of the coffee. Even with his head facing forward, he could see you. He could watch you live in that little world that surrounds you when the music seemed to take a hold. The first time Alastor had come to this diner, it had been on a whim in truth. It had been a humid morning and he had not slept just yet from his nightly activities. 

A hunt always did make him a bit peckish. Normally he would have waited till he reached his home and cooked himself, but whims and flights of fancy often took him when his distaste for the mundane had peaked. Ruby's Diner had been one of those. Despite being a busy morning that day, you hadn't let the smile leave your face as impatient people vied for the chance to order. You didn't ever seem like you where in a soured mood when he arrived to eat here in the visits after. You looked just about the same as you had that day. Your curls tucked into a bun with only a few strays that fell as you moved about , the soft blue cotton dress you wore to wait tables went to your calves and your stockings came up to where the dress ended. The same pair of ragged flats you always wore made Alastor think you must not make enough working here to get a decent pair, or perhaps you liked to only wear rough shoes to work. 

Alastor found if he came here early on a morning he knew would be slow, he would have the diner alone to listen to the soft songs you often sang when you had delved to deep into your own corner of reality. It was quite amusing. He picked the mug up and took a drink before setting it back down. Your melody had been interrupted by the ding of a bell from the direction the kitchen. Alastor sighed, and knew his personal concert was over now that the food was ready. Soon your presence was next to the table and a bowl and a small plate was set down. Alastor gazed at the bare hands that lingered as they placed the breakfast onto the hardwood surfaces. You skin looked soft but the small scars over your knuckles and the sides of your fingers told Alastor you must cook in your spare time. No ring or jewelry, he never seen you wear either and today was no different. 

" Here you go, sweetie. " You spoke, your tone was always gentle and soft, the drawl to your words told Alastor that you grew up a little farther west then New Orleans. " Did you want anything else? " 

You even refilled his cup even if Alastor had only drained a few drinks from it. Fresh steam rose from the mug and you set the metal coffee pot back onto the tray that was expertly perched between the crook of your elbow and your hand that held the edge.

Alastor felt his lips twitch again. " No, nothing right as of now mon cher. " 

You give him that smile that made his stomach churn and twist. Your cheeks held the dust of pink across your skin, such warmth in that gaze. Alastor could only remember one other woman that held such a radiance to their expressions. And they have been gone for a few years now. 

" Alrigh', well let me know if you change your mind. " 

You went about your business after that. Alastor ate his breakfast at his leisure, it wasn't the food he came for anyhow. It was adequate to him, he could make it better but then he would lose out on the melody he so enjoyed. Your dulcet tones were to him like some bird songs were to others. Soft and not meant for anyone's ears intentionally. That is what he came for. When he had first heard you, it made him forget the thoughts he had been plagued with that day. 

Alastor took the cloth napkin to his lips and wiped any crumbs that might have lingered. He couldn't overstay his time, he knew that. Soon this diner would be filled to the brim with people. He placed a few nickels on the table and stood up from his seat, picking up his coat. He could see you in the glinted reflection of the diner window, the shine of the sun peeking from the clouds gave a mirror effect to the thick glass. You were looked over your shoulder from behind the bar, but when he turned with his coat on properly you had looked back to whatever task you had occupied yourself with. 

Alastor walked towards the door and when the bell sounded as he creaked open the wooden door, he heard your voice call from behind him. 

" Oh you forgot something ! " 

He heard the taps of your feet on the tile as you came up. He turned around to face you. " Hmm?"

You had the little messy drawings he had scribbled and left behind. You held them out for him to take, the papers held in such a way so you didn't crumple them. " Don't you want these?" 

Such a small thing. 

Alastor's teeth flashed in his smile, not motioning to take them. " Why don't you keep them? "

" Oh... " You sounded a bit puzzled, but your lips kept a lopsided smile to them. Then it softened as your gaze fell down at what you held in your hands. " Well... Okay. " 

When you looked back up from the messy pen strokes, the door was closed and the sound of the bell remained. 

