#fun times with ruby

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

here to advocate for the short kings!! i'm currently dating a guy who's 5'5 and has a 7 inch dick. i was honestly pretty surprised the first time we slept together cus he has small hands and feet. and yes i've measured it myself lol we were joking around one evening about it being surprisingly big so i busted out the measuring tape since i was curious and he said he didn't care :'))

and he knows how to use it too, better than the tall dudes i've had. he's an aries btw ;)) anyway just here to say our short king christopher might hide something big in his pants despite his short statue.. i know it's possible

This is the perfect ask to respond too as I talk to my moots about how 'tall' and 'big' doesn't always necessarily mean skilled.

Are you taller than him or are you both the same height? And yes, great confirmation that hands and feet aren't always accurate in measuring a guy's dick haha.

I was talking with @anyamaris and she mentioned how short kings will deliberately compensate for their height and lack of length by being service-oriented and pleasure-oriented in the bedroom.

And enthusiasm i think is a big factor like you just know chris would be enthusiastic in the bedroom which heightens the tension and pleasure.

Because I'm open about being a virgin on here because I've had ppl enter my ask box and be like 'you must have a lot of experience because your smut is hot and accurate'

And I love that comment, I rlly do but I just need to reiterate that I rlly have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, I just know so much because of self-exploration and years of research.

Okay but can enthusiasm be a game-changer in the bedroom? Right because I've always believed that yes, I may be a virgin and inexperienced BUT

I think I can still give the guy a great and pleasurable experience just by being enthusiastic and 'excited???' in the moment.

You know like I would harness all my smut knowledge and use it to do the best I can with what I have and know.

Right?? Does that work in my favour?? I don't want to be a shit lay omg.

[swedenis-h]

Some spn girlies!

[sleepinglionhearts]

The beach! The beach! There's lots of stuff to find at the beach! 🪨 🐚 🏖

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Seeing people say that we never see the Doctor and Ruby talking for more than 30 seconds makes me think 73 Yards and Dot and Bubble has just clouded their memories because the first four episodes of this era are almost nothing but the Doctor and Ruby talking and bonding.

Yeah, the Doctor-lite episodes meant we haven't had as much lately, but so many are going on as there's been none at all, as if every episode before 73 Yards was like Rogue where they were mostly separated in their own plotlines.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Hey, this was a really interesting conversation that I had with @hwalysm and @4433xyz about Seonghwa and his fuckboi tendencies and potential issues in relationships.

I would advise reading through the original post if you want to see the full conversation in context but I feel what intrigued the most is the part mentioned about how Seonghwa substitutes romantic love and connection with the praise and adulation he receives from Atiny's which makes me wonder if in fact, the parasocial relationships benefits the fan AND the idol.

The members of Ateez go HARD with the fanservice, more so than I see with other male groups, VAV is right up there because they will bridal-style carry their fans on-stage.

Especially Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Mingi and Yunho.

And so, I guess if they get lonely (which I'm sure they do at times) and they can't be in a relationship, then I'm sure they would transfer that energy into Atiny's.

And yes, I understand that fanservice is part of their jobs and it's a simulated connection because they are strangers to us (which they are, we don't know what they're like when the cameras are off).

But they voluntarily put in the extra mile because I do feel (I don't know exactly how) but I do feel this parasocial relationship benefits them as well, in a way that isn't just for financial or ego-based reasons.

Yeah, this conversation sparked a curiosity in my mind now.

Hey there! I actually wrote a post about seonghwa’s birth chart on my astrology tumblr tumblr.com/theastromind/687260161693433856/seonghwa-astrology-observation in a way it basically says he idealises relationships and uses them as a way to escape. Also having an Aquarius venus he finds it hard to make connections sometimes. I was actually going to make another in depth post about it, but yeah if you’d like to know more let me know!

