every rose has its thorns

[maneoruby]

*ﾟ❀  hold the weight together

━ ft. @maneoyoona

her eyes scanned the starry night, contemplating on how her life must’ve been if it was something different, if she was somehow with her ... father. her real father. there were no news of who he was, not a single word was mentioned about him either whenever she asked so she was left with nothing but thoughts, endless thoughts of who he was or how he looked like. the assassin waited for the person who she met under the same sky, time and spot. she didn’t know why but there was something comforting or familiar about the other that ruby could not help but see them once in a while. 

she took it upon herself to bring the booze for them to enjoy tonight. it was her friend’s presence that was missing. once they arrive, she knew they had the whole night to talk. again, it was something she still found... weird. why ? because not even people from amaranthine kenw of the secrets she told the other, by secrets she meant her thoughts and feelings towards her unknown father. she told some but definitely not all. yoona, as the stranger would identify herself, however knew of this fact.

so, with her eyes up in the sky, a foot tapping on the ground at an unknown beat and waited.

[maneoruby]

*ﾟ❀  soulmates aren’t just lovers

━ ft. @feixmaneo​

streets were dark, lights were scarce, the city was fast asleep. the sound of foot steps and uneven breath broke the silence surrounding the alley and slight surprised evident on her features. usually, her victims pleaded for salvation, screamed and grieved for help yet this one ... he different. all he did was ran as fast as they could, she could’ve killed him easily but where’s the fun in that ? ruby usually played with her targets a little before moving further to their persecution, but if she was not in the mood, she found no pleasure in playing with them and immediately go through their death.

and today was one of those days, where she wanted to play and the mischievous smirk never left her lips as she kept track on the man who struggled for breath whilst running. any time now, she knew they’d get tired and stop. or not. that was it ? a groan slipped her lips. 

a dead end. 

gum on her mouth, daggers playing on her hand, weighing it on her hand. ❝ in all honesty though, i really thought we’d get to play a little longer, but it seems to me you lack the sense of direction. you could’ve done better. ❞ up and down. up and down. up and down did her dagger go, then she paused. her eyes slowly averting from her dagger up to his terrified face. ❝ ... because playtime is over. ❞ and in a blink of an eye, a dagger flew off her hands and landed on his leg. a scream following after.  ❝ oh, that must’ve hurt. should we go for another one ? ❞ the huge sinister grin on her face only showed how slow his death was going to be, that neither his pleading or cries will be heard. what she intended to do with him would happen whether he liked it or not.

[gidlez]

❤️

[maneoruby]

*ﾟ❀  oh playful fate

[maneoruby]

CHANWOO‌:

               a simple, straight-forward mission, easy come, easy go, shapeshift in, shapeshift out. as of late, birds had become chanwoo’s favorite mode of transportation, the perfect ride to avoid the public eye, and after sneaking into the modern high-rise, the rest should’ve become history. rather, what could go wrong? built for this, breed for this, stealth became an instinct. but just as he watched his friend stir from his chloroform-induced-nap, he heard … something. 

               fuck. 

               an all black ensemble blended with the night’s cloak of darkness, hiding where he could see them, but they couldn’t see him. or rather … she couldn’t see him. a flick of an eyebrow as he slid his mask over his ears and across his face, his hand found the semi-automatic stowed behind his back. how stupid. that’s all that crossed his mind as the stranger barely flinched at the puzzle before her; she was stupid. foolish. new? cute, with an admirable taste in daggers, but foolish.

