#so does Ruby

[vegetableharvester]

The Deceitful World through the Glass.

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To the awaiting day of festival arrived, the 15th of October, delighted residents there warmly inviting the sailors from the seas and port with their welcoming arms and smiles as the beers and ales stocks filled the tavern's storages and treasures of vanity and gluttons filled to the vendor's stalls.

Colors showered to the plaza when the petals gracefully falls within the air, pennant banners strung to each houses and garlands decored with leaves and buds, then to the bushes full of blossoms and crowds amassing with bursting of laughters and joy in her faces as they dance with the music's melodies strummed through the air of this island.

Cheering woos and cheering words, raining corrolas decored the sky with it's gentle colors as the leaves fly when the wind blew it's breeze. Wooden tankards cuffed to one another as the ales splattered to another and alluring scents of meal in every platter, decored the tables with red cloth and plates filled with bountiful meals and the hungry fed on with vigor. 

Overlapping chatters with laughters echoes through every alleys and crevices within this island, within this bustling town—yet there lies danger when the barrels stocking under the ports, guns and blades readied as the hooded figure stationed within the darkness.

Gleaming horrors hiding in each corner as they watched the world be bustling with joy, soon enough that seconds are needed for the joy to be gobbled down. 

To the jovial life within this festival, may the Death smile so gently upon your arrival.

"Ruby! Why're ya alone?" Inquired by the vendor with surprised look on her face, "Where's your Mommy Vermillion?" She asked another as she glances left and right to see the familiar woman, but Mrs. Vermillion has not arrived yet.

"My mother has many things needed to finish yet..." Ruby muttered while her fingers fidgeting and twiddling as pressing her joints softly, remembering that morning earlier. The mother didn't bid any mornings or words even the sun's looked at the whole once again, but Ruby didn't mind as there'll be times her mother was like that, and will be like that.

Just like today, her mother barely comes to the festival. 

"Really? She's always busy that she even left you here alone right?!"

"No, I just went on my own."

"Are you gonna be alright there? You're alone with no friends, and there's no man beside you," Uttered by the vendor with her worried glances over the young girl. But knowing Ruby's current family, an eccentric and unwed woman then a timid and reserved daughter, both has no interest for romance, hence not a single male are present; made the vendor huffed in slight annoyance as her gaze looking at the girl, a pitiful one in her eyes.

"Well, anyways, I'm staying a'ight?" Then the vendor sigh as she sat down on the bench near Ruby, nudging the little girl aside for some little extra space.

"B-but you don't have to..!"

"I'm an adult, and it's my responsible to look over little kids like you." Said when the vendor poke her nose, Ruby flinched her head slightly aback.

"But mama said that adults who only got bare minimum in their daily life are more childish than children."

"And... Wouldn't have a decent lives to begin with..."

"Okay," The vendor gasped as if her heart was struck in offense, "That woman has no idea what it feels like to have that kind of life!" Then she scoffed in Mrs. Vermillion's ridiculousness when her gaze averted with a frown in her brows.

"She doesn't even go outside for some sun, let alone trying to mingle with us folks around here." Mumbled in irritation, soon dissipated when the giggles are heard despite being covered by hands, the vendor glances in perplexed eyes to Ruby; "What's funny?"

"Ah, no... It's just... I'm glad that I wasn't alone when thinking about that." Ruby said, then breathe out the air as she calmed down. "My mama always say that so I won't like... Be lazy or something." Muttered by the girl, before the vendor could say anything to retort, she shushed herself and stayed silent as her ears remained to the girl.

"I don't know anything that much, so mama will just told me what to and I just followed them." Said when she could still remembers those words, she complied in those words without any question, but now that she spend her time outside this last few years; perhaps being like them isn't bad... When nothing was more than the freedom itself.

"Mama won't let me play with anyone, so I just made my own dolls and play by myself, especially when mama was outside for her work. But..." 

To those days in the past, where she wandered through the streets after her successful attempted venture without any guardian beside, lost and confused, Ruby wandered as she gazed into everything her eyes laid with curiosity upon, with wonders despite her confusion, with courage despite the newfound fear.

"When I go outside, I see a different world." Spoken with a voice that tells the girl wondered, Ruby smiled with great interest everytime she walks through this streets, this town with people passing by each and then.

"About my laugh... I'm sorry..." Then she mumbled downheartedly with her head lowered and eyes gazing to the floor.

"Nah, you're fine." Smiled when the vendor spoke, a hand heavily patting and fondling as the vendor intents messing the girl's hair. "And besides, kids shouldn't know anything."

"They should be wilding around since they're young—" "And mama said that it's needed since children has more energy than adults." 

