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How long did it take you to find that pic 😂

Coincidence? I think not

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Added some new songs❤

Ruby's Playlist

https://open.spotify.com/user/liamausmia/playlist/7b6Fw9dMEYjfokPhkq0TrD

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(and now I am homeless - how things can change)

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It’s the end of an era It’s the final goodbye I never thought this day would come But oh how wrong was I We’re saying goodbye He has your heart But you still have mine I guess we’ll live life apart I thought our love would last But I guess I thought wrong For you did not think like me But I’m going to stay strong We’re moving on You with him And me on my own I guess our chances we’re slim I love you still I just want you to know That you’ll always have a place with me I’ll always say hello It’s been a while Do you think we’ll last as friends Or will we grow apart like we’ve never been Do you think one day we’ll make amends I said I’m sorry I said we’ll be okay I guess I was lying But I only wish you could stay I wish we were okay I wish you still loved me And we were still together today I wish I was still carefree But I know you don’t love me And I couldn’t wish you to stay In a place that you hate This is just a damn cliche We’re not friends I don’t think we’ll ever be again Because my fucking feelings I guess I can’t complain

It’s the end of an era (I wish it wasn’t)

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The Children Story Writing Awards

Hosted by: @ruby-stones and @ladykatdempsey (ooc)

We saw the opportunity to spread some love and awareness for the hard work you guys are doing and the wonderful creations you can come up with, and took it. So here you go. The first ever illean children story writing Awards.

Best Feminism Story: @ladykatdempsey - You know why it love it that much. Breaking way too many stereotypes and spreading an important message. Fear is okay.

Best Quotable: @devonmuerner - Pretty sure it’s obvious why you received this award ;)

This is what I’ll tell me kids: @debbieker - Obviously we both adore your story and I just love how you created and entire new “legend” based on the universe.

You have ruined my life: @isabellafaulkner - I literally cried, you hurt my soul and that’s why you deserve that award.

Best references: @theiahuntley - Pretty obvious as well. I don’t know how you did that but it’s amazing how many fairy tales you referenced. And I laughed way to hard about the potato and sweet potato rivalry.

Animal character melted my heart away: @annelise-newstone - The Dino is way to cute, I can’t.

Two for the price of one: @evadne-leventhorpe - You just wrote not one story, you wrote two. And that deserves it’s own special award.

Best sidekick: @finleygansey - Mrs. Whale was way to adorable not to be mentioned.

Rule breaker story maker: @jynsongxvii - We all know how hard graduation is and you still managed to write a ‘2.5 Challenge’ , so here is your award.

Emotional wreck award: @ariciaeast - You wrecked both of our hearts and the story was so well incorporated with the over all story line of your fic. Hats up for that!

Best invisible story: This award is handed to 4 lovely ladies who not managed to fulfill this challenge but still always give their best, so here you go. @melodynolan @lady-fiona-rossi and @emmalynatwood @berklee-boyer this is for you.

Still bitter I couldn’t use my “Thicc honey love award” because no one wrote a love story.

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Elimination Fic - Throw me a lifeline

Anything that is beautiful, people want to break.

The stars are still shining and planet earth is still turning, but the life I gave everything up for, is falling apart right in front of my eyes. And I stand here on the bridge of loneliness, shivering at the thought that my glamorous life may be over. I am on my own now. The possibility of love just shattered moments ago, leaving me numb to the core, unable to breath. What shall I do now? Everything I knew, which was so familiar and kept me safe my entire life, I dumped away for the opportunity of a life time and jumped into the ice cold water, but never learned how to swim. How won’t I drown without being able to swim, you may ask? Well, you’ve got to grip onto something floating. Someone who is keeping you alive. And right now I find myself in a deep wide ocean with no one to hold onto.

