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astrronomemes · 7 months

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CARRIE (1976): STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1976 adaptation of Stephen King's Carrie. change & alter as needed.

"Stand up and take care of yourself. Come on. Do it."

"[Name], I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know, okay? I'm sorry."

"I thought you might take the rest of the day and go home to take care of yourself, [name]. We're all very sorry about this incident."

"These are godless times, [name]."

"I was so scared. I thought I was dying."

"You should have told me, [name]! You should have told me!"

"Don't lie, [name]! Don't you know I can see inside you?!"

"[Name], if I asked you to do something very special for me, would you do it?"

"Yeah, but... that's what you like about me, right?"

"You are totally fucked up! You really are!"

"If you don't have a date for the prom next Friday... would you like to go with me?"

"That's great! That's fantastic! ...So what are you moping around for?"

"It might be terrific. You might have a really good time."

"[Name], I want to talk about this attitude you have about yourself."

"You can't order someone not to take someone to the prom!"

"We don't care how we look. ...Do we?"

"You know, this is a hell of a risk for a joke."

"I want to be normal. I want to try and be a whole person before it's too late."

"Everyone isn't bad! Everything isn't a sin!"

"You must renounce this power. You must give it up. Never use it."

"I'm going, [name]. And you can't stop me. And I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"You're getting blood all over the place!"

"You're a little late. I could have used you a week ago."

"I'll take it any way I can get it, pal."

"I don't look right in a tuxedo. I don't have a tuxedo body."

"Besides, I'd look awfully stupid dancing by myself, wouldn't I?"

"That's okay. If you want to go with your friends, I don't want to spoil anything."

"To the devil with false modesty!"

"That [full name], she sure is cute."

"It was bad, [name]. They laughed at me."

"[Name], hold me, [name], please, hold me."

"Oh, [name], thank god it's you. I don't think I could have handled one more reporter."

"It's all right. I know. It's all right. It's all right. I'm here."

#kicking off the halloween season with my favorite classic horror movie :)#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue starters #dialogue memes #rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence prompts #sentence memes #sentence starters

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stinkrascal · 2 years

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acnh villagers as sims :’)

#ts4 #misc sims #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #ts4 anch #goose acnh #tangy acnh #wart jr acnh #sprinkle acnh #marshal acnh #blanche acnh #dora acnh #claude acnh #zucker acnh #walt acnh #these are all the villagers currently on my island :') goose was one of my starter villagers!!#so was agnes but i kicked her bc i really wanted tangy :'))#🌱#the sims 4

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atlasnolan · 3 months

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open for: @starteroaks

where: @ the giant board games, dealer's choice what game they're playing!

"I think I've got this in the bag," Atlas says with a little too much confidence for someone who doesn't have his next move figured out -- nothing new there. He leans down slightly, peering closely at the board as if trying to invoke some sort of clairvoyant vision for where they would move next so he could best it.

"Your go."

#open starter.#starlight.starter #short sweet and vague so we feel free to take it anywhere #also kick his ass at the game if u want <3 SJHGFSGHJ #event: winter festival.#starlight.event

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damnedrainbows · 12 days

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It’s Chewsday. Alastor has found a way to combine boredom while he’s babysitting, with the weekly holiday!

“Alright my little rainbow belle, you remember what we practiced, right?” He smiles down adoringly at the the little fawn, from where she sits happy as can be in an aluminum casserole dish. There’s a few raw carrots that Alastor has sliced and diced around her feet for effect, that she’s already found to chew and nibble on. To complete the ‘recipe’, her hair has been garnished with a sprig of parsley.

Both can barely contain their giggles—even though Alastor has a feeling the baby has no idea what she’s laughing at. She just wants to play hide and seek!

“The oven is ‘preheated’”, The asshole can barely contain his wild giggles as he double checks to make sure the heat is turned off completely from the back of it. A shove of his hand into the door confirms it’s as cool as a cucumber. However, the oven light is on, and so is the timer.

“Show time!”

And so the next person who steps in through the threshold, will see Alastor oh so lovingly grazing his lips over the fawn’s forehead—before shoving the happy baby into the oven and ‘turning it on.’