"Can we please stop talking about your gloomy mother?"

"Hehe..." Blurted with gleeful giggles when the girl chortling by the vendor's whine, the vendor glances over her face then a small smile appears when she felt happy as Ruby can laugh like a normal person. Unsure of her sentiments, but the vendor ignore such regardless of that uncertain instinct or guts; Ruby is a kid, and should be smiling and laughing despite the differences.

"Y'know, your mother is weird. Like one day she'll be so over the moon when showering you with love, then another day she'll ignore you as if you don't exist... Girl, you need a daddy."

"But mama doesn't want to get married though..."

"Why?! Marriages are fun!"

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"Do want you want, but leave my child alone. Better be alive and in one piece." 

If that woman knew her daughter would be so eager to come to the festival, this wouldn't happen when the hooded figures running rampant through the dark as they surrounds the bright festival amid the night. Then, there was one hooded figure watching from the crowds as his eyes glued to the girl.

Oblivious child can't sense the danger, Ruby chatter more about the basics of Alchemy to the to vendor who wears the flummoxed expression as trying to understand every words the child has said.

"And then and then—" "Girl, come down, I can't understand what you're sayi—" The voice of the vendor was cut off when the gurgling sound was heard, Ruby glances over in confusion to the silent friend of hers.

A blade that was pierced through the throat, bleeds the sanguine colors as it's falls like a waterfall and the vendor crouched down with her hands caressing her bleeding neck, tried to breathe yet blood only flooded her nose and voice couldn't be heard when the box was ruptured, a wheezing sound the vendor emits before falling harshly to her side; unmoving as her arms hanging like a rag doll.

Terrified as Ruby fumbled over her words, mumbled with stuttering as she tried to call the vendor, yet fruitless when such name couldn't be heard and voice be sundered in fear. Frozen within the spot, a cold hands grabbed her shoulder made the girl flinched in contact, riddled with frightened heart when the alarms ringing loud inside her head, slowly as she gazes to the perpetrator behind—with horrors she sees, terror she felt, then comes with anxiety of uncertain to what's to come.

Ruby could only stay within the same spot, in silence as shudder for she couldn't do anything.

Then, to the hooded man behind, a muffled voice behind the mask, he asked; "Are you Ruby Vermillion?"

Prologue, Chapter 2

[oreo102]

Put Kate in 15’s series more, i think they’d be best fucking buddies. They’d go clubbing together and I fully believe it, I want 15 to collect queer women like I collect autistic ppl

[secondhandconverse]

the real enemy of The Doctor are these dumbass 8 episode seasons

[stevebabey]

you're the only one for me, baby

1.7k, steddie, one of them getting so drunk that they don't recognise the other and telling them back off i've already got a boyfriend, it's all sweetness <3 likely a modern!au and actually just goobers in love

Eddie doesn't really drink. He's not against partying but he's much more attuned to smoking a little weed to take the edge off, sometimes a spliff if he wants to mix a little business and pleasure.

Eddie doesn't really drink—so when he does, it goes about as well as expected.

From zero to a hundred.

Steve had lost track of him after directing his stumbling feet towards the bathroom to take a leak. But apparently, as he's now found out, this bathroom has two doors.

What the fuck kind of bathroom has two doors, like some weird thoroughfare?

Regardless, it took all of five minutes with no noises coming from the inside before Steve had loudly announced he was coming in, no matter what, getting quite worried for his boyfriend.

He trusted Eddie to not be too sloshed to handle a piss, even if he was on the wilder side tonight, but still leaned up against the door to chase off anyone else looking to knock—because Eddie hilariously gets pee-shy.

The door had opened easily, apparently unlocked, and Steve had stepped into the empty bathroom. The other door across the room, the one he hadn't noticed until now, was wide open to the party.

So, now he's on the hunt for Eddie.

Which is a task that feels a little bit like herding cats because drunk Eddie isn't something Steve has a lot of experience with. But what he does know, is this: it's the opposite of high Eddie.

Stoned, Eddie likes to find the comfiest place he can (usually Steve's lap, or so he proclaims) and sink into it, like melting wax. Then, given he has access to adequate snacks, he doesn't move for quite some time.

Drunken Eddie cannot even fathom the concept of sitting still.

Either way, looking where there's food is a good as a place to start as any.

Steve ambles out the strange two-doored bathroom and flips his head back and forth, trying to remember the direction of the kitchen. He hasn't been here before—one of Eddie's band connections—and Steve's still had a couple beers himself.

He shakes his head and takes a left, relieved when it leads to the stairs. Okay, he sort of knows where he's going now. They had only come upstairs to find the quieter bathroom for Eddie.

