#seacache

[lovemartyred]

[raphael] ❝ what do you need from me? ❞

Shame makes her footsteps falter. 

Jane remembers a time when they were friends, and when they understood each other. Now, the thought of being in a room alone with Raphael fills her with dread. How is she supposed to fill all that silence with things he’ll actually listen to, and find sincere? Lately, whenever she says anything to him, she’s met with silence, or open disdain. Today, he appears to have opted for a smooth blend of both.

But in Raphael’s defence, lately she has exclusively spoken to him about her husband, or to ask something of him. She hadn’t realised that it had become that obvious, or that he would be offended by this new dynamic; after all, if he won’t be her friend anymore, then he has to accept his role of just the help, and see if he likes that any better. Secretly, she hopes it’ll make him change his mind, forcing his forgiveness. Deep down, she knows he’s too proud for that.

“Do I have to need something to come and find you?” she asks. They both know that she’s just putting off her real request. 

Jane trots further into the room, swamped by an over-expensive dress that hardly even suits her. She has decided not to think about how her husband makes the money that keeps her in such fine things, which explains why she tries her hardest to not look Raphael in the eye, even as she asks him for something.

“I want to learn how to navigate, and I’d like you to teach me,” she says. Sensing refusal, she continues. “All the maps I have of this place, they’re... Well, none of them are the same, and so I can’t make sense of them.”

His silence unnerves her. She scowls. “Oh, Raphael. Stop making it all so difficult for us both.”

#seacache #ah! she's still a dick #verse / bedlam stacks. #seacache / raphael.

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

i just remembered i dreamt of you when i napped earlier but i dont remember ANYTHING except that you had a really cool spiky collar and made me some kind of big blue mask thing?? and then we went into an elevator which broke down and rolled us onto the tracks of the london underground and there were Giant Rats everywhere the end

I just wheezed so loud my cat jumped owiskrjjejdnd

DREAM ME IS COMING AND IS ALSO MUCH MORE GOTH I LOVE IT

Let’s fight the rats! Let’s fight the rats!

#ooc #seacache

[eilidhink]

[geralt] "Witcher mutations. They strip us of emotion. I'd be jumping for joy otherwise." [ fhfkjsfnfj ]

"Has anyone ever told you you’re a sarcastic bastard?” Eilidh grinned, being rather fond of sarcastic bastards. “Anyway you should be fuckin’ joyful, it’s a treasure worth losin’ your fuckin’ dignity over if you can slay the sea monster guardin’ it.” She hesitated over a sip of rum and narrowed her eyes at him. “You can handle sea monsters, right? If you tell me you cannae swim, I’m goin’ to regret buyin’ you that drink.”

#seacache: geralt #seacache

[auroradicit]

@seacache

xkit shat the bed so I can’t reply to your reply BUT

Priscilla is a goddamn drama queen who would adore being proposed to over and over. Consider: these two, and Jaskier’s thing is proposing anytime he feels particularly love-struck and he always acts like it’s a huge deal when she says yes

(the number of free drinks they get as a newly engaged couple is, of course, either incidental or entirely the point depending on whether they’re together)

#seacache #DROPS THIS HEADCANON AND RUNS IT'S CUTE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

[secondhandmckie]

Geralt doesn't protest when she crawls into his tent, or when she moves over him and kisses him. But when she sits up like she's about to undress, Geralt grabs her wrist gently, halting her. "We probably shouldn't," he rumbles. His pupils are huge in the dark. "You aren't--okay."

Oh Snap

There wasn’t any real rhyme or reason for Molly’s feet to have been pointed to Geralt’s tent--and less still for why she’d entered in the first place. Her mind was heavy, her shoulders tense and aching from the weight and expectation of her title, even here in the encampment, where they were little more than refugees and fugitives. She was still looked to for the final word, for guidance and reassurance, and frankly...Molly was exhausted. For just one moment, she didn’t want to be the Queen. For just one moment, she hadn’t wanted to think.

While there was still very little Molly knew of the Witcher, she knew he was safe. With Geralt, she was no more simply the Queen than he was simply the Witcher, however they’d been taught to believe otherwise.

So, she’d snuck inside the tent, kissed him, content to lose herself with what felt Safe. Egged on by the touch, Molly had leaned back, finally leaving the responsibilities to the outside world--

At least until he’d halted her hands. She did stop, then, breathless as she looked down to him.

