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Lack of Sleep Starters!

pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.

When was the last time you actually got some rest?

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.

Look at you! You're spilling coffee.

You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.

Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?

It's 4am. You need sleep.

You're safe here. You can rest now.

I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.

Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.

This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.

I'll carry you to bed if I have to.

Do I need to baby you?

Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!

You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.

Go. To. Bed. That's an order.

I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.

Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?

Want me to tuck you in, too?

I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.

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honestly she just wants to see the boat

that's so many bingos??? A SIGN???

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but it's on sight. she will drown him.

yeah drown him!! GET IT GURL

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THEM??? them.

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DING DING DING!!! we have a winner

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in their verse? she absolutely clears the board. lmfaoooooo!

THE CLEAN SWEEP

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𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦:  [  𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚝   ♡   𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗  𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢  ] only @seasailed may reblog.

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───DARK  EYES  STUDIED  THE  SIREN  with  utmost  curiosity  as  her  delicate  fingers  tapped  lightly  against  her  plump  lower  lip.  More  often  than  he  would  ever  have  admitted  aloud,  he’d  fantasized  about  those  lips  and  wondered  what  they  would  feel  like  against  his  own.  It  had  nearly  driven  him  mad  at  times,  causing  him  to  genuinely  ponder  the  possibility  that  he  might  be  under  a  siren  spell.  She  had  the  power  to  string  him  along  like  a  puppet  with  nothing  more  than  a  few  notes  of  her  voice,  after  all,  and  so  his  fear  was  valid—not  that  he’d  ever  allowed  himself  to  consider  it  for  long.  All  it  ever  took  was  a  giggle  from  her  pretty  mouth  or  the  crinkle  of  her  cute  nose  and  all  thoughts  of  possible  deception  were  tossed  easily  overboard.

            To  say  that  the  siren  had  the  sailor  wrapped  around  her  finger  would  have  been  the  understatement  of  the  century.

            As  Sawyer’s  intentions  finally  surfaced  with  the  soft-spoken  request  of  ‘kiss  me’,  Soren  felt  his  heartbeat  begin  to  race,  waves  of  excitement  swelling  and  crashing  within  the  hollow  of  his  chest.  His  cheeks  flushed  in  the  softest  shade  of  pink  and  the  smile  on  his  face  widened  into  a  toothy  grin,  soft  laughter  rolling  from  it. ❝ I’m  not  complaining,  but  you  definitely  didn’t  learn  that  one  from  me. ❞  Not  that  he’d  never  thought  about  it…

            It  took  the  sailor  a  moment  to  work  up  the  nerve  to  approach  her,  but  soon  he  was  closing  the  gap  between  them  and  looping  a  tattooed  arm  around  the  siren’s  tiny  waist,  pulling  her  closer  to  him  until  nothing,  not  even  air,  could  exist  between  them.  The  beating  of  his  heart  was  so  profound  and  heavy,  he  was  positive  that  it  was  reverberating  within  Sawyer’s  ribcage  too.  With  a  gentle  pressure,  he  lifted  her  up  onto  the  very  tips  of  her  toes,  his  free  hand  raising  to  allow  his  knuckles  to  coast  along  her  cheekbone  and  tuck  a  strand  of  long,  wavy  hair  behind  her  ear.  He’d  needed  to  remind  himself  to  keep  breathing  after  he’d  become  enchanted  by  the  fluttering  of  her  dark  lashes.  The  sailor  was  no  stranger  to  women,  but  one-night  stands  (usually  accompanied  by  heavy  intoxication),  couldn’t  hold  a  candle  to  the  way  that  Sawyer  made  him  feel.  In  the  best  way  possible,  she  made  him  nervous  and  almost  shy,  as  though  this  was  the  first  time  he’d  ever  kissed  a  girl  before.   