" What an odd fello'. " 

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Portugal day 3 - Douro valley wine tour!

First stop! A tiny town called Amarante. We left Porto really early, 7:30, presumably to beat the traffic so had an hour to kill before going to the first wine stop for lunch. They sold it to us a photo stop, and it was actually pretty photogenic!

First tour was Favios! Our tour guides jacket said follow me I know where the wine is. She walked us through the mixing and fermenting and aging process and then we got lunch! We got an appetizer shot of moscatel, a white and a red with lunch and a dessert wine.

Stopped at a Random train station for pictures with blue tiles and then a fun Boat tour! There was an app for audio guide which was just okay but the views were great and the rain held off!

Second stop! We got to tour the vineyard and see the grape plants and then got three glasses of port, a white, ruby and red. Would’ve been nice to spend longer here as the port was strong and we all got a little tipsy

After a long bus ride back I book it to my hotel to pee (perhaps I should’ve stayed at chatted and found a bathroom nearby but oh well) and then I grabbed a ticket for levarillo, the Harry Potter bookstore. It was pretty but overwhelming filled with people and I couldn’t find a fun classic book that I wanted to buy.

I then went out to Conga for a bifana (thin sliced pork) sandwich. It was okay but hardly life changing, but gotta try all the “Porto” food! I tried to get a side salad but ended up with a plate of tomatoes and onions instead…. Oops.

I then ended the night with gelato because I just wanted something delicious and familiar after trying too many new things. Topped off with a great sunset view from my room

Overly long travel diary

Day 3

Day 3 - 11/4 Douro valley

Leftover pastel de natas for breakfast as the sunrises. Wet and rainy day. Walk to living tour location and fun my bus. I was hoping it would be a small enough tour for just a van but alas. We have maybe 20 people so not a full bus but close. The guide talks about some of the buildings and portugals industry and food, cork wine and cod and also lets us sit in quite.

After an hour we stop at a little town called amarante and are given an hour to wander which is a long time for a tiny place. There is a church and bridge and some pretty views and I wander the streets a little. It is fine but not what I would’ve picked. It must be a timing thing for getting out of Porto early enough but not getting to the wine spots too early.

A lovely wine tour was had. Our guides jacket said “follow me I know where the wine is” she showed us cellars with the barrels and then the truck receiving location where they weigh the grapes and evaluate the quality to determine how much money to give the grape growers or producers. She then showed us the metal vats where they do the fermentation process. Squishing the grapes and maintaining the temperature for perfect fermentation. Talked us through the fortification of moscatel after only four days or 3% of the grapes have become alcohol. The normal quality grapes sit in giant metal vats for 4 years and the bestest grapes get aged in barrels. And then it was time for the tasting.

We started with a baby or young moscatel which hat smelled citrusy and tasted like honey. It was okay. And then lunch. We had soup, basic salad, a rice and French dish, cutely shoved in a round shaped a quilla maybe, and then pork and potatoes. With lunch we had a white (my favorite) and a red (quite good). And then for dessert there was fruit and a custard cake with Carmel sauce and a more aged moscatel.

I am enjoying the people watching of this trip. I most liked the single older man across from me who shamelessly read a book on his phone they most of dinner. I admire the self knowledge to have his one best time. My trip is mostly couples. a few young and about half retired l. There’s also a mother daughter pair, two ladies together and another single lady. It’s a fun mix. One couple sitting near me was celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary and another was almost at 49 years. My goodness.

I am now pleasantly tipsy back on the bus to the boat ride. Yay boats! Sadly it is quite grey and drizzly outside. Also I love my new sweater that I made just for me :D

I do wish Anthony were here. I think the trip would’ve been more fun with him along. We’ll see if I still feel the same way once I’m traveling with Elizabeth.