You aren’t okay.

She huffed out a laugh, mirthless. “And you are..?”

He was right, of course. This wasn’t the way. This wasn’t any way, least of all for her. Naturally, the rejection stung, as did his perceptiveness, but that was something for her to mine through alone in her own tent. Not while she sat straddling the Witcher. She’d simply...misread. Her hands moved to cover her face for the moment as she inhaled, and began to withdraw.

“I apologize--g-ds, I’m sorry. You are right, this isn’t...I’m sorry.”

#;geralt #seacache #v; the lionheart #sub v; the lost queen #h-hey #m vc: no I'm not running with my tail between my legs #m vc: how dare you think such a thing as I run with my tail between my legs

[alieninterests]

@seacache

🎁 – a kiss as a reward [ i have NO braincells rn so pls give to me a randomized muse smooch? ]

8. Jaskier 14. The Iron Bull

(I had to do this twice because the first time it was like THE SERPENT and RABBIT and I was like aww that’s nice but also not as exciting as RANDOM)

The bard is tiny and, as far as the Iron Bull can tell, belongs to someone else. Someone beefier, someone who would put up a good fight if need be-- but not for small slights. Bull had playfully harassed the bard in the tavern, requesting songs in ways that weren’t exactly requesting.          (Chief, you’re gonna make the man piss himself)

Ahhh, Krem.       Always looking out for the state of another man’s pants.

But after the third round of the same bawdy ballad that made a few of the tavern’s regular’s ears turn red, Iron Bull laughed and leaned forward to pat Jaskier’s cheek with giant hands before leaning down to press a firm (if chaste) kiss to the bard’s lips.

            It would no doubt taste of the paint thinner-esque alcohol Bull and his chargers had emptied from it’s barrel.

“If you wanna do some real work away from Creepy over there, you know where to find us.”

Another pat to the cheek and Bull laughs, turning back towards his mercenary band with mirth and cheer.

#ch; The Iron Bull #seacache #seacache; Jaskier

[asoulofstars]

[ for the audio recording meme: what are riona and sawyer's favourite things about one another? ]

HAVE A THREE MINUTE RAMBLE

Key Points: Sawyer likes Riona’s fidgets, her nose wrinkles when she’s in thoughts, and the way she bites her lip. Riona likes that she’s His Exception (TM) to a lot of things, how soft he is with her, and that he pulls her into his left side to cuddle. She also very much enjoys her nickname from him.

THEY ARE MY CHILDREN.

#seacache #stardust (ooc) #otp: the princess and her asshole

[intothewildsea]

Geralt doesn't sink into her arms so much as he /flops/ into them, complete with a muffled grunt as he knocks the breath out of himself in doing so. "Long day," he says, muffled by Niamh's hair. [ it's hug time ]

She lets out a soft oof as he flops onto her. The soft blankets of the bed poof up around them. Wriggling underneath him, she manages to get her arms out so she can wrap them around him. She rubs a soothing palm up and down his back.

Niamh stays quiet. She knows that he just needs to decompress, to have a few moments of peace. She understands what it’s like. So they just lie there, with the evening sun filtering in through the old curtains, bathing them in an orange glow.

@seacache

#seacache #answered;; #[i'm too lazy to do a seperate post lmao] #[but here is SOFT!!!]

[coming-xf-age-archive]

[isaiah @ philip] “Everything’s a nail, is it, mister hammerhead?" [ isaiah: i am begging you to think about your actions just once ]

Philip scowls, but he has no retort this time around. Tears of frustration well up when he can’t snap back at Isaiah, and instead opts to kick something nearby as an outlet, as well as a show of how upset he is.

“It’s not fair!” he eventually lets out. “They never get punished for anything they do, but I’m always the one getting into trouble! All the other parents say it’s my fault, and that their ‘precious angels’ would never start anything, but they’re wrong! Why can’t you see that!?”

#philip: BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I THINK ABOUT ANYTHING EVER #seacache #answered

[metalzerotruck]

seacache said:

i dare truck to kiss harry or raphael bc they all deserve it

"Just gonna go in and do some of the cleaning,” Truck mused. He’d rather do that than sit and wait; it would be nice to have something to occupy his hands and mind. He leaned over and kissed Harry, who was trying to coax a small bird to come a bit closer, before getting up and brushing the grass off his clothes. “Come in before it gets to cold,” he reminded him. 

