The Witch Bay

Role Playing Blog. Multi Muse Open to Indie and Fandoms Multi-verse. Multiship Friendly OCs Welcome! Mun is 21+. Sideblog to thewitchbae

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[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you

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Captured Sentence Starters

May contain some uncomfortable scenarios.

“Thrash all you want, you can ever escape this cage.” 

“I’ve finally caught you.” 

“Aw, is it too tight? Good.” 

“You will never leave this place alive.” 

“You are a marvelous creature, trapped in such a small little cell.” 

“Let me go!” 

“You think you’ve won, huh?!” 

“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.” 

“You seem rather calm for being in your position.” 

“You can’t keep me in here forever!” 

“W-what are you going to do to me?” 

“I’ve been looking for something new to experiment on…” 

“What a fine specimen! Yes, you will do just fine.” 

“I won’t become some lab rat!” 

“As soon as I get my hands on you, you will regret trapping me in here.” 

“What…what is this place?” 

“Where am I?” 

“If you keep struggling, you may lose a limb.” 

“Please! You got to help me!” 

“I’ve done nothing wrong!” 

“If you answer a just a couple of questions, I may let you go.” 

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for something like you?” 

“You’ve hit the end of the road, ___.” 

“Do you really think bindings and bars will keep you safe?” 

“I will kill you!” 

“You are not quite reacting like I’d assumed…” 

!?+ add your own!

[yoursxcruelly]

Open starter

For: Anyone

Connections: Ex-wife, ex-husband, fwb, or anything you want

“I told you, yes I’m in the hospital, yes I was in a car accident, but I’m fine. Just a bad bump on the head” The detective starts into the phone, pressing the fingers of his left against his bandaged forehead. There were much more the injuries than just a lump on the skull, but his ex didn’t have to know that.

Raleigh winces, gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his shoulder. “No one was killed in the collision and insurance will pay for the damages, so let’s be thankful for that. You don’t have to come down here when it’s your weekend with the kid. I’ll figure this out and I’ll call a cab home from the hospital.”

[thewitchbay]

Lorelei sighs into the phone’s reciever, one high heel clicking against the floor as her leg bounces. She doesn’t believe him for a second, and for good reason. They were no longer married for a reason; least of all the fact that he was a detective, and she was a crime lord. “Raleigh, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand time:s the only way you’re going to die is if I kill you. So try to be a little less reckless, would you?” She quips through the phone, a glass of wine resting in her free hand. Her grey eyes flick to the door of her office at the mention of their child.

Lorelei knew that he knew she would never endanger their daughter; perhaps that was why he worked so hard whenever it was her weekend. So that there was no chance of it being her on the wrong side of the street. “At least let me send someone to take you home. You never can be too careful about whose car you get into these days.”

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𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙾.      𝙷𝚈𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳.    𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵, 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴.

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝙰𝙴.   𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾, 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶.   𝟷𝟾+ 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶.   𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳.   𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳.

[thewitchbay]

The streets were quiet tonight. The only sound the constant drip of rain hitting the pavement. The rain covers her tracks; any remaining blood left from her most recent turf war washed down the gutter. Steely grey eyes squint as she presses a slim hand into the wound in her side: applying pressure to try and stanch the bleeding as well as she can. Seether knows she needs to find a place to hide, to rest. Maybe even to get some help, loathe as she might be to admit it.

[parismemes]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

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(Bostwick Things)

Stranger Things Theme (c418 remix) x Into You - Ariana Grande

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[cheatc0des]

Um…..dam

[jturn]

This is the best remix of anything I’ve heard in a LONG time. LONG

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@firespinningpanda BRUH omg

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I’ve heard this and it’s LITTTTTTTT

[bassiter]

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Clair De Lune by Claude Debussy except you’re exploring a supposedly haunted cave at night, and it seems to just start playing somewhere in the depths. As you head toward the source of the music and as it gets louder, you begin to hear whispers.