#HELP THIS JUST CAME TO ME #WHO WANTS TO KICK ALASTOR’S ASS #can you imagine someone walking in and just seeing this bastard shove charlie into the oven #in a casserole dish #(alastor)#(baby charlie)#(open)#(open starter)

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indomiinus · 2 months

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@fightful // planned starter

It had been several months, almost a year, since the Darkest Day and Eternatus's release and subsequent capture at the hands of the new Champion Gloria. It wasn't allowed to stay with her though, it had been swiftly quarantined because it was just reckless to leave something like that in the hands of a child, no matter how capable. It had also been months since Chairman Rose's arrest and Macro Cosmos was transferred to Leon.

It’d just been one thing after another, a nonstop roller coaster of emotions and Leon was tired. Maybe tired was an understatement.

"You don't need that pressure on top of everything else," Piers had told him while Leon sat drunk and miserable in Piers’s crappy flat in Spikemuth after a particularly rough meeting with the company board. "Let the other suits manage shit. This is just another way for Rose to screw you over; you think he gave it to you because he knew you could handle it? He gave it to you to crush you. Throw it in the bin."

And Leon thought about doing just that. He thought long and hard about what he wanted to do. It felt wasteful receiving Rose's legacy only to throw it into the trash; despite it all, he still cared about Rose and valued him and his opinions. What would Rose think? Would he be angry at Leon for squandering this "last gift?" Though, was it really a gift considering the things he’d uncovered about Rose while he was trying to get up to speed on the company?

The shady dealings, the contacts whose numbers were locked behind passwords that he couldn’t crack… It made his skin crawl somehow.

So Leon had to make his first real choice by himself. He just wished it wasn’t so hard. So Leon had to make his first real choice. There were only a select few people he trusted Macro Cosmos and the League to, and that was the Gym Leaders.

It wasn't on paper yet, and some weren't fully on board yet, but things were progressing and the interested Gym Leaders were starting to lay out and write down their requirements and ideas for the future direction of Macro Cosmos. That was a start, and Leon just had to keep the company afloat until negotiations were complete.

He could surely do that much, right?

He was restless, lost, constantly looking to people who were just as lost as he was or just as uncertain. He did his best - but his best certainly wasn't good enough. Error after error came back, piling up on his desk and most nights Leon slept in the office that still smelled heavily of Rose's namesake even months later. It was nauseating being surrounded by nothing but reminders of complicated, sickening feelings of disgust and childish dependency and not having the time or space to sort the feelings out.

Even his own flat was decorated the way Rose had wanted it to be. He hadn't changed a thing about it. Hell, he'd barely been home to change anything.

That night though, Leon had forced himself to get out of the office and try to go home to his flat in Wyndon.

Leon groaned, rubbing his palm across his face and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he dragged himself down the quiet Wyndon streets towards Champion Crossing Station with his Mr. Rime, Reginald, guiding him.

"I'm so tired..." He complained under his breath, pulling his Rotom phone out and unlocking it. He yawned, the Rotom automatically opening up a list of currently open restaurants so he could grab something. Even if it was small, it was better than nothing. He just couldn't go to bed on an empty stomach again or else he was going to be sick in the morning. “I wonder if anywhere is even open at this hour…” Leon squinted at the screen, trying to read the offered list, but his strained reading was interrupted by a missed call notification from his mom.

"How long ago was that call?" He asked.

The Rotom hummed. "An hour." It answered cheerily. "Call back?"

Leon rubbed a palm against the side of his neck, and let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, call back. It's so late, what's she even doing awake?" It only rang once before she answered, and he was barely able to get out a, "Hi mum," before his mother was interrupting him.

"Have you seen Hop?"

"Hop? No, I haven't, not for a while." Leon answered, scratching his chin and looking up in thought. "Have you called Gloria or Marnie?"

"Mhmm... they said they haven't seen him for a few days. I was hoping that maybe he was with you..."

Leon's stomach sank, and any amount of exhaustion he felt melted away slowly, seeping from his body like sand in an hourglass. He pressed a palm to his mouth, trying to hide the way his jaw had grown tense and his mouth had formed a thin, anxious line. "What about with Bede?" He suggested, only to be met with another negative. He sucked down a breath through his teeth and he let his hand fall from his face. "How long has he been missing? Have you tried calling him?"