As Steve reaches the bottom of the stairs, a faint stir of irritation flashes through him. Eddie just left him behind? That wasn't that nice, even if he was incredibly drunk.

He can hear the din of people chattering just above the music and he follows it, leading him into the half-full kitchen, people dotted around. There's a few pizza boxes scattered around and Steve eyes each of them specifically, looking for the tell-tale wipe of Eddie's greasy fingers. No dice.

Steve wrinkles his nose, spinning around and double checking before he moves on.

If not by the food, then... where?

Steve takes a few steps forward into the living room, his heart beginning to sink and shrivel all at once. There was a miserable feeling attached to looking for his partners at a party, a wallowing and awful memory tied to the feeling.

Steve pushes a hand across his chest roughly, as if trying to shove the feeling away.

Eddie wasn't... her. Eddie wouldn't do that.

But the moment he's thought it, it's stuck in his head. Steve's feet begin to speed up, checking a little more carelessly as he starts to stick his head in different rooms, his hazel eyes jumping around. Not Eddie, not Eddie, not Eddie—so many people and none of them are Eddie.

Until—there. Steve spots a very familiar looking behind as it leans over the back of the couch, the owner of said-behind talking to someone sitting on the couch.

He blinks, just to be sure, but the details come into better focus. There's chains on his belt loops and when he shakes his head, Steve can see the curls he loves to bury his hands into.

Eddie.

Steve's relief pulls him forward, his feet almost stumbling, his mouth pulling into a relieved smile. He puts a hand out, fingers spread, across the leather-clad back.

"Eds," Steve says, relief colouring his voice.

Eddie swings up abruptly, pushing himself off the couch. When he turns, a bit of liquid sloshes out of the beer bottle he's holding.

"Heyyy," The words come out a bit slurred and when he finally stands straight, he doesn't look right at Steve. "Handsssss off the merchandise, buddy."

Steve chuckles, reaching out and plucking the bottle from his boyfriend's grasp. Eddie gawps, an adorable little hiccup interrupting his shocked expression.

"Hey," He says loudly, reaching forward for it fruitlessly as Steve pulls it out reach. "That's mine." Eddie whines.

"You've had more than enough, I think." Steve says. He steals just one gulp of it before he turns at puts it on a nearby table. When he turns back, Eddie is frowning at him, brows pulled together tightly and bottom lip jutting out.

"Listen—" Eddie leans forward, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. "I dunnowhoyouthinkyouare," The words come out in a one big jumble and Steve frowns.

What? Something sour claws into Steve's chest at the frosty greeting.

"Eddie," Steve says, his hazel eyes wide and worried as his gaze darts between Eddie's squinted face and swaying form.

Steve reaches out to put a hand on his waist, aiming to steady him, but Eddie sees it coming and widens his eyes comically. He swerves back to avoid it, his boots tilting dangerously on the wooden floors. If he was still holding his beer, Steve bets half of it would be on the floor by now.

"Wo-oah," Eddie exaggerates, waving a hand out and batting Steve's outstretched arm away. The rottenness in Steve's chest blooms, rancid and freezing. He sucks in a sharp breath.

"Ed—"

"I—" Eddie says, holding up his hand and waggling one finger at Steve, like he's a naughty schoolboy. His words still have that drunken slur to them.

"—already have a boyfriend, thank you very much. He's much too pretty to be throwing it away for the likes of you, you weasel of a man..." His ludicrous and nonsensical insult trails off under his breath as Eddie's attention is drawn away by a shout across the room.

As he watches Eddie drape himself back over the couch, the sourness between Steve's ribs shifts, transforming into something infinitely sweeter. He lets out a dazed laugh, a wild smile spreading on his face before he can smother it beneath his hand.

I'm dating a lunatic, Steve thinks happily.

He reaches out and steals Eddie's beer once more, taking another large swig before giving it another go.

This time, he sidles up beside Eddie who's engaged back in conversation with one of the guys on the couch, and just waits. It only takes a minute before the dude on the couch seems to realise who Steve's waiting for and he nudges Eddie, gesturing behind him.

Eddie, still bent over the back of the couch, twists only his head to look. This time, the recognition is immediate.

He springs up, pushing the couch forward an inch in his excitement and leaps forward, his hands clawing into Steve's shoulder with a fierce delight.

"Steeeeve," Eddie croons, crowding in close. His hands start moving, fingers searching like curious spiders, fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin of Steve's neck til he's squirming back, laughter betraying him.

"Stop it." He laughs. Steve arrests Eddie's wrists in his hand and Eddie cackles, using the pause to surge forward, kissing him square on the mouth.

