#sucvium

[empaath]

@sucvium​ sent :  ✩ Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair. ( mY HAND SLIPPED )

an  EXHALE  fell  from  his  lips  ,  head  leaning  back  into  touch  where  thin  gentle  fingers  carded  through  his  hair  ,  pulling  it  back  &&  playing  with  it  in  a  most  tender  of  manners  .  had  he  had  any  semblance  of  humanity  left  ,  he  was  SURE  that  he  would  have  had  more  of  a  reaction  .  but  the  softness  of  it  was  an  overwhelming  kindness  that  he  normally  would  not  let  himself  experience  .  for  all  he  had  done  ,  both  human  &&  the  first  eighty  years  of  this  life  ,  KINDNESS  was  something  that  he  bore  unto  others  in  priority  before  he  truly  let  it  overwhelm  himself  .  a  constant  feedback  loop  of  emotions  governed  the  very  climate  that  he  existed  .  if  others  were  unhappy  or  agitated  or  ...  or  anything  ,  it  was  his  duty  to  step  in  &&  settle  .  to  HELP  .  to  make  better  .

a  penance  .  a  punishment  .  so  a  slice  of  kindness  that  he  let  himself  relish  just  slightly  in  was  rare  &&  UNPRECEDENTED  &&  needed  .  as  he  exhaled  ,  he  closed  his  black  eyes  &&  leaned  into  the  touch  .  

[evermxre-a]

@sucvium asked :  “come over here and make me.” ( from belle )

                  CUTE SHIP STARTERS // ALWAYS ACCEPTING !!!

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adam could not help SMILING as she taunted him in such a manner. oh, she was such a little minx, sometimes. the prince crossed the grounds in long strides, a brow raised in amusement the entire time. why the hell she had insisted upon climbing a tree in the gardens, he had no idea ; an even better question was why she was so insistent upon having him up there with her, even if it was only to drag her down.                 “ you are going to fall and die up there, you know that, right? ”  he would ask once he was standing at the base of said tree, hands on his hips and cerulean gaze fixated upon her. “ it might teach you a lesson. or, i could get you down from there, and throw you over my shoulder. either one works. ”  cue the boyish simper.  “ however, i am not coming up there ; i’ll ruin my new jacket. ”  oh, he’s so dramatic.

[storieswrittcnarc]

@sucvium​ sent “IT’S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS…” ( yen to geralt)

send in "oh my god... what happened to you?!" for my muse to show up on your muse's doorstep in a badly injured state, looking for shelter and help.

alternatively, send in "it's not as bad as it looks..." for YOUR muse to show up on MY muse's doorstep in a badly injured state, looking for shelter and help.

Status: ACCEPTING

There is something PROTECTIVE that flares up within Geralt as soon as he sees her. She’s in BAD SHAPE, even if she says it’s not as bad as it looks - HE DOESN’T BELIEVE HER. “Yen....what happened?” It is asked softly, pushing back the ANGER he feels at whoever did this in order to move towards her, wrap an arm around her and gently guide her to sit down.

He has some swallow potions that she should be able to take - she’s not completely human, so it shouldn’t kill her. So, he’s standing up to go towards Roach to rummage through saddlebags where he would pull out a Swallow potion and return to her, offering it to her. “Here. Drink this.”

[bialyrzeznik-archived]

🐉 @sucvium  🐉

“Hm...-- you are NOT real, are you ?-”

                            Malicious beast she was, but oh so tempting to follow every step of,                                    as if the BOUND and DESTINY was slaving The Witcher’s SENSES.                                                        damn this woman ! 

Even his own dreams weren’t safe these days. A fog, which was circulating the torso of a mutant breezed the skin, while Geralt with nothing but stoicism - outside - and disorientation - inside- made his head title. 

“Yennefer... get out of my head.”