Hello Alice!!✨

Well i took a look and some aspects are really similar to what @whatudowhennooneseesyou said sometimes. From my point of view he really wants a soulmate, we even said this in another convos (on my profile, if you want to see, you can scroll down!). Back to the point, after some convos with anons and an analysis, i think that his soul’s longing is abou a soulmate, the person his soul calls. Yet i agree that sometimes he just want some love, physical intimacy, you know, feel loved and cared for.

I have some gossip about his relationships and they don’t tend to be healthy, like in the beginning it’s all flowers but then ???? I don’t know exactly what happens, but after reading both astrological analysis i believe that he idealize the relationship with the person and get frustrated when it isn’t like what he expected + the fact that deep down he will only can settle down with his soulmate. But doesn’t seem easy to him tho, looks like he always end in some sort of toxic relationship, like boy look at the mirror you deserve more YOU’RE PARK SEONGHWA!

i think he is very balanced both head and heart, doesn’t tend to be irresponsible and impulsive, but yet when he likes someone he tends to go a little blind. The problem is that everyone he have an some sort of relationship, he thinks is THE ONE, when is not, and then he frustrates himself when he realizes it. I swear i can see him like “okay that was the last one I won’t date again until the one appears” when he is at his lowest but then the sadness turn into angry and he just says “fuck it” and goes out there to have some …fun. But as Ruby said, doesn’t last too long because isn’t what he truly desires.

Beside what some people say about his xyz house in birth chart (I don’t understand) about him having tendencies to cheat, I disagree and make Ruby’s words mine. He is fucking romantic deep down. I think that his trouble with commitment is because what i said before: he always think he found the one when actually is just one more toxic relationship 🤡 so this way, he gets a little traumatized and in the end, can’t connect with a person who would treat him right, because he is used to toxicity, and a healthy thing would sounds so weird that he can’t go for it, the boy already got colorblind by the red flags. Btw you nailed in your analysis! I agree with everything you said about this topic

So when the right person comes to him, he might be the red flag one, not wanting something serious because “is going to be just like others”. He might can’t believe that actually the right person came and act like the fuckboy, i wish a lot of strength for his person. I think he will feel that this time it’s going to be different, but due his traumas and fear, he won’t accept it easily, but i think that once he realizes the truth, he’s going to change from the water to the wine. Fairytale romance, a lots of love and all!

I would love to discuss more, feel free to send me what you think in my asks or my dms! Thank you ✨🫶🏻

[edmunderson]

my dude for femboy friday. fashionwise, i leaned more towards fifth element's version of cyberpunk rather than cyberpunk 2077's. he really likes green :)

[stevebabey]

let the kisses linger

word count: 3.3k summary: Steve Harrington is not your boyfriend, not yet. So far you’ve had a couple sweet kisses and an infuriating amount of dates spent with him making you nervous. Now, you just want to kiss him like you mean it, more than a peck, and maybe ask him to be your boyfriend while you do it. Steve beats you to it, on both counts. [cheeky tiny makeout + gn!reader (but r is mentioned to wear a bikini) + first relationship!reader]

It starts with a touch.

You’ve come to learn it always does with Steve. Fingers skirting along any bare skin he can find, drawing a line on your waist when just a sliver is exposed. Along the ridge of your neck, curling his hand to rest against your shoulder. His fingertips tease at your neck, feather-soft touches that can make you shiver if you’re not expecting it.

You think he does it just to see the goosebumps that trail in the wake of his touch. From the way he always grins, like the cat that got the cream, you’re probably right.

Steve can’t help it. You’re so responsive.

Maybe it’s because it’s new, this thing between you and Steve — you’ve been on a couple dates together after a string of painfully obvious flirtations over the Family Video counter that Robin had been forced to witness. You’ve just not quite sealed the deal yet.

However, even though Steve’s had more girlfriends than he can count on one hand, this part? Never gets old.

The electricity. The dance, the build-up; getting to see how you react when you’re not quite expecting him to be as close and touchy as he is.

