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Sirens - Blog Posts
It started raining and the trailer park we're staying at is flooding.
There has just been an announcement that the water is coming down from the mountain :)
Yay!! Mud water!!! :D
There goes the electricity :)
It's dripping though the lamp.
It's now very dark.
The storm sirens are all going off.
Huh there goes the last light of hope I had.
I'll update if anymore happens.
Update!
It's getting darker :))))))))
Update 2!
The sun has gone down 👍
Update 3!
My dad moved the trailer. We're now no longer standing in water. :)
Goodbye friends :)
I shall live another day >:D
Mermay…2018? #throwbackthursday https://www.instagram.com/p/B-e7bOvHGVk/?igshid=5y4831g6kmlq
Steve's been a sailor for years. He's survived a lot of different "adventures".
Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to survive being left on an Island without any supplies.
He's regretting declining the offer to become a Capitan. If he ever makes it back he's begging for the position.
It's not uncommon for an experienced sailor to join a crew that's brand new for a little to help them out. Steve was happy to do it even.
He just didn't think they would leave him stranded on a island in the middle of the ocean.
Steve didn't know what to do so he just started walking towards the trees.
And he kept walking. For hours, maybe even a day or so.
The sun has left and appeared 3 times so it's been a few days. But he kept walking.
Until he started to hear an alluring melody that felt like it was pulling him towards something.
He kept walking towards it and the louder it got the worst the urge got to find the source.
It was hypnotizing.
Eventually he reached a circle lake that was absolutely beautiful. Crystal clear water, pearls and jewels surrounding the edges, the prettiest rocks he has ever seen.
But sitting on a rock was the source of the sound. A man?
A man with a dark red tail and long black hair. It stopped singing once it saw him.
"You finally made it" the man said, voice as mesmerizing as the song it was singing.
Steve didn't say anything. Just continued to stare.
He made it to what? His death? Is this what he was hallucinating while he died? Out of everything he sees a man with a tail and so many expensive items he could probably buy the whole town Steve was from.
He sat down and leaned against a rock, if he was going to die he was going to die comfortably.
As comfortable as sand can be.
"Not talkative? I thought all humans liked using their voice" it asked sliding into the water and swimming closer, crawling out of the water to try and get closer to him.
It layed on the sand next to Steve just starting at him.
"Do you not have a voice?" It asked.
Steve sighed, "I have a voice but I refuse to talk to someone my imagination made" he closed his eyes.
"You think you can imagine something like me," He can hear the smirk in its voice. "Why do you think I'm fake?" Of course, his mind made someone to make his last moments alive hell.
"Because I've been here for days without food and water in the heat, I'm ovbisouly dying. Now be quiet" Steve spat out, just wanting peace in his last moments.
He seriously hoped Robin won't be to devastated when he doesn't return home.
Suddenly something touched his mouth, he jumped back and opened his eyes. The man was holding a cup filled with water.
"Drink" it commanded.
"I'm not drinking water from a uh whatever you are, it's probably not even clean"
"Its rude to assume the worst, isn't it?"
Steve glared at him.
The man sighed and threw a red apple at him, "at least eat that"
Steve scanned the apple for a moment before deciding it was safe and taking a bite.
"So what will it take for me to convince you that im real and trustworthy?"
Maybe being left on this island wasn't so bad.
I'm going blonde for the summer...
But in a Lizzy Grant way
I compiled all 12 days of monsters into a song, After monstober I was still itching to do more! (But definitely on a small scale.) The second half of the holidays will be busy for me, so I thought I'd make sure my festivities are out there whilst I can! Thank you!
On the twelfth day of Christmas, a monster gave to me! Twelve sirens singing! 🎶
“come my way and stay, my honey~”
@mechtober-2024 Day 6, i think? i’m so behind shsndb- (click for better quality-)
sirens was my favorite UDAD song ngl and i like drawing mermaids! so have my three favorite Sirens
other version under the cut :3
I finished it and i don’t even like it. Ugh whyyy
Btw, here is my mermaid!Victuuri piece. The second one is transparent. I hope you like it i guess
Open for better quality. Please do not repost without asking me first.