[tag-your-oc]

Tag your OC who is ridiculously, insanely smart, but doesn’t act like it. 

 You know the one.

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Let's do a weird headcanon thing

Give me a character and I’ll tell you my headcanon for:

What they smell like:

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

What music they enjoy:

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

Their favorite thing to collect:

Left or right-handed:

Religion (if any):

Favorite sport:

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

Favorite kind of weather:

A weird/obscure fear they have:

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

[i-ve-been-up-in-the-air]

Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does … Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

Neil Gaiman - The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes and Nocturnes (via i-ve-been-up-in-the-air)

[thewitchbay]

Who are your muses on this blog?(im currently on mobile)

Several OCs (Seether, Trish, Ryurik, Gabriel). I’ve also had a Fem!Loki and Fem!Sherlock. Seether is probably my most used oc but I love all of them (Gabriel doesn’t have an info page yet but I’m working on it)All my OCs are technically connected but each rp is its own mini au and I have no problems doing any time/setting/aus that come my way. And it’s entirely possible that I’ll make up new OCs, but it’s hard to beat the oldies

[thewitchbay]

Also Umbra, who was originally a Transformer oc but I've humanized her before.

[thewitchbay]

Who are your muses on this blog?(im currently on mobile)

Several OCs (Seether, Trish, Ryurik, Gabriel). I've also had a Fem!Loki and Fem!Sherlock. Seether is probably my most used oc but I love all of them (Gabriel doesn't have an info page yet but I'm working on it)All my OCs are technically connected but each rp is its own mini au and I have no problems doing any time/setting/aus that come my way. And it's entirely possible that I'll make up new OCs, but it's hard to beat the oldies <3 I can elaborate more on each character if you'd like to keep sending asks or pm me :)

[felinenthusiast]

when you forget about an oc for an extended period of time

[thewitchbay]

A Different Meeting

[aquasweetie]

A Different Meeting

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seether. Although I do wish it was under more pleasant circumstances. I won’t ask what happened. I can see by everything you have on your that I would probably not want to know.” Amy laughed, quiet but mirthful. “Amy, and my sister Lily.” She said, gesturing to herself and then Lily who was mopping up the blood on the floor. “Adoptive sister if you’re confused as to why I’m Asian and she’s blonde and blue-eyed.” Lily chuckled before giving a cursory wave to her, trying to show in a look she was thankful for Seether keeping silent about her cage fighting hobby. Some things her sister didn’t need to know about. Amy stopped asking awhile ago where the injuries came from, although she still worried and fussed over Lily constantly when she got them.

Amy stood, throwing away the bloodied gloves and going behind the counter to get her some water. She brings it back and gestures to her technic. “You can use mine if you need.” She says simply as she hands Seether the glass of water. “Judging from everything you were carrying I doubt you’ll take it easy and let your wound heal but please do try. It’ll be a bummer if she has to re-do it after she worked so hard.” Lily sighed, shaking her head as she finished cleaning up and walking over to join them now. “Trust me. It sucks to re-do stitches after you rip them.” Lily said, grimacing at the memory. Amy just laughed again. “Well maybe if you listened to me and took it easy they wouldn’t rip out.”

[thewitchbay]