"He's been gone for three days, and he isn’t answering. His Rotom just goes straight to voicemail." His mom's voice wavered. “I… I’m sure he’s just off collecting Pokemon. Maybe he’s up north… cell service is a bit spotty up there…”

Leon nodded even though some part of him felt like the whole situation was off somehow. He’d been up there plenty of times, and he’d never had signal trouble before. But if it made his mother feel better, then he would let it slide. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s fine. But, I’ll come by, okay? I’ll take a few days off, and when Hop gets back, we’ll have a nice family reunion.” Leon really hoped it would be that easy. He didn’t want to think about the worst case scenario.

His words seemed to appease his mother at least, and that was all he could ask for.

After a quick goodbye, Leon put in his notice for time off and recalled Reginald into his ball. In the same motion, he summoned Jules. The massive Charizard, larger and sturdier than most in the region, shook his head and gave his trainer a rough nudge with his snout and rumbled low in his chest.

"We'll get to rest soon, buddy, I promise." Leon apologized, patting Jules's cheek. "We’re taking a little vacation back home and I’d like to get there quick as you can, alright?" Jules snorted, and that was all the confirmation Leon needed. Without a moment more of hesitation, he hopped onto his Charizard's back and Jules took off like a shot.

Still, that rock of fear sat heavy in his gut. Not even the cold wind rushing past him and whipping his hair about his face and back chased it away. It just felt like he was missing something. Or something was wrong.

I hope I’m just being paranoid. Maybe once I get some sleep, I’ll have a clearer head.

—

Two days passed in Postwick and still nothing from Hop.

Leon and Jules had gone out to search the area, and the police had even been called, but both avenues had turned up nothing. Well, Leon’s search hadn’t, and the police just didn’t seem that pressed about the issue. A missing kid wasn’t exactly a serious thing; sometimes kids just got the itch for adventure and ran off, and then came back months later, their wanderlust sated. But Leon and his mom knew better than that.

Hop wasn’t the type of teenager to get up and run off just because the feeling hit him. He especially wouldn’t ignore phone calls. But the police just brushed them both off, though they finally did promise to at least keep an eye out for him. Leon had never been the type to lash out physically before, but in that moment, he certainly felt like he wanted to. He’d never been dismissed so easily before, especially when it came to something like this.

His mother was inconsolable and Leon was a nervous wreck; he barely slept, spending every hour scouring the air and the countryside for Hop in hopes of spotting him or a camp of his, but there was nothing there. Leon had questioned everyone Hop knew, hoping that maybe someone had seen him, but no one had but he hadn’t pressed much harder than that before he was moving on to the next person and place. But still, Hop was missing.

He’d been missing for a week now.

It was as if Hop had simply… vanished.

Leon sat at his desk in his old childhood bedroom, Hop’s journals and maps spread out in front of him and fear and anxiety gripping his chest in a vice. He’d felt bad looking at his brother’s private thoughts and feelings, and some of them certainly hurt to read, but he wasn’t there to snoop. He was just looking for… something. Anything. Any kind of clue as to where he could have gone to.

But there was nothing. And that was terrifying. His mouth had felt dry all day, no matter how much water or tea he drank, and his mother hadn’t stopped pacing or staring out the window since the police dismissed them both. Something was drastically wrong, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Leon groaned, hanging his head.

“Where is he…” He muttered to the air. “He can’t really have run off, could he?”

His Rotom chirped, pushing its way forward so Leon would have to look at the screen when he lifted his head. He gave it a wary look, eyes scanning the words and images on the screen and he grimaced faintly. “A… PI? What good is that going to do? Won’t he just say the same thing the cops did?” Leon questioned.

The Rotom gave the impression of a shrug. “Can it hurt to try?” It asked.

Leon sat up straighter, taking the Rotom into his hands and studying the address and reviews. “I don’t know… I guess not… I just–” Leon rubbed a hand at the side of his neck, brow furrowed. He chewed on his lower lip and pushed himself to his feet. “Alright. Alright, it’s the last legal channel I have, and then after that I’ll just have to figure something out. Even if I have to go find him by myself. Where’s that guy located at? Motostoke?”

“Yessir! I’ll set the GPS for his office.” The Rotom replied.

“Thanks.”

He grabbed his jacket on the way out, yanking it on as he took the steps two at a time. He paused by the front door, looking over at his mother, his brow furrowed. She was sound asleep on the couch, which she’d turned to face the big garden window in the living room and he felt bad leaving her alone like this without telling her to her face. All he could do was leave a note, which he stuck to the front door with some poster putty from one of the kitchen junk drawers.

‘Be back soon. Going to Motostoke, I’ll be back tomorrow.’