[writingxonthewall-archive]

@sucvium liked for a starter attn Bella

The music faded, but Edward kept Bella on his feet. He swayed with her to a now invisible melody. Everyone else had left the gazebo and went inside. They were, effectively, alone under the warm glow of the lights that had been strung up for the prom.

He held her close, savoring this moment. He hoped that she was too. It was important to him that she get to live more of the life that he never got to. He wanted better for her. He needed her to have the best life that he could give her and that meant keeping her alive. She deserved that much. 

Dipping to brush his lips against the soft, warm skin of her neck he whispered softly to her. “Is prom so bad after all?”

[createdmutant]

@sucvium​​ said: “ "I thought you'd be gone by now." ( hi idk random stuff, from yen “ { 🐺 x Random stuff in my inbox || always accepting x}

Yennefer of Vengerberg was known for rising late, oftentimes even past the afternoon. Geralt had to admit that he’d used that to his advantage on multiple occasions. Though, perhaps advantage was he wrong choice of words. Leaving her behind had never truly been to his advantage, only ever meant to be self-preservation. There was just something about her that drew him in, made him act in ways he’d never aced before, and it scared him. 

‘But a witcher is never scared!’ 

Well, this one was. And he’d given in to that fear more often than he’d like to admit. But he’d grown weary of running now, and could no longer find it in himself to disappear in the early hours of dawn, leaving behind nothing more than an impression in the sheets, and perhaps a small note. 

No, this time she found him still in bed next to her, chest rising and sinking steadily as he lay peacefully asleep next to her. It was her quiet voice that woke him up, long after the sun’s first rays had broken through the window. “Where else should I be?” A stupid question, given heir history. But his mind was still half-asleep, untouched by the tumultuousness of their relationship. 

One hand came up to comb through his, no doubt messy, hair, and he finally willed himself to open up his eyes. A brief silence as reality dawned on him, then Geralt turned his head only to have his gaze met by Yennefer’s. “Morning, Yen.”

[evermxre-a]

@sucvium asked :  “wait a minute. are you jealous?” ( from belle )

                   CUTE SHIP STARTERS // ALWAYS ACCEPTING !!!

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her words triggered a GROWL from the prince, hands gripping his book hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. no, no, no, of course he’s not jealous ; why on earth would she think THAT? he trusts belle wholeheartedly, yes... no cause for jealousy. yet, even though he trusts her, does not mean he trusts the other MEN that had been stealing glances at his bibliophile today. it does not mean that he trusts that damn cousin of his, who had insisted upon having belle show him around the gardens after lunch.        “ why do you ask? ”   he forced out, blue eyes finally rising to meet hers, though a muscle in his jaw TWITCHES with restrained emotion.  “ i’m fine, belle. really. ”  no, truth be told, he genuinely wants to rip his cousin limb-from-limb for staring at her in what was more than a polite way ( in adam’s mind, at least ), but belle need not know that.

[empaath]

@sucvium​ sent :  !!! : write a headcanon about our muses ( x3 )

jasper and bella bond over their love of motorbikes, history, books and love of the heat, one thing that they didn’t expect to bond over is horse-riding. bella had never had the chance to do it back in arizona, always fearing that she would fall off or the horse would hate her and everything in between. it was something she was always tremendously frightened of and unsure of. jasper has had a love of horses and ranches and he took her a few times and slowly she began to warm to the idea and eventually, she began riding behind him. there is also the added bonus that she gets to be near him.

whilst jasper has a much more soothing voice, he prefers it when bella actually reads out loud to him. bella gets embarrassed and sometimes trips over her words but jasper likes it. he finds the small pauses and stutters reflect the stories that they’re reading and how human it resounds with her. 

bella doesn’t realize that jasper can sing until early one morning. she finds him sitting by himself, singing. after a small conversation, she realizes that he actually can play the guitar, and becomes interested. jasper puts the guitar in her lap and uses her fingers to play, the first time she’s been able to play an instrument. he plays and hums along and she listens to the song. she immediately looks up the song and adds it to her ipod playlist