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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Harley: I'll never talk!

Bruce, sharpening knife: I have ways of making people talk.

Harley:

Bruce: *cuts a piece of cake*

Harley: ...Can I have some?

Bruce: Cake is for talkers.

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sinnful-darling · 9 months

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YAN! MALE SIREN PRINCE

tws: kidnapping, ummm siren’s song is used to aid said kidnapping

this male siren is the eldest. if this is well-liked, i’ll prolly do the other six siblings :D

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, hates humans. They’re dirty and disgusting and selfish and they’re destroying his home!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who is the heartstopper of the Seven Seas. His beauty is unrivaled! He’s also extremely intelligent and his combat skills are some of the best too!

♡Yandere! Male Siren who’s one of seven children. He’s the eldest of the siblings, at a height of 7′5 (when he’s not slouching), and usually spends his time learning how to manage a Kingdom.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s the Heir of the Siren Folk, but would rather stick his nose in the book that he stole from that human earlier... what? That human just had good taste!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who actually stole from you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, when you come back late at night after realizing that you’d lost the book your loved one gave you, is absolutely mesmerized by you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who calls out to you on a whim, and hands you the book back, politely asking that you don’t tell anyone about his existence after he apologizes for stealing something so important to you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who becomes a very close friend to you. He’s polite and charming, and he’s extremely handsome...

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who was distraught when you said you had to go back to college and had to leave the AirBnB you and your friends rented for the summer. He asked that you come see him one last time before you left for school and you’d agreed.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who had to concoct a plan and quick !

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sifts through some old text and finds a spell to allow you to breathe underwater long enough for him to get you to his castle. Sure, his family will be upset, but he’ll protect you!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sings the spell, forcing you to swim to him in the cold ocean water. He’s quick to snatch you up, throwing you over his shoulder with an iron grip so you can’t get away, and hurriedly swims back down to his castle.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who understands why you’re so upset with him and is extremely patient with you while you acclimate.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who doesn’t notice that his siblings are also feeling the same way he is, and is furious with them when he finds out... but eventually comes around to the idea of sharing. But you love him the most right?

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who makes sure to take good care of you. He makes sure you’re fed properly and clean, and he’s always quick to have a MerMaid (get it?? lmao) fetch whatever you want.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s just so sweet and only wants to love you :((

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wingedcat13 · 2 years

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Synovus: Siren Call (1)

[Surprise! Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me! I took a break from writing these for a bit, but I did want to get through the idea I had about something from Minerva's perspective. This one is in third person, set after Villains Never Retire. No idea what I'm talking about? Check out the first of the Synovus works here! There'll be a bit of a delay, but this one will join the rest of the Synoverse up on Ao3 here. How many parts will this be? I've learned my lesson, I'm not estimating.]

Minerva had stopped expecting her life to be ‘normal’ before she’d graduated High School.

When at 16 you were already having to downplay your physical strength to avoid taking doors off of their hinges, and realizing that you could never, ever join the swim team even if you could absolutely destroy any of the times they posted, there were a few other things your mind put together in the background.

Like the fact that you would never be safe again.

Hiding things about herself wasn’t exactly conducive to the kind of relationship she wanted, so romance was dead. That was fine at the time, actually, most of the people she’d been interested in had turned out to be more interested in… well, a variety of things ranging from other people to free emotional support. The point was, she’d been more upset by the idea that any of her personal goals for a career were now permanently marred by the terror that she’d have to do some kind of blood test that would brand her as a ‘cape.’

And that it would have to be hidden was never even a question. Sure, there were heroes around who people were proud of when she was younger. But every so often, those heroes would go out to fight, and be seen again as scorched remains in a crater left by a man called Sunhallow. Other villains, too. People said he was targeting anyone who might be a threat to him if they didn’t work for him.

Kids in her classes had mostly made fun of the costume.

Even after Sunhallow’s disappearance and rumored death, when she was in her senior year, people were wary. Things like Sunhallow didn’t just die. They always came back. There was always a second shoe to drop.

And no one knew about her then, not yet, so she thought maybe... maybe she could live a little?

Going off to college had felt like the last chance she had at any degree of ‘normalcy’ and even that was tempered by the gnawing sense of something missing, something wrong. She’d put it down to anxiety about her classes and pushed through it, sure it would eventually pass.

Minerva hadn’t been a teenager for about two decades now. But that sense of… something missing had never really gone away.

She'd experimented with drinking and with a few variations on marijuana, and a variety of at-home remedies like aromatherapy and meditations. She'd tried a therapist, twice, even though she felt like she couldn't tell them everything about herself, and she knew that kind of defeated a lot of the point of therapy. And that gnawing feeling continued, until it seemed stranger to imagine a world without it.

There were times it was so muted, so quiet that she could forget about it - when she was in a fight, or diving, or when Alexandria had been little. Sometimes Albion could drive it away, and make her feel sane.

But she’d never felt quite as… at peace, as she did when she was in costume. That was the only time, the only place, that the sense of something missing really faded away.

Plenty of people had told her that every cape had something deeply wrong with them, to be the kind of person to do what they did. Minerva had never corrected them.

—-

“You’re awake early.”

Minerva glanced over one shoulder, unsurprised to see Synovus draped against half of her doorframe. She’d left the door open, and Synovus was very carefully on the edge where she could shut the door in their face, if she’d wanted. Trying not to be an intrusion, even as they unrepentantly stuck their metaphorical nose into her business.

“Judging by your face, you haven’t slept.” Minerva said critically.

Synovus made a noise of mock dismay, and Minerva risked giving them a closer look. Yes, the bags under their eyes were more pronounced than usual, and their hair was a barely-contained mess, but none of that worried her. The haphazard state of their clothing was, frankly, par for the course around the island these days.

“Evil never sleeps, m-Minerva.” The slip up was slight, covered for quickly and smoothly. Once, she wouldn’t have caught it. Now, she knew Synovus better.

‘My Dear Minerva,’ they’d almost said.

Minerva ignored it.

“I’m taking that trip to the mainland I talked about.” She explained, turning her back on the most confusing human being she’d ever known in favor of checking her case’s contents for the third time.