               “ yeah, not happening, “ arose from seemingly nowhere, as suddenly, unknowingly, he shifted to stand behind her, pistol flush against her skull. safety off, finger along the handle, the trigger lay ignored, in hopes the intimidation was near enough. he scanned his thoughts; aegis? amaranthine? venor? her face and figure were unrecognizable, though he doubted any connection to veritas. they were simply a different kind, as chan enjoyed saying. “ let me guess … “ he tapped the muzzle of the gun to her head, inhaling and exhaling. “ amaranthine? assassin? and you’re late to the party. “ 

               the size difference was striking, the shadow of his figure looming over hers even among the dark shadows. no matter what, this man had to leave alive. the chairman owed his dues, and it seemed he owed more than just to invictus. his gut clenched; he refused to kill her. supernatural blood on his hands, along with igniting a fire within her own alliances. politics exhausted his thoughts, but he had to play the game now. it was his job. “ dagger down, “ he nearly commanded, voice steady and calm, gun still prepped in his right hand. 

expected and not surprised but at the same time, reckless. she knew and should’ve done better. why would someone just leave their subject alone ? no━the right question would be why did she come in without making sure that she was alone ? foolish, foolish, foolish little girl. not just her, but he was too for death was both a curse and gift to her. no, no, no. death did not scare her one bit. if she were killed today, it would be a gift easily given out to her, to easily kill the curse of her getting her hands tainted with blood. her mother and brother was dead and so there was no one else she could still live for. if there was anything, she was willing to die for amaranthine if it meant to finish her mission. the only thing was ... she didn’t feel like it today.

a scoff slipped her lips, a venomous smile growing on her lips and the grip on her dagger only grew tighter. ❝ what a way to make your entrance and what a way to spoil my fun. ❞ maybe that was what pissed her off even more? the hindrance from her almost kill. ❝ none of your fucking business. again, none of your fucking business, and no, you came too early, because just like what they say, a queen is never late. ❞ she had no plan in holding back, no plans in following his orders. who the hell did he think he was ? if he wanted to kill her, he can very well do so, but she’d make sure that her prey for the day was killed before he could pull the trigger. the small blood trickling down the man’s neck was enough to prove her point. ❝ how about a bargain ? ❞ her other way of having fun; manipulating, controlling the whole situation.

❝ so, here’s the bargain. put your gun down first, and i’ll put my daggers down. ❞

uncertainty filled up her mind, she wasn’t sure if he was going to agree or not. hopefully, he does or she’ll have to fight her way of his grasp. the way his body towered her petite body was enough to warn her of the difficulty and knew it was not going to be easy. still, she’d try. she faced men who were almost as big as him anyways, didn’t go well as much as she thought it would, but it would not change the fact that she won━barely ... with a lot of bruises and scars. that’s when she knew, she needed to train and work hard even more. ❝ what’s it going to be, love ? guns off, daggers down. you have my word. ❞

[maneoruby]

*ﾟ❀ two peas in a pod

[maneoruby]

KAMON·:

she’d been fiddling with the straps of a to-go bag from this bakery near her home when the door opens. 

kamon’s smile is nothing short of bright as she holds out the gift; some baked goods are sitting at the base of one of those fancier bakery bags, it’s surface a soft matte and there’s a glossy ‘m’ in the center — she hopes that ruby likes it. while the contents of the bag were nothing too fancy, kamon had hoped that the dozen macarons and half a dozen macaroons ( there’s a difference ) were a good enough thank-you-for-inviting-me-over gesture. “kạlyāṇī, it’s beautiful,” even though she can’t see much behind the mermaid’s shoulder, it’s a genuine compliment; “i brought these for you.”

after she’d entered her friend’s home and slipped off her sandals, the naiad stands and waits. kamon had always been the type of person that could waltz into an area as if it were a second home ( there weren’t any boundaries in the forest of hands and teeth; the open space was a home to all animals ) but she had been living in civilization for a long time now, and she understood that people liked their privacy almost as much as she liked her snacks. kamon is looking around the mermaid’s home, waiting for permission to move further into the living space, and she thinks to herself, it truly is beautiful ( even if its beauty is rooted in the identity of its owner ). 

when she’s caught sight of her own reflection, the light periwinkle sheen of her hair stands out; no wig today ( the contacts she’d remove later ). the duffel bag that she had slung around her shoulder is a similar shade — kamon thought it would be cute to match with the accessory. the bag itself had been filled with a few things that a google search deemed to be ‘slumber party necessities!!’: pajamas, a change of clothes, travel-sized toiletries…the works. the added bonus was kamon’s light pink caboodle case, filled with colorful hair clips that looked like pearls and seashells; this was something kamon herself deemed an essential item.