My tender body violently shakes as I walk down the flight of stairs leading down to the grande entrance hall. Setting one foot after another, trying not to fall down the stairs just like I did on the day I arrived. Just weeks ago this palace seemed to be the answer to all of my hopes and dreams and now it’s just a cold, still unknown place to a figure without any importance, like me. My maids are silently shuffling behind me, carrying my heavy luggage with heartbreaking tears wetting their delicate faces. Even Aurelia is shedding glassy tears which silently drop onto her newly bought uniform, creating unsettling patterns on her white blouse (…) and we haven’t even had the chance to say our goodbyes yet. Pairs of high heels leave a distant hollow sound on the wooden flooring, making it sound more like a funeral then a trip home. Although I am not aware of what “home” is anymore. My eyes wander across the simple decorations hung up on these otherwise naked walls, remembering all these lonely nights I walked through these halls, still hearing the distant laugher from the other selected while throwing countless sleepovers and breakfast party’s.

With Zuzu’s golden cage in one hand and Lola’s leash in the other I stalk to the golden gate, keeping my head high as I walk to the dark shiny car, waiting at the entrance to ride me to my new destination. Gently I put down Zuzu’s cage and hand the kind looking driver Lola’s leash before turning around and facing my maids who are starring at me with puffy faces waiting for my goodbyes. I take a deep breath and a genuinely sad smile appears on my face, trying not to break down under the pressure this evening has put me through. I barely even get a word out before the quietest of them all, Radia, pulls me into a deep hug. A single tear falls down my face and lands onto her exposed neck; tightly gripping at her cloths as I feel the numbness spreading trough my veins. My chest keeps getting tighter and tighter, but the maids simple touch is a reminder of the joyful moments and the unconditional love some people still bear in their soul, and keeps my shaking body from collapsing. With one last smile I turn around and only get out a breathy “Thank you” before Aurelia and Luna go in for a hug as well, both of them crying at my unstable figure, holding me with their shaking fingers, gracing my hair one last time. “Take care”, Aurelia whispers, her hands still resting on my bare arms as she takes a step back. A worried face opposite of mine, studying my complexion while I fiddle with a small note in my left hand, before taking of my golden ring with a large ruby inside, a present from the past I don’t need anymore. I simply nod before asking with an anxious voice crack, still viewing the gap on my finger where the ring used to be: “Could you please give that ring of mine and this letter to Lady Aricia? I hope it can give her some closure. (…) And you guys”, I gesture to all three of them, “Please take care of yourselves as well. I am so thankful that you have shown me what true kindness looks like. You all have embodied it in such different ways, it’s unbelievable how different you are and still share the same values and love. Please never lose your bright smiles and kindness for others.” I take Luna’s hand, whispering: “Please don’t worry about me, I will be fine.“ With one last smile I turn around, not looking back at these wonderful people I just had to cut out of my life, while their silhouettes still cry in the midday sun.

I take a deep breath as the heavy door closes behind me. The hollow sound vibrates through my numb skull, emptiness sinks down to my stomach. A pair of eyes study my shaking silhouette, waiting for an approval to ride me home. But I won’t go back home, I can’t. Mother won’t take me back without a husband by my side and to be honest I don’t know if I am ready to go back into this toxic place I am supposed to call “home”. But where shall I go? My view keeps wandering around, closely watching the world outside this narrowing car. My maids already left, they got no time to grief. Their world keeps spinning, even though I am not around anymore. They got new tasks to fulfil, new mistresses to please, without ever seeing me again. Neither will I see my parents again, I am not sure if I even want to, but the fact that they kicked me out means that I am homeless from now on. I was supposed to live life as a glamours two, maybe even become a one by marring a prince, but now my life keeps falling apart and in less than a month I’ll be officially be an eight without any chance for a better future ahead. My hands start shaking as I rub my neck, trying to process that sudden realisation. I will have to live on the streets (…). Tears stream down my face, expressing emotions I am not capable of expressing any other way. I got no one left. I am on my own from now on, without any clue how I shall survive the next weeks.

Shadows of distant memories creep up on the side of the car, trying to drown me in grief for the moments I once felt so alive. The countless nights filled with silent giggles, along side my trusted maids. Or the one time I tried to be bold and shine like a subtle stat, along side my not so kind trouble buddy Kat. The countless runs I’ve had with Lady Finley or the unforgettable evenings with Lady Aricia. I never realised how much those simple encounters meant until I had to say goodbye to all the future ones.

