Raise Me Up

I really am that good.

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ofmisterios‌:

tears filled the young woman’s eyes. she could not save the person she promised to help to safety. panic attacks began to take over. despite knowing she had done everything she could to try saving the stranger wasn’t it enough. she didn’t know why it did not work. as tears dropped down on her cheeks, she sighed ❝ i couldn’t save them. it was too late ❞ she said out loud. mallory could not take her eyes away from the ground. this couldn’t happen, and she did not understand, she had… no.. this was different from the last time, this was not like home; there was the world’s end different ❝ this is cannot happen again ❞ she had no idea what had caused this, but she thought that she presumably would never get her questions answered. presumably was it a person who had done it, a supernatural creature of some sort, or it was earth who had collapsed. whatever it was, it scared her and it felt as she could not breath, nor did she think her magic worked properly in this city. 

Ruby had seen hell.  Watched demons crawl over each other trying to get out of the Gate and every bit of backstabbing and violence that it entailed.  What she hadn’t expected to see, though, was a reenactment of it on Earth; at least not without Lucifer rising and the apocalypse beginning in earnest.  “It’s alright,” she assured the woman.  “You can’t save them all.  Save yourself right now, okay?  Get somewhere safe and stay there, no matter what.  This has got to end, sooner or later.”

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For the new plot drop, my characters will be *drumroll*

Ruby || Supernatural

With her powers curtailed and fortunately escaping Faustus’ control, Ruby can do little but remain out of harm’s way.  She’s not actively looking to save anyone, and she’s got no interest in dying either.

Connections: Someone she’s sheltering with, someone she throws to the wolves to save herself Likely fate: Alive

Mia Smoak || DC

All of her training, all of her continual readiness, has prepared Mia for this moment.  Donning the iconic green hood her father once wore, she fights back against the chaos and saves as many people as possible.  Rumors of two Green Arrows fill the streets among the survivors.

Connections: Anyone she’s saved, anyone she might be fighting alongside Likely fate: Alive but injured and exhausted, sheltered in the warehouse she calls home.

Hayley Marshall || TVD/Legacies

Faustus’ hallucinogens have a dark effect on Hayley, triggering her dormant nature as she searches for Hope.  In her mind the girl is still a mere child, missing and in desperate need of her protection, and in her frenzy to save the girl Hayley may injure or kill anyone who gets in her way.  She tears a path through Ames, stopped only by her own death.

Connections: Hope, any possible victims, her killer Likely fate: Deceased, returning with full memories

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Anyone interested in filling a connection or has one I can fill for them, feel free to hit me up!

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theflannelclad‌:

sam rolled his eyes when ruby stumbled towards him, he didn’t know how much booze it took to get a demon drunk, but he figured she had probably raided the free bar a couple of times. her poor me story didn’t appeal to his empathetic side at all, he didn’t care that she had fought to get out of hell. 

“see, that’s the problem. you didn’t come here looking for redemption, ruby. you came here with some twisted idea that i would be excited to see you, that i would want anything to do with you. everything you did, everything you just said, you didn’t do for me. you did so i would trust you, so that you could use me as a pawn in your plan to bust the devil out of the cage. so don’t act like you actually cared about me. i could have been any other guy, if azazel liked one of the other special children instead of me then any one of them could have busted that door open in that church.” he finished with a heavy breath, his shoulders heaving as he looked at ruby, disdain clear in his features. maybe he would believe that ruby was here for redemption, for a second chance at life. he would believe she actually just wanted to be friends, if not for the fact that she had tried to get him into bed with her, and was convinced that she would get him to drink her blood again.

“Yeah, you’re right.  That’s exactly why I did it, because that’s what got me out of Hell in the first place; my mission to free our Lord.  I serve him no differently than Castiel or the other holy types serve your Lord.  But that’s your problem; you only see that.  If you really think I’d have saved your ass all those times just for the mission, then I envy how black and white you see the world.  None of his other idiot children ever could have been you.  Not even the one who stabbed you in the back.”

She shrugged, the alcohol having done its work and made her more talkative than she’d have liked.  “You’re right about one thing, though.  I don’t want redemption.  When I got down off the rack and became a demon, I gave up that idea.  And I do think that I’m what you’ll want, later if not sooner.  But I wouldn’t force myself on you now any more than I did then.  The choice has always been, it will always be, yours.  Simple as that.  So rest easy, Sam.  You’ve got nothing to fear from me, and your family doesn’t either.”