she was quick to taking the gift she probably didn’t deserve ( she always thought that way ). sometimes, she’d even think of the things she did to deserve another chance of having a family, especially when she had left the first family she once had. she’d do better this time though. her giddy smile turned to a huge grin at the tingling feeling it gave her. was it excitement ? she was not sure, but a part of her couldn’t wait to see what her friend got her. good thing she went to do groceries for them to enjoy with later on. see, the whole concept of a slumber party was still a mystery to her. she didn’t make friends back in the day. training and a little bit of sleep was the only thing she focused on back in the day, and now that she was an assassin, a fresh assassin, who had a few missions done ( whether be it a small or big one ), she had more time than she did before.

the smile in her eyes shifted to uncertainty. she was waiting ... unsure of what to say next. kamon was just ... standing, waiting for ... what ? the blinking of her eyes, head tilted on the side and bros quirked were enough to express the confusion she was feeling. ❝ are we still waiting for someone else ? ❞ another thing she never got to learn was the way people usually asked to be invited in, she was never able to leave her home back in the day, never got the chance to go to school either, never learned things such as etiquettes and manners. everything she knew today ? it was all thanks to amaranthine. but still, there are still quite some she had not learned. ❝ c-come on  ! ❞ she said with a hint of excitement on her voice.

funny how her voice sounded gentle, sweet and smooth as honey around people she care about, the exact opposite of how she is whenever she was out to do her tasks. it was no secret that she does her work in the most brutal way, and it would not surprise her if people stood away nor if people looked at her with fear in their eyes, but this ?  the kindness and pleasantry they showed was still something she could not fathom. there was no way they’d feel ‘ safe ’  around her, but she was selfish and greedy enough to keep and savour the kindness and affection they show her. 

she led them both into the kitchen, placing two mugs on the counter. ❝ so, what would like ? i’ve got tea, coffee━not the best beverage to drink at night thought but still wanted to ask just in case ... um, some hot chocolate milk, or just milk ?  ❞ if her friend noticed the slight panic she was feeling, she wasn’t sure. ❝ i’ve recently got netflix too, just in case you want to watch something later on.  ❞ a grin.

[stevienick]

[maneobee]

♛┈⛧ grand theft autumn | rubee

[maneoruby]

BEE‌:

@maneoruby​

record scratch. freeze frame. yeah, that’s me. so, you’re probably wondering how i got myself into this situation. well… 

it started by accident. she swears! yeah, yeah, that’s every thief’s excuse, but who in their right mind would purposefully steal from their own gang’s assassin? 

she’d walked off with ruby’s phone. they were both at the siren, bee was a couple deep, ruby’s was the same model. bee slept on a cot in the infirmary: no need to call a lyft, or stare listlessly at twitter until she was able to fall asleep. it wasn’t until the next morning and asked someone who’s phone it was that, dun dun, she realized. danger. girl, you in danger. the phone returned to ruby that morning, through channels bee did not care to inquire more details about. 

things were fine for awhile. bee opened her windows again. but that was just what ruby wanted. oh ho, the fool she’d been played. 

“god fucking—dammit.” 

ruby knew better than to stay still and do nothing after the stunt a fellow gang of hers pulled. she was willing to shrug it off if it wasn’t as important as her phone. what if she missed an important call ? what if she was called out for another and suffer the consequence later ? and so, she made sure that if it were to happen again, she would be prepared, even if it meant she just got back from a mission. despite the exhaustion and the wound on her arm, she stayed up and hid behind the shadows with her arms crossed over her chest, in hopes that maybe her friend would decide to drop by again.

just as she suspected, the accused came in through the window and completely fell right under her trap. ❝ well, well, well... would you look at that ? ❞ she was still wearing her clothes from her mission, blood sprayed all over her body; both from a small wound she got and her defendant. her hands tainted with dried blood but she gave no regards to it. tonight, she was going to settle things once and for all with her ‘ family ’. 