Synovus hummed, and Minerva stiffened on reflex. She relaxed almost as quickly, but still mentally scolded herself. Synovus hummed when they were uncertain of themselves, not to try and trap her into an argument. They’d said several times that she was both welcome to stay and to leave at her discretion.

This was normal. This was fine.

“If you should… need anything, while you’re out there-“ Synovus was picking their words carefully, skirting around potential condescension or worry to come off as affable, almost disinterested. It didn’t really work.

“I will be fine.” Minerva says firmly, turning to glare if need be.

Instead, she meets Synovus’s gaze. Their eyes are clear for the moment, no shadows flickering, no lights swirling. Instead, the only thing she sees in them is… confidence.

“I know.” Synovus says, and even the faint lilt of humor isn’t enough to hide the certainty in that statement. They clear their throat, “I have no misgivings about your strength and ability to use it, Lady Minerva. But, should you wish to be better than ‘fine’ while out and about in the world…”

They trail off, and Minerva wonders, idly, if it’s possible to push them so far into discomfort that they start using ‘thee’ instead of ‘you.’ She’d rather think about that than the sheer faith Synovus had in her, and what that might mean aside from further proof Synovus was -

There were too many ways to finish that sentence. Her mind rejected all of them with a studious determination before Synovus realized she wasn’t going to finish their sentence either.

“… you will call?” They asked softly.

A few months ago, Minerva might’ve sneered at the implication she would ever ask Synovus for anything. But then she’d been captured, ‘outmaneuvered’ by a pair of up-and-coming villains with a hostage trick, and then each and every one of her backup plans came crashing down when her daughter had been thrown into a trap right beside her.

And then there had been rain in the desert, and the sound of a Villain’s taunt ringing through the spire’s PA system, and eventually - Synovus themself, there to take both of them home. Even if they’d had several reasons to do it that had nothing to do with her, or Alexandria.

“One day, Minerva.” Synovus had murmured then, “I'm going to prove to you that my affection for you is not a trap”

“I’ll call when I’m on my way back to the island.” Minerva said coolly now, closing a mental door on the reverie. “If only so you don’t wake your entire staff in a panic.”

Synovus winced. A week prior, the sensors that alerted any Cape’s approach to the island had mis-triggered, mistaking a particularly dense patch of seagulls for someone with flight making an unauthorized approach. Watching the way everyone leapt to alarm stations and fell immediately into place had been impressive. Watching a sleep deprived Synovus throw their helmet at the birds (and miss) once they’d realized what had happened had been hilarious.

"Who's panicking?" The bleary voice comes from behind Synovus, and they shift aside to let Alexandria through.

Minerva's wayward teenage daughter looked like she was still contemplating waking up - like her body had just gotten ahead of schedule, and the rest of her hadn't caught up yet. Synovus ruffled her hair affectionately as she passed.

"No one yet, though the night's still young." Synovus replied, while Alexandria stepped forward to hug Minerva.

Minerva was still trying to learn not to hug too tightly, every time something happened. Logically, she knew there was nowhere in the world safer than Synovus's island. And she knew her daughter could defend herself.

But Minerva had been afraid of losing her long before she'd ever been born, and that fear didn't die easy.

"It's seven in the morning." Minerva scolded over Alexandria's shoulder.

Synovus frowned, and made a show of finding their phone to squint at the time it displayed. Their frown deepened, as though they had caught the bit of technology lying to them.

Alexandria had shifted from a full hug to standing to one side, still leaning on Minerva. "I'll call Rosie." She threatened. The yawn that cut her off kept her from living up to her chosen moniker.

Synovus shrugged, slipping the phone back into a pocket. "I won't sleep any faster if they're yelling at me." They point out. "Anyway, your mother-" It was always 'your mother' in front of Alexandria, "-agreed to call ahead on her way back. So we don't get another birdstrike scenario."

"It'd be more like the time with the dolphins." Alexandria remarked. Minerva raised a brow, looking from her daughter back to Synovus, who turned both hands palm up and looked mildly chagrined.

"Nevermind, I'm sure I don't want to know." Minerva says, waving it off both to avoid the headache, and because she's still itching to get going.

Alexandria knows the tone well enough - she gives Minerva another squeeze, then slips away to join Synovus by the doorway. She yawns again, and calls back over her shoulder, "Tell Gran and Gramps I said hi."

When she's gone again, Synovus and Minerva consider each other - one hesitant, the other wary. After a moment, Synovus extends a hand, offering, "Safe travels."

Minerva checks their palm for a sign of something they might be trying to slip her before shaking it. "Thanks." She said flatly.

And if she finds herself rubbing her fingers on the walk down to the beach, well, it's a subconscious tic. Unrelated.

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There’s a common phrase that’s worked it’s way into becoming a whole saying.

“You never forget your first.”

For most people, that’s a marker of a degree of intimacy - a first crush, a first kiss, a first sexual experience. But it holds true for other things as well - like a first horrific allergic reaction. And arguments can be made that that’s all love really is, anyway.

Among the caped community, there’s a different list of firsts. The first person you told about your abilities. The first time you found out you had abilities. The first other hero you’d ever met. A popular ice breaker at parties is ‘the first person you ever saved.’

Less popular are the counterpoints: the first person you couldn’t save. The first villain you encountered. The first time you had to choose in the heat of a moment, and you chose wrong.

For Minerva, a terrifying amount of her caped ‘firsts’ have the same name - Albion.

He’d been the first person to find out about her abilities, and the first powered person she’d ever met face to face. A misunderstanding wherein he thought she’d been swept out to sea by a riptide and she assumed the figure dropping from the sky was out to get her had resulted in a very confused half-fight, wherein they’d saved each other from their own nonsense.

She’d thought once that that was how it would always be - saving each other. Things had turned out more in favor of the slap-fighting and misunderstandings.

—-

Minerva is working up the courage to get out of her car when her phone buzzes.

Alex: So how’s it going?

Despite herself, Minerva smiles, just a little. She can’t put her finger on why, and doesn’t try to.

Min: I’ve only just gotten here. Haven’t even knocked on the door yet.

Alex: Okay, then how was the drive?