            The  sailor’s  lips  hovered  impossibly  close  to  Sawyer’s  for  only  a  handful  of  drawn-out  moments  before  he’d  finally  given  in  and  allowed  himself  to  indulge  in  the  kiss  that  he’d  been  dreaming  about  for  so  long,  his  palm  settling  on  the  side  of  her  neck.  Her  lips  were  even  softer  than  he  could  have  imagined,  like  velvet.  He  found  himself  sinking  into  her,  one  kiss  bleeding  into  another  until  he’d  lost  count  and  forgotten  where  he  was.

never had the siren though she'd find herself in such a predicament, completely swept away from everything she'd ever known; lost to the world she knew, the life she led, the people she'd grown to care for with no real solution on how to return. never did she expect to wake up after being completely knocked out and washed ashore by the very waves she once found solace in. and she never expected to see such a face peering over her, curious and filled with concern. in that moment, she'd felt an immense sense of distrust and fear, having backed away from the man who had very clearly rescued her from a possible demise. but now sawyer was starting to feel less and less urgency to return home.

less urgency to leave him.

soren had taken her in, kept her hidden and safe from the prying eyes of other humans. a safety that she knew was necessary for her survival. sirens weren't unfamiliar to humans; their greed, their violence, their undeniable and unwavering need for power and knowledge. it was why her kind kept to themselves, only ever feeding on them when it became beyond necessary or was easy. yes, she was an apex predator in her own right, but every beast of the sea was wary of the wooden hulls of ships that glided across the surface of the water and how nets often lingered not too far behind them.

unfortunately, sawyer had always been curious, chasing after ships and, instead of being adverse to their presence, seemed to fall under a similar spell that her own kind bestowed upon others. all the small siren ever wanted was to know more, to understand why those who could not survive within the ocean depths desired so greatly to become a part of it in whatever way they could. how blind she was to her own folly, her own dangerous curiosity. it was because of such curiousness that she began to trust her saviour, a trust that began to grow into something much, much more.

besides, staying close to him finally allowed her to indulge in that interest in humans, and how could she pass that up?

more often than not, sawyer was oblivious to just how dumbfounded and giddy she was whenever soren mentioned something new. even through their language barrier, they still managed to communicate, almost as though there was a deeper understanding between the two of them that sawyer was beginning to crave more and more as time went on. not only was he her gateway into the world of humans, but to the new sensation of connection that began to burrow itself deeper and deeper into her very being.

for the first time since they'd met, soren felt comfortable enough to take her out of their small, cozy bubble that was his lighthouse and out into the world. the first time sawyer would be in the presence of other humans, she'd been given a small pep talk as to how to behave, large, doe eyes wide and simply looking over his face while nodding in understanding as he managed to explain to her that giving away her identity could lead to danger.

the car ride had been exhilarating, climbing into the passenger seat before taking a good minute or so trying to figure out the seatbelt situation. only after fumbling with the contraption and growing ever more frustrated did soren step in, adjusting the belt and clicking it into place for her before the locomotive began to move. all that frustration immediately melted away when she realized just how fast they were going, how the landscape began to whizz by them at a rate she could have only ever dreamed of. yes, her speed in the water was quick, but never had she experienced anything quite like that. hands pressed to the glass, she leaned her face forward, wordlessly showing excitement in the way her body moved, giddy in nature as she turned her head to face soren as her fingers pointed to sights she found too compelling to ignore.

by the time they reached the marketplace, all that excitement began to morph into a newfound sense of anxiety and overwhelm, immediately taking the sailor's hand in her own before she moved close and wrapped her free arm around his, pressing her side against him. hazel gaze continued to scan her surroundings, though her hold on soren remained true as he lead her down and around the stands and boutiques that lined the walkways. she knew they were there for her, to find clothes that actually fit her, and sawyer did her best to keep that focus in mind as that anxiousness began to fade away into that all too familiar curiosity.

shopping had been far more fun than she had anticipated, finding entertainment in trying on different dresses. time after time, she came out of the dressing room, only to realize the reason she enjoyed it so much was the fact that she was able to see the way the sailor reacted, the red flush of his cheeks almost as addicting as her thirst for knowledge. and by the time they'd made the decision on which dresses they'd purchase, the craving to see more of that had become almost too much for her to hide.

as if the universe knew of her struggle to keep her feelings at bay, while soren paid for their small haul, sawyer watched an exchange between two people that had her entranced. it was a man and a woman, a playful aura surrounding them as the woman pointed to her cheek first, simply saying the word 'kiss' before the man pressed his lips there. the woman repeated that same request, pressing her finger to her lips while once again asking for a kiss. it was as if it were some sort of magic word, watching as the man did as she asked, pressing his lips to hers without hesitation.

only the sound of soren's voice pulled her from her trance, easily following after him as he gestured that it was time to head back.

the whole way home, sawyer couldn't stop thinking about what she'd witnessed, fingers absentmindedly pressing to her lips as she peered out the window. even as they made their way back into the lighthouse and started to settle back into the environment they were both used to, sawyer seemed almost completely enchanted by the notion of a 'kiss', gently murmuring it beneath her breath.

just as it always did, his voice drew her back to reality, peering up towards him as he asked what had her so preoccupied. there was very little hesitation, genuine innocence laced within her tone as she lifted her hand to her lips, finger pressing against her lower one before speaking, ❝ kiss. ❞ no, the concept of kissing wasn't foreign to her, she'd just never heard the mortal word for it; and now that she had, it was all she wanted to ask of him.

