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.
pinned/header graphics by @melniibone
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.
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.
[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.
this is the trouble with eden's line of work, though perhaps she is wholly to blame; she too often finds herself in dubious situations of questionable origins with terribly problematic people with unimaginable consequences that beg her to choose better, choose smarter.
eden's bite isn't a place for children. not really, although its various attractions might advertise themselves as being family friendly. its fairytale gardens, the occasional cirque de soleil show, its pools, all things children tend to love, but eden hadn't known what to do with a child forced into her care ( well, given to her as a prisoner is the more like it ) other than to shove a brightly colored tablet into her hand and call it a day. dress her like a doll, supply her with candy-flavored blood bags sourced from every possible blood type, because eden's bite is a place where dreams come true, truly true, not unlike the capitalist, consumerist venture of disney world and disneyland but most definitely better.
" if you can trust the word of a demon, all's well. " eden's sharp gaze flickers to the tailor. for many people, their dream is to be rich. they find themselves drawn to eden's bite and its grandeur; they find themselves unable to leave, telling themselves, promising that they'll indulge in one last bet. one always leads to more until they are a miasma of misery plastered to the brightly lit machines with mismatched symbols. for others, they might find their dreams here, visions of becoming famous. not in song, not in dance, but in high fashion, couture. with eden, anything is possible. she bares her teeth just enough to sing a silent threat: their ambitions will die on this thatched wool floor.
her smile is too pleasant, too practiced, too much like a porcelain doll when she looks at ruby. " funds? don't worry about it, i've no need for money. consider yourselves my honored guests, if you'll do me one favor in return. "
๐น๐ผ๐ฉ๐'๐บ ๐ซ๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ด ๐ฐ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ด๐ท๐ณ๐ฌ: Jane's health and happiness. The girl had been turned at the age of six, not long before the mother herself was turned, a bartering chip to make her behave. For ages, Ruby had not so much as toed close to the line, smiling and simpering and laughing and flirting, everything a woman was meant to be until the truth came out. Until Jane's loneliness and neglect had come to light. Until her misery was undeniable. Was it any surprise Ruby had snapped?
She was ready to behave herself again, prepared to twist herself into the thing Eden most wanted, no matter the shape it took. For now, at least, it seemed there was a grace period. Ruy did not smile or laugh, but fretted and stood with unnatural rigidity, noting that too-perfect smile on Eden's face and recognising it as one she had once worn far too often herself.
Her instinct is to leap at the request, to roll over and show her belly like a good dog -- see how accommodating I can be? -- but she keeps herself still, arm raised to accommodate only the tailor as they pin the seam at her side. It is an uncomfortable position, but not an unfamiliar one. That man had been adamant she be dressed in finery at all hours, every outfit perfectly tailored, no matter the claws that would rip them off in the end.
"Of course. I am in your debt." She hardly had a choice. "What can I do for you?" Whore herself out? High class escorts were hardly a rarity here, but few could withstand the supernatural guests Eden hosted. Spill her secrets? Surely Eden knew Ruby had collected blackmail like precious coins. Her client list alone would be the stuff of scandal the moment it was released, though the blow back would be nothing to scoff at in turn. Ruby prepared herself for the worst. She rarely thought to hope for anything else.
"I won't cause any trouble," they say with a simple nod, looking from the camp beyond and back at her.
"Iago." Most forget their name too easily for them to ever bother with a fake name. They're hardly important enough for one anyway, any of those that might possibly recognize them are miles away, wallowing in their own bloodpools and whining about their master gone missing. The inhabitants of Moonrise don't even notice their lingering guest as anything more than a shadow in their peripheral, "And may I ask yours?"
๐น๐ผ๐ฉ๐ ๐พ๐จ๐บ ๐ณ๐ถ๐จ๐ป๐ฏ ๐ป๐ถ ๐ณ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐น ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ต๐บ๐ฌ๐บ, but she also knew, to a normal person, Iago was proving themselves to be trustworthy enough to let them into camp for a night or two. Fortunately, Ruby needed no true sleep, only an hour or two of rest, and she could keep a better eye on them than most.
Her eyes caught the light strangely at their question, with something in the back of her mind wanting to know what Iago might give in exchange for an answer. Even with Gale's help, she could find no reason for this strange behavior, and set it aside yet again. There was no need to draw attention to it in front of a stranger. "Very well. You may call me Ruby." She finally allowed the prepared spell to fade from her fingertips, and nodded over her shoulder. "You may have whatever is left over from dinner. We have no extra bedrolls for you, but the campfire will burn all night."
ooc. Did I mention I finally got a job after a year and 4 months! I gotta pass the background check but thatโs gonna come up clean no problem. Iโm so excited
hopefully since my replies are queued that means my activity wonโt take a noticeable dip but ill be around less often to respond to messages or send memes. You can always link me to smt you reblogged and want me to send in though!