The first trailer for Glenn’s new series, Sirens, has dropped!
the sirens wouldnt even have to sing beautiful or anything. id still come over to the shallows and rocks to see whats up see whats happening. whats all going on
Melodic, melismatic is she. Her song is her figure dancing in air, steam rising ever out of reach.
Our screams were never songs. Is that what you’ve been hearing all this time?
-Diary of a siren
Suicide Of Talking
When it seems as if all I do is say the wrong words
It just seems like the world would be better off without my voice
A violent soft voice
A little voice meant to destroy
If only it could destroy
Social anxiety,
Selective mutism,
And the awkwardness
Created by me
In other words…it’s hopelessly my fault
My words have a tinge of blue
That slips under the radar
Because word suicide
Doesn’t happen all at once
It starts out as my mind nagging me
That I could have chosen better words
And then it escalates to my mind haunting me
Like a television
That turns on with the help of a ghost
The suicide happens
When I start to believe
That it hurts less
To say less
Instead of saying something I will regret
"Drink from the leche of sirens, summon the sailors in town, strangle the fear of deciding which one's deserving to drown"
Milk of the sirens - Melanie Martinez
Water lilies and a Siren
(Tbh I don’t really like this one but I guess I’ll post it.)
Nobody: When Annabeth heard the sirens singing.
Nah sis was acting wild, like ms girl, I know you want this perfect dream of having your mom and dad proud of you and everything, and having everything you wanted in life complete, but don't try to kill yourself because of it.
This is also good advice if you feel you are not good enough.
THE FIRST CHAPTER IS UP NOW ON Ao3!!! FEEL FREE TO CHECK IT OUT :D
art credits<3: @l-a-l-o-u
ever wanted kataang as a little mermaid retelling, with a bit of an extra romantasy twist?
i present- "you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes"
years ago, the spirits tui and la split the earth between the sky and the sea. however, they did not lose all hope for the rejoining of earth's peoples- tui blessed one avian a generation with the gifts of the mighty avatar, while la carefully selected one siren to grow into the role of the painted lady. the two were their little sliver of hope- hope that one day, the siren and the air-rider would fulfill their destiny, would find a way to reunite the tribes, would be able to root out the poison seeping through the land.
OR: a KATAANG AU where aang is a winged avian and katara is a siren!!!
the following are excerpts from this in-progress work: <3
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
Avatar Aang had been told time and time again that to venture across the surface of the sea when the moon had risen and claimed what rightfully belonged to it was to sign your own death certificate.
And yet, he found himself here, at the water’s edge, skipping stones, lost in thought.
To be the Avatar had once meant something, years before. Before the four tribes had separated, scattered to the ends of the earth. Those who formed fire itself chased the other tribes from the surface lands, those who could move rock and metal burrowed underground, those who flowed with the air sent ships with great sails across the sea until they reached towering mountain spires.
Those who bent water, who bent blood… they retreated to the depths of the sea, and with time, they became a part of it. Legend told of the way in which the Water tribes had adapted, two legs smoothed into razor sharp scales and voices twisted into something dark and luring.
Now, they were the monsters known as sirens.
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
As if in answer, the winds of the sea whispered back his own song, the melody made haunted. He made to turn himself away, to find shelter for the night, but that very whispering gave him pause. There was a different quality about it, something feminine, not simply his own voice reflected back. His instincts told him to duck, to crawl, and he did, bracing himself against a stone at the beach’s edge. The sound was louder here. He turned around the rock, wincing in anticipation…
…Only to be met with the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He understood all at once why so many men had fallen prey to the charms of the siren.
For this girl to even gift him a wayward glance, he would build a temple. A religion.
She looked like a painting come to life, a sculpture kissed by the spirits themselves.
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
“I thought that sirens made a point of dragging Airriders to the depths of the ocean long before either party exchanged names.”
“Did you truly think so little of me?”
“The legends seem to think very little of you, at least. Me? I’m still making up my mind.” Aang tossed her a teasing grin.