one, two, three. three steps before she revealed herself. she and her venomous smile, every step slow and heavy as she walked towards the other, leaning closely to get a better look of her thief. ❝ i guess, once is not enough ? tell me... out of all people, why choose to steal from a friend ? ❞ the smile on her face immediately vanished and was replaced by a scowl, her anger slowly manifesting through her features. ❝ what was it that you’re planning to steal this time ? this makes me wonder if you’re actually a medic or just playing as one ? ❞ turning her back from the other, ruby threw off her daggers on the floor and sat by one of her couches. ❝ maybe today is the day you get to prove me that ? mind healing this wound on my arm from a previous mission ? and at least, tell me what made you think that stealing my phone was a good idea ? ❞

[maneoruby]

KITTY‌:

Music blasted in the gumiho’s ears as soon as he walked in the doors of some club he didn’t know the name of or care to know.  He was there to have fun for once not scope out potential clients or a meal. Which was why as soon as his manicured hand was stamped, Kitty sashayed his way over to the bar for the first of several rounds of hard drinks. The bartender gave him a flirty smile which he easily returned with a wink of his own. It never hurt especially when Kitty got discounted drinks afterwards. 

With his drink in hand, Kitty turned back around to survey the dance floor and what kind of crowd he was dealing with. Plenty of people were dancing, but it seemed the tables and booths were just as full. “I don’t know what I’m more impressed by, the fact this place sells decent drinks or that the music doesn’t suck. What about you?” He asked sweetly to the person on his right. 

@maneoruby​

tonight was a night of entertainment and pleasure for ruby. she had been working for the past few weeks non-stop and the number of kills she had got her feeling exhausted. her eyes scanned through the sea of people, bodies dancing along the music blasting through the club. she was eyeing for her person for the night. hopefully, they’d be enough to satisfy the longing she was feeling, she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol finally kicking in or not but either way, she promised herself she wouldn’t leave the club alone. 

it was not her to dance with anybody so she usually stayed at a booth or literally anywhere. she took a sip of her own drink. eyes averting from the crowd to the stranger talking on her side. she stared at him for a moment before looking back at the crowd. ❝ you sound like its been your first time here ? is it ? ❞ she chuckled. it was not her to talk to any stranger, it was not her to chuckle over something small, and it was because of her actions that made her believe that the alcohol did start to do its work. ❝ drinks are good, yes. ❞ a few nods. ❝ but the music ? better take advantage of it now because tomorrow, if you ever decide to come back, it won’t be as good. so, to answer your question, i may or may not be a little surprise with how good the music is. it usually sucks. ❞ she smiled before chugging down on her drink. ❝ so tell me... you here for a fun night or just here for a drink ? ❞

[maneoruby]

*ﾟ❀ two peas in a pod

━ ft. @maneokamon​

her hair had grown, she’d noticed yet she loved how black and the wave of her hair. it made sense, so much sense. she was a mermaid after all. when was the last time she’d seen herself in front of a mirror ? probably... for months. she may have forgotten to take care of herself, but regardless it had given her this chance with suriya. suriya, a friend, a family she had grown close to over the years. she still wasn’t sure how ruby ended up befriending the other but she was glad.

the two agreed to do a sleepover at her place and if she were to be honest, she had no idea how that worked. she had never had a friend back in the day and it was only when she joined amaranthine that she did. she made sure they had food though for them to enjoy. what else? she had bought a new tv, would that be enough ? she couldn’t fight the sweat on her body. was she actually nervous ? she wasn’t sure but it was... a good thing, right? she could feel, anyways.

at the sound of her doorbell, she shot up and quickly ran to meet her friend. there was an attempted smile, a shy smile towards the other and quickly gestured them to come in. boy, wasn’t she awkward. ❝ my place ain’t that big but... welcome ? ❞ was that what you say ? she wasn’t sure but she hoped it was. maybe this was the cost of her being an assassin, she had forgotten how to be nice nor warm. as if, the pleadings and begging of her victims did nothing but suck out all the good things about her, the morality she once had. 

she told herself she’d try though. she’d try to befriend people within her gang, they were her family after all.

