ย ย ย ย โ ๐จ๐น๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐จ๐ณ . an iconless, independent, and selective roleplay blog for THE LADY RUBY, based on original lore. Portrayal inspired by high fantasy, old faerie folklore, beauty and the beast, and slight horror. Verses include modern, D.ragon Age, L.ord of the Rings, C.lair Obscur, BG3, and more. Runs mostly on queue. Penned by Ree (they/them, 30+, PST).
โ i. carrd โ ii. open starters โ iii. memes โ iv. headcanons โ v. verses โ vi. plotting guide โ vii. aesthetic sideblog โ
๐จ ๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ต . . . the cyclical nature of folklore, fairy tale villains, monstrosity as armor, the costs of true immortality, gilded cages lovingly tended, knowledge both kept and forgotten, the vanity of beasts, hearts buried deep, ancient wounds not yet healed, curiosity and coldness that burn, and the monstrous things a mother would do for her child.
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pinned art commissioned from vonnev on bsky
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THE MUN
I am Ree, they/them, 30+ and live in the PST / GMT - 8 timezone.
BASICS
01. Basic roleplaying etiquette applies. No godmodding, meta-gaming, AI use, bigotry etc. Regarding meta-gaming, most muses can know about Rubyโs reputation ahead of time, if they are familiar with legends of the fair folk.
02. I am selective but not mutual-exclusive. I am also multi/poly-ship, multi-verse, and crossover-friendly. That being said, I don't tend to follow new folks as I am already overwhelmed by my dash. Please don't take a lack of follow as a lack of interest; you should still absolutely reach out via DM or send in an ask meme if you want to write together!
03. Please come chat with me! I try to keep things lighthearted around here, so if youโre nervous about reaching out to plot, or for any other reason, message me what your favorite animal is first. Just please note: I am super scattered and have a poor working memory, so I might forget to respond for a while. Please don't take this as a lack of interest; it's just a lack of brain on my part.
04. Iโm also an inbox fiend! If you reblog an inbox/ask meme, Iโll try to send something in. Donโt feel pressured at all to get to all of them, itโs all just for fun. If you want me to send something and I miss the post, send it to me directly and Iโll gladly do so.
05. While this is technically a dual-muse blog, Ruby is the default muse. Please let me know if you want to write with Jane.
06. Please feel free to remind me about replies if youโre concerned I missed it. I am scattered and busy, and itโs very possible I did just that.
07. DNI if you write muses from Harry Potter or have a Harry Potter verse. This includes multi-muses. There are no exceptions.
TRIGGERS PRESENT ON THIS BLOG
Spiders, fantasy body horror, violence, past trauma (usually only hinted at, including grooming, abuse, family death, infant death, etc)
REGARDING ARACHNOPHOBIA: I never want to trigger someoneโs arachnophobia. I rarely reblog spider imagery, and will always tag it with spider cw or spiders cw. I am also absolutely open to any number of verses and AU where Ruby takes a human form โ even if itโs not a verse that currently exists on my page โ so please let me know asap if thatโs preferable. That being said, if you think you would be too uncomfortable regardless and donโt want to write with Ruby, I fully understand and hope you have a great day.
PLOTTING AND MEMES
I prefer to roughly plot ahead of time and have an idea of what weโre thinking of, but I am open to playing it by ear. I am also very open to preestablished relationships if we discuss them beforehand.
I am more than happy to write some darker plots, including abuse, violence, murder, etc. Ruby will hurt people, and is immortal, so she will recover from any injury. To a far lesser extent, I am open to putting Jane in vague danger, but this requires at least some pre-plotting so that weโre on the same page.
If you want to continue a thread from an ask, please create a new post and tag me in it, rather than reblogging the ask, or message me if you need me to do it.
NSFW content will be present. I love writing and drawing smut. It will always be under a cut and tagged appropriately.