❝ kiss me. ❞

she didn't move from where she stood, simply keeping her attention on him with the crippling hope that he'd not only understand but want the same.

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PLOTTED STARTER for : @bnchee

───IT WAS LIKE BEING IN A DREAM… All  of  Soren’s  life,  he’d  heard  tales  of  merpeople  and  faefolk,  but  never,  not  even  in  the  wildest  stretches  of  his  imagination,  did  he  ever  believe  that  he  would  encounter  such  creatures  in  his  lifetime…  and  a  SIREN,  of  all  things!  There  were  few  men  that  could  say  that  they’d  ever  laid  eyes  upon  one,  even  from  a  distance,  and  even  fewer  and  farther  between  were  those  lucky  enough  to  live  to  tell  the  tale  if  they  did.  In  that  regard,  Soren  wasn’t  sure  where  he  placed  with  his  unique  situation,  but  the  percentile  had  to  be  a  fraction  of  a  fraction,  he  thought.

                        Some  might  have  called  him  a  fool  for  taking  the  risk  that  he  did  in  keeping  the  siren  around,  and  others  might  have  thought  him  crazy  or  deluded,  or  even  assumed  that  she  had  him  wrapped  up  in  the  persuasion  of  a  spell.  Many  times,  he’d  even  weighed  the  possibility  himself,  although  he’d  dropped  the  notion  almost  altogether  when  it  had  suddenly  dawned  on  him  that  he  just  didn’t  care.  If  it  was  a  dream,  then  he  didn’t  want  to  wake,  and  should  he  be  stepping  off  a  precipice  with  naught  but  the  tides  of  insanity  to  break  his  fall  below,  then  he  would  happily  take  the  plunge.

                        They  had  just  come  back  from  the  marketplace;  Sawyer’s  first  real  outing  since  Soren  had  found  her  washed  up  on  the  shoreline  outside  of  his  lighthouse.  As  much  as  he’d  enjoyed  seeing  her  skip  around  his  place  in  nothing  but  his  oversized  shirts,  he’d  come  to  realize  that  it  wasn’t  practical,  especially  now  that  he’d  unintentionally  attached  himself  to  the  sentiment  of  having  her  stay  awhile.  He’d  loaned  her  one  of  his  mother’s  old  dresses  for  the  sake  of  blending  in  on  their  trip  into  town,  but  even  that  garment,  as  small  as  it  was,  billowed  off  of  her  small  frame  and  swallowed  her  whole.  He’d  even  made  a  joke  about  being  afraid  that  he’d  lose  her  in  it.

                        To  Soren’s  surprise,  he’d  enjoyed  the  trip  even  more  than  he’d  expected  to,  and  for  reasons  he  couldn’t  have  predicted.  Watching  the  way  that  Sawyer  interacted  with  the  foreign  world  was  as  hilarious  as  it  was  adorable,  and  on  more  than  one  occasion  he’d  caught  himself  smiling  completely  uninhibitedly  as  he  focused  on  her.  There  was  something  about  the  way  curiosity  and  fascination  painted  her  delicate  features  that  made  his  heart  swell  and  burst  in  his  chest.  Her  doll-like  eyes  seemed  to  sparkle  with  what  he  could  only  have  described  as  enchantment  as  they’d  strolled  together  through  the  quiet  coastal  town,  every  bland  commodity  sparking  intrigue  as  though  it  might  have  been  made  of  magic.  The  car-ride  had  been  especially  memorable.