Before the boat ride we stopped at a train station with some pretty blue tiles (clearly killing time but pretty so whatevs). I thought that the blue tiles were always abstract geometric designs, but they also get used as part of murals where they make up one single picture which is fun. I continue my collection of blue tile pictures.

The boat ride was perfection. Not too cold and barely raining (no need for a raincoat). It came with an app for an audio guide which was nice but didn’t let you pause it and only came up at certain spots which annoying but better than nothing. The views though were great! The terraces and the fall colors and gentle river breeze were everything I could ever want. They let us hang out on the bow and open air and it was lovely. Got several nice pictures l, took some of others and just enjoyed the river surround by terraced mountains of grape vines.

The second wine tour was very similar to start with showing us barrels in a tourist aging area and then we got to walk up to see the vines. They were so red and pretty! He explained the pruning, how they do a rough prune down to the second wire and then a more precise prune down to the old trunks later. He showed us the difference of the old vines (normal looking) and then the new vines, which were American roots (to protect against bug diseases) with European vines grafted on top that stretched across the first wire. And then grew upwards at multiple points from there. It takes several years to produce “quality” grapes but only to produce any. Again they prune the new growth every year and let the trunk get thick and fat. They trim all the leaves every year down to the third wire to encourage more grape growth. This vineyard using mechanical stomping for most grape and traditional human feet for their vintages. And then we try the ports! We get a chilled white a very dark ruby and then a tawny. They are all 20% alcohol. The white is an appetizer wine and would only be drank before meals chilled. While the other two are room temperature and can be drank whenever. I’m surprised that the ruby is darker than the tawny. I like them all but the white is my favorite and then the ruby and than the tawny but both are a little alcholy bitter for my tasting but pretty good. We aren’t given very long to drink them and I am only half way thru when the guide announces ten more min, so I kind of chug them and then go to the bathroom. And then sneak in one more picture from the most enthusiastic older lady which is fun and is a cute picture so worth being one of the last on the bus, but not late!

“This picture brought to you by an older lady on what is either a mother daughter trip or just three older ladies living their best life, who loved all the wines and is clearly living her best life and gave me a “you go girl” while taking this picture 😂”

And now time for a tipsy car ride home.

I really do love the mix of people on group tours. You got three young couples, three retired couples, one in between? A two person girl trip, a three person girl trip (or mother daughter and friend?) three solos (me, a girl from India, and a tall middle aged man who hi reminds me of the non love interest man in legally blind (the tall awkward one who helps her get books from a tall shelf). Many countries, three USA, a Canada, Australia, Canadian (French candian), India, ect. It’s just kind of fun to see. I like hearing the different travel plans too. From the uk 3 day 30th anniversary trip, to week long, to two weeks two Europe stops, to 28 day uk cruise plus Portugal trip, it’s all so fun and varied.

Idk if I would call this the absolute highlight of my traveling life, like some travel blogs did. But I definitely had a good time and am glad I did it!

I had a boat tour! I tried wines! I learned about things! And I didn’t have to make any decisions! (And I got to sit on bus and do nothing and feeling good about it! (Honestly priceless and underrated))

Got back and it was raining and I had pee so bad and I was kind of hoping to get a ticket to the bookstore before they closed so I basically scurried off the bus and to the hotel 15min away and then felt kind of about because maybe I should have said good bye to people? Or at least the other solo lady from India? But I had to pee and public bathrooms are hard to find in Europe and I knew where my hotel was so I just scurried away.