Anything Goes AUs. If I reblog a spicy ask meme and we haven't plotted, or if we have a plot where it doesn't make sense, you can still send something in. Just specify that it's an anything goes au. This way, it'll be it's own little verse where we don't have to worry about forcing a ship that may not work in our usual verses.
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Watched blade runner 2049 with a few friends, and naturally I had to recreate that one scene with my best girl Ruby, with a tiny cameo from @mooonborne's Roland. Progress gif under the cut
Watched blade runner 2049 with a few friends, and naturally I had to recreate that one scene with my best girl Ruby, with a tiny cameo from @mooonborne's Roland. Progress gif under the cut
Their troupe all but dragged themselves back to camp after a series of hard-fought and won battles throughout their trek. Though Nabooru wished she could chalk freezing in the final battle up to sheer exhaustion but she knew better. No matter how it frustrated her, no matter how much progress she made in practicing with Gale when they could spare the energy and time, the sight of fire hurled at her from the hand of some mage seized her muscles and rooted her to the spot. If not for Ruby's shield spell, she would certainly be limping back to camp in far worse shape.
Though a proud woman, Nabooru did not count herself above offering credit and thanks where it was due. Once Halsin healed her wounds--salves and bandages per her request this time; she still felt a little raw from her trauma episode eariler--and released her from his care, she strode across camp to Ruby's tent. Right hand rubbing her left bicep, she cleared her throat when she came into view of the sorceress.
" I just wanted to say thank you for back there. The shield spell, I think it was? " A guess based on how the rapid-fire shots of flames shot at her exploded on contact with the shimmer of a magical wall that burst forth around her. The bridge of her nose scrunched briefly, the thought of why she needed to step in still a sore spot, an embarrassment. Though, she shook her head and once more offered a small, grateful smile. " I'd definitely be in a lot worse shape if you hadn't cast that. A bit crispier, as it were. "
๐น๐ผ๐ฉ๐ ๐บ๐ป๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ ๐ท๐ผ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น ๐น๐ฌ๐บ๐ฌ๐จ๐น๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐น๐ chance she got, comparing her notes on the parasites to Halsin's, and scouring every book she could get her hands on that even so much as mentioned mindflayers and their tadpoles. Maybe Moonrise held answers for a cure, maybe not. But she hadn't survived this long by relying on what-ifs and maybes.
She had her nose buried in a book when Nabooru approached, and looked up with a start. The woman's words of thanks came at a surprise; they were teammates were they not? Allies, for as long as they both had this shared affliction. "Yes, a shield spell," she answers with a nod. "A fragile shield conjures to protect someone from a spell of a similar or lower level."
"But think nothing of it," Ruby goes on. "You are my ally. I would not see you harmed in battle." Ruby assumed it would go without saying that they would protect each other in a fight. If anyone had reason to understand Nabooru's fear of fire, it was Ruby, who had yet to shake her own phobia after so many years. It had its claws in her, and she knew she'd freeze the second someone cast wall of fire in her vicinity. It was only right that she keep Nabooru from suffering the consequences of a similar condition.
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๐น๐ผ๐ฉ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ญ๐ป๐ฌ๐ต๐บ ๐ญ๐ผ๐น๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น ๐ผ๐ต๐ป๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ'๐บ no mistaking her expression. Something bubbling inside her, the fluttering in her chest, the urge to reach out and take Grace's fidgeting hands. "You're very good at that," she says. "Lighting things up." It's the most Ruby's complimented anyone in weeks, and she means every word. Harsh as she is around anyone else, Ryland inspires a gentleness in Ruby she can't bring herself to suppress. She's eiderdown-soft, hanging off his every word, snowstorm melting again and again until there's nothing but sunny skies inside.
She's silent for too long, trying to come up with something that isn't just burying her face in work. Once upon a time, she would play pretend with Jane, an evil witch trapping the princess in a tower. She has her books -- mass-market mystery novels that annoy her more often than not. She really needs to stop reading them, Ruby thinks, and makes the same resolution that'd been made countless times over to do just that.