A silent sob rips trough the clouded air as I closely hold my knees to my vibrating chest. The man in the frontseat slowly turns around, waiting for the right moment to raise his tender voice. I am pretty sure that I’ve never felt this vulnerable in my entire life. Gently I let head sink onto my knees, holding together everything I’ve got left. I pick up on Lola shuffling around in the luggage space, calming down my beating heart. Softly I let out another shaky breath before I sit upright again and face the stranger with the handsome eyes. Keep yourself together, Ruby. “Are you ready to go home?”, he asks in a soft voice, trying not to scare me. “I won’t go home”, I state, desperately trying to stop my voice from shaking. He studies my expression with narrowed brows, sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you sure you don’t want to (…)”, he slightly starts to argue before I cut him off. “I am very sure. Thank you very much.” I turn around facing the window again, wondering were I should go to. I pick up on a slight cough before the young man picks up his raspberry voice again: “So ehhmm… Where shall I take you then if it isn’t home?” I let that question sink in, still not knowing the answer to that or any of my own questions. “Take me to quietest part of Angels”, I state before buckling up the seatbelt. With a slight nod from his side and a smooth rotation of the wheel, he starts driving the white mustang trough the empty courtyard. Trees illuminated by the blinding afternoon sun grace the subtle path leading out of the palace walls into the guarded streets of Illéa. Images of forgotten days and memories flash by, the much needed silence in the car giving my head time to rest. Biting at my wet and still swollen lip, keeps my throat from creating unnecessary sobs deep down in my tightened chest. I close my eyes, softly massaging my temples as I try not to think at all. Emptying my brain from it’s chaotic thoughts should be my only goal for this evening.

Nearly half an hour later the driver, who I’ve been studying closely nearly the entire ride instead of focusing on my own problems, pulls up next to a small park and switches off the silent motor, before studying me in the mirror; brows furrowed and a worried expression on his face. “We are here”, he simply announces with a slight raise of his voice, probably an attempt at bringing back my long gone conscious mind. “I can see that”, I state, opening the door and stepping outside on slighlty shacky feet, nearly tripping over. Luckily a fast hand grabs my cold arm before I can hit the ground, it’s owner whispering slightly something along the lines of “Ohh dear” before finally letting me. I take a step back and turn around in a tender half pirouette, slightly rubbing my arm, before slowly stalking towards the trunk without a word by my side. I open the door and am greeted by a cheerful little puppy and a not so bright bird inside. With a small smile gracing my fragile complexion, I pick up Zuzu’s cage and whistle for Lola to follow me. Soon after I can hear her joyfully panting beside me as I face the driver again, expressing my gratitude and leaving without waiting for his polite answer.

The desinger heels on my feet and the shiny luggage in my hand look so out of place against the bright green grass and the dark boles of the old trees lining the path infront of me. The last ray of sunshine light up the tips of treetops and and illuminate the otherwise dark park. Next to a large weeping willow a small bench found it’s place, surrounded by the most beautiful flowers on the pasture. Silent tears just poor down my face, without a reason at all. Or maybe there is a reason, maybe even multiple reason my brain just can’t pick up on. With steady steps I make may way to the silent place I spotted moments ago and try to calm down my heavy breathing. Realisation sets in as I sit down onto the wooden bench. I am homeless. Another silent tear settles down onto my handmade dark blue dress as my hands start to shake. A cold wind passes me by and a shiver runs down my spine, the floot of tears just insulates as a soft ringing disrupts the silence around me. With a soft sniffle I get my new phone, which my lovely maids arranged for me this evening, out of my suitcase and silently answer the call.

“Hello?”, I state a bit confused, not awaiting a call so soon. “Hey, Ruby. How are you?”, a breathy voice asks from the other side without waiting for an other word of mine. It must be Aricia. I try to silent a sob bubbling up my throat before answering: “I am fine Aricia, thanks for asking. How are you my dear? (…) And why are you calling so late at night?” The last bits of sunshine have already disappeared, cooling down the now dark meadow and sending down countless shivers and goosebumps down my body. What would I give for a warm jacket. “I’m ok… And as for why im calling so late… I wasnt able to sleep. I havent been able to sleep properly for the past couple of days”, she states with a deep sigh. Even through the phone I can imagine her sitting on her bed, her eyes furrowed and a sad smile gracing her coloured lips. “Is everything alright? Do you know what is causing you trouble to sleep?”