And with that, he was out the door.

With Jules flying him there, it didn’t take long for them to reach Kabu’s city, the Rotom tucked into the front of Leon’s jacket and spitting out directions and distance to their destination. The second it exclaimed, “Our destination is under us!”, Jules dove down lazily to land in a small convenience store parking lot so he didn’t halt traffic or cause an accident.

Leon hopped off his Charizard’s back and recalled him immediately. The Rotom freed itself from his coat and, once it was sure Leon was following, led the way down the street. They’d landed a couple blocks away, and while Leon had hoped the walk would steady his nerves, it just made him feel even more antsy, and maybe just a bit silly somehow.

He’d never, in a million years, could have imagined he’d be hiring a private investigator. It was the kind of thing that happened in movies or books, not real life.

It felt surreal walking up to the red brick building, a cute three story building that must have been apartments at some point in time before they’d been converted into freelance offices of various sorts, and the age of the building clashed with the new-ish electric buzzer system by the door. Leon fidgeted a bit with the hem of his jacket, scanning the tags until he found what he was looking for.

OCTAVIUS GREAT, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

“Well…” He took a breath and let out a nervous, anxious little laugh. “Here goes…” He pressed the button and stepped back, waiting with butterflies in his stomach to get buzzed in. His Rotom stayed at his side, ready to lead him around since it was likely that Leon would end up lost just stepping into the building.

#✦ v. missing persons #fightful #wheezes #im never writing a five page google doc starter ever again #and if i ever do again kick my ass about it

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hiisheart · 10 months

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》》 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ are you blushing? ... yeah , you're 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 blushing right now. ❞

#( pardon me i've. been on a one liner kick lately KSJDFHSJD )#( ESPECIALLY if it has to do with little shit!mike lmfao )#「 ♥︎ 」 » IN CHARACTER. ⋮ ━━ ˗ˏˋ IF WE’RE BOTH GOING CRAZY WE’LL GO CRAZY TOGETHER. ˎˊ˗#「 ♥︎ 」 » OPEN STARTER. ⋮ ━━ ˗ˏˋ BE BRAVE AND TAKE YOUR CHANCE. ˎˊ˗

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kedreeva · 1 year

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HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO CREATE A BREADBEAST THAT POWERFUL

every time I try my starters die out of spite towards their delicious fate

What flour are you feeding? I almost lost Tex because I was feeding bleached all purpose flour. Once I switched to unbleached all purpose, she turned around and started having Opinions about things.

Everywhere I have read also says to feed with a 1:1:1 ratio (1 part starter, 1 part water, 1 part flour) by weight. But I was also told the starter should look and feel like "pancake batter" and - despite never having made pancakes in my life - in my VERY LIMITED experience, 1:1:1 makes way too thick a mixture. So, I usually keep 50-100 grams of starter, and more water and less flour. If I was keeping 100 grams of starter, I would add 110 grams of water and 90 grams of flour. Also you do have to keep enough of them I think. When I discard, I don't like to keep less than 50g of starter. You can probably still work with less, but I don't want to.

I'm also finding that I have to listen to her about when she wants to be fed. Everywhere says you're supposed to feed them once a day (if she's at room temp) or once a week (if in fridge) but I'm finding that MY room temperature is not "room temperature" but in fact is lower (because we're in the middle of a michigan winter over here). So instead of feeding her "Every day," I wait until I can see a clear layer of alcohol on top. I was told that's how you actually know they're ready to be fed, and it seems to be sound advice.

I've also seen advice about what to do with that alcohol; some people say mix it in, some say pour off as much as possible before stirring. I poured it off a couple of times and Tex was very sad afterward. I mix it back in, now, she does great. Maybe it works the opposite for some people, idk. I just know what works for me and Tex.

I'm editing to add: I don't know if the container matters but I got three Weck tulip jars (the one in the photos) and they have nice wide lids and the glass just sits on top and the curved bottom is easy to clean. I got three of them so that I could swap back and forth at feed. I stir her to mix everything, then pour off the measured amount I want into a clean jar and set it aside while I do whatever with the discard or rinse the dirty jar, then feed her in the new one.