But where did that leave her?
Oh. Right.
Ruby's quiet when she answers at last: "You." She swallows hard and sits up straight. An anxious part of her wonders if this is too much pressure to put on him after everything he'd done for her, knowingly or otherwise. Ruby had never been the type to find solace in company, always preferring to withdraw into herself and escape. But more and more, she finds herself waiting for a text, a call, a chance to see Grace outside of their planned meet-ups. But it's the truth. "I have you." Here is a piece of my heart. It only beats when you're around. Please be gentle with it.
That's-- Grace takes a moment to let those words, each syllable, settle somewhere in the vast net of his synapses. He is struck. She's never been one to just dole out flattery. Even with him, Ruby Lark, a woman of a quieter countenance, of a nature so ever purposeful, so stunningly intentional, has only ever praised him where Jane's concerned. But, then, he found he wasn't in need of the compliments, a part of him grown dizzy with their burgeoning friendship. And, anyway, they've shared so many moments that thrilled him, didn't they? Looking to his Converses, his grin tilts disarmingly private.
"Thanks. Can't take all the credit, though. Sort of helps to have someone to light up for."
He remembers the Christmas party. He remembers the time she had caught him out in the rain. He remembers the car ride after, his declaring her his guardian angel, and had noticed, too, though perhaps only because he wanted to, the color in her cheeks and the shine in her eyes. He remembers when he first stepped into her home, her bookshelves with her fairy tales and her assortment of ever amassing mysteries, and he recalls thinking how had a hope to hold a candle to her. He remembers dinner. And the dessert they'd shared afterward. And off the record, how Vaughan sang of love.
"Wow. You don't mince your words, do you?" He's still wringing his fingers. Far beyond their star-dappled perch, the salted shores, frothing like so much billowing cotton-fleece, laps and laps and in an autumnal twinkle. "I don't know what I'm doing," Grace mutters suddenly. The wind sweeps through his hair, lending him a look of something suffocatingly soft, like a down, like a blanket to claim when she sleeps. "Can't help feeling there's a word for it, though... I like having you."
๐บ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ต'๐ป ๐ฒ๐ต๐ถ๐พ ๐พ๐ฏ๐จ๐ป ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐พ๐จ๐บ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น. If there was a road map for navigating this thing between them, it had never made it into her hands. They were friends, that much was true. Close confidantes that spoke about everything and nothing. That got each other little gifts and took each other to dinner. If they were different people, younger and more open, she might call this a date. Two people who cared about each other, sitting under the stars in a special place. It would certainly explain the drumming in her chest. The word romance flits across her mind for the briefest second before it's discarded. If she was someone else, maybe it could be. If she was the type of person he deserved to be with, maybe it would be, but as it was, she barely knew how to smile.
At the very least, she can reassure him: "You're doing fine." It's the truth. He's never been anything less than wonderful -- to Jane, to the rest of the kids, to her. Ruby only wishes he had more confidence in himself. "I know I'm not the easiest person to be around." God knows she doesn't even want to be. "I could list off all the ways, but you know me by now." He does, doesn't he? The quieter parts of her that she doesn't bother to show off to the world. Bad jokes and scientific curiosity have no place in managing the foundation, but they do here.
She's silent for a moment, rearranging the words in her mind until they take shape around his silhouette and fit just right. It's hard to explain just how much it means that Grace doesn't just wait for her to speak, but seems to recognise when she's chewing on her words. Maybe there's a tell, a subtle change in her expression, but the fact that he waits means the world. He means the world, and it's becoming more and more difficult not to acknowledge it. "You have this way of getting through all that. Like you have a key and you walk right in, but I'm the one who ends up feeling at home."
ooc. oh right also happy sunday who is going to spend a good 15 minutes sourcing and arranging unnecessary things on ruby's desk to then sweep off in a dramatic show of impulsive passion like she's always hoped for
Geralt remained silent as her fingers lingered on his skin and he waited for an answer. He was good at that. Even though he enjoyed the touch, as gentle as it was. He felt calmer here than out in the world because he allowed himself to. And because there was no danger here. It was almost a little too quiet, but Geralt could at least get used to it if he let himself. And so could she.