He adores all of it. The delightful shudder you give when he slips his fingers into your hair, gifting a soft scratch along your scalp when you two had gotten cozy during a film. Your gloriously warm cheeks give you away even though Steve can read exactly when you’re nervous.

You’re utterly precious to him — and Steve wouldn’t exchange your shy smiles, flushed cheeks, or your nervous little reactions that are all because of him, for anything in the world.

Maybe it’s because you’re new to this.

First date, first time holding hands, first kiss — you’ve given them all to Steve. With the seriousness he takes them all, wholly prepared to blow your expectations out of the water, you feel you can trust them with him.

But even with trust, there’s no quelling the sticky nervousness that runs free beneath your skin when his hands begin to wander.

At first, it made you freeze. Not sure how to relax under hands that just want to hold you, touch you, just cos’ they can.

You think it took, maybe, a whole hour for you to relax and let yourself slump against Steve on your fourth date, curled up together on the couch. You think Steve knew of your nervousness and thanked him silently for his nonchalance at your stiffness. Not one comment was made.

You had relaxed into his side eventually. Steve, of course, had then gone and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back into his chest and you’d gone straight back to tensed up.

His arms were wound around your middle, hands resting on your tummy and you hadn’t a clue on how you were supposed to be calm about it. You had mentally cursed his pretty hands, and his warm arms, and prayed to whoever was listening to grant you some semblance of strength.

And then, the bastard had leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, and whispered, “Y’can relax, sweetheart.”

You could practically hear the grin, cursing how you tensed up more — and forced yourself to melt against him. His arms tightened, pulling you closer as if this had been his plan all along. Steve’s chuckle wouldn’t have been audible if you hadn’t been so close to him.

Yeah, he definitely knew how nervous he made you.

The difference between then and now? Now, you want his wandering touch. Steve had been so sweet and good in the beginning, a little bit of teasing to watch you blush and squirm, and then he’d back off. Make sure you were actually comfortable.

You’re not sure you’ll shake the nerves with him — it’s just a Steve thing. He’s gorgeous, you’re nervous, the sky is blue, yadda yadda.

But how do you send a different message — tell him that he’s started a hunger in you that’s not quite satisfied with fleeting touches — when all you can do is shiver and blush when he puts his hands on you?

However you do, you need to figure it out, like, stat.

Today, in the blistering swell of summer, it’s getting near unbearable. At the Harrington house, Steve’s invited the party around for a bit of a pool party and you think you might die if you get to see him shirtless for any longer without getting your hands on him.

Steve’s meanly decided to forgo his shirt. It leaves him walking around in only slightly too short swim shorts and a smirk that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You get a tasty eyeful of his warm tan skin on display through the patio doors, your eyes tracking each mole on his skin. He’s scooping the pool free of leaves and you honestly feel like this is the start of some shitty porno with you lusting over the pool-boy. You’re fairly sure he knows you’re staring which makes it worse. He’s evil.

The muscles in his back ripple as he cleans, biceps bulging deliciously and you might seriously start drooling at the sight—how did you get him to go out with you, again?

“You’re drooling.”

Beside you in the kitchen, big sunglasses pushing back her fringe, Robin manages to startle you with her silent appearance. You jump just a bit, tearing your eyes away from Steve — you hadn’t heard her approach.

Your hand flies to your mouth, wiping fast. Embarrassment flushes up when you swipe at nothing and Robin cackles at the sight. 

You roll your eyes but it does little to deter the heat in your face.

“I’m just messing with ya,” She nudges her shoulder against yours, her grin looking far too cheeky for your liking. Like she could read into every thought that had just been streaming through your head. You silently hope not.

“I wasn’t- there was no drooling.” You say, the conviction in your voice weakening with each word.

Robin wrinkles her nose. “That was a lie of epic proportions. You so were.”

You pout a bit, embarrassment still shining through. Robin just grins further and adjusts her sunglasses. She heads to the fridge, pulls it open, and plucks out some orange juice, beginning to drink from the bottle.

