#redbraids

[artyrae]

So I definitely went a different route with this months redraw, but here’s a dramatic portrait of my OC Lily 😁❤️

[sirensought]

@redbraid  sent  ;  ‘ would you like to dance? ’

if  it  had  been  anyone  else  who  had  uttered  those  words,   anyone,   eric  would  cordially  and  politely  have  to  decline.  he  wasn't  a  dancer.  it  wasn't  that  he  didn't  know  how,  he'd  been  trained  in  the  art  from  a  young  age.  all  a  part  of  being  raised  a  royal.  on  occasion,  when  he  couldn't  find  a  way  out  of  the  activity,  he'd  been  told  how  good  a  dancer  he  was  but  he  was  never  sure  if  the  compliment  was  sincere  or  simply  flattery,  an  attempt  to  gain  his  affection.  even  if  he  was  skilled  at  it,  that  didn't  mean  he  had  to  enjoy  it.  he  usually  did  not.  

but  this  wasn't  just  anyone.  this  was  jessie.  jessie. . .  the  woman  he'd  do  absolutely  anything  for.  eric  would  go  to  the  ends  of  the  earth  for  jessie  if  she  so  asked.  even  so,  the  offer  makes  his  heart  flutter.  brings  a  faint  pink  tint  to  his  cheeks.   

❛ with  you, ❜  a  soft  smile  adorns  his  expression,  ❛ i  would  be  delighted  to. ❜  his  hand  extends  to  take  hers. 

[saburaito]

“ Yes , the one to the left.” Jessie says back , eyes staying fixed on Sabu rather than peering around the room like usual. They’re at a meeting disguised as a fancy party. “He looks like he’s going to eat me.” Said in broken Japanese, but he got the picture. She’d reach for him if it wasn’t completely inappropriate to hug and hold onto your boss, so instead she clasps her hands together in front of her and stays still at his side. Jessie’s still new to the role change, being in the open rather than behind the scenes, so she smiles and acts like arm candy while laughing along to jokes that weren’t funny. Jessie’s bugged, microphone and recorder taped to her back so she can analyze everything later back at the house to see if she missed anything further. Lots of meetings weren’t peaceful, but Jessie hoped that it would be quiet enough so that she didn’t have to start clawing at faces or having to call their driver. “Should I get you a drink or should we be on the buddy system all night?” In other words, could Jessie go explore without being needed for a little bit so she can steal something?

his suspicions were confirmed with her words, knowing that there was a face in the room that didn't seem to like their pairing. it wasn't all that surprising, seeing as they were an odd group to be together. they are forced to act completely at ends with one another, as a boss & his underling. but that wasn't new to SABU, he was used to this behavior. usually, he had one of his men with him at these sort of meetings. though today, they would not have brought him any more use than himself. she was something special to him, having the perfect set of skills to assist him in understanding the group. her microphone was in place, set to pick up any of the chatter that was going on in the room. they would review it together later, seeing how much of it that SABU could recall on his own, then fill in the blanks with her knowledge.

❝ feel free to wander, i don't think that the threat is so high. he wouldn't dare make a move in front of all these people. ❞ speaking from hopefulness, rather than surety. there was plenty of nice things to be stolen, plenty of useful knowledge to be had. sending her off on her own would have been a practical way of doing things. ❝ if anything goes wrong, come back to me. ❞ it's not to say that he doesn't have any concealed weapons in the case that something goes awry, the same for @redbraid. they had come prepared for anything.