โSo Iโm only good enough to keep you warm?โ His voice betrayed a teasing undertone as one of his hands caressed her face, tracing the contours of her cheek and lingering on her collarbone. There were worse reasons not to have to get up. And he didnโt hold such a statement against her. โAnd Iโm certainly not disappointedโฆ,โ he sighed, leaning forward, closer to her, and replacing his hand with his lips. He lingered like that for just a brief moment, letting his lips caress her skin, before propping himself up again and looking at her. Here, in this sheltered space, everything was different.
๐บ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ป ๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐จ ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ป ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ as he kissed her collarbone. "You know better than to ask questions." The magic that governed her did not care to differentiate between teasing and earnest inquiries. Even now, her eyes flashed in that uncanny way they always did, a reminder that she wasn't human and never would be again.
This mortal shape was so soft compared to her true form, with silky skin and delicate joints. There were always hints if one knew where to look, with her pointed ears and fangs, her uncanny pale eyes. Geralt didn't seem to mind her when she looked like this, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder if he'd dare kiss her like that when she returned to her true self. Not likely, of course. He was too smart to play with that type of fire.
Instead of asking, however, Ruby reached out once more, brushing stray locks of hair from his face, running her fingers along the shape of his jaw. "Tell me, my dear, if you had your way, where would you be right now? Who would you be with?" She wasn't a jealous lover, wouldn't mind if he picked someone else. So long as he said someone who made him happy, she didn't mind at all.
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ooc. all u likin that post should write me a starter for a plot where ur muse knows some rubylore. Or come message me and we plot together idk my brain stopped working a few minutes ago lmao blows u all a kiss
ooc. i'd love more plots where people know of ruby ahead of time tbh. Even more fun if that their legends are all wrong abt her. Like she sneaks out to eat naughty children, she can be poisoned with pure silver, idek. and also going to her in search of knowledge or slaying her in the name of glory or w/e
Ruby herself balks at the idea of romance in most verses right up until she realizes she has feelings for someone. Give it a decade or two tbh. But I can see these two getting on well, and their egos are well-matched lmao. I am excited to see where our plot goes!
EDIT: I see Celeste liked this post. I think Ruby needs to date Roland and Will at the same time and also I think Roland and Will need to kiss posthaste.
๐ฐ๐ป ๐พ๐จ๐บ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฐ๐น๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐พ๐ต ๐น๐ผ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฌ๐ซ that year, a blade driven into the bodice, through Ruby's gut, and out the other side, slashing through fine embroidery that had been woven by spiders dancing to the tune of a wood elf's flute. It was one thing if it was merely blood staining the fabric and thread, but there was no hope of repairing the delicate pattern for even the most expert of hands.
True, it could be argued that it was her own fault. She had lunged first, but only after the visiting prince had insulted her grievously, to the point where he had more than earned his death. His broken body had been swallowed up by the castle and spat out in the dungeons to entertain the bookwyrms, leaving Ruby to the ire still simmering as she drew the steel blade out of herself.
"I should, should I?" she hissed, eyes flashing with murderous intent, and turned the blade on Lestat. "What do you know of it?" The leather hilt protected her from the sting of its iron alloy as she placed the tip of it just below Lestat's chin and tilted his head up just enough to force him to meet her gaze. "How old is your rage, that you think to council me on mine own?"