“No shame.” She says lightly, between a gulp, then reconsiders after a moment, her eyes bright. “Okay, a little shame — you looked ready to jump him right here and now.”

Your face might rival the sun in heat right now.

“But he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” It comes out a bit gargled from the juice she’s yet to swallow. Boyfriend comes out like bwoyfend. She continues after a swallow. “If anyone’s allowed to ogle, it’d be you, no?”

Uh oh. The B-word. The not-yet official name that you’re not sure you’re allowed to use in reference to Steve just yet.

“Um,” you cough a bit, wondering if you can skirt around the question. Yes some part of you sings, because you really really want him to be. You have to scold yourself for fibbing, even if it’s only in your head. Robin takes another swig, her eyes still on you.

“Not exactly.” You admit sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. “We haven’t— he hasn’t- it’s not like that. Yet.”

Robin grins as she watches you fumble for words, screwing the cap back on the OJ. She leans her hip against the countertop, casting a glance out the window.

You go to follow her look and then think the better of it, focusing back on Robin. Like you need your blush to get any more fierce.

“Dingus is being stupid. He probably just needs a nudge.” Her eyes spy the thin cherry-red strap of your bikini, peeking out beneath your cotton shirt. “I’m sure that bikini will do the trick.”

She seems to hear herself, her eyes widening a moment later, slipping into a raspy ramble you know well. “Though, it should be said I totally believe Steve likes you for your personality. He’s not like— he wouldn’t just- he’s a multi-faceted man with many many layers!”

It all bursts out a bit frantic, so very Robin. You’re both amused at her insistence that Steve doesn’t just view you as eye-candy and grateful for the way she’s managed to melt off some of your nerves, huffing a small laugh at her dramatics.

“Who is?” Steve asks, voice cutting into the conversation.

You startle a moment, surprised. He’s standing in the doorway that leads out to the pool, both arms stretched above his head to grasp the top of the door frame, leaning into it. You can’t help the way your gaze instantly draws up along his arms, far too fixated on the delicious show of his muscles to properly focus on answering his question.

“Certainly not you, dingus.” Robin comments, already clocking the hazed expression on your face. She recognizes the same absurd flirting face on Steve she’d become far too familiar with at Scoops and takes her cue, orange juice in hand.

“People arrive in like 5 minutes, just remember!” The knowing in her tone makes you consider blushing again, just to be ashamed of how quickly she had read you for filth.

Steve certainly seems to know too. He drops his arms, waltzing in to meet you in the kitchen and you will yourself not to step back when he comes a little closer than expected.

“This is a nice little number,” he murmurs, voice low. His eyes are trained on your shoulder and before you ask what he means, his hand comes up, fingers toying with the strap of your bikini. Where his skin meets yours, fire streaks beneath it, like a connecting point of static electricity.

“You think?” You ask a little breathier than you’re intending. It nearly makes you scrunch your face up in cringe, feeling a familiar glow in your cheeks.

You don’t, only because when Steve nods, teeth scraping his bottom lip for a moment and eyes wandering over your face, he looks a little lovestruck. Like he can’t believe you’re real.

His other hand comes up, both his palms resting on your shoulders and he trails them down your arms lightly, soft touches, til both your hands are in his.

“Come show me out in the sunlight?” He asks, cocking his head back out to the pool. His hands tug you ever-so-slightly. You can’t help but oblige, letting him pull you out, barely holding back your smile as he does.

There’s just something about when he touches you. Steve Harrington is a man all about touch and you’ve been going crazy finding out just how touchy he can get when you’re the one in his heart.

You amble out onto the tiles behind him and squint just a bit at the change in lighting, the bright rays of midday casting down onto the backyard. It’s mildly warm out, balmy, and with just a hint of a breeze that ruffles your shirt for a moment. 