“You, too.” Truck down to press a kiss to Raphael’s very still temple. “Might even make some dinner, if you don’t come in and scold me for putting myself to work first,” he warned, hoping very much for a scolding in short order.

#seacache #well that was not sexy at all

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

“I’ll have one, please” [ just fuck the serpent darcy just do it it's got a humanoid form and everything. what ELSE are those horns for but for holding onto, really ]

What else are those horns for but holding, and directing, and stroking with strange awe, dancing along with fear?

-- Darcy knows it is the creature that lurks through her nightmares, but in the logic of dreams, this only seems to make the appeal, the submission, that more delicious. It was okay to give in during dreams; a harmless fantasy that couldn’t hurt anyone in the confines of her sleeping mind.

But when it leaves her at the dawn and she doesn’t wake up the terror sets in cold and biting and unlike the pleasant prickles of promise from the night before; it had not come to her in her dreams, but had come to her; in her; on her; with her.

It had gorged itself on her dreams; nightmares and fantasies, all.

#nsf.w #I guess #there's not really much smutty here but #also Rabbit angry off in the distance like #I HAVE ONE FRIEND AND YOU FUCKED IT #seacache; the serpent #monster fucking tw #kind of dubious consent? #I mean Darcy was into it but also she was like lol this a dream #so????? #seacache

[auroradicit]

Priscilla has appeared! What to do?

Cuddle

Propose

Throw salt

Run away

#p....pwease #witcher rp #c: darling I am the original (Priscilla) #this is for #seacache #also lbrh

[secondhandmckie]

[yeehaw!lyall @ molly] ❛ i could do with a warm body next to me.❜ [ listen she was canonically alive during this time period ]

Western Meme

“Is that so?” Molly couldn’t help the flipping of her belly as this...what did they call them? In the adventure stories she soaked up every chance she could. An Amazon. This was like standing in the shadow of an Amazonian woman, quite literally. No person deserved to be that tall.

She adjusted her hat, trying to hide the blush creeping along her features. “Well, stick around, stranger.” She managed after a moment, her lips quirking as she moved to step around Lyall. “Someone’ll likely drop dead here soon. Nice n’ warm for you.”

#;lyall #seacache #v; the one where yeehaw #every time Molly compares Lyall to something like an Amazon: /girl/

[alieninterests]

flint is unfortunately Not going to kiss the bull. he is, however, going to bristle and stand too close to him whilst delivering his like, fifth speech of the day or whatever. the general message of this speech is 'fuck around and find out'.

The Iron Bull is listening.

He is.

But he’s making it a grand show of not listening. He is talented in multitasking, of course, but there’s that red hair just, like right there-- its long enough to run his thick fingers through, just long enough to tug and this thought process is evidently clear on his face, lips twisted up into a self-satisfied smirk.

If Iron Bull can be read like a book, it’s because he wants to be read.

And in BOLD ITALICS, he reads 

I WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

#seacache; Flint #Ch; The Iron Bull #seacache

[xdauthra]

[the serpent] "you could do it. bring them to their knees, head bowed and fists bleeding. MAKE them repent."

She measures things in counts of six. Six feet below the earth, six inches above the top soil, six croissants in the morning, six cups of water she still forces down her throat.

It is a compulsion; one of an origin she cannot place.

Rabbit lets herself breath in and out six times before she can answer the beast of nightmares that has made her its part time home.

“I want it.”            A breath, a prayer.            She yearns for that dream, that outcome; has it feasted on this scenario as a nightmare from her family’s heart?

Her fingers splay against it’s dark scales, adoration and unearthly desire vibrating in her soul.

“How?        How?”

#seacache; Ther Serpent #seacache

[asoulofstars]

Also, I just want to give a shout-out to @seacache who started the day with yelling with me about Riona and her trauma, and then when I got home from doing horse stuff & running errands again did both in character and out of character stuff related to Riona and her trauma, and just like. Malakh is so great to talk with about trauma and mental health stuff re: the muses.

#stardust (ooc) #seacache #the stars twinkle for them (promo)