Got back to my hotel bought a ticket, struggled to find the ticket because it got sent to spam, got confused by the lines but finally made it into the store. It was both underwhelming visually and overwhelming with the number of people and my first thought was to flee. I wandered around took some pictures, tried not to get in peoples way too badly as they took pictures on the cool spiral staircases and looked to see if there were any books I wanted. They had a whole little prince room which was cool (although I’ve never read the book). And lots of classic books. They had these mini little books called “lello collections” that were the only books under 16 euros. Your 8 euro ticket can go to the cost of a book so I think is everything is upcharged for that. They had a bunch classics but none I wanted. The closest was Alice in wonderland but my Alice copy was already a cute little book like that soooo. They had big copies of chronicles of narnis and the little mermaid and secret garden but they were all over 30 euros and I didn’t really want them, but would’ve gotten little versions of them. I give up on finding anything I want to buy and go to conga to get a bifana. The place is very Portuguese and the waiters have no idea what I’m saying but pointing at least allows me to order. I get a bifana (pork sandwhich) with cheese and what I think is a simple salad with tomato and onion, but turns out to be just a plate of tomato and onions…. The sandwhich is okay but nothing to rave about. And I don’t really know what to do with the tomatoes and opinions. I eat some of the onions (at least they have olive oil on them) and then put some more on the sandwich which is good. And then I finally figure out I have to go back to the counter to pay and leave.

I am now tired and grumpy and sick of trying new foods so I go and get ice cream. I walk right past the shop at first and have to turn around but eventually find it! I get dulce de leche and chocolate hazelnut and it’s delicious and exactly what I needed. I eat it while strolling the drizzling streets. I pop in a souvenir store on my way back because I want an ornament with a Santa hat but they only have Portugal ones with the hats and not Porto and I get decision paralysis and grumpy and just go back to my hotel where I also really need poop. I then just scroll on my phone, take a nice hot shower and go to bed.

[dia-souls]

🎵 Shuyui fanfic 🎵

Pairing: Sakamaki Shu x Komori Yui

TW: ⚠️ AU story, Violence, Blood mentioned, NFSW, Knife Playings ⚠️

Author: Admin Afra

Admin's Note: This fanfic is based on this event and it's completely in an AU world. All the religious parts are completely fictional and there is no intention to offend any religion.

~Familiar Melody~

The rain was falling with its maximum force and the roaring sound of the storm struck fear in the hearts. A strong wind was blowing that the trees bowed before it. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and could not shine its light on the earth and illuminate the earth even a little with its silver light.

A girl with a wet body shivering from the cold was running away from something with fear. Her golden hair, which was a sign of the sun, was wet and stuck to her beautiful face, which was like a goddess. Her pink eyes, which were a sign of the beautiful roses in the gardens of heaven, were full of tears, and she hugged herself with her small arms so that she could warm her tired body a little.

While crying innocently, she was running with short steps and tired legs, and the sound of her shoes splashing with water holes could be heard.

*Splash splash*

Yui: Help, someone please help me.

With her last breath she screamed for help but no one was there. She couldn't take it anymore. She fell on the floor wet from exhaustion and her eyes slowly closed. In her last seconds of consciousness, she saw a man with blond hair and ruby ​​blue eyes coming towards her. But did he have wings? Which were caught in chains?

*TIMESKIP*

The girl woke up. Her body was completely dried and was lying on a table. Scented candles were all around her and beautiful music was played by the organ. She looked around. Pictures of unknown people hung on the walls. She did not know these people, but it was as if all this was a memory for her. A memory she was running away from.

Sh was engrossed in the images when suddenly a tall man with a beautiful face entered. That man was beautiful like goddesses. He had dark blonde hair and ruby ​​blue eyes. And two wings that were captured by long chains.

The blue and beautiful eyes of the man were to the girl. He was walking towards her slowly. The closer he got to her, the faster the girl's heart beat. It was as if she knew him. It's as if this man used to live in her memories, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember him. She didn't know anything about him, but she was sure that this heartbeat spoke of a great secret.

The man came closer and closer until he was right on top of her. The beautiful and bright eyes of the girl were reflected in his ruby ​​eyes. They stared at each other for a brief moment before the man put his hand to the girl's chin and held it, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.

Shu: Are you lost?

Yui: I... I... I don't know... I don't remember.

Shu: What is your name?

Yui: I don't know.

The man was carefully looking at the girl's face. He didn't know the girl either, but he seems to have vague memories of this innocent face in his mind. But he does not remember what this memory is.