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theflannelclad‌:

he hated that he could still smell her on him even after he left the room. every time he was around her, he could smell her blood. he thought that after all this time, it wouldn’t even affect him, but he couldn’t lie. he’d always be an addict, and her blood would always be tempting to him. the blood, and the power it gave him. especially now, being stuck in this town, plagued by nightmares because the equaliser wound in his shoulder, he craved the power to do something about it. 

sam wouldn’t leave without dean, so he stepped outside into the cold december air. a few other people outside were smoking and chatting, but it was mostly quiet. quiet enough for sam to try and clear his thoughts. he hoped she wouldn’t try and follow her out, he’d said all he’d needed to say. after everything that had happened, part of him hoped she’d at least feel a little remorse, but she seemed convinced that she would get him to fall off the wagon.

A few drinks later, Ruby wandered out as well - rolling her eyes when she saw Sam milling about.  The smart thing would have been to head back to her apartment and sleep it off, but she’d never been accused of having good self-preservation, and so she stumbled her way towards him instead.

“You’re such a hypocrite,” she accused.  “Do you have any idea what it takes to get out of Hell?  How many knives you need to stick in backs, how much pain and suffering it takes to find someone who’ll give you that kind of shot?  Yeah, I worked for Lilith.  Yeah, I kickstarted the apocalypse.  But you have no idea what I gave up for that.  And you seem to constantly forget how much I did for you - and no, I’m not talking about the blood.”

She counted things off on her fingers, words slurring.  “I fixed the Colt for you.  I got tortured for you.  I cleaned up bodies, I walked through a field of demons to find you in some rinky-dink police station.  I killed my own kind, I consorted with angels, I moved heaven and earth for you, Sam.  And yeah, I had an agenda.  Everyone has an agenda.  You, your brother, your heavenly pals, God, every single one of them does.  But they get a pass.  You all get a pass.  But me, there’s no redeeming me.  Smells like bullshit, Sam.  Believe what you want, but I’m more three-dimensional than you’d like to think.  Try not to get lonely up on your high horse.”  This time, she was determined to walk away with the last word.

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theflannelclad‌:

dean hadn’t mentioned it, but he trusted that his brother would have given the first chance. “i don’t care, just stay away from my family and my friends. i don’t care what kind of stupid, fake life you’ve set up for yourself, just don’t get me involved in it.” he finished off his drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, before walking away. he wanted to put as much distance between himself and ruby as possible.

Ruby debated for a brief moment before sliding off her stool and falling into step beside him.  “Run back home to your angel and your moron, Sam.  Nothing ever changes with the three of you, which is why I know one dark night you’ll knock on my door.  Until then?  Merry Christmas.”  With a toss of her hair she left his side, heading back towards the bar and the worried stares of the people who’d been sitting around them.  “Not to worry,” she assured them.  “Just a little too much Christmas cheer.  His brother will make sure he gets home alright.”

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theflannelclad‌:

“worth the risk.” sam said, shaking his head in annoyance. annoyed that she was probably right, and he was stuck in this town with someone he couldn’t stand. when she mentioned dean and cas, he moved to his feet. “you know what, stick around. try and piss me off as much as you want, but if you even look in their direction i’ll kill you, and i don’t care who sees it.” he was fiercely protective over his family, he’d let ruby do whatever she wanted before he let her get to them. and she was wrong, he’d made friends here, and he had friends back home. friends and family that he’d die to protect. “i mean it ruby, stay away from them.”

Ruby’s eyes rolled violently in her head.  “i take it your brother didn’t mention that we already had it out?  So you’re a little late on that front, my friend.  I mean you should ask yourself why he didn’t tell you, but that’s none of my concern.  And as for your little angel friend, trust me when I say he’s the last person I want to spend any time around.  It’s in my nature.”

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theflannelclad‌:

“for as long as we’re in this town together, we will never get along. get used to it.” sam said, shaking his head. the idea of ever being friends with someone like ruby was absurd. “if we weren’t surrounded by people, and we weren’t stuck here, i would have already stuck my knife into your throat.” he kept his voice down, careful that the people around them didn’t hear his threats. “so no, we aren’t going to be friends. in fact, even the idea of makes me want to end you even more.”

“And then I’d die and come back tomorrow, and nothing would have changed.  So if it makes you feel better, go right ahead.”  Ruby wasn’t a hundred percent sure that was how it would work, but confident enough to take the chance.  “So you’ll continue to have nothing and no one except your idiot brother and your angel, even while you’re stuck here.  That’s a sad way to live, Sam - but it’s your choice.  So I’m just going to sit here and drink with you.”