                        Without  knowing  what  sort  of  preference  the  siren  had,  Soren  had  wandered  with  her  until  something  caught  her  eye.  The  method  had  eventually  led  the  pair  into  a  quaint  boutique  that  was  filled  with  hand-made  garments,  the  apparel  crafted  in  a  variety  of  silks,  laces,  knitted  wools  and  breezy  cottons  that  were  well-suited  for  the  fickle  moods  of  the  coastal  climate.  He’d  quickly  come  to  realize  that  Sawyer  had  an  affinity  for  the  color  black,  and  he  couldn’t  deny  that  the  shade  suited  her  well,  especially  considering  the  inky  pigment  of  her  scales.  That  hadn’t  stopped  him  from  sneaking  a  floral-patterned  dress  in  his  favorite  shade  of  seafoam  green  into  the  bag.

                        Just  as  the  sailor  had  been  all  day,  he  was  all  but  helpless  to  stave  off  the  growing  affection  and  adoration  that  he  had  for  the  beautiful  siren,  his  doting  gaze  transfixed  on  her  every  time  she’d  step  out  of  the  changing  room  in  something  new.  Her  first  appearance,  which  had  her  dawning  a  black  sundress  that  sat  snug  against  her  dainty  physique,  had  caused  the  faintest  tinge  of  a  blush  to  color  his  cheeks  and  a  goofy  grin  to  tilt  his  lips.  He’d  almost  forgotten  how  small  she  was,  as  he’d  grown  accustomed  to  an  overabundance  of  fabric  concealing  the  curves  of  her  body.  After  a  while,  he  was  sure  that  she’d  stopped  believing  him  when  he  told  her  that  he  liked  the  way  the  clothing  looked  on  her,  but  it  couldn’t  have  been  any  closer  to  the  truth.  He  couldn’t  help  that  everything  looked  good  on  her…

                        Once  the  shopping  list  had  been  completed  and  Soren  had  paid  for  everything,  he  took  her  home.  The  sky  outside  was  beginning  to  dim  by  the  time  that  they’d  arrived,  the  bright  blue  fading  into  a  vibrant  palette  of  purples,  pinks  and  oranges  that  streaked  the  horizon  like  paint  on  a  canvas.  The  sailor  filled  his  hands  with  the  assortment  of  shopping  bags  and  toted  them  up  the  winding  staircase  of  the  lighthouse,  keeping  Sawyer  in  tow.  After  he’d  set  them  down,  he  took  a  moment  to  admire  the  view  from  the  window  before  he’d  turned  back  to  look  at  her,  noticing  now  that  she  seemed  preoccupied  with  a  train  of  thought.

                        Soren  began  to  smile,  offering  the  slight  tilt  of  his  head.  ❝ You  okay? ❞ He  asked,  earning  a  glance  from  her. ❝ What  are  you…  thinking  about? ❞ His  grin  widened  and  his  eyebrows  knitted  together  with  a  faint  hint  of  curiosity  as  he  watched  the  way  that  she  was  touching  her  delicate  fingers  to  her  lips,  as  though  she  was  using  the  gesture  in-place  of  finding  words.  The  language  barrier  that  hindered  their  ability  to  communicate  was  frustrating  at  times,  but  more  often  than  not,  he’d  found  that  it  had  given  him  amusement.

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It’s always “why did you go out in the storm” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the storm The storm looked fun was it fun

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CLOSED STARTER for : @icebrgvdka

───THREE  DAYS  HAD  PASSED  SINCE  their  first  night  together;  a  night  that  neither  Soren  or  Des  could  remember  much  of,  as  an  overconsumption  of  alcohol  and  bad  decisions  had  flooded  their  systems  and  left  their  memories  muddled  and  hazy.  Some  might  have  considered  the  turn  of  events  to  be  a  total  bust,  but  with  the  way  that  things  had  turned  out,  it  was  hard  for  Soren  to  label  it  as  anything  less  than  an  achievement.  Perhaps  if  things  would  have  gone  as  planned  that  first  night,  the  raven-haired  visitor  would  have  been  gone  before  he’d  gotten  the  chance  to  know  her  name…  or  at  least  before  he’d  been  in  a  state  to  remember  it.  All  in  all,  the  sailor  couldn’t  complain.

