#scarlettxruby

[ephrampettaline]

i floated out of here | ruby & ephram

“Your unlucky day, Deputy Devereaux!”

Unlike pretty much everybody else at the SBSD, Ephram had still not tired of this ‘joke’ he made whenever he was beginning a day’s work with whatever Deputy he was paired with for that shift. Everybody ignored him, which did nothing to dent his enthusiasm as he filled his travel mug and ate an oatmeal-raisin cookie in two wolfing bites, grabbing another two for the road as he met Ruby at the door to the station. 

Freddie told him so often enough, and his own love for the job made it doubly true: Ephram was meant to be a small town sheriff. He threw himself not only into the work itself, but the philosophy around it, the persona to match, all of it, especially in the town he loved so dearly. And he took in some deep, glad breaths of the bracing winter air as they walked out to the jeep together, Ruby holding the list of incident reports they were to look into and follow up on.

“There’s that snatch-and-grab thing what’s been going on for the past week, right? At the top of the roster?” Ephram sipped his coffee and slid behind the wheel. “Mighty bold of the robber to go bare-faced in daylight, I tell you that much. Any fairies or whatnot able to say if it’s a glamour, and that’s why the robber don’t bother with concealing their identity?” Dispatch would be sending them some surveillance footage of the perp soon enough, but Ruby and Ephram had decided to start their shift running intstead of lingering at the station for it.

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[thisdaringdanny]

Papers and Patrol || Ruby&Danny

[ TEXT ]: Hope you’re doing okay, love. [ TEXT ]: Keep missing you at work, especially because I’ve been out on patrol more lately. [ TEXT ]: I was speaking at the school though and a bunch of kids had these. [ IMG ] [ TEXT ]: They said one of the older kids was giving them out. [ TEXT ]: Have you seen any around?

@scarlettxruby

[theberrybugle]

How likely is it that this 'buddy system' will become an entourage system for Bellamy?

Who from the SBSD would she want as part of her entourage, though? The choices are slim pickings indeed:

flaccid fairy

drunk wolf 

narcoleptic fairy

ephram

She’d be better off taking a spiral-cut ham with her on her strolls through town. 

@thisbrutalbelle, @thisdaringdanny, @scarlettxruby, @alessafalling, @ephrampettaline

[callmedaisy-blog1]

More Than a Home//Daisy & Ruby

@scarlettxruby

txt: Hi. I’m glad you found a good place. Dani is amazing. And Ephram’s right. If someone’s looking for a runaway, a half-way house is a good target. I’m sorry I didn’t think of that before.

txt: Thank you for letting me know though. And you’re welcome.

txt: You know you can come by anytime I’m there right?

[TXT] Don’t worry about it. I didn’t think of it either. Besides if you hadn’t given me a place to stay I probably would’ve been living out of that rental. 

[TXT] Yeah, thanks

[TXT] Is Sheriff Petaline feeling any better? 

[shivonnehauser-blog]

Dish Soap || Shivonne / Ruby

@scarlettxruby

It had been a very long couple of days, but Shivonne finally had a moment where she could feel normal. Well, at least as normal as she could while she still had stuff to do. She couldn’t remember the last time she showered, the house was a mess that she couldn’t find the energy to tidy up and the only thing in the house to eat was instant noodles and a few slices of bread that were an odd shade of blue. 

She took her beat up little mini and drove down to the grocery store to restock. The mess would still be there when she got back, Shivonne told herself. Wandering the aisles, she couldn’t read most of the labels because she had forgotten to put on her glasses after taking out her contact lenses. Shivonne only picked up what she thought was necessary, a few bags of frozen food that she could stick in the oven and jar of instant coffee. 

Shivonne had a habit of always getting out her wallet before entering the checkout line. She hated it when people spent forever fishing around in their handbag for their money when they could have easily done it before hand. But as she looked in her bag, between the packet of wetwipes, a plastic dinosaur and four empty packets of cigarettes, there was no sign of her purse. “Fucking...” she began to curse, throwing her arm back in annoyance, but as she did so, bumping into the large display of discounted dish soap, sending the bottles toppling over, green, slimy liquid oozing on the ground. “Oh, no, no, no,” she groaned to herself as he tried desperately to pick up the bottles and push away the liquid soap with her hands.