He looked carefully at the girl's clothes. It had no sign to identify her except a necklace. He took the necklace in his hand. A name was written on the necklace, but it was distorted and could not be read. The girl is afraid of the man. She did not know him, but his warmth felt familiar to her. Most importantly, this man had fangs and this scared the girl.

Yui: Who are you?

Shu: My name is Sakamaki Shu and I came to this church on a personal quest.

Yui: Is this a church?

Shu: Yes. Listen to this music.

Yui was listening to the lovely sound of the organ and piano echoing in the church. This voice echoed in her ears like a lullaby and caused her consciousness to become less and less until she fell into a deep sleep. In her last moments of consciousness, she saw the man who knelt down next to her and began to recite a familiar prayer.

*TIMESKIP*

When Yui regained consciousness, she found herself with her hands and feet tied. She was lying on a table and the ropes were so tight that they prevented her from making the slightest movement. Fear filled the girl's whole being. She wanted to scream and ask for help, but she realized that her mouth was covered by a cloth and she could not speak a single word. The girl's body trembled with fear and cried under the silver light of the moon, which made the church dimly lit.

Her tears flowed from her bright eyes and while she was crying in the silence and darkness of the church, she saw a familiar shadow coming out of the shadows and slowly approaching her. This was the man who had introduced himself as Shu Sakamaki. But why? Why should he imprison a strange girl?

While staring at the girl with an evil look and a scary grin, he approached her and gently caressed her head. He smiles at the girl. As if this smile was very familiar.

Shu: Hahaha. What has happened? Are you afraid

Yui tried to answer him but to no avail. All her words were hidden by the cloth around her mouth and she could not speak a single word.

Shu: Ahhhh. You can't talk with that cloth around your mouth. Well, let me help you.

While wiping the tears from Yui's cheek with his index finger and caressing her cheek, Shu slowly removes the cloth from around her mouth and allows her to breathe. Yui is panting in fear and trying to hold back her tears so she can speak.

Yui: Why are you doing this? Please let me go.

Shu: Hahaha. Are you really scared? Why are you afraid of me? I have not done anything yet.

Yui: What do you mean yet?

Shu smirked at Yui in response. He could feel Yui's terror causing her to cry and beg him to be released. Shu gently stroked Yui's head to calm her down and looked into Yui's eyes with a warm and familiar smile. A smile that was very familiar and for some reason made Yui stop crying.

She calmed down with his warm caresses and familiar smile. She did not know the reason for any of this, but all these feelings were familiar to her. As if this man already knew her.

Shu: There is no reason to be afraid of me. Did you forget what I said? I have come to this church on a personal quest.

Yui: I don't know who you're looking for. But I am not who you think. I swear you have me mistaken for someone else. Please let me go.

Shu caresses Yui's head again and kisses her forehead.

Shu: Don't be afraid. I will not harm you. I just need to make sure.

After saying this, Shu took the silver knife that was next to the table. The blade of the knife shone under the moonlight and aroused Yui's fear.

A few candles were arranged next to Yui. The candles were very close to Yui but far enough away that Yui could only feel their warmth. Shu quickly lit all of their candles and slowly approached Yui with the knife.

Yui: You.....you....what do you want to do?

Shu: Don't be afraid. I will not harm you. I want to read my bloody prayer before God to find my beloved.

Shu brought the knife closer to Yui and tore off all of Yui's clothes in one swift motion. Yui is now naked with her hands and feet tied and feeling ashamed. Yui feels embarrassed and can't hide this feeling and just cries.

Yui: You... you shouldn't do this in front of God. This is a sin.

Shu: Don't worry. This is God's will.

Shu kisses Yui's tears and caresses her again. He doesn't want to scare Yui. But he is looking for his beloved and the only solution to find him is this strange girl. This girl's blood is very special and Shu can smell it. This blood is so powerful that it can bring Shu's beloved back to him.