“Yeah, but the weight of everything is just resting heavy on my shoulders. About my lack of sleep… Its just nightmares, nothing big. Anyways”, she takes a deep breath, probably desperately trying to change the subject, “What are you up to now? Any plans?” Ohh no. Please don’t. “I am trying to find a place to stay for a night and figure out where my… Euhmm journey will take me from now on. I decided to not go back home to my parents, I mean they won’t take me in either way but I’d still rather be in their company than feel that lonely as I do”, I attempt to state without admitting my full situation, clearly sweating at the uncomfortable change of topic. “Ahh, i see. I wish you the best of luck!” “Thank you….”, I answer followed by an awkward silence on both sides. “So…”, Aricia voices while laughing a bit. “How is everything going in the palace? I’ve heard the Prince announced his favorites in the newest report. That’s at least, what people say…”, I try to keep the conversation flowing with my lack of social skills. “Yeah, he did. It was on fridays report. And everything in the palace is swell as usual, though i feel that something bad is going to happen… But its probably just me going crazy”, she sighs obviously over thinking her situation. I try to clam her down, attempting to eliminate her fears: “Honey, don’t worry that much. I am sure it will be fine in the end.” “I hope so.” A barking behind me disrupts the rocky conversation. “Shhhh lola, I am talking to Aricia, our friend, do you remember her? … Of course you do, what a good girl you are.” I cough a bit, realising I an still on the phone with Lady Aricia. “Hi lola!! is it time for you to feed her or something?”, she asks laughing at our ridiculous behavior. “She already had dinner but apparently she saw a rabbit running by and probably wanted to play with it”, I laugh as well, trying to cover up that blunt lie of mine, felling guilty about not being able to provide food for my little friend. “That sounds like our Lola”, she states with a chuckle, probably smiling to herself. “It does indeed”, I laugh along before hearing a group of drunk men enter the park, “I should probably go to sleep, I have big day ahead tomorrow”, I finish my statement with an other lie, while closely watching the loud silhouettes coming nearer. “Yeah, you should. Goodnight Rubes! Sleep tight! Remember that I’m here for you if you need anything!” “Thank you Aricia. I hope you can get some rest as well! I’ll talk to you soon”, I say, smiling gratefully, a welcoming warmth settling in, which I haven’t felt for quiet some time. The loud voices don’t bother me anymore, I can finally breath again, because I feel safe, thanks to her. “Alright, sweet dreams Ruby”, she says before hanging up on me. The warmth still keeping the goosebumps away.

As the night progresses and the temperature falls, I cuddle up with a blanket of mine (which Aurelia thankfully packed just in case) and Lola by my side on the wooden bench. I may not be counting sheeps tonight but counting stars seems to be a nice option lying under the glowing firmament. And as I lay here, warmth is still radiating of my chest where just hours ago darkness claimed it’s place, leaving me hopeless and cold inside. Just remembering the conversation with Aricia, it’s giving me strength to continue my journey on my own, not giving up just yet. And maybe the ocean isn’t as lonely as it seems to be.

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((I am hardcore shipping ahhhh))

((rubricia - sorry Kat that I fucked up😂💕))

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?ruby hates it, so aricia (naturally) does it specifically to annoy her. there are usually excessive winking emotions ;)))

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie? ruby cries over cinderella (“she’s so nice! she deserves better!”

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave? aricia, trying to heat up leftovers, made the mistake of leaving the fork in the container (that was the loudest aricia has ever heard ruby scream in her life)

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing? aricia, being adorable, likes to do it when she gets home. the first time, ruby thought they were being robbed.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner? ruby does all the time. she’s eternally freezing, and aricia is like a human space heater.

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon? aricia got way too obsessed with Big Brother and marathoned every season (and cried over it)

Who laughs more during sex? ruby did the first time, but aricia does every time. it got on ruby’s nerves at first, but now she thinks its adorable.

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? ARICIA ALL THE WAY. she loves being cuddled and they fit together so well. the one bad things is ruby constantly getting hair in her mouth.

((i got way to into this but i love them aw))

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Piep piep

Omg 😨 Zuzu is that you?

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((same))

Are you afraid of anything?

Death.

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I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted; I tried.