[mayaparker]

@scarlettxruby

[TXT] Do you happen to know if Ryden’s working today? 

[bobbyharlow]

ruby&bobby

A rule that Bobby stumbled upon when she was ten had always served her well in life, when she was bouncing from place to place, when she settled in California: no matter where you are, you’re going to feel caged up and no matter what, shake the fucking cage. 

And boy howdy, was she feeling like a wolf pacing in a cage right now. Fitting. So she packed some of her shit up and took one of her first real tours of Soapberry, pacing the streets, trying to memorize the layout of the town before she came upon an empty wall, nearly, but not quite on the outskirts. The perfect canvas for what she wanted to do. With a practiced hand that implied that she had done this before, Bob drew a four-foot-tall ass on the brick wall of the alley with red spray paint, getting some of it on her hands and a little on her cheek as well, before pulling out the green can for the stink lines.

Before she started on the most important part of her art project, she looked over her canvas with a critical eye, giving it a proud smile. She could practically feel the stress leave her body as the paint left the can. That smile dropped quickly when she heard someone coming. Her eyes widened and she, a little too loudly, exclaimed, “Oh, shit!” while fumbling to get her paint back in her backpack before she was caught by any local security, or god forbid an actual cop. Who knew what cops in this town were like, fucking beasties.

@scarlettxruby​

[joeyvoeman]

[txt] Ruby, is someone following you?

[txt] Not stalking you, but in the room with you all the time?

[txt] A ghost. Do you have a ghost?

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[freddiewatts]

Seeing as you'd gone off literal rubies after your relationship with Ruby went sour, does that experience also make it frustrating that Bahraman's name is Farsi for ruby?

“No, not really. Bahraman is somehow... wholly unto herself. 

I mean, it’s like, Ruby made such a fuss about her name - be it Ruby, Scarlett, or Lettie - that she seemed to cheapen the stones themselves. Whereas Bahraman, whatever you care to say about her, has never cheapened anything in her life.”

[ephrampettaline]

Written on the back:

HEY RUBY IT’S A DOCTOR APPROVED DRINK FOR UR CONDITION!! IF UR DOCTOR WAS A TOMATO WITH A MONOCLE RIGHTTTTT HAH HAH - E. PETTALINE ♥ ♥ HAPPY VALENTOMATO

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[thisdaringdanny]

Apps4Cops || Ruby&Danny

[ IMG ] [ TEXT ]: Is this...is this your name? [ TEXT ]: The Scarlett in there might have thrown me off but I’m pretty sure that has your name on it. [ TEXT ]: I don’t see where you requested me as your partner though.

@scarlettxruby

[thisbrutalbelle]

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together - Ruby

       Bella’s fingers squeezed he soft cotton of her bed sheets as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to consciousness. However as she went to draw her hand closer to herself she didn’t feel the continued softness of her sheets but instead began to feel warm flesh and the pulsating of a heart against her skin. It was only then that her mind was flooded with the memories of Ruby coming by. Ephram wasn’t home and neither Ruby nor Freddie could get him on their phones. Since Freddie knew he would not deal with Bellamy as favourably as Ruby could she had come over. At first their were attempts by Bella to call, then the Find My Phone app was brought up since Bellamy had been the one to purchase Ephram’s phone - least the last one she was personally aware he had - but nothing seemed to be helping. It was only when Freddie called to say he’d found a drunk Ephram at the Horned God with a phone he’d dropped in the toilet that Ruby and Bella were able to remain calm.