Min: It was fine.

Minerva grimaces. That feels insufficient. She wracks her memory for something else to add, but the drive was hardly anything, nothing stands out. Before she can come up with something else, there’s a response:

Alex: Y’know, I should’ve offered to fly you over.

Minerva raises an eyebrow.

Min: And why’s that?

Alex: I still want to let you talk to them alone and everything, but they could’ve just seen me drop you off, and been like “who’s that really cool goth girl?”

Alex: And you could say something like “I have much to tell you” and bam, ice broken.

Min: Is Synovus giving you advice on dramatic entrances?

Alex: You never told me that one time they stole a whole cruise ship for the ambiance.

Min: Is that what they’re calling it?

Minerva’s mouth twitches again. Yes, Synovus had commandeered a cruise ship, and spent the whole fight spouting off about how it was good to have ‘variety’ in one’s combat scenarios. They’d also convinced part of the ship’s entertainment crew to set up a big ‘reveal’ of who had taken over the ship, as though anyone else would’ve bothered to think of musical cues.

She’d been tempted to sink the ship.

While Alexandria goes briefly radio-silent - presumably to grill Synovus for more details on the cruise ship story - Minerva looks up towards the house she’s never seen before.

It’s a relatively unassuming one-story. It’s ten minutes on foot from here to where the coast starts, and she could have her feet in the water by the fifteen minute mark. The sound of the waves is different here than it is on the island - there aren’t any cliffs or underwater tunnels, only the long smooth curve of a beach made more of rocks than sand. It’s soothing.

A twitch of a curtain in one window reminds her she’s looking at the house, not the ocean. Mentally, she scolds herself for wasting time.

She allows herself one last white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and one last deep breath.

Then Minerva gets out of her car, and goes to talk to the parents she hasn’t seen in seven years.

—-

When Minerva became a hero, it went something like this:

She’d always been a strong swimmer. Her family lived near the water line, always, so it wasn’t unusual for her to come into contact with the ocean at least once a day, when the weather was fair, and rain or snow when it wasn’t.

Her parents had always seemed overly cautious about calling her out of the water before it got too cold, or before she could get too tired, but that’s any child’s perspective. She wouldn’t get sick from a bit of splashing around, even if there were frost films on the windows and flurries in the air. And as she got older, they trusted her to know her limits more and more, and her confidence had only grown.

Which was why, when they’d seen the small crowd gathering at the road not far from where they lived at the time and heard the murmurs that someone had been swept out to sea, Minerva had been absolutely certain that she could save them.

She’d gone home, put on her wetsuit, and been out of her window in minutes. It wasn’t hard to find a cove out of sight of the news crews and nervous watchers. And even as the light was dimming, she didn’t feel afraid.

Because once Minerva was in the water, nothing could touch her.

It wasn’t as though she didn’t feel the currents, the motions of the waves - she did. They just didn’t have sway over her unless she allowed it. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t tell the light was darkening, or the temperature falling - she could. They were just minor shifts, like the movement of a sunbeam across her arms while she read in the windowsill.

So Minerva had swept out on the same current that had ripped a man from the shallows, and looked for the signs of a person’s floundering.

This, admittedly, had been the weakest part of her plan, because she had no idea how to find someone in the vast expanse of potential that was the ocean. All she really had going for her was that she was fast, could manually follow the currents, and didn’t get cold. And, she eventually realized, she might’ve been looking for a corpse instead of a person, and how would she find that?

Those doubts had just had time to start to settle when she found him.

Minerva never did learn his name, but he was a few years older than her, there visiting his family, which was why he hadn’t known the signs he needed to look out for. He knew what a riptide was, and that he was supposed to try and swim parallel to shore to escape it, but everything happened so fast and it was so cold, that all he could really do was tread water. At least, that’s the story she got out of him as she towed him back to shore.

The only time her courage had faltered had been when he’d asked for her name, after she’d brought him to the secluded cove, and directed him towards the crowd.

“You saved my life.” He’d explained, still dazed and weak. “Who do I - how do I thank you?”

And there had been a sudden feeling of ice water down her spine, as she’d remembered the stories of what happened to people who were saviors.

“Tell them a Naiad saved you.” She’d called, moving back into the waves. “It’s true enough!”

There’d been speculation that he misheard her, and that her name was ‘Maya’ for a while. But in the end, the story faded - and Minerva never forgot.

—-

There’s no good, simple way to repair a cut tie with someone you love.

Whether things frayed until they snapped, withered and disintegrated, or were cut cleanly, that thread can never be respun. You have to start over, and try and weave with the tangled threads of what’s left.

Sometimes the threads are still the same color - soft pastels of passing friendships that blend well enough when they’re given the opportunity. Sometimes you find that while you weren’t looking (and sometimes when you were) the threads have been dyed, and the red that meant love once has been shot through with the purples of bruises and resentment, its original hues shifted to rage. That was what Minerva expected to find, when she came home. That’s what most of her own tapestry looked like these days, after all.

Instead, she found the golden honey color of home.

—-

It took a few hours for them to all wind up at the kitchen table. They’d covered for some of the awkwardness by showing her the house - her father’s most recent crochet project, pictures of last year’s garden, how her mother had finally decided to organize the spice cabinet after six years of deliberation and relabeling.

(She’d frowned and swapped two canisters while Minerva’s father wasn’t looking, and Minerva nearly cried at the familiarity of it.)

Then had come the insistence of refreshments, of warm drinks against the coolness of the weather. The porch was a bit damp, and the living room a bit dark, but the table was mostly clear so long as she didn’t mind shuffling aside a few skeins of yarn, would that do?

And so they’d settled in, as the rain drummed softly into the roof and dripped from the overhang that shielded the window. And her father had taken a breath, met her eyes, and said,

“We love you. And you don’t owe us a damn thing.”

Minerva had blinked. That wasn’t what she was expecting.

Her mother nodded firmly, adding, “Not an explanation, not an apology - if you want to talk about any of it, Min, you know - I want you to know - that we’ll listen, anytime, anywhere. But if all you want is to come over for dinner, then that’s all we’ll do.”