[maneoruby]

*ﾟ❀  oh playful fate

━ ft. @maneoxchan​

she heard it. she felt it after years of being numb. she felt her heart go━sike! she kind of wished it did though but she had an agreement to stop feeling years ago and besides, after years of training and killing ? this was nothing different and was probably the easiest among all the others. she made sure to know all about the details of her prey; they weren’t somebody who could put up a fight, a piece of cake, as she would call it. 

it was dark. silence greeted her.

there was hesitation on her veins, eyes scanning the room with both of her daggers in her hands and every step was calculated. tick! tock! tick! tock! did the clock go. was it hot in here? or was it just her? she shook off the hood over her head to get a better look of her surroundings, assessing any danger that might come her way. seeing that there was none, ruby relaxed her shoulders and went further into the room, moonlight illuminating through the window and there she found her target... sitting with his body tied on to the chair that caused the quirk of her brow. no wonder she hesitated whether be it instinct or not that won’t change the fact that someone else was here. her grip on her dagger only tightened and cautiously took a step closer to her victim.

one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. still there was... nothing.

with one knee on the floor, the assassin evaluated the man in front of her before pulling off a smirk. ❝ looks like we’re not the only ones who want you dead, huh ? i wonder what you did. nevertheless, whoever did this to you made my whole job easier. ❞ she grinned and shifted her dagger on her hands. immediately standing behind him, his hair pulled back and her dagger on his neck. ❝ i’ll see you in hell. ❞

[maneoruby]

❝   instead of being AFRAID, i could become something to FEAR   ❞

━ THE CRUEL PRINCE, Holly Black (2018)

[maneoruby]

❝  the quiet, it swallows us. what's waiting around the corner. senses we cannot trust. hunted by unseen horror. shadows, they can't even reach us now. there's no speck of light that can lead us out, no. here we are in the heart of the darkness  ❞

ruby’s playlists consist of songs that reminds her of her past, to remind her of who she was, to not completely lose herself from her own rotten heart or her own demons. she’s cold but many times she was told that music or songs make you feel things so she listens to this that she relates to and somehow it does help into making her feel things. but it’s still not enough. again, it helps her though. furthermore, acquiring knowledge of what she really is... a mermaid. she wants to leave a mark and to be remembered as a legend, whether be it something bad or not. it didn’t matter considering what she does was not someone could look up to. as she often says, “if i can’t be like them then i’ll be so much worse.”

[maneoruby]

↳ SHE’S FIRE AND ICE:

no kindness remained in her. soulless was what they cold her. her eyes were nothing but an empty abyss. yet loved to fool herself, believing that maybe there’s life still left in her. a life she believed once had and the kindness she knew her mother would want for her.

ruby loves to wear dresses, skirts or literally anything that would make her wear high socks, fishnets and stuff like that. black and white clothes are the only colours that filled her closet. nothing else. white because it reminds her of her mother and she likes pretending she can still be nice or at least look like she’s a girl who could feel something. she loves cute stuff too despite her dark personality. black and edgy are usually her style though. she’s the most comfortable with it and it gives her a sense of security.

[maneoruby]

... and i finally made it ! it’s gigi and i’m so stoked to finally introduce my daughter, ruby. i’m not entirely sure of what to say for her intro but lets just say that i’m going to summarize her bio and leave a link for her wc. so if anyone wants to plot with her, just shoot me a message here on discord (   𝕘𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕟#8787  ) or maybe give this post a like ??

facts:

she’s cold ngl and pretty much quiet most of the time unless you break through her walls? well you might hear her say a word or two. kidding !  or am i ?

she’s not originally from seoul

she’s a runaway child due to her stepfather’s abuse, she couldn’t take it any longer.

her mother and younger brother are dead and her stepfather thought it was cool to fly away with another woman

she lived in the streets for months and learned how to steal in order to survive.

she did drugs and other stuff too.

she never really knew she was a mermaid, the information was kept a secret from her until she was found by a member from amaranthine and explained everything to her.

if you guys want to get to know her more, click here for her bio and as for her wanted connections, it’ll be found here