       Exacts on how they’d ended up in Bella’s bed watching Riverdale were lost on her. Maybe she’d pointed out that Ruby had once been the Betty to her Veronica and she needed to see it, maybe there had been jokes about how Ephram was Archie and Freddie was a Veronica too. However it had gone the two of them had laid, silently for the most part, watching Riverdale and trying not to think about the fact that Bellamy had killed those people and how Ruby should not have been there. Yet any time on or the other seemed to remember this fact their grasp on the other’s form, however small, would grow more intense in some way. They had been apart so long that neither wanted their moment of time where they had a reason to be in one another’s presence to dissipate. 

         Drawing up Bellamy’s hand rested on Ruby’s hip and shook her gently awake not wanting to frighten her. As beautiful as Bellamy could be as a vampire she’d fallen asleep with all her make-up on and likely did not look as endearing as she would fresh faced. Besides that she knew that Ruby was scared of her now that she knew what Bellamy could really and truly be. For all people that said they could withstand the darkness it a person it was a rarity that one could. Bella did not need to shock Ruby into consciousness and meet her with the face of a villain.

        Slowly she arose and Bella watched as her lashes fluttered and her mouth - wet with saliva - opened and closed as Ruby realised she’d gone to sleep without brushing her teeth. “Bella?” she asked in a drowsy tone as her shoulders pushed up in a stretch but her arms wrapped tighter around herself. Like Bellamy she too only had snippets of memory from the night before - unlike her companion Ruby remembered the vodka she had and the strange red liquid Bellamy had taken as a substitute. For a while it had made them instense and giggly before they fell down into a comfort with one another, staring at the television and wishing things could be as simple for them as Betty and Veronica. Veronica could apologise, Betty could too. 

       “We should get you home,” Bellamy said as she tried not to look at Ruby, to give her the vaguest amount of privacy. “I’ll get you some clothes,” the vampire insisted and immediately she was gone to the next room.

        “I don’t have to go,” Ruby whispered as she rubbed her head against the pillow that smelt like Bella’s caramel, vanilla and edelweiss hair.

@scarlettxruby

[myth01s]

@scarlettxruby

Ruby’s gift is tucked underneath the giant Christmas tree in the living room of the Grove Manor. Wrapped neatly with blue ribbon are a box of five bracelets of different designs and a card addressed to her, a note is placed inside the box and it reads:

This holiday season has given me a reason to spoil you, and I promise to spoil you every other day as well.

Happy Christmas, my love. Thank you for making me so happy. I hope to make you happy for the rest of your life too.

Yours

Tuah

[callmedaisy-blog1]

We’re Not Lost//Ruby & Daisy

Txt: Daisy? This is Ruby. From June's House. Just making sure everything's alright. Haven't seen you in awhile.

[TXT] I’m good, thanks. I’ve just been busy applying to the university and trying to find a job and stuff, so I’ve mostly been out and about. 

[TXT] How are you? 

[soapberryspringsrpg]

When magic swarms any one location, it’s inevitable that Something will take notice.

In Soapberry Springs, magical events happen constantly and consistently, across the ranges of witch and fae magic. It’s there in daily routine but it’s also there in sporadic, important moments in the lives of the townsfolk: slowly culminating to saturate all of Soapberry in magical effluvium. And even a magical town has its saturation limits, when it comes to the forces of such eldritch power. Even Soapberry reaches a point where it can’t hold any more and it starts to ... seep.

A hefty surge in power caught Something’s attention, when the entire town got transported into an alternate reality of royalty and murder and the Sunlit Throne

And perhaps again in a moment a werewolf might’ve thought a little too hard about bringing his murdered wife back from the dead - and brought everyone’s ghosts back instead. @rydenbolt

Or the appearance of a supposedly ancient god, seeking his wayward sons. @bumblingbrujo, @lilo-el-lobo, @ianncardero

Then there was the tear in the fabric of space-time, rent by a far darrig greedy for a newborn. @cassiegermaine​

Another tear in the time-space, as a witch and an atronach were plunged into world of battle. @thatwhichbindsus, @joeyvoeman

Then there’s the continued spirit happenings in a manor house recently transplanted in Soapberry from another place and time. @aedanthewitch

Or the moment necromancer magic was utilized, in search of a fated child. @faye-savin 