Minerva stared at her cup, trying to think of where to begin. What would be polite - no, they didn’t stand on manners with family. What would be right- well, by whose standards? What did she want?

Finally, she croaked, “I think I - I want you to ask.”

And so they did.

And so Minerva told them.

She told them about how she’d become slowly convinced that her continued nearness to them was putting them in danger. She told them about how Albion was always reminding her of the need to be cautious, the importance of not ever being caught. She told them about how sometimes he’d bring up the Sunhallow purges, and try to make a plan for what they’d do if it ever happened again.

She told them about how he’d begged her to make the move, citing crime rates and health statistics and population graphs, anything to get her to concede they would be better - safer - away from the city, further inland. If not for her, then for their child. And how she’d eventually caved, because if he was so worried, and this would bring him more peace of mind, then she could bear it. It would keep the people she loved safe.

She told them about how she’d tried to look into finding a place near water - a lake, a pond, a river. Every time, Albion had assured her that he was keeping that in mind, but that he’d handle it, really. She didn’t need to stress, especially when she was keeping up with so much otherwise. He admired her for being able to manage so much, the house and the hero gig, and could he just do this one thing for her?

She told them about how the house had been twenty minutes away from the nearest large water source. About how she’d begged him for something - anything. A koi pond. A pool. A goddamned well.

“Think about how that would look to the neighbors, ‘Thena.” He’d said worriedly. “I know you - you get underwater and you don’t come out for hours. They’ll think you’re drowning yourself.”

So they’d bought the largest tub she could find, and she’d spent as much time as she could submerged in it, staring at its porcelain sides and the bathroom lighting and feeling like a fish in a bowl. She’d told herself it was a selfish thought.

She told them about how he would sometimes grab her too roughly, or slam things around her. Sometimes it was a joke, played off as training her instincts. Sometimes it wasn’t.

“I just - you’re the only person in the whole world I can let my guard down around.” He’d muttered to her, mid-apology after a shove had left her sternum aching and purple. “I love you so much, I don’t stop to think.”

Somehow, she’d wound up being the one comforting him.

And she chokes out how having accepted those reasons made it easier to believe them herself, when Alex had the occasional bruise. When she reached out to slap her hand away from something, or pulled a bit too roughly. It felt like validation for everything Albion had said - look, it was easy to fall into. It didn’t mean anything.

It happened all the time.

And there was no one, by then, to tell her otherwise, because friendships were liabilities and risks that they couldn’t take, because it wasn’t right to endanger others with a secret they would never share. There were no work friends. No PTA rivalries. No soccer parent associations.

There was only the house, and the freedom that came from going out in costume. And even then, there could be no interviews, and every statement had to be carefully measured so that no one - not a villain, or a civilian, or even another hero - could learn something they shouldn’t.

Laying it out like this, Minerva realizes that it’s no wonder she only ever felt like herself in a fight. It was the only time she didn’t have to hold back any part of who she was.

She’s expecting her parents to condemn her for not realizing when she’d turned from - (her mind skitters away from the term ‘abused’) bystander to accomplice in Albion’s behavior. She’s expecting hurt that she didn’t trust them to make their own decisions about risks. She’s expecting them to say they taught her better than this.

Instead, they listen. Even when there are times one or both tightens their grip on their mugs, or wrestles to avoid showing some emotion (because it is no mystery where she got her temper; none of them are strangers to righteous rage) they do not interject outside of the quiet, prompting questions. And when she finally stumbles to a halt, before she’s even gotten to Synovus and the kidnapping, her mother comes to kneel beside her and wrap her arms around her, while her father stands at her other shoulder and does the same.

“You’re free now?” Her mother asks, running her fingers through Minerva’s hair. “You and Alex both?”

Minerva nods. She clears her throat, enough to force two words out, “Albion’s dead.”

She realizes that there’s an implication there, that she wielded the spear that killed him. The idea doesn’t hurt as much as it would’ve once - but neither of her parents so much as blink.

“Good.” Her mother says firmly. “Then that’s all you need to focus on right now, Min. No matter how long it takes you to untangle the knots he’s tied you in - you’re free.”

—-

Truth be told, Minerva doesn’t know when her parents figured out she had powers. For all she knows, they had known since she was born.

But one night, when she and Albion had been staying with her parents for a week, and they’d gone out to fight, they came back to see one of her parents on the porch, the other in the windowsill.

“You’re both alright?” Her father had asked.

No surprise. No exclamations. No how-could-yous. Concern. Acknowledgement. A reminder of when breakfast would be ready.

And that was that.

—-

The guest room in their new house isn’t the same as a childhood bedroom, but to Minerva, it feels similar. She’s under their roof again, with all the reflexive memories and half-forgotten ones tugged along with them.

She had expected to feel… well, different. Not good, probably kind of bad. And she didn’t feel lighter yet, the way people said confessions were supposed to make you feel. Instead, Minerva felt… raw. Sticky. Like the truth she’d tried to ‘set free’ had just come back to cling to her.

She was too emotionally exhausted to try and parse that. Better to get some sleep, if she could.

Minerva unzipped her suitcase, flipping it open on the bed. Her suitcase, that she’d checked so many times over. The suitcase with all of her clothing and things in perfect organization, untouched.

And a postcard sitting loose on top of them.

It had to have been custom-made. There was no stamp, for one thing, no actual postal markings. Just the same shape and size, with the same stylized ‘Wish you were here’ emblazoned across a picture… a picture of Synovus. On the beach. In full costume. With the necessary additions of a woven wide-brim hat and loose Hawaiian floral shirt left unbuttoned, on top of the helmet and body armor. They were holding a glass of juice with a little umbrella and a silly straw.

Alone in this bedroom that wasn’t hers, but might’ve been, Minerva burst out laughing.

#Synoverse #Siren Call #Naiad #Synovus #tw abuse mention #Did I sit on this for an absurdly long time?#Yes #Did I know immediately that I wanted that fucking postcard to be in this piece?#Also yes

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starrspice · 1 year

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Obsessed with the pirate au, how serious were Y/N's physical injuries? How long did it take them to recover from psychological injuries and how did they do it? What are their roles on the ship? Oh oh! Since they don't speak, did Sun and Moon try to communicate with Y/N through signs or writing?