“You seem fairly calm for a man who believes his fate to be sealed.” Katara raised her eyebrows, crossing her slender arms over one another.
“If my destiny is to spend the last few moments of my life at the side of such a lovely enchantress, who am I to fight it?”
“Handsome and a charmer. Is that your plan, to lull and seduce me into a sense of false security so that you can send a blast of air at my gills and leave me stranded in the bay?”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you are meant to be the lulling seductress of the two of us.”
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
He smiled down at her, reaching out to take her hand in his and press his lips against her perfect skin. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Katara.”
She pushed herself up off of her elbows, reaching up to brush her lips against his cheek. “The pleasure has been all mine, Airrider Aang.” With that, she slipped back under the waves of the sea, and Aang was left to wonder if the entire exchange of words had been nothing more than the spirited imaginings of a madman stranded and drowned at sea.
♥ if you want to stick around for this to come out, feel free to head over to my ao3 here! ->
art credits<3: @l-a-l-o-u
ever wanted kataang as a little mermaid retelling, with a bit of an extra romantasy twist?
i present- "you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes"
years ago, the spirits tui and la split the earth between the sky and the sea. however, they did not lose all hope for the rejoining of earth's peoples- tui blessed one avian a generation with the gifts of the mighty avatar, while la carefully selected one siren to grow into the role of the painted lady. the two were their little sliver of hope- hope that one day, the siren and the air-rider would fulfill their destiny, would find a way to reunite the tribes, would be able to root out the poison seeping through the land.
OR: a KATAANG AU where aang is a winged avian and katara is a siren!!!
the following are excerpts from this in-progress work: <3
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
Avatar Aang had been told time and time again that to venture across the surface of the sea when the moon had risen and claimed what rightfully belonged to it was to sign your own death certificate.
And yet, he found himself here, at the water’s edge, skipping stones, lost in thought.
To be the Avatar had once meant something, years before. Before the four tribes had separated, scattered to the ends of the earth. Those who formed fire itself chased the other tribes from the surface lands, those who could move rock and metal burrowed underground, those who flowed with the air sent ships with great sails across the sea until they reached towering mountain spires.
Those who bent water, who bent blood… they retreated to the depths of the sea, and with time, they became a part of it. Legend told of the way in which the Water tribes had adapted, two legs smoothed into razor sharp scales and voices twisted into something dark and luring.
Now, they were the monsters known as sirens.
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
As if in answer, the winds of the sea whispered back his own song, the melody made haunted. He made to turn himself away, to find shelter for the night, but that very whispering gave him pause. There was a different quality about it, something feminine, not simply his own voice reflected back. His instincts told him to duck, to crawl, and he did, bracing himself against a stone at the beach’s edge. The sound was louder here. He turned around the rock, wincing in anticipation…
…Only to be met with the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He understood all at once why so many men had fallen prey to the charms of the siren.
For this girl to even gift him a wayward glance, he would build a temple. A religion.
She looked like a painting come to life, a sculpture kissed by the spirits themselves.
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
“I thought that sirens made a point of dragging Airriders to the depths of the ocean long before either party exchanged names.”
“Did you truly think so little of me?”
“The legends seem to think very little of you, at least. Me? I’m still making up my mind.” Aang tossed her a teasing grin.
“You seem fairly calm for a man who believes his fate to be sealed.” Katara raised her eyebrows, crossing her slender arms over one another.
“If my destiny is to spend the last few moments of my life at the side of such a lovely enchantress, who am I to fight it?”
“Handsome and a charmer. Is that your plan, to lull and seduce me into a sense of false security so that you can send a blast of air at my gills and leave me stranded in the bay?”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you are meant to be the lulling seductress of the two of us.”
⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩
He smiled down at her, reaching out to take her hand in his and press his lips against her perfect skin. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Katara.”
She pushed herself up off of her elbows, reaching up to brush her lips against his cheek. “The pleasure has been all mine, Airrider Aang.” With that, she slipped back under the waves of the sea, and Aang was left to wonder if the entire exchange of words had been nothing more than the spirited imaginings of a madman stranded and drowned at sea.