Shu brings the knife close to Yui's body and cuts her tender and thin skin with the knife. A burning sensation spreads over Yui's skin and she screams.

Yui: *Sob*....*sniff*....please stop....it hurts.

Shu: Shhh.... It will end very soon. Calm down.

Shu cuts many parts of Yui's body and Yui cries more and more. When Shu is done, he drops the knife and kisses Yui's stomach. He wipes Yui's tears and tries to calm her down by petting her.

Shu: It's over. I know it hurts, but you are a brave girl. You can handle this, good girl.

*smooch*

Shu kisses Yui's cheek and soothes her with sweet words.

Yui: Why are you doing this?

Shu: Look at me. Tell me what do you see?

Yui looks at Shu. He looks like an ordinary man dressed as a priest. But with a closer look, you can understand that he is not ordinary. He has fangs just like vampires. He also has wings. But his wings do not look like the wings of angels. There are black wings just like a devil, but why are the wings captured in steel chains?

Yui: You are not a priest.

Shu: That's right, I'm not a priest. I am a lover. I came here in search of my lover. And your blood can help me find my lover.

Shu approaches Yui. The candles next to Yui become more burning and suddenly Yui burns and cries because of the heat of the fire next to her. Shu stands next to the table that Yui is tied to and stretches his arms to the sky. The moonlight shines from the roof of the church into the church and the church shines with the silver light of the moon.

Shu begins to recite a prayer. A prayer that Yui does not understand. But by looking at Shu's beautiful face shining under the moonlight, her memories slowly come alive for her.

Shu looks at Yui after a few short moments. Tears are flowing from his eyes. He reaches his hand towards Yui and caresses Yui's wounded and bloody body. He drops his tears on Yui's naked body and heals the wound. Yui no longer feels pain. But this time her heart beats faster. It seems that his sadness has made her sad too.

Shu: That nightmare repeats itself every night.

Yui: What nightmare?

Shu: A nightmare where my best friend burns in a fire and my lover leaves me forever.

Yui: What is that girl's name?

Shu: I don't remember her name. But I call her Eve. By the Eden tree she was by my side. She was smiling and looking at me with an angelic face. Her gaze was full of love. The love that made me forget the nightmare and live again. That girl was very beautiful.

With a tearful face, Shu leans his head close to Yui's face and looks directly into her eyes.

Shu: Do you know who separated her from me?

Yui: I don't know.

Shu: God separated her from me. Because she committed a sin. She ate the apple of Eden and God separated her from me as punishment. But I ran away from heaven and came to look for her, that's why I am acidified in these chains. Because chains are God's power and he will only release me when I find my lover.

Yui: What is my role here?

Shu: Your blood is very powerful. I prayed before God by sacrificing your blood, but the chains were not opened. So I am still far from my lover.

Yui: I can't help you. Please let me go.

Shu opens the ropes with a heart full of pain. He looks at Yui's wounded body. Blood is spread on her body like a rose and under the moonlight she looks like a goddess. This feeling is very familiar to him. Shu cannot control himself and hugs Yui and cries.

Shu: My Eve. I miss you. Please come back to me

Shocked by his sudden hug, Yui can't fight him back. The warmth of this man is also familiar to her. Yui returns Shu's hug and cries with him. Suddenly, the chains are slowly opened and Shu's wings are freed. He is now free and that means he has found his lover.

While hugging Yui, Shu looks at her with a warm look and a familiar smile. He remembers everything now. He remembers Eve.

Shu: Yui. You are Yui. My dear Eve. I finally found you.

Yui: Shu-san.

Shu hugs Yui again and caresses her. He has found his lover and never wants to let her go. Shu takes his head to Yui's neck and places small kisses on her neck. He kisses Yui's lips. A long kiss from an old love. Moments later, saliva of love hangs from the lips of these two lovers.

Shu: Yui, I found you. My beautiful Eve. I will never let you go again.