                        In  the  days  prior,  Soren  had  taken  time  away  from  his  busy  schedule  of  doing  absolutely  fuck-all  to  show  Desdemona  around  the  sleepy  seaside  town,  although  he’d  prefaced  the  tour  with  a  warning,  just  in  case  she  was  expecting  something  spectacular.  For  obvious  reasons,  the  captain  had  a  deep-rooted  love  for  the  place.  It  was  home  to  many  cherished  memories  and  encased  in  years  of  nostalgia,  but  he  had  a  hard  time  believing  that  it  would  be  able  to  hold  the  interest  of  a  city  girl  like  Des  for  too  long.  It  wasn’t  as  though  they  didn’t  have…  other  things  to  preoccupy  their  time  with  though…

                        It  was  early  in  the  morning  when  Soren  had  prepared  Dreadnaught  for  a  daytrip,  rising  before  dawn  cracked  through  the  velvet,  star-splattered  sky  to  get  everything  in  order  for  when  Des  would  meet  him  by  the  pier.  He’d  promised  her  that  the  predicted  sunrise  would  be  worth  the  aggravation  that  would  come  with  pulling  herself  out  of  bed  at  such  a  dreadfully  early  hour,  especially  with  the  addition  of  an  open-ocean  view  from  the  deck  of  the  boat.  It  would  have  been  almost  criminal  to  deprive  her  of  such  an  experience.

                        Soren  was  glad  to  see  that  Desdemona  had  obliged  his  request,  because  it  wasn’t  long  after  he’d  finished  getting  the  preparations  in  order  that  she’d  come  strolling  down  the  pier  outside  of  his  lighthouse,  her  silhouette  kissed  by  the  last  rays  of  the  dying  moonlight.  To  his  surprise,  she  was  even  wearing  the  dress  that  he’d  begged  suggested  he  let  her  buy  for  her  the  day  before.  The  sight  of  her  slender  form  strolling  down  the  pier  towards  him,  dressed  in  the  white  fabric  of  the  flowing  dress  caused  a  wide  smile  to  pull  at  his  features,  the  cant  of  his  head  accompanying  the  gesture.  ❝ I  really  didn’t  think  that  it  was  ever  going  to  see  anything  but  the  bottom  of  your  suitcase, ❞ he  laughed,  leaning  up  against  the  metal  railing  that  encircled  the  upper  deck  of  the  boat  as  she  approached. ❝ You  look  beautiful, ❞  he  noted  sincerely,  although  the  playful  comment  that  followed  held  a  note  of  cheekiness. ❝ Told  you. ❞

            With  an  unwavering  smile,  the  sailor  stepped  forward,  offering  the  young  woman  the  assistance  of  both  of  his  hands  to  pull  her  aboard.

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𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃-𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — part one.

🧸 — Various sentence starters from the reaction images and memes saved on my phone. Some fluffy, some angsty, some just downright silly. Some have been altered for readability. Feel free to customize to your needs! Trigger warning for language and violence.

“ Hey, want to see a trick? ”

“ I am going to punch you in the throat. ”

“ You almost had it. ”

“ I have had a very long day… I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress I am under. ”

“ No time to explain, get in! ”

“ Aight, I'm gonna cry now. ”

“ Congratulations! ”

“ I know more than you, thanks. ”

“ Guess I'll die. ”

“ I love this [ thing ] more than I love myself. ”

“ Give me a kiss right now or else. ”

“ Uh-oh! ”

“ Don't laugh. ”

“ My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. ”

“ Another day, another migraine. ”

“ Man. ”

“ I am a beacon of joy. ”

“ I'm in the mood today to be praised by others. ”

“ I expect nothing, and I'm still let down. ”

“ I've killed before. ”

“ Cheers, I'll drink to that, bro. ”

“ Say sike right now. ”

“ What the Cinnamon Toast fuck is this? ”

“ Don't… ”

“ [ name ], I crave violence. ”

“ Good morning, dudes! ”

“ Peace was never an option. ”

“ I see great rage in your future. ”

“ I'm fine. I just got excited and stopped breathing. ”

“ My love language is gentle acts of violence. ”

“ I'll see if you're worthy. ”

“ It's all so tiresome. ”

“ You'd leave a wretch alone in the eve with naught a morsel? ”

“ I am a genius. ”

“ It's so ugly… I love it. ”

“ Look. ”

“ This worries me. ”

“ Everyone knows what a [ thing ] is. ”

“ I don't know anything. ”

“ I know everything. ”

“ Hey, do you need some help? ”

“ I'm seriously at my limit. ”

“ Free lunch! ”

“ What are you most afraid of? ”

“ Now isn't this nice? ”

“ I am going to enact terrible violence. ”

“ I can do nothing but ask for forgiveness. ”

“ Goodbye. ”

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