And there she goes

Full time dreamer.

[rubypeterson]

The sound of rain was loud against the metal of the fire escape. Sitting securely in the open window above it was Ruby with one hand curled around a coffee mug that contained peppermint tea. Her hair was loosely piled at the base of her neck and her free hand was out the window, extended just enough to be able to catch the droplets at her fingertips. Her expression was soft, eyes wide and lips upturned in a dreamy smile as she watched the rain come down. She could pretend that it was washing away all of the negative energy surrounding the city the last year. All of the turmoil everyone had gone through. It was over now, the supernatural community back to a semblance of peace.

Behind her, she could hear the occasional snippet of dialogue from the television An arthouse film, she couldn’t remember which one. She doubted Ramsey would either, sometimes something was just put on for background noise or aesthetic. A brief but powerful burst of inspiration. Her attention turned from the rain outside and into the apartment’s living room. The lamp in the corner emitted a soft glow, Foster was a small black lump contrasting her white couch, and then there she was. In almost the middle of the room on the floor where they’d pushed the coffee table aside, with a sketchbook in front of her and a set of charcoals beside it, was Ramsey.

She could see her in profile. Sharp jawline, pixie nose, prominent cheekbones and brows just slightly furrowed in concentration. Just the sight of her caused her lips to pull into a softer smile. “What are you working on?” She took a sip from her tea, let a bare leg fall from the window to brush along the inside wall, her polish chipped toes pointed to just graze against the hardwood floor. @hunter-haller

[bimbogollum]

[melodyhansen]

[rubypeterson]

@hunter-haller

[rubypeterson]

“This one is particularly pretty.” The wildflowers were finally about to bloom, some just barely peeking from their buds. Ruby knelt down beside a patch of them along the path, not paying much mind to her dress being dirtied in the process. The blooms were a soft purple and her fingers brushed against them as her brow furrowed and they perked up just a bit more on their stems. Pleased, she smiled softly back up at her companion before straightening up and brushing her hands idly against her skirts, she was quick to take Ramsey’s arm in the bend of hers. “Wonder if the river is still frozen. Shall we go see?” @hunter-haller

[rubypeterson]

everettupshall‌:

He sat down, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He smiled in her direction, laughter in his eyes as he watched her reaction. Everett was flattered that she liked to draw him. He was a little uncomfortable as he always was in the spotlight. “The sketchbook gave it away,” he admitted. “Do you often sketch the same people twice or is this a big honor?” He thought she was very talented, and that the first one was very good. He’d never succeeded in becoming talented in the arts, and he admired that she had. “The last one was pretty good. It might be hard to top.” He peered at her sketchbook. “It’s amazing! It could be a photograph.” 

Still embarrassed, all Ruby could do was kind of nod and try not to just figuratively curl up into a ball and die. He seemed alright about the whole thing though. “Thanks. Um, not really? This is just kind of a nice coincidence.” That you’re not really weirded out right now. “It’s always just kind of random warm ups before I head in for work but um, I was determined this time. I don’t think I did you justice last time.” It was more than just posture, it was the eyes and the expression that allowed you to capture somebody on paper. There’d been times she’d avoided people’s faces completely. Further back in her sketchbook she had faceless parkgoers and bar patrons because she didn’t think she could get the essence of the person down as just a bystander, it didn’t feel right. But she remembered him, his kind of rugged softness.

[rubypeterson]

blccksheep‌:

Ozzie hummed once the idea was first presented. Weaponizing some potions. He couldn’t quite see how that would work, which brought his eyes to a squint at first, as she rambled on for the moment. “Wait, so how will this be?” He leaned forward, interested. “A potion turned weapon? So is it gonna be like throwing a water balloon on someone, except deadly?” His head shook quickly when she acted dismissive towards her own idea. “No, no, I like it. I really like it. I think extreme is what we need. I’ll test out whatever you want me to.”

“Yeah, yeah exactly.” Eyes big, Ruby nodded quickly to affirm the statement, nervousness thrown to the wind at the sound of his reasoning. “Like, bottling a spell.” She was talking with her hands, both of them held a foot apart and parallel to each other. “A flash of light or a a fireball kind of thing. Figured the light thing could be useful to get away quick.” Which was something that would have come in handy for her and Ramsey that night. Whatever she could do to escape violence first, she was gonna try it. She felt more prepared for that kind of altercation now but that didn’t mean she wanted to put herself in harm’s way again. “Bottle breaks and then there it is. Figured it’d help if I overwork myself or if someone else needs to use magic that doesn’t have it.”

[rubypeterson]

kaseyxreid‌:

Kasey looked up at Ruby, trying not to laugh, “You like jellybeans, too? They taste disgusting.” The phoenix made a face, instead picking up the colored M&M’s, “These…these are where it’s at. Are you always where the sweet stuff is?”

M&M guy, maybe he was just into the classics. She wondered if he was one of those people who liked Peeps. “Are you talking about the candy or yourself? Because I think we both know you’re a bit on the sour side.” The smile that spread across her lips was sly as she looked over the rest of the candy. He was onto something with the M&M’s, she could get some for the office. “I like junk food. This place isn’t far from job number two.” She gave a shrug of her shoulders before reaching to grab some of the pastel colored shelled chocolates. “You still haven’t found a better liquor place?”