Yui hugs Shu.

Yui: Shu-san. I love you.

Shu: I love you too Yui. My beautiful Eve. My one and only Eve. I will never be separated from you. Now we are free. We come back to life.

The midnight hymn echoed through the church. God heard Adam's prayer and returned him to Eve. Now Adam is free and happy. He is with Eve and can experience happiness again. No one knows what will happen to them. Maybe God will forgive them and they will return to Eden again. Maybe they will be imprisoned on earth forever. But they are together in the end and that is enough for them to be happy. Because Adam and Eve are in love.

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[brooklynislandgirl]

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BOLD any which apply to your muse ( italicize borderline things ) remember to REPOST ! feel free to ADD to the list !

red  // orange  // yellow // green //  blue //  purple //  pink  //  black  // white //  brown  // beige  // silver //  gold  // copper  // iron //  steel //  platinum  //  diamond  //  pearl  //  ruby  //  sapphire  // emerald  //  amethyst  //  quartz  //  lapis lazuli //  peridot  // heat //  cold //  fire //  ice  // water  // air  //  earth //  metal //  lightning // thunder //  wind //  clouds // rain  //  mist //  steam  //  dewdrops  //  rainbow  //  snow  //  frost  //  claws //  talons  //  beak  // fangs  //  teeth //  wings  //  fur //  feathers  //  scales //  nude  //  messy hair //  lips //  smiles  //  eyes //  hands //  stripes  //  spots  //  blotches  //  freckles  // grass //   leaves // bark  //  roots  //  nuts  //  berries  //  petals  //  thorns // rose  // lavender  //  poppy  //  daisy  //  lily  // tulip //  palm trees //  fungi  //  decay  //  dirt //  dust //  sand  //  clay  //  mud  // ash //  smoke  // charcoal //  lava //  stone  //  rocks  //  pebbles  //  brick //  rust  //  lace  // leather //  silk  //  velvet  //  denim  // cotton  //  wool  // sun //  moon  // full moon //  new moon  //  crescent moon  //  eclipse  // stars  // constellations //  day  // night //  sunlight  // moonlight // dusk //  dawn //  midnight // twilight //  light // dark //  time  //  space  //  anti-matter  // winter //  spring  // summer  //  fall  // sugar // salt //  spices  //  herbs  //  minerals  //  glass  //  porcelain  //  mirrors  //  wood //  bone  // candles //  papers // books //  tomes  //  scrolls  //  poetry  // sketches  // photos //  paint // filing cabinets // cigarettes //  cigars  // coffee  //  tea  // hard liquor // beer //  wine //  candy // meat  // fish  // vegetables //  fruits  //  glitter  //  bubbles //  ocean  // waves

 river //  lake  //  stream  //  mountain  //  cliff  //  cave  //  valley  //  city //  cars  //  smog  //  neon  // skyscrapers //  countryside  //  farms  //  hay  // bruises  //  scratches  //  scars  //  blood // sweat  // tears //  dreams  //  technology  //  wires  //  glitches  //  pixels // hacking // espionage  //  distortion  // digital //  analog  //  clocks  //  phone //  video games // television //  synthetic  //  plastic  //  silicone  //  clothes  //  rags  //  robes // t-shirt //  jeans // sweaters  // trenchcoats //  uniforms //  slacks  //  shorts  //  lingerie // dresses  //  skirts  // lanyards //  hats  // rings  // bracelets  //  necklaces  //  earrings  // piercings  //  unlaced boots  //  heels  //  sneakers // canine // feline  // mammals //  birds  //  reptiles  //  amphibians  //  insects  // arachnids  //  swords  //  longswords  // cutlass  //  rapier  //  claymore  // dagger // knife  //  spear  //  scythe  //  bow  //  arrows  //  staff  // bat  //  club  //  hammer  //  axe  //  mace  //  scimitar  //  kukri  //  katana  //  whip  //  flail  //  shield  //  spikes  // pistol //  assault rifle  // shotgun  // SMGs //   machine-gun // sniper rifles  //  cannons  // grenades //  C4 / phosphor  //  religion  //  mythology // churches // symbols  //  angels // demons  // otherworldly //  heaven  //  hell  //  purgatory  // afterlife //  resurrection  //  holiness  //  purity  //  impurity  // life  //  death //  graveyards  // nature //  spirits  // souls //  medicine // needles  //  chemicals  //  science // superheroes //  dragons //  wyverns  //  unicorns  //  pegasi  //  griffins  //  phoenix  //  nymphs  //  mermaids  //  werewolves // vampires  //  manticore  //  chimaera  // basilisks  //  piano  //  violin // cello // electric guitar //  clarinet  //  flute  // drums  //  triangle  //  harp  //  xylophone  //  singing  //  choir