Steve’s feet move nimbly to suddenly redirect you both — walking you both against the side of the house, til your back presses against the wall. You’re just out of view of the sliding doors, and you’d be foolish to think it’s not by design. Come show me out in the sunlight? His words echo in your head, inciting a familiar warmth in your cheeks.

“Steve—?”

“I’m gonna kiss you now if that’s okay,” He breathes, voice suddenly a lot heavier than it had been inside. Like it might actually ache inside if he doesn’t get his lips against your skin — like perhaps your lips held the antidote to a poison that was making his blood sing for your touch.

One of his hands releases your own to travel up, curling along your jaw, fingertips sliding into your hair. His eyes are still drinking in every detail of your face, affection mixed with something darker conveyed across his features.

His fingers caress along your scalp, thumb along your neck, tantalizing touches that you’re sure he’s not even aware he’s doing. But still, he doesn’t kiss you, waiting for a yes. God, he’s sweet.

Especially considering the answer is a huge fat unanimous yes.

It’s been a yes since the moment you saw him today. It’s been a thousand yes’ piling up in the weeks of seeing him, building up from the first time you kissed him and somehow bit his lip and he had only laughed and soothed it against your own.

Your yes has been growing inside you, the desire to kiss him like you mean it and leave him pink in the face and pretty.

It only takes one tiny please falling off your lips for Steve to close the gap, his lips brushing against yours. He kisses you, gentle for a moment - til a hunger overtakes and the kisses quickly turn hot and fast.

There’s urgency coiled up beneath your skin and it bursts to the surface at his kiss, the feeling you’ve been desperately craving. Steve gives you what you want gladly.

His grip in your hair tightens slightly, his kiss turning a little more fierce, and you keen and eagerly return it. His other hand has found your waist, startling a small gasp out of you when his warm palm covers your hip and bring you closer. His lips break away, just enough to take in some air and let you breath a moment, then he dives back in.

Kissing Steve, you’re quickly learning, is pure delirium.

His lips are soft and greedy and he steals kisses as quick as you can give them. There’s a quiet hum in the back of his throat, borderline a groan — and when you remember your hands, moving them from awkwardly hovering at your side to cup his face, fingers delving into his hair, the groan breaks free.

“You,” He pauses his attack of affection, lips still an inch from yours. Your eyes blink open, not aware of when they had closed. Steve’s scanning your face, looking for something, lips already pinker from your kisses. “You good? Not too much f’you?”

Your heart pounds a little faster at his care. His attentive gaze tracks your emotions to make sure he hasn’t pushed you too far, that you’re not overwhelmed by the affection. He’s so fucking nice.

You are overwhelmed, just a bit. It’s impossible not to when Steve kisses the way he does; so sweet, and like he envies anything that’s ever touched your lips. It’s pure passion, in a way you can’t even begin to describe.

The heat under your skin burns hotter. The places he touches you — his fingers in your hair, his hand on your waist, the press of his body against yours — all glow gloriously warm. Steve looks so stupidly hot, you nearly want to whine aloud about how unfair it is.

His chest is heaving a bit, a flush up his neck, his hair tousled from your grip on it. In the buttery sunlight, he’s golden and the same moles you had been staring at not 10 minutes ago look even more divine this close. You want to kiss each one, connect them with a press of your lips, and leave little marks of your own.

You want to devour him; you start and answer his question, with another kiss.

Steve’s surprise is only shown in his parted lips, a small gasp swallowed in the kiss, and you take it as an invitation, a hot swipe of your tongue across his lower lip. You take it between your own, a ghost of a nibble that makes him shudder delightfully beneath you.

Steve kisses back fervently and just when you think you’ve got the rhythm, sighing into his mouth, he pulls back. You make a noise of dissatisfaction and he chuckles lowly at it.

You don’t even get a moment to ask what’s wrong, your eyes still comfortably closed as Steve stays close, pressing his forehead down against yours. In a raspy whisper, just for you, he says, “Be mine?”

