#redbraid

[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. 

[svjetllost]

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

[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.

[bodyhorrorsa]

∗ 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

[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

[artyrae]

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

[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."

[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. ❜

[chlorinesiren]

i'll play the guitar at you.

“That’s the weirdest threat I’ve gotten in a while.” Normally, Ren would be annoyed by such a comment, but she had a soft spot for pretty girls with red hair. Jessie wasn’t like Cathy. Not in the slightest. Their similarities started and ended at their hair color, but something about Jessie was intriguing to Ren. “Anything but Wonderwall, please.”

[gemistellium]

bites ethan gently <3

ETHAN BLINKS, FAINT AMUSEMENT flickering across his features.

“Oh—” He says softly, “—hello to you too, Jess.”

╰► @redbraid

[lsdambitions]

@redbraid asked: look! i painted a picture of you!

PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION || accepting

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃. lilith was a massive fan of art, so to be painted made a sense of delight go through her. it made her feel warm, and seeing that the other girl had clearly put so much effort into it made her feel happy too - appreciated. long fingers reached to pull her phone out of her pocket before she even began to speak. ❝ oh this is amazing! thank you so much! i have to show this to saylor and the boys immediately. they're going to be amazed. ❞

as she snapped the picture of the painting to send to the group chat, her eyes flicked up to meet the others. ❝ you're really good. have you ever thought of doing commissions, or selling your work? local artists are blowing up all over the world right now, i think people would love your art. ❞

[sonnenreich]

⸻ @redbraid [ . . . ] manifesting spell with intention *.;   ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀  ⠀    ⠀  ⠀  ⠀       ⠀ “ wait , wait , wait ! i'm coming with you ! ”

That was strange. He knew people tended to stick to him, drawn to his capturing aura like a warm summer day after months of heavy clouds and cold isolation. Jessica — as he had previously learned — didn’t seem to be any different in these regards. However, she didn’t seem like she wanted to follow him due to otherworldly influences. The blonde was sure that she wasn’t the type of girl to let naivety lead her every move. Following a stranger into the woods wasn’t truly what a clever girl should do. Which made him wonder what she was trying to escape from if following him was the better option. 

  ⠀The witcher sighed heavily, yet smiled encouragingly. He moved with a sense of intrepidity, despite knowing just as little about her as she knew about him. 

  ⠀“Not used to women following strange men voluntarily into dark places”, he chuckled, making sure to walk beside her rather than ahead, refusing to turn his back on her. “And I feel like you aren’t either. Are you on the run?”

[g0dforb1d]

“aw, your handwriting is so cute.”

@redbraid

Crash tries to shrug her off of his shoulders as he hunched over more, the thick grease paint already melting off of his face as he tried to write the setlist for the night. Ironically, he’s insecure of his almost perfect penmanship. His aunts and older girl cousins were the ones that helped with his hand writing which led to rather frilly writing especially when it came to dotting his eyes and how curly the ends of some of his letters were.

“Leave it alone,” He warned, eyebrows scrunching as he finished the list of rather violent song titles. Especially since a couple of his ‘i’s were erased and rewritten without the hearts instead of almost perfect circles.

[heroyne]

starter call [ closed ] // @redbraid

danbi nearly tears a hole into the space-time continuum, the stars in her eyes transforming into swirling galaxies and blasted supernovas – horses? why, the sole experience she had with such creatures was in the circus: a brief caress of whiskered noses, the crunch of carrots and her echoed giggles. she curls her fingers into jessica’s shoulder, a gentle yet exuberated touch, and leaps. 

“we’re gonna ride horses? i love horses!” from her brief experiences with most things, it’s safe to assume she loves them too. “you’re gonna teach me, right?”

because, of course, danbi’s never been a rider. not even an acrobatic accessory, though she would dream of such endeavors in a time long before she went into theatre instead – a girl can imagine. she opens her eyes wide, an almost child-like wonder behind mismatched irises, and smiles even wider.

“this is gonna be so much fun!”