Their injuries weren't anything TOO insanely severe. The worst they had when Sun and Moon rescued them was a deep gash in need from stitches, a twisted ankle and some bruising (especially where their chains were)

Although Sun and Moon were horrified to see all their old scars plenty of which were caused by Y/N just surviving in the sea. But plenty of which were caused by brutal batterings from previous "Owners" trying to tame them as though they were a beast

As for their Psychological injuries those are a bit more complicated. Y/N was discovered to be a siren years ago so they've been sold, traded, "tamed", and "trained" countless times. They have an innate distrust of everyone they meet now, and have some pretty heavy trauma that continues to affect them. But they're trying to heal and move on.

Along the way they kind of recognized that just like there are good and bad sirens, some humans are good, and some are bad. It took a lot of help and kindness from some nicer people for them to learn how to trust again but they're certainly more wary than when they were younger. So they're extra cautious with Sun and Moon. Scared and debating whether they can truly trust the two or not. As for the how, when you're chained up like an animal left alone in a cage one has lots of time to think and introspect

As for their role on the ship they really don't do much at first, as Sun and Moon insist on their injuries healing first. But after that they're just slowly eased into general shipwork. Mostly like cleaning until they learn the more intricate jobs. They still remember a littke from their early years becoming a sailor but they're very rusty.

That is indeed the trouble! Truthfully they don't really communicate at all. Since they refuse to talk, they didn't even acknowledge when Sun and Moon talked to them until a little after their injuries healed. At one point they tried talking through sign (only to realize they only know mer sign and Sun and Moon couldn't possibly know it)

As far as human languages go they can speak a few fairly well (perks of being a siren) but they're pretty illiterate with anything other than Mermaid and Siren literature so Sun and Moon just kind of learn to read their body language and facial expressions

#askbox #ask starr #fnaf pirate au #pirate au #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #pirate sun #pirate moon #siren y/n #tw: mentions of injuries #tw: mentions of trauma #tw: mentions of abuse

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veganpepperoni · 7 months

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TW: mention of W33d, sirens

Dear TGS fans…

(Based on extremely scientific research conducted by @arythusa /j)

#tw mention of w33d #tw sirens #character art #fanart #jekyll and hyde #tgs #tgs jekyll #tgs volume one #the glass scientists #tgs meme

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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I just felt the urge to see this: Bruce and Selina just being cute to each other

They go as Gomez and Morticia Addams for Halloween.

When all the kids are asleep, they bury themselves under five blankets with the cookies they secretly stashed and watch all the movies they normally can't.

One of their dates is at an upscale burger place. They each order a different burger with fancy toppings, but Selina finds she's not a fan of the caramelized onions, so she trades it for Bruce's avocados. But wait, they gave Bruce tomatoes when he said no tomatoes so he swaps it for Selina's sauteed mushrooms. Then she realizes she'd rather have his brioche over her pretzel bun, so they switch again. They keep going until they've swapped burgers entirely.

Before Alfred goes on vacation, he buys two Roombas so Bruce won't destroy the house attempting to clean. Cue Roomba design contests and racing them down the hall.

When Bruce is on a mission without cell signal, Selina communicates with him via pizza delivery.

Bruce commissions a replica Louvre filled with pictures of Selina.

Bruce is the "LOOKIT MY WIFE" guy. Every interview, every conversation, he finds a way to make it about how great Selina is.

And similarly, Selina is like "I got me a man who can..." before going on about something absurd yet sweet Bruce does, like buying an industrial can of beans when she offhandedly mentioned wanting chili

They never knew each other as teenagers, but that doesn't stop them from acting like it. Like Bruce climbing out the window, running a lap around the Manor, and then tossing rocks at the same window so he can sneak Selina out for a late-night drive.

She makes breakfast, he does dinner. He gets evening theater tickets and she takes him to a museum in the afternoon. She gets him a new tie, he gets her a pair of shoes. He treats her like a queen and she treats him like a king, as it should be.

#bruce wayne #batman #selina kyle #catwoman #batcat #batfamily #batfam #batman family #gotham city sirens #gotham rogues #justice league #dc comics #headcanon #tw food mention

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sinnful-darling · 9 months

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BAERRR THE MALE SIREN ONE WAS JUST SO— JRKEODKDDNDKSSKEKDJDJDK

SCREAMING. 🛐🛐🛐

He makes me wanna punch him in the face (romantically😳)

Are we getting a part 2 soon?? 🤭🤭

YAN! MALE SIREN PRINCE PT2

tws: manipulation mentions, abuse mentions, torture implications (not directed to the reader), domestic violence mentions, regicide,

i didn’t know y’all would like that so much 😭😭 but yes i can do a pt 2.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who, as mentioned before, is the eldest. He’s the heir of the Siren Folk and because of that, his parents are extremely strict.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who has scars on his back from lashings and has had scales ripped off of his tail as a punishment. His parents punish him when he doesn’t live up to their expectations, so he’s become very introverted and resentful because of this.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince whose name is Mattias.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who is natural kind and nurturing, but is also a master of manipulation. Be careful, his words might not be in your best interest at times!

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince whose father was not only abusive to him, but to his mother as well. Because of this, he plans on killing his father and taking the throne to protect his mother and his siblings.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who tried his best to protect his siblings and mother from his father’s wrath, but when his father laid hands on you, he snapped.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who kills his father in a blind rage, claiming the throne and immediately creates a law that protects all human lovers.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who, in case you were wondering, used a spell to permanently allow you to breathe underwater since you refused to become a Siren.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who is a better ruler than his father by far, but because of that, he doesn’t have much time for you anymore.

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who wishes he left his home with you instead of becoming the King. He’d be able to spend more time with you that way…

♡Yan! Male Siren Prince who fakes your deaths and leaves his home to find a new place to live!

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who’s furious when he finds out his siblings figured out his plan and invited themselves >:((

♡ Yan! Male Siren Prince who begrudgingly admits that the more people there are to protect you and have eyes on you the better. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all… but you have to love him the most!