An atronach, who brought lightening from the sky to embed into the earth @atronach-author

A witch gaining ascendancy over his demon within, with the use of fairy magic combined with a Cinquefoil artifact. @ephrampettaline, @freddiewatts

What about when a nymph was teleported from a country across the Atlantic, to land in Soapberry? @collettemackenzie

And a key that reveals another key, that reveals strange and dangerous paths. @scarlettxruby, @joeyvoeman

A fairy cop who helped a selkie dig a little too deep and search a little too far, waking something up. @thisdaringdanny, @avitejsharma

That Something tried to warn the people of Soapberry, while also pushing itself into their space. Avi Sharma triggered the awakening of the other side, because of his single-minded drive to find his brother. And when Something woke fully into its devouring single purpose, it pushed Soapberry even harder: capturing the ghosts to feed on, gaining power as it warped a fairy’s dust on a whim (@alessafalling), and leading a witch down a tunnel and into a promise of the town’s utter doom (@mayaparker).

Avi Sharma has disappeared, and SOMETHING has shown up in his stead.

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What this means for your character:

OOC information: A dark-faerie world is trying to ‘eat up’ Soapberry and blanket our Soapberry with its own dark-faerie version. Characters represent the ‘Goodness’ that balances out this dark-faerie world and can combat it to restore Soapberry to its normal self.  Fairies and fae species (atronachs and nymphs) can feel the dark-faerie magic, and witches can sense the unfamiliar magic.

Like bursts of blight around Soapberry, pocket-worlds have opened up sporadically, trapping people inside a post-apocalyptic landscape!  What this looks like:

These tainted pockets pop up without warning, all over town.  

These worlds are populated by violent creatures hellbent on killing.  

The various worlds within these pockets can fit any post-apocalyptic world you and your RP partner(s) choose.  Examples: Fallout, Resident Evil, Silent Hill, The Walking Dead, 28 Days Later, The Stand, Mad Max: Fury Road, I Am Legend/The Omega Man, The 100, The Mist, The Dark Tower, The upsidedown in Stranger Things, etc.

Inside each pocket can be as vast or confined as you like (ie, an entire city, or an abandoned hospital) and time inside them can be measured however you decide (it can be a week in the pocket but only an hour in Soapberry, or it can be a direct ratio of an hour there = a Soapberry hour)

Your character will retain their life/personality as it is in Soapberry. No changes needed.

The plot will last until mid-September. That just means no new plot-related threads after mid-September.  Ongoing threads can go as long as you need.  Once the plot is over, Soapberry will go back to normal.

Your character's goals can be twofold:

Survival and escape!  Doing anything they can to survive the threat of mindless things eager to kill and destroy them. They can escape by the pocket blipping back out of existence.

Find their ghost!*  Your character may find their ghost in the hellscape before the pocket blips out of existence. Your character can then have a day or two for closure with their ghost (should they want it) before the ghost returns to whatever afterlife they came from.

* For anyone who doesn’t want to RP any post-apocalyptic threads but still wants their character to find closure with their ghost, you can have the ghost re-appear in Soapberry, now freed from the hellscape they’d been trapped in. 

Post-apocalyptic plots can be played out in threads, chatzy, gdocs, etc.

The Main Chatzy will also be set up as a post-apocalyptic wasteland! The pocket-world in Chatzy is a mirrored Soapberry where the buildings/landmarks are present but are warped and corrupted, and the town is permanently blanketed in mist. It will be populated with non-humanoid killer creatures (insectoids, warped beasts, cryptids).  Players who want to pop in can then easily have their characters join in on the struggle to survive!

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- credit to @jaynedits for the psd template!

[mayaparker]

Delivered to her front porch, Maya gives Ruby a leather bound journal for Christmas. On the first page is written a note, “I’m sure the next year is going to be one of your best. In this journal you can document every second.” It’s simple, maybe, and certainly not a lot, but it’s the thought, that Ruby is going to be at her happiest in the next year, that Maya hopes counts. 

@scarlettxruby