Your eyes fly open at that, some pocket of air whooshing out your lungs. He’s watching you intently, caramel eyes that give away his nervousness even if his voice hadn’t wavered. This close, you can see a smattering of freckles that dot his nose and you swear, inside your chest, your heart just sighs. He’s so pretty it hurts.

You’ve only been awed silence for a few seconds before his nose nudges yours, hand on your waist pulling you even closer. Before you can find your words, he asks it again— in between peppering soft kisses up the side of your face. “Be mine, please?”

“You- You wanna be my boyfriend?” You ask, not meaning to sound so disbelieving.

A nervous laugh titters out as you lean in closer instinctively. Your heart feels as though it’s going to beat out of your chest, as wild as a hummingbird’s wings, and it makes you grin— your lips curl up involuntarily, completely unable to help the way you beam.

“Of course,” Steve laughs lightly, nuzzling his nose against yours. Then, because he seems to have a pattern of being awfully repetitive today, his voice turns softer, all sincere when he whispers, “Of course.”

Damn him. Every time you think you’re close to settling those butterflies, to biting back the nerves that make your spine tingle, he swoops in and one-ups himself — does or says something else stupidly romantic so that all you can is grin like a dope.

You’re not proud of the giddy little noise that slips out of you when you nod excitedly, cheeks already starting to ache from how wide your grin is. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stop smiling enough to kiss him again but Steve doesn’t bother waiting. The next kiss is a bit fumbled, both of you smiling too much to properly kiss but one or two more softens your smiles.

You kiss him hard, remember your hands and tug him close, closer, he’s not close enough — a pleased hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat and even the word in your mind makes you smile too much to keep kissing him.

A sharp rap against the sliding doors makes you whip your head to the side, both you and Steve looking perfectly guilty of being caught in your makeout. Slightly swollen lips, bitten and pink, on the both of you, not to mention the close proximity of the pair of you pressed against the house.

“Ahem,” Robin clears her throat from where she stands, out from the doorway since she had come looking for you. “Guests are arriving if you’d cared to notice.”

Part of you droops, entirely fixated on stealing a thousand kisses from Steve and maybe leaving a few marks of your own. His disappointed huff, barely audible, lets you know Steve is well on the same page as you.

Extracting yourself from his arms, you press him back with your fingertips planted in the middle of his chest. Steve turns back to you, groans aloud like he’s about to complain, and it just furthers your smile into a smirk.

“Plenty of time for that later,” You say, still sounding too giddy to come out as confident as you’re aiming for. Internally, some part of you sings, glad you’re finally confident enough in yourself that you verge from skittish nerves into playful teasing.

Your fingers on his chest twitch, walking up to the line of his collarbones and lingering on the base of his throat. Steve watches you closely, gaze a little hungrier than before, and then he huffs again, playfully slapping your hand away from his chest.

“Oh my god, I’ve created a monster!” He covers his face dramatically and throws his head back, egged on by the laughter that escapes you. The expanse of his throat is bared, hot tan skin that is begging to be littered with love bites. You take the thought and bookmark it, for later.

“C’mon then, boyfriend.” You say, just ‘cos you can. Steve grins. Your chest burns beautifully, in a way you never want to quench.

Besides, you can quell that hunger later. He is your boyfriend now, after all.

[the-patrex]

I have seen a LOT of discourse about the finale so here is my final opinion on it: I Liked it I thought it was Very Bad

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I know this is an incredibly late response but thank you @kingsunboo because I didn't know 'Dahlia' before this post and I googled it and I low-key feel compliment and surprised because it's such a sexy song omg???

It's also so SLythering coded and I was like DAMN, I wonder what aspects of my personality inspired yo to pick that song?

what are songs you associate/represent your moots?