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justletmereadmycomics · 4 months

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CW for descriptive speaking about body horror, blood, and overall lack of grammar tl;dr the average painful-turning-into-a-monster-transformation-sequence media isn't whumpy enough and people need to dive more into shit like turning into merfolk and mutating into weird hybrids that are in the uncanny valley of "feels like my body but not" also please note that this is all just my opinion and experience in media consumption and you are free enjoy what you like; im just bored and felt like rambling with 0 grammar or punctuation today.

hey guys I like seeing people go through intense painful physical transformations with an affect on their mental state that either makes them scared of them selves or forces them to do horrible things that also scare them and can I just say that werewolves are so underwhelming like yeah sure you get taller and turn into a buff ass furry boo hoo go cry about it like most of the time you're not even aware and it only lasts for a fucking night

give me shit like turning into a siren/merperson where they have to feel themself molting and their skin squeezing on their body as scales start to grow and they start mindlessly scratching every where from the pain when uh oh your legs are failing but you can't think about that now until whoopsie daisy your lower limbs are melting together and your pants are magically whooshed away once you're past the nakey parts also did I mention the wonderful possibility of growing fins everywhere and experiencing those tear through your muscles and skin whilst they grow on your back and arms and already painful and foreign feeling tail and also your vocal cords changing to be able to produce siren song shit in a way that makes your throat feel like its being mauled from the inside out oh yeah and also having your eyes fall out and regrown wouldn't that be a fun idea anyways vampires are about the same except a little better than werewolves bc they at least have the possibility of dealing with "the hunger" tm and way more weaknesses that can make them miserable like not being able to be in the sun or eat food anymore bc your body can't handle it one of the better examples ive seen is the one in ROTTMNT: The Movie, where (be warned of spoilers) characters are "possessed", so to speak, and this shit goes on

its a very good movie, highly recommend it (the sereis has two seasons, and I haven't found the movie off of Netflix) also blood and struggling to adjust to a now permanent mental impairment/disadvantage/damage in a sense of "you're not human anymore and so you now have to deal with [blank] thought processes" (eg. someone gaining dragon shit would grow an affinity to hoarding things, not noticing such until their home is incredibly cluttered with piles of shiny items and hating themself for doing something so "inhuman")

things that ive seen that fall in the good transformation category are: demons* birds work most of the time, but you have to give them a beak and shit. also the wings can't just grow out of them painlessly.** most fantasy based anthros, really.*** most mutations seen in TMNT shows (that shits known to be painful bc it alters your DNA mostly through science rather than the normal mystics) bugs *only horns and a tail? weak. give 'em goofy legs and a snout or some shit, spin in a few animal traits just for fun. mental side effects that are nice for these guys tend to be a sudden lust for darkness (or just a sudden intense lust) **I recommend something like their arms falling off, OR something similar to the process in Haibane Renmei (tw for blood and minor body horror). An alternate option that I haven't seen would be to have the arms morph into wings themselves, but none of that grow feathers and get little longer bullshit. Character should feel their bones changing, the flesh forming to create a new limb and feathers piercing their skin like needles. Yes feathers are regularly soft, but imagine having a hundreds of tiny pinprick like things poking out of you and getting longer.

***this does not include fairies and unicorns. The only acceptation for these is character having weird magic fluxes and this becoming an effect of such. for example, if character is becoming a fairy, they will feel themself being compressed as wings either grow from their back or are summoned in a blast of magic that basically cuts them open where the wings "attach" so to speak.

#justletmetalk #if y'all have something to say to defend werewolves being cool or something come at me #you can't say anything about having ears and a tail in daytime and shit that's just fucking annoying #you can hide that easy as fuck all you have to do is worry about like super strength and even then plenty of superheroes deal with that fin #so why shouldn't you #werewolves #vampires #monsters #merfolk #mythical creatures #siren #sirens #whump #transformation whump #tw mentions of body horror #cw mentions of body horror #cw body horror #cw body modification #body mods are a whole other rabbit hole but I love those too

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ficmesideways · 4 months

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Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Hannibal / Siren

Imagine being a siren and in a relationship with Hannibal

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You had met at a lake surprisingly enough while your were both on vacation. Hannibal was an avid swimmer, and you, well you had other affinities for the water. You had talked, laughed, and of course swam for the better part of a week, never needing the use of your song to keep him coming back. Finally, one day he asked to see you more regularly back in the city where he worked. You had agreed as you could easily pass as human; and so started your twisted love story. He was too observant of a human and noticed immediately your enjoyment for what you knew to be human when he cooked for you outside of what the normal response. From there it was simply him watching you closely before he finally learned your secret. You both had the same feelings for each other. Love, with a touch of hunger and insanity too deep to push away. You both agreed that you would live, hunt, and love together until the day came where your other hungers over rid your desire for each other.

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #creature!reader #siren!reader #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal imagine #tw: mentions of cannibalism

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ecoamerica · 20 days

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hermanunworthy · 6 months

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this might be too dark to be funny to anyone but me but

around the time of my bday this year i was like insanely suicidal. but i had to be like "hey dont cry. new dndads episode on ur bday okay?" to myself each day so that sorta kept me going bc i had to know what would happen w hermie 😭 and so. after starting my day crying and panicking and shit. i listen to the new episode. and its finding tori. the ONE EPISODE W THE SUI IDEATION CONTENT WARNING

needless to say. not great for my already fragile mental health. but it was funny. fave episode 👍

#sorry i was just thinking about this again #im doing better nowadays btw dw #this year had some of the lowest lows but also highest highs #and dndads contributed to both of those significantly #tw suicide #suicide mention #tw sui ideation #siren says

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thatonelesbianfander · 1 month

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As the World Caves In (Demus Angst)

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Major Character Death, Angst w/ sad ending, suicide mention, violence mention, crying, sirens, explosion

Word count// 675

Description// It’s the end of the world. The world leaders have all announced that they would be nuking the world and taking off with a bunch of the rich people to start fresh on a new planet. During this time, Remus and Janus spend their final moments together as the world caves in.

Characters// Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders

Pairings// Demus/Dukeceit

AUs// Human AU/ End of the World AU

Author’s note// This is kind of a vent one-shot to get my mind off of a dream I had. It is also based off the song, As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese. Enjoy!