[rubypeterson]

allglasseverything‌:

Without hesitation, the witch stood and moved around Elodie to take steps to ensure no one would interrupt them. That sort of trust or desire to make her feel safe brought a small smile to the basilisk’s lips as she watched her, suddenly that much fonder of the woman for the effort. “Nothings’s wrong–” she said, eyebrows arching briefly as her hazel eyes turned to stare at the floor for a moment before she lifted her gaze to meet the other’s. “I just– I need–” A nervous sigh pushed past her lips and she began to shrug off her leather jacket, revealing a simple black tank top underneath it. Despite the warmth of the tattoo parlor, a chill crossed the woman’s skin and she shivered against it; she wore this to make things easier, but it left her feeling uncomfortably cold. 

“I need this fixed by someone supernatural,” she said finally. Jacket gone from her shoulders, she now showed the damaged part of one of her colorful tattoo sleeves, a jagged void of ink in the shape of what once was a terrible injury healed by means beyond the mundane. Magic closed the wound, but it took the ink with it. “An-and I’m not, um, sick or anything but– um–” Nerves began to take hold and the blonde shifted from foot to foot. Explaining this without revealing her true nature probably wouldn’t work in the end, but she held onto that scrap of secrecy with a white-knuckled sort of fervor. “M-my blood is dangerous to you,” she said finally.

Ruby let out a soft gasp at the sight of the mangled ink before frowning. Averting her gaze, she locked the door and gave a slight nod in understanding. This certainly wasn’t how she was planning on spending the rest of her evening, but she was helpful by nature and she couldn’t just turn Elodie away. Turning away from the door, she stepped closer to the other blonde, eyes taking in mangled ink. It was about more than just a tattoo, this was something that had been important enough to become part of her that’d been disturbed. She’d dealt with scars before, but hearing about the particularity of her blood...No, she wasn’t about to ask questions. This was a safe space, she wasn’t about to pry. And if Elodie wanted to harm her, she doubted she’d have waited this long to do so. “I can um….” Trailing off, she looked around the shop, rested her hands on her hips. “Here, have a seat.” She nodded towards the leather couch in the waiting area, figured there was no use in cramming in her space if no one else was around.

“Was this done by magical means?” She called over her shoulder, making her way to her space to fetch one of her sketchbooks and couple of pens. “The injury, I mean.” Returning, she stood in front of the couch, chewed at the inside of her cheek as she uncapped her pen.”I just don’t want any lingering energy, I doubt either of us need that in our lives.” 

[rubypeterson]

blccksheep‌:

Ozzie lifted his eyes at the question, looking up from his phone where he’d been searching for a picture he’d saved of some tattoo idea he had. Every time they met up it’d be a miracle if he didn’t walk out with an appointment scheduled, after all. “What? Yeah, of course. Shoot,” he nodded, brows furrowing as he noticed the look on his friend’s face. They’ve had some tough conversations in the past, as well as incredibly silly ones, so it was hard to sense where this one was going.

“So I wanna weaponize some potions.” Short and to the point. She clasped her hands in front of her on the table to keep from tapping her fingers nervously on its surface. “I brought this up to a close friend of mine and it’s something I’ve been working on, but I’m not sure how useful they’re gonna be and while she’s…” Rambling, she was talking at him. Trailing off, she offered a sheepish smile from under her lashes and unclasped her hands to reach to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “She’s not really in the field anymore and I trust her completely, but I figure I’d get some more opinions and maybe, if you wanted to test one out…?” Back to practically eating the inside of her cheek, she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. “Maybe that’s a little extreme.”

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

anyway, *daydreams*

[rubypeterson]

“Can I run an idea by you?” She trusted his judgement and these ideas weren’t doing anything just buzzing around in her head all day. Trying to support Ramsey had made her realize she needed to be a lot more offensive. Magic wasn’t everything and even then, she felt like she wasn’t utilizing it in the best way yet. Ozzie was a good void to shout into and between clients she’d asked if he could meet for coffee and whatever baked good she felt like. Ruby’s thumb tapped against the handle of her travel coffee mug as she looked across the table at him, teeth gnawing at her lower lip in thought. @blccksheep

[watson-emma]

Caroline Forbes [best underrated scenes] ♔ 11 / ∞

[rubypeterson]

“Fancy seeing you here.” Same place, relatively same time of day. There weren’t any bags of candy corn to go through this time. In place of that was the small section of seasonal Easter candy. It didn’t take Ruby any time at all to go straight for the jellybeans. There he was again, no doubt displeased by the liquor selection. @kaseyxreid

[rubypeterson]

everettupshall‌:

Everett sat on the bench, catching his breath from his run. He preferred running outside to going to the gym. While it wasn’t necessarily warm, it felt better than previous days, and that was all he needed to workout outside. He missed the scenery from Colorado but the park wasn’t so bad. He looked up, about to go stretch when he saw the woman sitting on the bench opposite him. He looked away, trying to look at her without staring. Everett knew he knew her from somewhere and was puzzling over how he knew her. It clicked in his head, the sketchbook giving it away. He looked back at her and gave her a small wave, unsure if she recognized him. He got up and walked over to the bench she was on. “Do you mind if I sit here?” He pointed at the spot next to her. 