Hi, thank you for this! So the lyrics have nothing to do with said representing, I chose most of the songs based on style and feeling, however a couple are associated with certain moots* for a specific reason (I didn't pick every song like that bc I felt it'd be too predictable.) I LOVE all these songs so much so my apologies if they're not your taste. I'd also like to encourage anyone who wasn't tagged to send me an ask if you'd like a song! Because I wanted to tag more honestly but I didn't want this to be super long sorry for BLABBING 😭

@peachesandghosts - About Her - Malcolm McLaren

@labradorite-princess - Salty - The Boyz

@whatudowhennooneseesyou - Dahlia - Gidle

@pocketsizeddemon - Falling Down - Oasis

@softyfor-sweaterpaws - Hey You - MCND

@hallmarkecard - Hello Hello - B.I.G*

@petunia1622 - Piece of Peace - Jhope

@changguscomet - Heat Waves - Glass Animals

@zeegeetee - Jigsaw Falling Into Place - Radiohead

@iwasforceedagainstmywill - Double Talk - Emily Osment

@ktsphere - Oceans Burning - The Horrors

@coooooooooooooulson - Will You Be My Girlfriend - M.O.N.T*

@lovepin - Board it Up - Nekokat

@punktheatrics - Tell Me - JBJ95

@otterlyadorablebrit - Bonnie and Clyde - Big Japan

@sehnisweet - Banquet (Phones Disco edit) - Bloc Party

[whatsfourteenupto]

What if Ruby is actually Palpatine’s daughter.

[lonelygodscompanion]

i have to say it was a crazy move on russell's part to have ruby go through her own version of turn left/the girl who waited FOUR episodes into knowing the doctor

[redeemed-wren]

I'm hoping episode 3 let's Ruby see the dark side of the Doctor. I feel that adds a very important dynamic to a Doctor-companion relationship, when they see how dark he can be and still choose to travel with him early on.

Rose watching Nine drag Cassandra back to die. Eleven yelling at Amy "Nobody human has anything to say to me today!" Donna begging Ten to stop drowning the spider babies, and then again to go back and save someone in Pompeii.

Fifteen has been FUN and I know he can do emotional range, I've seen his fear and his tears already. But I want to see him dark, and I want to see Ruby respond to that. I think it would add a LOT of depth to their relationship and is something missing.

Plus showcasing the Doctor's flaws (selfishness) will make him a much more interesting character. I want to see some conflict between the Doctor and Ruby.

[goldenshornyjail]

Angry Lovin' 🍑

Ruby: (visiting Blake and Yang’s new house) Wow, Yang! This place is super nice!

Yang: Thanks, Rubes! Took me a while to come up with the materials to build, but construction was easy.

Ruby: Not too stressful?

Yang: Nope! Best part about working on building stuff. You can destroy wrecked materials to blow off some steam.

Ruby: Speaking of stress. How's Blake’s new job-?

Blake: (damn near kicks in the door, fuming in anger)

Ruby: (jumps in terror)

Yang: Hey, baby, how was work?

Blake: (huffing and puffing as she storms passed Yang and Ruby without so much as a second glance) Eat my ass!!!

Yang & Ruby: (watch as Blake slams the door to a room down the hall)

Yang: .......Well! (Slaps her hands on her knees as she gets off the couch) I better tend to that.

Ruby: (stares at Yang incredulously) How?! I've never seen Blake that mad in my life!!!

Yang: Easy. (Pulls a bandana out of her pocket and ties it around her neck like a bib) When a woman invites you to dine, you never refuse.

Ruby: (dies as she watches Yang strut nonchalantly to the room Blake disappeared into and slowly puts on a pair of headphones to drown out the noise) ......I need therapy.....

[foolishlyzephyrus]

shout out to the classic who fans that got it right, sutekh was the correct choice of who was coming back

[sepiamestus]

Apologize to every teenage girl with a half angel half devil oc right now

[bastiodon8]

the player character (and protag of my verse's omega ruby) of my (to-be) omega ruby monotype bug run! everyone this is buzz fellheart and they're going to dominate the world with a wurmple, some other bugs, and it's own pure spite trust.