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theflannelclad‌:

“i’m not your friend, and don’t get it twisted. just because the very sight of you makes me feel sick, don’t mistake that for me having any sort of cravings.” he turned his head toward and narrowed his eyes. “you can try as hard as you want, i’m never going to come to you. not now, not ever. i have too much to lose.” having recently learned of castiel’s reciprocated feelings towards him, it just reminded him that going back to demon blood would mean he would lose his brother, and his angel. no amount of power was worth that, it didn’t matter how good the demon blood used to make him feel. 

“Oh, Sam.  Sometimes I think you’ve gotten so used to playing for a crowd that you just don’t know how to turn it off.  I don’t need to hear the reasons, or the excuses, you’ll either come or you won’t.  I will lay good money, though, on the fact that you’ve thought about it since I saw you last.”  Ruby sipped her drink.  “For now, you might as well be my friend.  We’re both stuck in this town and not going anywhere, so you can either sling hateful words every time you see me or we can just learn to get along.  Besides, looking so dour at a party doesn’t suit you one bit.”

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theflannelclad‌:

sam knew that she’d take a seat beside him, and his shoulders tensed in annoyance. “don’t do this.” he warned her. sure, he may not be able to do anything here, in front of everything, but it wouldn’t stop him from sticking a knife into her gut the next time he got her alone. his fingers tightened around his glass as he took a large gulp, suddenly wishing it was whiskey and not a soft drink. he couldn’t lose his cool here, he’d end up doing something he’d regret.

“Not doing a thing, Sammy,” Ruby lowered her voice a little to match his.  Sure he could hurt her, but it wouldn’t be tonight.  Tonight belonged to her.  “I’m just having a drink with a friend, at a Christmas party.  If you’re feeling tension about drinking near me, I think that’s a problem that you have - not one I’m causing.  If you’re having cravings, though, you should talk to someone about that.”

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theflannelclad‌:

if there was one thing ruby knew about him, it was how easily his anger could get the best of him. she was playing on that now, knowing he had to stop himself from turning around smashing the glass in his hand across her head. taking a deep breath, he turned back around to her, plastering a forced smile on his face. “don’t push it.” he murmured through gritted teeth, finishing off the drink in his hand. a few people had turned at the sound of her voice, and he knew he couldn’t alienate himself in this place. not while he was still stuck. he didn’t know how to play this, how to get away from her without looking like a complete asshole. so he grabbed another glass and handed it to her, before turning back to the bar. it wasn’t an invitation for her to drink with him, but a way to get her to leave without looking like he was telling her to fuck off. which is exactly what he wishes he could do. 

Ruby could see the warring emotions on his face, and loved every moment of it - it reminded her so much of old times, the way he looked before he drank.  This wasn’t that moment, he was nowhere near drinking yet, but the war in him was the same sort that had torn him apart then.  “Why thank you, Sam,” she beamed as she accepted the drink, staking out a spot beside him.  “How’ve you been since the last time I saw you?  All done your Christmas shopping?”  Despite his warning, she had every intention of pushing it.

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erasiing‌:

“Sure, an angel among mere mortals, that’s exactly how I would describe myself,” the vampire mused. Still, though, he was glad that she was going to stick around so he didn’t have to try to fish another bottle from behind the bar. He didn’t want to upset the bartender any more than he already had. Just in case. “It is. We do need another plague or something.” 

“That’s what I thought,” Ruby chuckled.  His joke made her laugh harder than perhaps it should have, if only because it wasn’t far from what a demon might have said.  “We can only dream.  This world doesn’t seem like it’s due for one anytime soon.”

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theflannelclad‌:

the very last person he wanted to see at this party was ruby, but of course she busy playing human so she was bound to turn up at a social. he still couldn’t believe she’d actually managed to get herself a job and settle down her. it couldn’t be long until she decided to stop playing games and went back to being the manipulative bitch that sam knew she was. 

she had already played her mind games with him, and sam knew there was more in store. she wouldn’t stop until she got him to drink demon blood again, but sam wouldn’t let that happen. he’d never be that person again, never risk all that he had now. 

she approached him at the bar, and he turned his back on her, wishing he had an alcoholic drink to deal better with the conversation that was about to happen. “i really can’t be bothered with another one of your ‘you’ll come to me eventually speeches’ ruby, so save it.”

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Sometimes, it was as if the universe was doing her work for her.  Ruby had been profoundly disappointed that her grip on Sam’s psyche was weak enough that he hadn’t come looking for her since their first encounter, but here he was in the same place as her without her even trying.  The party was a perfect venue for games - he couldn’t exactly pull out a knife and threaten her there, so he’d have no choice but to put up with her.