Seether thanks Amy softly and proceeds to down half of the glass in one gulp. “I usually don’t get to meet people on pleasant circumstances.” She says, but there’s a smile on her lips. Like its more of a joke then the semi sad truth. “And I wouldn’t have asked, I’m sort of adopted myself.” And what an odd family they all make. The Aufstand is more of a close knit, criminal family; it works for them, they look out for each other. Which is more than she can say for the Panzer. She can’t help but smirk just a bit at Lily’s look, give the dark headed woman a wink when Amy’s back was turned. “Thank you.” She repeats, and she does mean it. She’s gotten out of some tough binds before, but this almost seemed like the end. Which would be a shame, her wedding is in three months. “I’ll do my best, but I’m a restless soul. Good thing I have a high pain tolerance.” She gives Lily another look, she’s sure her cage fighting acquaintance can attest to that. She accepts the technic and slips it over her own wrist for the moment, using a throw away number just incase her new friends get too curious. She doesn’t want to think about what the Panzermensch would do to these two. The phone rings twice before Ryurik picks up, his voice stressed with worry and anger. Seether speaks rapidly in Russian until the voice on the line changes. “Lori, mi amore. What the fuck happened?!” “I’ll elaborate when I get home Gabriel.” “Where are you, are you hurt?” “I’m fine… in a loose sense of the word.” “Fuckers. I’ll have Castello come pick you up, stay on the line until she gets your location.” “Okay, liebechen. No need for the big guns yet, I’m safe. With some… friends.” “Friends?” “Nothing to worry yourself about.” “Fine, Castello has your location. ETA 20 minutes.” “Danke, Gabriel. I’ll be home soon.” She ends the call and slips the technic off her wrist, passing it back towards Amy and she pushes herself up onto her feet. “Worried boyfriends, you know how it is.” She says, brushing the whole thing off easily, smiling at the blonde beside her.

[thewitchbay]

A Different Meeting

The streets are quiet this time of night but the ringing in Seether’s ears is loud, louder than her own heartbeat. A heartbeat that is as heavy as it is sluggish, a heartbeat that is steadily causing her to bleed out. It was a lucky swipe that caught her abdomen, the knife was smooth and sharp; enough that all it took was a misstep from her and it had torn through her skin. She had managed to stay upright, something her attacker obviously had not expected when she grabbed his arm, tiny hands finding just the right pressure point to send pain shooting up his arm, the knife dropping uselessly on the ground. 

 She had retreated quickly, running as fast as her injury would allow, but she was paying that price now, stumbling dizzily down a street she didn’t recognize, her hands clutched over her stomach to try and stanch the flow of blood. She feels sluggish but her thoughts are quick and loud. Not like this, I’m not going down like this. She thinks of vivid blue eyes and grits her teeth, determined to get through this, if only to rub it in the Panzermensch’s face that she wouldn’t go down so easily. 

 Seether finally has to admit that she needs to rest, and she slumps down against the side of some shop or restaurant. She’s not paying attention to all the details. Distantly she recognizes voices but she’s really in no shape to defend herself.

@aquasweetie

[aquasweetie]

Radek was furious he let her get away. He had her. He had her, and she was injured and he still let her get away. But she looked pretty badly injured and as he reclaimed his knife and slipped into the busy streets and people without notice he wondered if that would be enough to do her in. Probably not. She seemed far too stubborn to let herself die like this.

It was quiet as Amy and Lily closed up the bakery and restaurant for the day, except for Lily’s music playing in the background. They switched off who controlled the music at the end of the day during clean up. Lily was a bit sluggish from a cage fight yesterday so she was moving a bit slower. The bastard got her good in the gut and it hurt a bit to breathe. She highly doubted anything was broken. Probably just bruised, but Amy finished before her and gathered up the bread and pastries she knew would be too stale to sell tomorrow and grabbed her coat to head outside. It was normal for her that if she couldn’t sell pastries or bread and if they would otherwise get thrown away she made a point to go to areas of town where she knew she could give them to people less fortunate who didn’t mind that it wasn’t taken out of the oven five minutes ago because it was free and it was sustenance. As she walked out the door she immediately saw Seether, The bright red smeared across her stomach and hands was easy to see. “L-Lily!” She shouted immediately, kneeling down to get to eye level and look at her. “Grab the first aid kit I have especially for you!” Amy shouted, wrapping an arm around Seether and trying to help her up and get her inside. It didn’t occur to her how she got these injuries or if she was a bad person or not. She just knew she needed help.