Oh. Oh this was awkward. Blinking, Ruby looked from the sketchbook up at him slowly, cheeks tinted pink. She opened her mouth only to close it and nod maybe a little too enthusiastically. Oh he remembered, she knew it. Scooting over a little and pulling her bag along the bench with her, she let out a light laugh at her own expense. “Caught me, huh? Can’t say I was being discreet.” Ducking her head down to look back at her sketch, she shifted a bit before motioning to the page with her pencil. “I’d like to think this is a better one than last time, at least.”

[rubypeterson]

allglasseverything‌:

Despite the slight rise in temperature outside, Elodie still practically shivered under her leather jacket as she entered the tattoo parlor, pleased to discover the building itself was as warm as she remembered. Instead of shedding her jacket immediately, however, she shoved her hands into the pocket of her jeans and raised her shoulders slightly as though in a shrug. This was foolish and potentially dangerous for both of them, but seeing the ugly gap in her tattoo every time she looked at it in a mirror made her heart ache in the strangest way, and so she finally gathered the courage to visit the only supernatural tattoo artist she knew.

“Um… kinda,” she said with a dry, uncomfortable laugh as her eyes flicked around the otherwise quiet room. “Is there anyone else here? Are we alone?” she asked.

Ruby’s smile gave way to a puzzled expression as her brows furrowed. “Yes, my boss left an hour ago and the other artist that we have is in like every other day.” Standing up from the desk chair, she moved around it and promptly made her way past Elodie to the door. Flipping the neon sign to closed she looked over her shoulder at the other blonde. It was nearing the end of the day anyways, she’d been sitting around sketching and rearranging her desk decor. And it wasn’t like it was uncommon for her to kind of close things down if something was supernatural in nature or was a particularly large piece. “Is everything alright? I can lock up if it makes you feel better.”

[rubypeterson]

lccxnda‌:

It was a relief in itself, to have someone who didn’t seem to hate her for leaving, then again, she supposed Lucinda’s presence didn’t so readily equate to some sense of relief to Ruby as it might have for Teddy or Julian. Either way, it was a weight from her shoulders. “I’ve been..— good. I thought leaving might have been a little more difficult than it was, but .. spending time with my brother helped I think.” Even if she’d had to pry herself from the claws of New York to do it. Mentioning the endless nights of pain, discomfort and confusion didn’t feel right, not here or now. Not with someone willing to treat this as naturally as possible. Hues lit up, however, with conversation switching to her life long love of fashion. “Oh, unacceptable. You’re going to have to show me what you’ve been working with so I can make sure the next one is perfect.”

That was the relieving thing, that Lucinda had taken time away from the city, that she hadn’t been around when things had only gotten worse. In a away, it was both a blessing and a curse that she was back. Things weren’t getting better and she supposed she’d rather fondly miss her than worry she wasn’t safe. “I’m sure something will come up soon and you can save me from sad beading and the ‘formal’ section of Forever21.” It didn’t matter if she was joking, thinking deeper on it, Ruby knew spring was around the corner. Something was bound to come up soon. “Are you planning on sticking around?”

[rubypeterson]

teddy-antonov‌:

“Me? Nah,” he shrugged a bit, scuffing a boot on the concrete, “kinda wasn’t really feeling the whole New Year thing.” The celebration. The resolutions. The relationships. The friendships. He practically had none of that last year and, for the first time, hadn’t felt like faking it with a bunch of drunk assholes, (of which he’d probably be one but still). “and I’ve been to my share of botched parties to last a lifetime.” It wasn’t necessary to add but…he felt like he should so she didn’t think he was just some asshole who was too cool to celebrate the New Year. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t mind someone thinking so little of him but the thought bothered him enough to tack that on the end. “Helped some friends out with” Teddy waved his hand, as if saying magic without uttering the words before changing the topic again. He shook his head and ruffled his hair absentmindedly, “uh…look, I was just gonna grab food…. if you’re hungry?” Again, an unnecessary add on but he didn’t think it could possibly hurt and if it turned out that Ruby was not, in fact hungry, well, they’d probably never see each other again. The city was good for things like that. Disappearing. Teddy had done it all year. Disappeared from himself and everyone else around him. 

Looking from the other witch to the street as she took a drag from her cigarette, she gave a slow nod. She didn’t have anywhere to be, this was another witch, and an interesting one at that. Safe too, he’d helped her once, he wouldn’t have if he intended any harm. “Yeah, food sounds great.”

*

Fifteen minutes later, a basket of fries in front of her, Ruby looked across at Teddy after setting the saltshaker back on the table. “So no acting and no parties lately. What do you?” It was polite fishing as she reached for the bottle of ketchup at the end of the table and shook it gently. A slight smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she popped the cap on the bottle and squirted some ketchup into the corner of the fry basket. “Besides stay safe.” At least after that last mishap.