She ought to run him through. Ought to let him feel a hint of the pain she'd suffered as her stomach was torn asunder. But she was such a merciful host, was she not? Letting her guest lecture her as he pleased without so much as a slap. Ruby only tapped the flat of the blade against his chin once before tossing it away. It clattered into a corner of the hallway, and Ruby turned away. "I am in want of a bath," she said, and left Lestat to his own devices.
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[51.] "come here" said softly โ not urgently. just wanting them close again. (cough revan cough)
lost the prompt // @tempesttragedy ;;
๐บ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ป๐ถ๐ถ๐ซ ๐จ๐ป ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐พ๐ฐ๐ต๐ซ๐ถ๐พ, shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders as she watched the sky go from night to the quiet gray of dawn. Outside the inn, life was just beginning to stir, birds waking up to sing, farmers heading out into their fields. On this side of the window, however, the world remained quiet. Revan's slow breathing was the only sound in the room, while Ruby debated whether or not to start preparing herself for the day.
Come here, they said. When had she woken up? Ruby hoped they weren't too cold.
Wordlessly, she turned to the bed where Revan still lay, and where she'd lain not too long ago. Their plait had come loose in the night; Ruby made a note to redo it later when they were both more awake. "I am here," she breathed, pulling the blankets back just long enough to slip in behind Revan and wrap an arm around her.
The shawl provided extra warmth and comfort, but there was little chance of Ruby falling back asleep. Once she had awoken, she became restless, ready to move about, but, as always, she could never deny Revanelan anything, least of all a few stolen moments together in bed.
ruby is not singular in her aversion to company : even the word banquet makes andrei frown. he'd never, in his time before this marriage, found joy in the frivolity of champagne and dancing, idle conversation and a million passing greetings, each quite forgettable. stifled in his uniform, arms folded across his chest, his aloofness had been offset only by his position ---- title had afforded him much leeway, even when his cold dismissals and distant eyes gave pause. the lack of invitations, here, had not been unwelcome.
and it is not battlefield. nothing can touch that ache, he is realizing, as he sits with his hand in ruby's, held with only softness. not that he'd ever envied pain. but ---- was there nothing in the pursuit of homeland, in the goring of an idea? in living and dying for something larger than oneself? his eyes darken, and he does not soon enough respond. when he does, it is with only a resigning nod.
" perhaps that would be a suitable diversion. " he does not want to seem so disappointed, but even his controlled tone cannot change that the crease between his brows deepens. " would you be amenable to a salon instead, my dear? " it is, at least, an event with less dancing than a banquet. " i have heard there are some rather novel ideas coming out of the hegelians . . . "
๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ ๐น๐ฌ๐บ๐ท๐ถ๐ต๐บ๐ฌ ๐พ๐จ๐บ ๐ต๐ถ๐ป ๐ผ๐ต๐ฌ๐ฟ๐ท๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ฌ๐ซ, yet her hope sinks all the same. A diversion, barely satisfactory if Andrei's creased brow was anything to go by. His suggestion both brightened and soured Ruby further. "A salon?" she echoed. "The Archival Realm has never hosted a salon." She had attended them once, aeons ago as a mortal woman. They had not been unpleasant, to be sure, but the audience was vastly different than that of a masque.
It could not be held in the ballroom, but the idea of having so many guests roaming her halls, even with a single destination in mind, unsettled. How would she keep them from wandering off? What would the bookwyrms do if they heard so many footsteps echoing down the corridors?
But this is not for her. All trouble is secondary to Andrei's desire for purpose. And perhaps in time they would find one more permanent than the salon. With a gentle squeeze of Andrei's hand, Ruby vows solemnly, "Your wish, my will." They would send for the Hegelians, write up a guest list, sample wines. And Ruby would do what she could to sync up the time in her realm with that of others. It has never mattered much whether even went forwards or backwards in relation to Iron Country, but she would find a way to make it work for him. "Would you have me aid you in the preparations, husband? I am your servant in this and all things." It is not the first time she'd said as much, but the weight it carries remains the same as always.