#breadventure #sourdough starter #asks #Solstex #I would be happy to send you some Tex #I dried some out to preserve in case of accident #like sark kicking over her jar that one time #and so I could share if anyone wanted

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buttertheflame · 2 months

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Where are the Richonne gif makers at? There are so many parallels I’d like to request…

#for starters #Rick kicking Okafor in the face and Michonne kicking ‘unknown CRM officer’ Rick in the face #where y’all at #i’m looking for you #❤️#*#tv shows #twd #the ones who live #richonne

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modularmedia · 6 months

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Art's unfunded Musical Talents - Modular Components Episode One Hundred and Fourteen

In which the bois do their best to stay entertaining without Cody.

#Art The Clown #Terrifier #Keytar #Music #Keyboard #Comics #Unfunded #Kick Starter #Street Humans #Code Lyoko #Predator #Podcast #Modular Components #The Vacuuminator #Boingo Rider #Buster Corp #Modular Media #Youtube

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anekogia · 2 years

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POV: You simp for smackable twinks who where hats to make themselves look taller

Sorry, not sorry

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #rollo flamm #twisted wonderland rollo #twst rollo #genshin impact #genshin #yuan shen 原神 #原神 yuan shen #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #can't wait to kick the shit out of him with my starter characters in 3.2

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laughing-hellblazer · 7 months

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⛧ open :: half-empty ⛧

It wouldn't stop bleeding. The hole in his side gave off a dull sting, which was less than the searing pain he'd felt before. That would have been some form of relief if he didn't know that meant he was dying. He was starting to feel cold, like a half-full cup of tea growing lukewarm on the kitchen table.

He leaned himself against the wall of the alleyway, taking uneasy steps -- one after the other -- until his legs began to give out from under him. Bloody mess, he was. He slipped down the wall, one red hand leaving a smear as he tried to keep himself up-right. He was only able to brace his back against the brick as he slid down to the ground, his feet slipping outward.

All these years of laughing at the face of death -- all these years of tricking devils and gods alike into keeping himself alive, and he was going to die to a damn skittish hoody. He winced bitterly at the irony of it all, eyes fluttering as he stared upward at the back door light mounted up on the wall. Flies and moths shuffled about it, attracted to the brightness. His eyes could barely focus on it as his consciousness began to wobble. For a while, he hoped that someone would come out of that door and see him, but the light was unceremoniously shut off after a few minutes.

His mind flashed back to Gemma trying to convince him to get a cellphone. "Come on, Uncle John! It's good for emergencies," she said, "and the kids will be able to keep in touch!" Bollocks. Things like that were just bait to be haunted, and with his luck, it would be broken in the first month of having the damn thing. But now that he was sitting here, bleeding out with dwindling hope of another human soul finding him before it was too late, he felt like a bloody idiot for not saying yes.

As a shadow loomed over him, blocking out the ambient light from the nearby street, he lifted his woozy head to look up at its source.

#⛥ form the circle :: starter ⛧#ooc :: I'm always in the mood for some vulnerable john #ooc :: I'm kicking his ass all the time apparently #ooc :: anyways have some whump wednesday

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feroluce · 7 months

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Hello!! I came here because I was informed you had some Wriowinne headcanons and ramblings to share? Would it be alright for me to ask for some 👉👈 (or as much as you want to share please I'm desperate for food)

OH BOY DO I.

I feel you anon, I've been shipping them like...since the PV. So I've been stuck in utter absolute hell, getting nothing but father&daughter content from the fandom (shoutout to @hydrachea for being able to dual wield and letting me talk ship to her, light of my life fr weh). I'm hoping now that 4.1 has been out for a little bit, we'll get some more of them, though. I've dug through our dms, and found a hc that takes place after 4.1. So spoilers for that archon quest, but no leaks are involved!

Anyway, I love thinking about how close they cut it at the climax of 4.1, and the aftermath of it all.

Sigewinne somehow finding out what happened down there at the bottom of Meropide while she was evacuating the inmates, and like. She knows what the stakes were. The Primordial Seawater could not be allowed to rise. Clorinde made the right decision in shooting the gate lock. Even if it had killed Wriothesley, it still would have been the right decision.

That doesn't mean it's not a bitter pill to swallow.

Sigewinne can usually put it out of mind during the day, especially when she's busy treating patients, but it's harder when she's asleep. She dreams of the evacuation, and the alarm blaring, and waiting and waiting and waiting, and Clorinde walking past, alone, with her head down and her fists shaking, until Neuvilette finally approaches. Wriothesley isn't with him.