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The world was in chaos. The sounds of car alarms, glass shattering, and screams mixed together as people ran rampant through the streets. The government had announced that all countries came to an unanimous agreement that they were going to nuke the entire world while any rich people and world leaders fled to a new planet. This led to the general public freaking out, causing all hell to break lose. Remus looked out at the chaos outside their window, a solemn expression on their face.

”Mi amor, back away from the window please. There’s too many crazy people out there, I don’t want you getting hurt,” Remus’s spouse, Janus, said. Remus sighed.

”What’s the point? The world’s going to be ending soon… Roman and his partner committed a double suicide when everyone got the message… I’m never going to be able to finish my big project that I’ve been working so hard on… There’s nothing going for me anymore,” Remus said, not looking at Janus. Janus sighed, walking over to its spouse and hugging them.

”I know… But I’d rather spend all the time we have together in our last moments, than have it cut even shorter… Now, come on, let’s spend our time together wisely,” Janus said. Remus smiled a little. The two stood up, Remus grabbing Janus’s hand as the two walked to the living room. The two sat on the couch, Janus turning on the TV and switching to the news. Remus grabbed out a few pens, grabbing one of Janus’s hands. They took off Janus’s gloves and started to doodle on Janus’s hand. They drew many different small tattoo designs as Janus smiled at them, admiring their spouse.

”I love you so much, Remus,” Janus said.

”I love you too, Janus,” Remus said, smiling softly at Janus. The two kissed each other, staying in each other’s embrace for a while before pulling away. Remus continued to doodle on Janus’s hand as the news played in the background. Janus watched the news as the news reporter was attacked on camera by a group of drunk people, the camera soon being ditched on the ground. Janus turned off the TV, sighing as they leaned back on the couch a little.

”Do you think there’s an afterlife for us?” Remus asked as they drew.

”What?” Janus replied, turning its attention to Remus.

”Like, do you think when this is all over, there will be a second life for us where we can be happy and not have to worry about anything?” Remus repeated, looking up at Janus.

”I… I don’t know, Remus… I never really thought about the afterlife… I never even thought this would be happening… But just know… If there is an afterlife, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you’re a part of mine,” Janus responded. Remus smiled softly at Janus, pressing a light kiss to its cheek before capping their pen. Janus reached over for its phone, connecting it to their bluetooth speaker and putting on their slow dancing playlist. Janus stood up, extending their hand out to Remus.

”May I have this last dance, mi amor?” Janus asked. Remus smiled, nodding and grabbing Janus’s hand. Janus pulled Remus up off of the couch and held onto their waist as Remus put their hands on its shoulder. The two started to slow dance as the music played in the background. The two finished slow dancing as the song ended, staying in each other’s arms. They soon heard sirens blaring, knowing that the nuke for their part of the country was just launched. The two looked at each other as tears streamed down their faces.

”Good night, mi amor,” Janus said softly, placing a hand on Remus’s cheek.

”Good night, darling,” Remus responded. The two shared one last kiss before pulling away and collapsing on the ground, holding each other tightly as the world faded to white.

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The Siren Pt. 3

You stared at Siren, the books you’ve read have never been accurate and you knew that now. What exactly was a siren? What sort of creature are they and what were they capable of? “Siren? What is a siren exactly? Our books are obviously outdated and full of incorrect information.” Siren rushed you with a gleaming smile on her face, causing you to flinch away as you remembered the night she raped you. “Oh we sirens are a wondrous creation! Well, I use creation lightly since we are aquatic demons meant to lure people to their death while devouring their essence. But I assume you want something lighter first.”

“We sirens live either in the coral forests or in coves together and when we travel it is normally alone and rarely with a group. When we have a partner, we always keep them close by as our partners always travel with us.” You wanted to bring up a question but Siren put a finger to your lips, “I’m talking about aquatic partners, Land partners are required to stay safe and stay still in our coves. We also mark our mates by biting down hard to draw blood, this in turn allows the mark to scar and warn off others that might try to initiate with our mates. Mermaids and other sirens are quite respectful of the mate mark so I won’t have to worry about my sisters.”

You gave a nod and Siren gave you a gesture to have you ask another question. “How do sirens normally get mates?” Siren began to laugh at that question, “Oh trust me, that question has a horrifying answer, my dear pearl. For aquatic mates, its while we’re gathered together. For land mates, its the suicidal, those that can’t handle their current life anymore, those that actually need love and care, those with nothing left to live for. They often throw themselves into the ocean only to be taken in by us or a mermaid.” You went pale, all that information meant that you just got really unlucky on that moonlit night.

Siren pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead, “I won’t harm you, but I also won’t tolerate you being uppity. I’ll be gentle and respectful of your consent from here on out as long as you don’t try to or think of leaving.” You gave a nod, you were certain that was true, that as long as things were left in the past that you'd be happy. You listened to Siren’s heartbeat for a bit, letting yourself take in all the information you had been given. It was different, extremely different. They weren’t birds but instead an aquatic demon that preys on human flesh and takes in those with nothing left. What a fucked up species.

“We can refresh the air in your lungs by taking it inside us and making it much more fresh. Many of us extend our lives and become more powerful by devouring the essence of those we hunt.” Okay, you were absolutely certain with no room for doubt that she was a demon. “We devour their strength, their life, their soul. To be more exact, we have to extract it while they’re under our song and within arm’s reach. It is a long and slow process so we often don’t take everything and just leave them mildly dead and either devour them or let the sharks have them.” You were feeling a lot more thankful that she only watched you when you were tranced.

“I think thats enough talking about what I am, at least for now. Our species is magical and horrific to the human mind, so you should take some time to process the information. I’m more than willing to give you some time alone if you need it.” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around Siren, you didn’t want her to leave you alone right now. You felt her run her fingers through your hair, it was a calming feeling she was giving you. It might not be nighttime but you felt it would be good to close your eyes and rest, you’d have processed it all once you were awake again.

