❛❛ do i make you sick ? it's fucking sickening. PLAYING WITH FUCKING NAPALM ! ❜❜
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❛❛ do i make you sick ? it's fucking sickening. PLAYING WITH FUCKING NAPALM ! ❜❜
roleplay sideblog for ruby of supernatural. will follow back from @chyremn. written by julia.

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Ruby 2.0 in I Know What You Did Last Summer | Supernatural 4.09
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
Ruby 2.0 | Supernatural 4×01 (Lazarus Rising)
[ SKANK ] ur mom [ SKANK ] tell him when hes done huffing hair glue to call me back [ SKANK ] i need to know what he wants for dinner [ SKANK ] 🫵 u can starve
[ TXT: dean ] : you always know how to treat a lady
[ TXT: dean ] : how abt i just ask him real quick
[ TXT: dean ] : he says french fries. crinkle cut
[ TXT: dean ] : and get some extra ketchup while ur at it

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rip ruby u woulda loved lil mariko
@broth3r: my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.
another night, another dingy motel. the same stained walls, the same nicotine-yellow curtains they'd hidden behind a hundred times before. different town, same routine. their very own, addictive ritual.
a demon in his lap, and the same, familiar sting of that glistening edge splitting her surface open just enough to unveil the crimson beneath. it's desperate, the way sam holds onto that arm, fingers ironclad around wrist as he feeds from her. mouth hot and starving against wound ; licking, sucking, swallowing. tongue dragging over that fresh slit again, and again ─ smearing dark poison across already ruined skin.
blood streaks the corners of his mouth. paints itself over lips and chin, beneath fingernails where his grip tightens every time he swallows. and when sam drags away, it's a reluctant departure. the wound in her wrist pulsating at the loss of it. chest rising hard. his eyes blown and storm-dark. mouth open. red, just about everywhere. she bites her lip.
' sam, ' ruby breathes, eyes locking. hands move to cup his face between palms. dangerously grounding ; making it feel too close to intimacy for either of them to admit. slowly, her thumb moves. sweeping steadily across his lower lip, smearing away the blood gathered there. warm and wet, red streaking across her own skin now. a sly upturn curving her mouth before lifting the thumb to her lips, tongue gliding over the stain as she tastes herself from him.
' there he is, ' demon murmurs when she's done, sliding digits through sam's hair to ruin the careful way he'd styled it that morning. brown strands tangling between fingers. damp at the temples. ' that's my boy. '
[ @bloodchic ] don'tttt i'm gonna be so pissed if you kill me i'm serious .
[ SKANK ] aw ): [ SKANK ] 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 [ SKANK ] oops that was autocrocet i meant dw
[ TXT: dean ] : violent AND clingy. sam rly wasn't exaggerating
[ TXT: dean ] : he says hi btw. or he would if he wasn't busy towel-drying his hair right now. domestic as hell honestly 🖤
[ TXT: dean ] : who is 'autocrocet'
mommy.........,,,,
hi
okay goodnight

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Supernatural
4.04 "Metamorphosis"
joan baez crackled and crooned from the cassette player while sam kept a lazy speed down the empty road. side glancing to their companion, the born and bred hunter shifted their posture and buttoned shirt.
...but there but for fortune go you and i...
"so —" sam stopped, glancing between ruby and the road "are you... reading any good books?" they've had experience with demons, they've had experience with ruby, yet with this casual familiarity growing between the two... there was deficit. the grimace on their face looked painful, "or....hobbies?" @bloodchic
look at that. sam finally says something. brow lifts as she leans her head back against the seat, dark eyes sliding toward the one behind the steering wheel. ' wow, winchester. ' tease is there, but one corner of her mouth only quirks upward in a half, almost-faux smile. ' y'really know how to show a girl a good time ─ y'wanna swap book club recs now ? ' not what they wanted to hear ? demon watches them squirm a little, watches their focus shift out through the windshield and to the road stretching ahead of them. ruby keeps looking at them. no response. not at first.
claws tap idly against her thigh where she sits, turning her head back to look out the window, as well. at the dark surrounding them. the faint crackle of the cassette continues on ─ thankfully taking the edge off the silence. making it less awkward. ' i read, i guess. ' she admits after a moment, ' when there's somethin' worth readin'. '
lilith's brilliant lips part, pearly white teeth flashing; half-smile *&. she-snarl. her fingers leave the hilt to stroke ruby's knuckles; a caresses of so deceitfully soft. older than sin, she devours devotion as a wolf does the hare. once barred by man *&. god forbade , the rot of her has become core. apple withering amid the middle. she feasts on desire, a starving animal carved into her body, threaded through the backbone of her being. tongue swipes the lips; with a strength that may break the necks of men, pulls the younger demon to her. gentle, she presses her forehead to another's, humming.
breathe of roses exuding in a hellfire warmth the other can feel. ' good girl. you'll be mine, alone. won't you .ᐣ ' lilith is a dark slaughterhouse *&. ruby has become her killing floor. her knife hungering. lilith dares with her cornflower hues; eyes of a vessel. ARE YOU BOLD ENOUGH ? TO LEAN CLOSER YET ? TO WARM BESIDE HELL HERSELF .ᐣ
she hums at the touch against knuckles. a pleased, unnaturally soft little sound. that's what she likes about wearing borrowed skin like this ; possessing a body and behaving as though it's her own ─ the feeling of touch, blood beneath flesh, the taste, and the scent of it. fingers that send shivers down her spine, a figure that answers when she wills it to. being human feels so far away now, a concept beginning to wither at her very core. perhaps, it already has. because why be human and suffer, when she can be this and live on forever ? devouring her way through different meatsuits until the end of fucking eternity.
lucifer. hell on earth. all of that, a promise. and ruby will do anything to fulfill it.
the touch itself is gentle enough to be a lie, but she lets it happen, anyway. grip tightens ever so slightly around the blade as she's pulled closer. body moving without hesitation. toward lilith. her gravity. until foreheads meet. ' mm, ' demon croons back, low in her throat. good girl. she likes that. lilith knows it. and it's ruinous.
slowly, she exhales, lips barely parting as words slip out, digits twitching around the weapon. ' alone ? ' she smirks, ' you don't need to ask for that ─ you take what's yours. ' half-lidded and dark, eyes flick between her fiery stare and her lips. something draws her in, and at this point, it can't be helped. soft against soft, ruby lets ajar lips linger before closing over her mouth.
@devilbody said: you were saying about poltergeists ?
one elbow hooked over the counter, the other hand wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle ; thumb pressing lazily against its opening. she smiles, because sam almost looks disappointed. half suspicious. like something's off. and yet, they're still there.
' does it matter ? ' demon asks, nodding toward the untouched drink in the other's hand. ' you still came. ' okay, she did tell them they were facing a neat little poltergeist problem here, but in reality, as it turned out . . . it was just a bar. a loud one. packed. rowdy and buzzing. exactly her kind of place. ruby pushes herself off the counter, drifting closer, bottle lifting to plump lips.
' you look disappointed. ' amusement coating those words, ' what, you were hoping for flying knives or somethin' ? relax, sammy. ' she draws their name out on purpose, watching for their reaction and crooks her smirk. music swelling around them. she takes a sip. ' for once, you don't have to save anyone. no last-minute guilt spiral. no big moral crisis ─ how about we try somethin' new, huh ? little bonding time that doesn't involve exorcisms ? ' lips curling again, just enough to show teeth this time. ' c'mon, have a sip. i paid for it. '
La prise de guerre (A toast to victory), Apollonia Saintclair

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stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.
i miss my girl so baddddddd