Eddie tastes like the beer he's been drinking and Steve barely gets a moment to enjoy it before Eddie's pulling back, leaning forward so they're forehead to forehead.

"I was looking for you." Eddie says, his doe eyes wide. His pupils grow larger the longer he stares at Steve.

Steve grins. "Uh huh. Looking for me between the couch cushions, were you?"

Eddie rears back, his head flipping as he stares back at the couch and then back at Steve. "Nuh uh. I came out the bathroom and you were goooone."

That explains it. Eddie must have left out the other door — and then thought Steve had left him behind and gone hunting for him. Something else settles in Steve's chest, relieved.

"And—" Eddie hiccups. "—and some guy tried to- to freakin' flirt with me. Can you believeee?"

Steve's grin widens by a mile. "Is that so? What you'd tell him?"

"No, of course!" Eddie says, head pulled back as if he's appalled Steve would think otherwise. He shakes his hands out of Steve's grip and drops them, fumbling for a moment to get his fingers into Steve's belt loops.

When he does, he yanks Steve forward a tad too forcefully, their bodies colliding in a way that's more sore than sexy. Eddie continues on as if he doesn't notice. "Even if he was particularly tasty," He murmurs, his lips tracing the column of Steve's throat.

"I let him know, baby." Eddie all but purrs.

And perhaps if the competition Eddie was beating off was literally anyone other than himself, Steve would be right there with him.

Instead, he can't contain his snort of laughter. Eddie was perfect; he was a possessive and drunken dog, barking up the wrong damn tree. Steve loves him.

"You're laughing," Eddie states plainly, even as his doe eyes manage to grow even more round. Steve can't help it, it just makes him laugh more.

"Treason." Eddie declares. Then using the belt loops to keep Steve captive, he leans in and blows a raspberry on his neck.

Steve lets out an unattractive squawk, his laughter melting into Eddie's as he pushes his boyfriend's face away — to which Eddie simply lets himself go limp, his face cradled and held up solely by Steve's hands.

"Christ," Steve says between his laughs, shifting his hand to hold him more tenderly. Eddie smiles dopely, then puckers his lips and closes his eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes, entirely too endeared. "Alright, c'mere," He gives in, leaning and kissing Eddie, short and sweet. When he pulls back, Eddie's eyes are open, starry and gazing up at him. He gives a dreamy sounding sigh. Steve's heart fizzles, like it's full of pop-rocks.

"Ready to go?"

"As long as it's with you, baby." Eddie says, sounding every bit like he means it.

[krinklefry87]

i made my own wxs sanrio for fun

[claraoswalds]

This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. 'Cause what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.

[ihateswansmorethananything]

Wild horses from The Rolling Stones blasting on full volume in the distance ‼️💥

A cowboy jack drawing for the soul

[nev3rlaand]

dude this new mlp generation is so fucked up they killed twilight sparkle with a gun

[pigeonagere]

Max & Ruby

Season 1 Episode 1 - Ruby's Piano Practice / Max's Bath / Max's Bedtime

[lovingdabeessss]

Yang and ruby getting upset at their (non huntsman raised) teammates for fighting like it won’t get them attacked by the negative emotion monsters

[katoska]

"Imagine what happens when a dictator gets access to a time window or a transduction drive. Our technology would tear the world apart."

Yeah, so maybe you... shouldn't have those either?

[hazel-callahan]

hazel's just here to have a good time

[boimlerkisser]

A little concept sketch of my Gravity Falls self insert! And as you can see, she's a werewolf! 0u0

She's normally in her first form when she's out and about, and when it's getting close to the full moon she looks like her second form before going full wolf! During that time period she starts getting a powerful craving for raw meat and she gets really itchy as her fur starts coming in, then the ears and tail follow! (At first glance I'm sure most of the townsfolk would just think she was a furry 😂)

In general she's very cheery, and she exhibits a lot of dog-like behavior (getting excited when the doorbell rings, noticing and perking up when she sees squirrels, shaking her whole body when she gets wet) and she has a somewhat irrational fear of rabies so she's not a very good hunter and actually tends to AVOID wild animals in the forest and stray dogs/cats. When she moves to Gravity Falls she opens a curios and oddities shop with her partner in crime, which a certain conman sees as competition, leading him and the mystery twins to go check it out 👀❓️

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus

@changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer

@in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @little-miss-selfships @hotrodharts @cupiidzbow @frozenhi-chews @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy

[reallyhardydraws]

casual / club / wedding / gig

[artof-mirage]

Another meme redrawn from a while ago.

Wow, three posts in one day, what's wrong with me?

[ncuts]

I mean FOR GODS SAKE LOOK AT THAT FACE