Lily responded immediately, worried Amy had gotten hurt but once she saw Seether she both was relieved and tensed up. She recognized her from the cage fights but that didn’t look like a cage fight wound. She also didn’t look to be in any shape to spill the beans that she fought in cage matches to Amy. Without a word she ran upstairs to their house on top of the restaurant and grabbed her first aid kit. The one in the restaurant was geared towards general injuries and spills and burns that could happen, but Amy took the time to make one specifically for Lily, which meant it had supplies to take care of more serious injuries that could require stitches, stop heavy bleeding, etc.

As Lily came back down she drew the blinds so no one could see inside the shop and brought the kit to Amy who already had Seether’s shirt off and was trying to explain to her what she was going to do. “I’m going to apply an anesthetic and a cleaning agent to clean the wound and numb it because I’m going to have to give you stitches alright?” Amy said, quite calm despite how she normally acted. She had a caring personality and she often took care of people when she could, whether it was Lily or Radek. Between the two of them she could probably give someone stitches in her sleep. “Is that alright with you? What’s your name? I’m Amy and this is Lily.” She added, trying to keep her talking as she put on a pair of sterile gloves in the kit to prevent her from getting bacteria in the wound. Once she received Seether’s permission she began with the cleaning agent, giving a quick apology about the pain before she applied it to the wound and then quickly went in with the anesthetic, Lily handing her supplies as she went along. Once Amy began stitching up the wound Lily moved around to lift up Seether’s head and place it in her lap so her head was a little elevated. Amy counted off aloud as she went. “…13, 14, 15, 16. Done.” Amy said more cheerfully as she tied off the ends. She began placing the gauze over the wound, quite happy to see the bleeding was slowing down radically now that the wound was pretty much shut. Lily took that as her cue to begin cleaning up the blood that was on their floor now. “Is there someone you need to call or anything? Also I can get you something to drink and some food if you want. It’s important to drink water and eat food to make it easier on your body after losing so much blood.” Amy said.

[thewitchbay]

Seether blinks up as someone comes into her vision; they kneel down and she’s met with big blue eyes. But they’re softer, not like Radek’s. These eyes don’t make her angry like his do. The word ‘first aid kit’ are as welcome as a warm breeze to her ears and as the woman in front of her helps her into the building she lets herself relax just a tad. Maybe its the blood loss that lets her put her guard down so easily.

Undressing Seether was probably easier said then done: trench coat, turtle neck, belts, enough knives and spare ammo to put down an elephant. She had come prepared for a fight, but that hadn’t helped her very much when she had been out numbered. And they had the element of surprise on their side, these strike missions were quite possibly going to be the death of her.

“That’s fine.” She answers, only barely registering the words coming from Amy’s mouth. Her spacial awareness is dimming, but there’s definitely someone else in the restaurant. She hears the footsteps and the closing of blinds and even though she’s not a modest person she can’t help but feel a little bit of safety knowing that no one else will see her this weak.

“My name-“ She hesitates for a moment, it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to go by her street name. But its never a great idea to give your name out to strangers either. “Just call me Seether.” If that gives away just who and what she is, that’s fine. They have every right not to help her.

Sixteen stitches was nothing to sniff at, though she does wonder how a baker gets such good anesthetics. Just a little bit of blood seeps through the gauze, staining it a brilliant red. More of that same red was all over the streets and sidewalks. Fucking Panzermensch. “Thank you.” She says, albeit roughly. She’s not used to kindness from total strangers. “I uh, didn’t catch your name earlier.”

Her throat does feel rough but the thought of food does not do nice things to her insides at the moment. “Just some water right now, it thats alright.” At the suggestion of calling someone, her left wrist twitches. They had broken her techinc, Trish was going to be pissed. “I should let my brother know where I am.” She offers, standing up, keeping a hand pressed to her side. Just in case.

Her eyesight has definitely improved from the pained haze she was looking through earlier and she finally gets a good look at Lily. She meets the again woman’s eyes and raises one eyebrow just a tad. Seether doubts the little blonde woman that just helped her has ever been exposed to cage fights. She smart enough not to say anything though, she won’t spill Lily’s secrets if Lily doesn’t spill hers.