And Neuvilette's face doesn't really show much. It never does. But Sigewinne is close enough to the surface that she can hear the absolute downpour raging outside as Neuvilette tells her that he's sorry, he's so so sorry, and he gives her a gray and black and red coat, so soaked through with Primordial Seawater that he'd been afraid to let anyone else touch it, and the fur collar is matted and wet against Sigewinne's face when she clutches it close-

Sigewinne jolts awake, grasping at whatever is in her reach, which just happens to include Wriothesley's arm. His eyes almost immediately fly open, slurring out a mix of what's goin' on and what's wrong, and then a do we need to evacuate and poor Sigewinne, she feels awful. He hasn't been sleeping as well since the almost-flood, every little sound wakes him up now.

(There are nights where she'll wake up alone, and if she goes looking, she'll find Wriothesley, still in his sleep clothes and looking exhausted, down under their secret passage and staring at Neuvilette's seal over the sluice gate. Like he's keeping watch over it, or just daring it to try and do something.

Whenever she finds him like this, Sigewinne tells him to come on, come back to bed, and he'll keep his eye on it until the last possible second, but generally Wriothesley comes when called, and he'll let her lead him away. On his worse nights, he'll tell her to go back without him, he can't sleep anyway, he's going to stay down here for just a little while longer. He'll be back later. And she does occasionally go back to bed, but most of the time she stays, because she doesn't like the idea of him alone down there. Sigewinne will tuck herself into his side, or she'll get him to relax his guard just enough to lay with his head in her lap, and they'll stay there like that until Wriothesley finally decides he can bear to leave it alone and go back to bed with her.)

So with all that in mind, when she accidentally wakes him up, Sigewinne quickly gets her breathing back under control and pets his hair until he relaxes again. She tells him it's fine, everything is ok. Meropide is safe. Their home and everyone in it is safe. Go back to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to go up to the overworld for supplies in the morning. She'll go sleep in the infirmary, she just had a nightmare, is all (the truth), it was nothing, she barely even remembers it anymore (a lie).

Sigewinne doesn't even make it out of bed, though, because when she tries to go, she finds her wrist suddenly caught. She turns back and Wriothesley is squinting up at her face, human night vision isn't nearly as good as a Mélusine's. They sit there like that for a moment, until she can see through the expression on his face that he's come to some sort of decision. Wriothesley pulls her back in and Sigewinne lets him, lets him rearrange them into something more comfortable. It's easy to give up when it's him, she didn't truly want to leave anyway. By the time he makes a satisfied little huff into her hair, Sigewinne is tucked under his chin, her face against his chest, one arm wrapped around her to keep her there. She pats his side and tells him ok, ok, she gets it. She won't go anywhere.

Wriothesley buries his face in her hair and sighs at that, something deeper and more content that hilariously reminds Sigewinne of a dog asleep on the floor. "Good." Wriothesley sounds like he's already half-asleep again. His arm still tightens around her waist though, just to make a point. "How could I sleep, when I know you're off somewhere crying alone?"

Sigewinne touches her cheek, and sure enough, it's wet? She has tear tracks. No wonder Wriothesley had been staring at her so hard. She hadn't even realized. And she opens her mouth to protest because she wasn't crying, some tears in her sleep doesn't count, but. Wriothesley is already asleep again, breathing slow and deep and even, and his arm is heavy and warm around her, and his sleep shirt is soft and comfortable against her face, not at all like the fur-collared coat in her dreams.

Sigewinne gives in again, curls into all that warmth and wraps herself up in it, until it lulls her back to sleep.

#sigewrio #wriosig #wriowinne #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact sigewinne #THEM.....#augh my heart #I love them so much rolling around kicking making girly noises on my bed #I love thinking about Rosie being protective of Meropide #he put so much work into this place #into these people #I have bigger longer thoughts for that which will maybe go into their own post later #but after his release because I wrote them in a dm one (1) whole day before reading project amber and oh my god #the leaks made it SO much funnier JFKLJASKLDFJ #just realized I called him Rosie in a tag so just for the record that's my nickname I usually use for Wriothesley #it will probably happen again #but anyway yes post-4.1 hurt/comfort #they're so so sweet and they go through it a little bit but they have each other for it <3 #I hope this is enough of a starter anon I have more for later though #thank you so much it made me really happy to get this ask <3 #genshin impact #genshin impact 4.1 #wriothesley #sigewinne #ask #answer #anon

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