You awoke to find Siren gone and a pile of kelp wrapped fish, why did she leave you alone? You shifted over to look into the water and saw some lights in the depths, what were those? It was quite possible that they were just some fish that lit up in the dark, you haven’t been awake at night to tell since your first meeting. Fuck it. You dove into the water and began to swim down until you noticed the lights stopped moving, why did they stop? You watch as the lights begin to gather together while one set raced towards you, wait what? You were grabbed and thrown out of the water, pinned down by Siren.

“What were those lights?” You know Siren was currently lit up with her bioluminescence, but what about the other lights? “Those are my sisters, we use our glow to communicate to each other silently, I might as well introduce you…” You watch as she gets off you and dives back into the water for a moment before watching as many more join her in surfacing, all with different bioluminescent patterns that danced along their bodies. It was quite the lightshow. “My pearl, it seems that we’ll be joined by my sisters tonight, tomorrow morning we’ll be travelling together as a cove.” You looked at Siren with wide eyes, what was going on?

One of the sirens swam over to your spot and looked over to you before looking at Siren, “Uhh, so I was asked to pass along a message that I know you aren’t going to like.” There was the loudest sigh from Siren you’d ever heard, you swore she knew the message and who it was from. The siren whispered it into Siren’s ear and you swore she was going to kill her sister. “She fucking knows she can’t have me, I’ve made that clear. No matter how much that succubus tries, the answer is no.” Well now you wanted to learn more, it seemed there was much more to the world than is truly known.

“Whats a succubus?” Siren glared at you and you almost flinched away, it seemed like she didn’t like the creature. “A succubus is a sex demon, they’re our actual cousins unlike the mermaids. Succubi seduce and charm their victims and use sex to drain essence, they’re extremely unfaithful and can’t be trusted.” You saw the other siren nod, it seemed there was a one-sided dislike from the sirens against succubi. “Anyway… Get some more rest, you’re going to like whats coming up soon.” You watched as the lone siren jumped back into the water and over to a free spot, you had no clue what was going on but you’d probably find out soon.

You woke up in a daze and rubbed your face, the last thing you remembered was the sirens singing in unison. Fucking hells, they sung you to sleep. You slowly got up and stretched out your limbs, you were way too fucking stiff having slept for so long. “Its time to go, my pearl.” You looked around and noticed Siren in the waters already, they’d probably wake you faster so you crawled into the water to submerge. Fuck the waters were cold this early in the morning, you looked around as you held onto Siren and saw a few other humans, though the rest seemed to be singles or pure siren couples.

You honestly wished you could ask questions right now, but its not like you could make yourself glow to communicate. Travel within the sea was so much more different this time around, the cove actually jumped out of the water every now and then and kept closer to the surface. You could probably guess that it was mostly used to see what was around them on the surface above the water. The cove eventually stopped to gather on an outcropping of rocks which allowed you to finally have a chance to ask more questions, to learn more about Siren and her culture and people.

“How do you glow exactly?” Siren smiled, placing you on her lap, “That glow of ours is the mana flowing through our bodies, it only really glows when we have some focus on it’s circulation.” Siren reached out a hand and a pillar of water shot up from the sea before falling back down. “Our mana also allows us to cast magic and somewhat control the sea around us, but our drawback is its weaker when we don’t sing.” You gave a slow nod, that made sense, “Where exactly are we going that requires a cove?” You heard some giggling from the other sirens but brushed it off. “We are going to the underwater city, specifically the palace. We have a bi-annual social gathering where some make mates, and others make connections.”

You decided to socialise with the others within the ‘cove’ learning about the many names a siren has, there was their social name, the name given by their mate, their birth name, and their aliases. You could guess Siren was an alias at this rate. The humans apparently didn’t enjoy their previous lives and have actually found their current lives so much easier. You also learned that some of the misinformation about sirens is written by sirens and left around for humans to find, that explains all the misinformation. It was mildly amusing to learn that Siren also participated in this dickish ritual.

One of the sirens pointed out a large boat, shit, you knew what was coming up. “My pearl, stay close to me.” You gripped onto her tightly as the entire cove dove into the water to swim up to the boat. Their song and magic began to fill the air as they got closer and you got to see the horrors of their magic in action, you watched as some of the pirates seemed to walk and throw themselves off the ship. Then the true horror began, you watched as some of the sirens tore their victims apart, others seemed to be extracting something as they held onto their victim.

Then there was Siren, you were currently treading water as you watched her provide a front row seat to the process of draining a person’s essence. Siren was holding the pirate with one hand while their essence was coalescing into an orb in the other, you even watched as you saw their life slowly draining from their eyes. Once she had drained enough, she bit into their throat and devoured the essence orb along with their flesh. You remembered why people should fear sirens, you knew why everyone should fear going near a siren’s mate because this was their fate should they ever be unfortunate enough.

“Sorry you had to see that, my dear pearl.” Siren’s voice snapped you out of your horror shock, you looked around and saw that not only was she different but so were the others. “I should have probably also warned you that by devouring the essence of others, we can heal ourselves and any old wounds into flawless beauty.” You looked wide eyed at the notion that they could just remove scars and possibly regrow limbs just from devouring a person’s essence. If all demons were like this, it made sense that demons could only be fought on equal terms by so called heroes.

The cove continued onwards to their destination before taking refuge in a coral forest around sunset. These coral forests were supposedly the homes of many sirens and allowed them proper rest. Siren pulled you into a small alcove within the forest and laid you down on a soft cushiony thing, you wondered what it was. Siren joined you and you watched as she began to slowly glow, the cushion closing in around you both as it left you in a darkness only illuminated by Siren. Whats more is you could actually breathe for once, “This is basically a forest bed, it reacts to our mana and gives us privacy. Rest my pearl, we still have tomorrow.” You gave a nod and slowly drifted off to sleep in Siren’s arms.

#sa mention #kidnapping cw #non con #tw death #cannibal tw #siren girl #siren #cannibalistic

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thefastestelementalmasteralive · 9 months

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Okay, so on the Pirates smp train, so like for this au... I can't decide what to do so pick your poison

#scott smajor #smajor 1995 #smajor1995 #experiment Siren #experiment Siren Au #esAU #polls #tw poison #tw poison mention

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