“Sam Winchester?” she announced loudly enough to draw stares.  Her voice was her own, but with a slightly put-on accent that made her sound a little more innocent than she’d ever been.  “As I live and breathe, give an old friend a hug,” she spread her arms and waited, wondering how he’d play the moment.  If he turned away he’d look like an ass, and the knowledge that he’d turned away the innocent kindergarten teacher might not sit well with the townsfolk.

“How I’ve missed that face of yours!”

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “Because they do idealize the holidays. I guess. Like, do not get me wrong, but there are no such things like Christmas miracles. It is no magical time, just… another day. Or night. Whatever.”

Anna made a face, only slowly taking Ruby’s hand, feeling like she had already ruined the mood now. “I have never been dancing before, Ruby. I hope you know that.”

“I’m not a big believer in miracles no matter what day it is,” Ruby reminded her, gently teasing the angel.  “I guess it makes them feel better to think your father is up there passing out special treats on his son’s birthday - easier than recognizing that the world sucks.”

Ruby smiled, guiding Anna onto the floor and putting one of the angel’s hands on her hip before placing the other on her shoulder.  “That’s alright.  We’re not here to win a prize, we’re just going to dance a little.  Follow my lead and go slow, you’ll be fine.”  The demon began to sway gently, keeping an eye on Anna to make sure she could follow.

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “Maybe it would have been wise of me to watch a few of those,” Anna made a face. She had not been in the mood, though. Not with bascially everyone giving her a cold shoulder since she came back from the dead.

“To be honest, I did not even wanted to come first. This is a holiday for families, or, at least, couples, and I am not a part of any of those.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t.  They’re all the same - guy or girl who doesn’t believe in Christmas learns a valuable lesson, becomes the nicest man in town, blah blah blah.  If you really want to know what these humans think about Christmas, I’d read Dickens.”

Ruby turned a little, stepping in front of Anna.  “Hey, this is barely a Christmas party.  It’s a decade themed party, and there’s no rule that says you’ve got to be in a couple - or a family.  I’m not, but I’m still here.”  She thought for a moment, and offered her hand.  “But if you’re feeling lonely, how about we dance?”

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “This item means I am asking for a kiss? What an odd…. tradition.” Wondering mildly, Anna put the mistletoe back where she had found it, not wanting anyone to come up and kiss her all of the sudden like this.

“And, are you…. having fun?” The angel herself most likely wasn’t, but she was still aiming to not spoil it for anyone else.

Ruby nodded.  “If you hold it above your head, anyway.  You know humans; ninety percent of what they do makes no sense, and the only reason I even know that is because I’ve seen too many Christmas movies.”

Her shoulders moved in a small shrug.  “Parties weren’t really my scene even when I was alive.  But the booze is good, at least.  How about you?  I’m guessing since you’re standing back here in the corner that you’re not really digging this whole thing?”

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

@killforfrenchfries​ || closed

.｡.:*☆ Anna was walking around aimlessly, feeling odd in her dress, and not knowing whom she could talk to. She and Dean were still on rough terms, at least, as far as the angel was aware, and the few other people she knew all seemed to have dates.

Standing in a corner, she picked up a mistletoe from the floor, sniffing at it, curious, wondering if someone had dropped it, and, if it maybe was important for whomever had left it there.

Ruby still wasn’t quite sure what had prompted her to come to the party in the first place; the last time she’d seen Dean they’d come to blows, Sam had defied her expectations and not come looking for her, and the odds of friendly company seemed low.  That was, at least, until she spotted Anna and smiled a soft smile at the way the angel was examining a sprig of mistletoe.

“I’d be careful holding onto that,” Ruby advised softly as she sidled up to Anna.  “Someone’s going to think you’re looking for a kiss.”

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pcpermccns‌:

watching couples dance slowly as the band played much more romantic songs made mina s i g h from where she was sat, chin in her hands and gaze set firmly towards them. some of them were totally infatuated with one another, others only content with spending a night but, it was still magical to a romantic like herself. ”don’t they all look so sweet?” the girl mused to whoever was sat with her. ”i wish someone would come and sweep me off my feet like that sometimes,”

“Romance is overrated,” Ruby replied.  She’d done the opposite of dressing up for the party, turning up at the speakeasy in jeans and a tank top instead, and she was at least three drinks into the night.  “They sweep you off your feet and next thing you know they’re sexting your sister or something.”