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Tagging: steal it, wankers ;3

[milleroptimism]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ? BOLD any which apply to your muse ( italicize borderline things ) remember to REPOST ! feel free to ADD to the list !

red // orange // yellow // green // blue // purple // pink // black // white // brown // beige // silver // gold // copper // iron // steel // platinum // diamond // pearl // ruby // sapphire // emerald // amethyst // quartz // lapis lazuli // peridot // heat // cold // fire // ice // water // air // earth // metal // lightning // thunder // wind // clouds // rain // mist // steam // dewdrops // rainbow // snow // frost // claws // talons // beak // fangs // teeth // wings // fur // feathers // scales // nude // bare feet // lips // smiles // eyes // hands // stripes // spots // blotches // rosettes // freckles // grass // leaves // trees // bark // roots // nuts // berries // petals // thorns // rose // lavender // poppy // daisy // lily // tulip // fungi // decay // dirt // dust // sand // clay // mud // ash // smoke // charcoal // lava // stone // rocks // pebbles // brick // rust // lace // leather // silk // velvet // denim // cotton // wool // sun // moon // full moon // new moon // crescent moon // eclipse // stars // constellations // day // night // sunlight // moonlight // dusk // dawn // midnight // twilight // light // dark // time // space // anti-matter // winter // spring // summer // fall // sugar // salt // spices // herbs // minerals // glass // porcelain // mirrors // wood // bone // candles // paper // books // tomes // scrolls // poetry // sketches // photos // paint // cigarettes // cigars // coffee // tea // hard liquor // beer // wine // candy // meat // fish // vegetables // fruits // glitter // bubbles // foam // ocean // waves // river // lake // stream // mountain // cliff // cave // valley // city // cars // smog // neon // skyscrapers // countryside // farms // hay // bruises // scratches // scars // blood // sweat // tears // dreams // technology // wires // glitches // pixels // hacking // distortion // digital // analog // clocks // phone // video games // television // synthetic // plastic // silicone // clothes // rags // robes // t-shirt // jeans // sweaters // trenchcoats // uniforms // slacks // shorts // lingerie // dresses // skirts // hats // rings // bracelets // necklaces // earrings // piercings // boots // heels // sneakers // canine // feline // mammals // birds // reptiles // amphibians // insects // arachnids // swords // longswords // cutlass // rapier // claymore // dagger // knife // spear // scythe // bow // arrows // staff // bat // club // hammer // axe // mace // scimitar // kukri // katana // whip // flail // shield // spikes // pistol // rifle // shotgun // machine-gun // muskets // cannons // grenades // religion // mythology // churches // symbols // angels // demons // otherworldly // heaven // hell // purgatory // afterlife // resurrection // holiness // purity // impurity // life // death // graveyards // nature // spirits // souls // medicine // needles // chemicals // science // fiction // dragons // wyverns // unicorns // pegasi // griffins // phoenix // nymphs // mermaids // werewolves // vampires // manticore // chimaera // basilisks // piano // violin // cello // guitar // clarinet // flute // drums // triangle // harp // xylophone // singing // choir //