M (via meganmarieparkx)

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Dwayne Renan Moodboard

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Face reveal

Ey my lovely fellows. It’s your German homie Pia, @dreamyunicorngirl who failed last time as @sophiaravensfromillea. I kind of stole that idea from @calistapledger but who cares. I am sitting in a car waiting for my parents to get back so I am doing that kind of spontaneously. And btw I am actually planning on continuing Ruby’s story. And if you want to see more of my beautiful face, follow me on instagram @piaa.br ;)

Btw I am Phantom and Phan trash, you should be aware of that before following my main tumblr. I also have some diary/ poetry sideblogs, hit me up if you want to follow them.

P.S. I own snapchat - don't really want to post that name online but if you want to snap me, just tell me and I'll give you my username.

Much love from your favourite bird, Pianut ❤❤

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Can't escape the shipping, trouble buddy ;)

Who do you ship with Ruby?

Kat

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Challenge 3 - The Date

What the eyes see and the ears hear, is what the mind believes.

Mother & Father,

I’ll probaby never send you this, just some basic standard letter about how good I’ve been and false updates on my work out progress - nothing thrilling, but somehow I just wanted to let you know what really happened.

In the past few weeks I’ve learned more about life and love than in the 18 years I have lived on this planet. This place, this oddly familiar place, has taught me so much more than you ever could. The people around me have shown me how to be kind, truly kind and taught me how to trust them. For the first time I experienced true consequences of my actions and rude behavior; that alcohol isn’t a liquid to be consumed like water and what loneliness can do to people. Love doesn’t grow on trees and you have to earn your trust. I am still working on myself and finding new aspects of my true being which I’ve never considered to be there. But all in all I am living and learning about life at it’s fullest.

So far I’ve had the pleasure of meeting my very first friend, Lady Aricia. She is everything and more I aspire to be, she has a similar past to mine but a much brighter future ahead. And there’s Prince Dominic, the royal sweetheart with the lovely eyes. I still haven’t figured out why he is still keeping me here, but he must have seen something not all to bad, at least that’s what I hope. I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I am one of his favorite girls to be around. I mean how could I be? That silly girl who barely knows anything about life and has zero knowledge of basic communication and relationships. Either way I am just grateful to have been given a second chance and will try to make the most of it.

And yesterday? Yesterday was my first date, ever. Could you imagine that father? Your little babygirl on her first date. I mean you have already disapproved of him without even getting to know him, but that’s fine by me, as long as I am certain that he could be the one, I’ll keep on trying. I decided to bake chocolate cake with him - please don’t kill me mother -, probably not my brightest idea but it was very lovely. And considering the fact that neither of us have really baked before, we did a great job. No one was hurt or died of food poisoning which should be considered a success. I actually enjoyed the process of baking, never thought I could be that easy putting random ingredients together and mysteriously creating something edible. Though I spilled a bit of flour, I didn’t ruin the kitchen and the cake was still very delicious.

And my cooking assistant? He looked so wrong yet so skilled in the kitchen, without a clue he was so secure in his actions. But there was always that ice cold distance. For the first few weeks I didn’t know if the ice prince was a simple act or a part of his personality, but now I am certain that it’s his protection. I should be the one to know that letting down your guard isn’t that easy, but being open with nearly every person? - Impossible. Sometimes the image cracks and I get a glimpse of what lays behind that facade but if he isn’t ready to show me his true being - I shouldn’t be the one to push him. I’ll wait and see what he presents himself to be and gather all my strength to not get hurt during that process.

Ohh, Dad, what would I give for your support right now. Just knowing that you would totally stand behind me, supporting me in every decision I make and maybe even give useful advice. Sometimes I lay in my bed and wonder if I should call you, wonder what it would be like - you giving me advice on how to survive this, how to pretend to be happy even though you’re dying inside. Sometimes I imagine mom and I would be closer, that you both wouldn’t be that hard on me and I could just call her and ask her how to seduce a prince. Giggling with her, hearing you shuffling around in the background and plotting future dates. What would I give for a picture perfect family…

I just wish you could be the parents I crave you to be.

Love, Rubes

Tears stream down my face as I crumble up the letter in front of me, locking away all demons inside my brain.

Mentions of @domschreave and @ariciaeast