His Red (RP-Parody-Fan Acct)

@Red_RubyLucas: My Life: Then, Now, and Everything in between Read: tl.gd/n_1sqkqm8

@lissalet @lissafair @lissadove

It seems Snow’s been raiding the dwarves liquor stash again. 🤣

@lissalet There is no way I am a demon (Leo), and you are an Angel. This is fake news! 🤣

Reply from @Red_RubyLucas to @lissadove “Un-Happy Days Ahead” Read: tl.gd/n_1srp8bd

Double date? 😝

#truth! 🤣😜

Reply from @Red_RubyLucas to @OUaTPhantom “Haunted By A Ghost..." Read: tl.gd/n_1sris5s

~around the beautifully decorated bedroom of their Titanic suite, Snow took a deep breath, pressed her eyes shut and pulled the bureau door closed behind them…

~fixed) bureau door open. Taking a deep breath, Snow, using all of her strength, helped Ruby (though she didn’t know how much of growling woman leaning against her was still Ruby?) into the bureau before climbing in herself. Taking one last look~

~whose body, to Snows horror began to grow stronger. A sure sign the /turn/ was commencing. Snow, a fighter herself, half dragged Ruby to the bedroom of the suite. With one arm around Ruby, she used her free hand to /carefully/ pull the (newly~

~the crowds until they made their way to the corridor which housed their suite. Pulling Ruby to the door, she pushed it open and dragged a whimpering Ruby inside, not even bothering to close the door behind them. Snow tightened her grip on Ruby~

~mustered all of her strength to get her and Ruby down the corridors and to their suite. Though some passengers were clearly in panic mode, others milled past them as if the ship would merely need a bandaid and would be fine. Snow pushed through~

~their time was limited. Their time was in fact limited by both the wolf and the sinking ship. Snow quickly bid Mr. Andrews goodbye after insisting she did not need his assistance in getting Ruby back to their room to lie down, and with that, she~

~but was halted by an agonizing groan/growl from Ruby.* Snow, we have to hurry… It’s coming… She is coming… *Snow knew the ‘she’ Ruby spoke of was the werewolf. She could tell by the way Ruby’s body was beginning to violently jerk and spasm that~

~reply before telling him that having the designer of the world famous Titanic fix that bureau handle would bring them more joy than he could possible ever know. Mr. Andrews looked perplexed at that comment and began to open his mouth in question~

~unimportant right now, doesn’t it?” He met Snows eyes, his already lined with dark circles and lines from stress. “All I wanted was to build a beautiful, strong and /perfect/ ship for all people to enjoy.” Snow turned to him and spoke a passionate~

~apologize that it took me so long to get that bureau handle fixed for you ladies.” He shrugged sadly as he looked around the wall hangings and lights knocked loose and hanging askew from the impact of the ship hitting the iceberg. “It seems so~

~body began to tremble. She promised they would not dawdle and would return to the deck shortly and find a lifeboat. As Snow began to make her way down the corridor with Ruby leaning nearly her full weight on her, Mr. Andrews called to them. “I do~

~that Ruby was just a bit “seasick’ and needed to lie down for just a few moments. Upon promising they would only be a few moments, Andrews finally relented and stepped out of their path. Snow thanked him as she readjusted her grasp on Ruby whose~

~toppled over while holding Ruby who was one again ravaged by the pain of the onset of a shift as Mr. Andrews leaned in to help keep both women upright. “Is she alright? Was she hurt by the impact?” Andrews asked. Snow shook her head and explained~