[florencc]

@redbraid : ❝ you look good. ❞

without thinking, florence’s hand came up to brush against the side of her face, carefully tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. she’d never been great at taking a compliment, a comment on her previous life being forced to bend and change for a man who always told her that she was never quite enough. but this was different, kind, genuine. “that’s really nice of you to say so, thank you.” hands pushed down at the front of her dress, a new choice of outfit for florence who spent most of her time in tailored trousers of some sort. “It’s not too much, is it? It’s been so long since I’ve had any sort of occasion to dress up for that I have no clue what sort of thing to wear ––"

[luminescenc1e]

Fingers curl into a fist, short nails digging into flesh and he feels the blood pool beneath his fingers. A swift hit and it lands. It hurts more than it should, more than he cares to admit, more than he will ever voice. That was the intent behind that short little jab. “ And why is that? You’re off to bigger and better things? And what? You think I’ll stop you…why would I? I didn’t force you to be here in the first place, why would I force you to stay? ”

A part of him wants to do just that. That vengeful horrible part that breaks things first and regrets it later. But there’s pride here too, EGO more so. He had allowed himself a small window of being vulnerable, open. And now she had shattered that with just one small sentence. It’s tumultuous, the things that he’s feeling. Wants to rip the room to shreds, wants to bite her only so she’d have to beg him for his blood before she dies.

Wants to put a stake right through her heart so she knows how he feels, knowing that he would instantly regret it. Unlike his siblings, she would wake up if he took it out so instead he walks over to the tall open windows and the line of bottles, and pours himself a drink. The blood in his palm has long sealed, but there is some blood dripping down his wrist. “ Go, leave. Have at it! Far be it from me to stop you from reaching your pitiful potential. ”

redbraid asked: ❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜ klaus / MEME

[hookd]

@redbraid sent: " palm ( sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something ) " ( ' non-verbal angst prompts ' )

he wants to start a fight. he would really love to start a fight. someone pushes past him and he turns, ready to do just that, when he feels a hand on his shoulder. he stiffens, but he stays, turning to the source of the hand, to jessie. he sighs, big and dramatic, making very clear how much he would really rather like to cause trouble, and how much he doesn't want to behave, but he will, because she's asking him to. "fine."

[malka-lisitsa]

offers katherine a blood filled pie 🥧

"A....."

"I have so many questions..."

"Is it cooked? Is it a solid mass of red blood cells... or is it a literal liquid pie? Is it blood and meat? Is the whole thing raw? Did you make the pie crust first then just pour blood through the holes? What possessed you to attempt to make a blood pie? Is there a vampire Betty Crocker out there with a cookbook full of questionable recipes or..?"

[g0dforb1d]

“well, good morning sunshine!”

@redbraid

Iggy’s eye twitches before she manages to blink at her early morning guest. …Crash’s girlfriend….

“Good morning,” It’s said flatly, she was more caught off guard by how cheery the other sounded rather than disturbed. She’s hunchbacked and spidery as she blinks again as if trying to get her eyes to focus in the bright light of the led lights that Iggy and Crash both decided were cheaper than actual overhead lights.

“Did…did you sleep well?” She’s trying her best.

[lcngdays-arc]

@redbraid was complimented

"your hair is really pretty. how do you, um... get it so shiny?" Kennedy's own red hair was dull, greasy and was well past needing a wash. They wear it down, mostly covering their face, but they offer a thin smile all the same.

[artyrae]

"Survival"

[sirensought]

@redbraid  sent  ;  jessie makes eric soup when he’s sick hiii <3

his  throat  is  raw,  feels  as  if  it's  on  fire.  he's  desperately  fighting  back  coughs—  both  to  uphold  the  lie  that  he'd  told  about  not  being  sick  and  because  at  this  point  it  just  hurt  too  damn  much  to  keep  coughing.  hands  cling  to  the  blanket  draped  around  his  shoulders  to  help  with  the  chill  he  was  adamant  he  wasn't  feeling.  then  there  was  the  pounding  in  his  head  made  worse  by  the  sounds  of  her  puttering  around  the  kitchen.  metal  pans  clattering,  spoons  scraping  against  pots—  none  of  it  helping,  but  he  wouldn't  think  to  complain  about  it.  not  when  he  knew  there  were  a  million  other  things  she  could  be  doing—  would  rather  be  doing—  than  taking  care  of  him.  

❛ jess. . . ❜   he  sniffles,  ❛ you  don't  have  to  make  this  much  of  a  fuss  over  me. ❜  voice  basically  a  croak.  bleary  eyes  fight  to  remain  open  but  refuse  to  look  away  from  the  redhead  before  him.  ❛ at  least  tell  me  that  soup  is  vegetarian  so  i  won't  be  alone  in  eating  it. ❜

[nuks]

∗ 74: sender cares for receiver while they’re sick . (Darlene) ✉️ nonverbal prompts: accepting ! ˖*

     ❛❛   Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing?   ❜❜     Darlene drawls sleepily, sniffling as she sits up, smiling gratefully as she takes the bowl of freshly made soup from the other woman. Darlene sighs out contently, raising the spoon to her lips before blowing gently and sipping the soup with a soft curve to her lips. She hums, brows shooting up.     ❛❛   Gosh, you did such a good job- it tastes just like my papa used to make.   ❜❜     She admonishes, taking another spoonful of the soup, which is doing wonders in soothing the sting in her throat. Darlene smiles up at Jessie with sparkling eyes.     ❛❛   Thank you, darlin'.   ❜❜ @redbraid

[saburaito]

did you see the way he looked at me ?

HER VOICE IS LOW, COMMENTING IN A LANGUAGE THAT ONLY HE CAN UNDERSTAND. he takes a look in the other's direction, only a short side glance. wanting to capture a taste of what this look she was referring to was. she might not have looked like she belonged there, but she was his plus one to the event, someone that he needed by his side if he was to understand what the lot of them were talking about. they had the upperhand of being able to speak between themselves without anyone being able to read the lines of their conversation. SABU'S VOICE gave away no feeling of emotion, they wouldn't know what he was talking about with her. even if she sounded distressed in the moment, he was capable of remaining calm in any situation.

❝ the one to the left? i didn't notice, ❞ he speaks cautioned words for her, basic enough that she would be able to understand him. he can't cross a certain line, or else they would be jumbled. ❝ what would you say that look was? distaste? distain? murderous? they might not like that you are here with me. we knew that before you came. ❞ he's no fool, they likely wanted him to misunderstand them, to agree to something that he didn't understand the terms of. but SABU was not so foolish that he would run into anything blind. he knew better than to trust those that would try to make a mockery of him & his knowledge. ❝ keep your wits about you, not all meetings are peaceful. ❞

[muutosarchive]

worst case (well far from worst), but a bad fuckin' thing is, having someone recognize you on a job. &. he'd excused himself before she had the chance to come interrupt the proceedings, perhaps ruining this four page monologue he'd had to read for four fucking days. hands part crowd before plucking cigarette from moistened lip as he approaches jessie with his hair fanning face. boyish, no-business. even when there's supposed to be.

"hey - you can't be here, alright? &. if you are, we don't know each other." he gesticulates with palms forward in explanation. "anyone asks, i just came over here to grab your ass, &. you told me to fuck off, or somethin' --"

🍒 @redbraid ↪ asked for orange

[godstrayed]

i'm obviously coming with you . (gadiel)

memes. ╱ always accepting.

　"Are you?" She was greatly mistaken if she thought for a second Gadiel was going to accept company. The last thing he needed was anyone else traveling alongside him. He was content with his solitude and the peace that came with it. He's had companions before. And each had turned disastrous as the last. "I have no intentions of babysitting you. So turn around and come from the direction you came from. We're not friends."

[hookd]

@redbraid sent: " glide ( sender runs their fingers through the length of the receiver’s hair. ) " ( ' things done with hair ' )

jessie's fingers go through his hair, and it's like a switch is flipped inside of him, eyes closing as his mind goes silent. there's a hum in his chest (if he could purr, he would), a hand going up to rest gently on her arm. "hi," he says softly, thumb rubbing at her skin.