Siren - Blog Posts
oh to be a mermaid
Oh to be the lesbian pirate queen, captain of a ship who's in love with a siren.
I was encouraged to make a concept for the Polish Navy and. Being encouraged by @/Ruboeb's sirens (on Twitter,) I read up on all the folklore and went with older interpretations of them (!!) Images of the older interpretations below It was common for sirens to actually be part or mostly bird ! Or Human, bird and fish, but in seemingly strange manifestations. There's also a lot of explanations as to why they're on water and such too ,,, but I particularly like the concept of them being Persephone's servants/maidens, and them being given wings to chase after Persephone—considering the fact that she was. kidnapped ! by Hades.
Have something from the Monsterfalls Version my dear friend the_dark_bat_one from insta came up with!
Hunter Cipher meets Siren Casey, originally wanting to hunt her but helping her when her tail, impaled with a spear, was hurt.
Yeah it's an Oc x Canon love Story who tf gives a shit!! :D
Link to my friends insta:
Shiiii- i haven't been online at all... any way siren au!!!!!
Chuuya is a very successful siren!! Harlot as they call them..
Pov: me when there's a math quiz
ANYWAY this is him post timeskip in my au sing abt his grief to his new bestie/daughter.. I have yet a name for her..
If you can't read my crappy handwriting Chuuya says 'this is my daughter' and she says 'yeehaw'
Ima post the full au and hc throughout the weekend !!!
I was possessed to write this Rafayel Siren piece yesterday so now i’m gently sliding it across your dash :)
Sort of proof read? this is my first time writing anything for LADS so be kind plz
TW: super mega angsty!! drowning, mentions of suicide, rafayel being messy as always, MC does not recognize him yet again, damn. Gender neutral pronouns used
The voice was soft, a crooning hum that beckoned to them as they searched for the source.
The ship creaked under their feet, groans of warning going ignored as they checked the empty barrels and scanned the lifeboats. The wind had the ship leaning away from them, it brushed against their nightdress as if to say cut your losses and come back in, it’s cold and you are alone here.
They had long forgotten how to give in, fighting the wind and the ship to keep searching for the source of the haunting song.
It was growing louder now as they scanned the ship, catching a flash of movement in the water out of the corner of their eye.
Spinning towards it, they peered out at the ocean and the humming stopped. The beautiful voice had gone and they found themselves sick in its absence.
They held their breath, waiting in silence, scanning the ocean apprehensively.
After a few minutes, right when they were about to give up, it- he emerged from the depths.
There, about 50 feet in front of the ship, was a siren. It was a monster from forgotten folklore that was staring back at them, unblinking.
The creature tilted its head then, picking up his song again as he seemed to size up the human that squinted down at him.
The song was beautiful, better than anything that had been played by the ship’s crew on drunken nights, better than the records that man would play in his house when they visited him, always accompanied by touches against their will. They had never felt such peace from music, stepping towards the side of the bow to hear it clearer.
They stuttered a gasp as he swam closer, afraid to spook him away, barely breathing as he approached the ship. They could hear him clearer now, a lilting tune in a foreign language that seeped through their bones and tugged on their dress, pulling them closer to the edge of the boat.
Sharp nails scraped against the wood of the ship as he touched it, a small knowing smirk gracing his features at the human’s dazed expression.
His eyes were glowing, blue and purple swirling as he held their glance. His song was so calming, his chest vibrating with the effort as he studied them.
A harsh voice cut through his tune, breaking them free from his trance.
They hadn’t realized they were leaning so far towards him until he was cut off, hands moving to catch themself on the railing and take a step back as the gruff voice prattled on from behind them in the galley.
The ship’s chef, an old, overworked, bitter man, was complaining about a lack of etiquette again as he prepped for the next morning’s rations.
They knew he wouldn’t be any danger to them, but the siren was thrown off, looking for the source of the sound with an ill-concealed scowl. Something huge broke the water behind him, a fin slicing through the water.
His tail whipped behind him, sharp edges and points flashing out of the water as he muttered in annoyance at being interrupted.
Where there once would have been dread and fear, a sickly hope seemed to arise in them. Was this their chance at an out? Had the gods listened to their prayers and offered him as their escape? Steeling their nerves, they drew a breath before softly calling to him.
“You have a beautiful voice.” They glanced around to check for prying eyes before whispering to the man. “Are you here to kill me?”
He pondered this for a second, before he responded in an equally gentle tone. “I am.”
They nodded, as if expecting this. “Ah, alright. If I promise not to fight, can you promise it won’t be violent?”
“What?”
“I said, I am willing to come down if you can promise me it will not be too painful.”
Confusion crossed his face.
“You’re willing to drown?”
“If I know it’s kind, gentle in-“ they gestured towards him “-In whatever way you are capable, I am. I am trapped here, I’ll die of worse means if I don’t drown by yours.”
He looked away to contemplate her words, before looking back with a serious expression, his tone heavy.
“If you come into the water, I will eat you.”
“Could you wait to eat my body until after I’ve drowned? That would be kindness.”
He paused at that, seemingly considering their words before a frown crossed his face and he scowled up at them.
“This is a trap isn’t it? You’re bargaining for promises to turn them on me. I’ve lost my friends to ships like this. I will not fall for it again.” He opened his mouth to sing again before they wildly gestured at him to stop.
He froze, opening and closing his mouth in shock before deciding to close it, giving them an insulted pout.
They thanked him breathlessly, pleading with the agitated siren below them.
“I swear I mean you no harm. What can i say to make you trust me? I promise I do want to die.”
The siren picked at something under his long nails as he spoke.
“Why not kill yourself? Why are you offering your death to me? I can take it without the promise, or I could agree and change my mind. I am not of the mind to agree on a humans whim.” He huffed. “If you want kindness, why ask me? I know the tales you are taught, sirens are not known to be gentle.”
Running their hands through their hair, they mumbled
“Because I am a coward.”
He did not comment, turning to watch them speak with an unreadable expression.
“I’ve tried, I can’t do it.”
They glanced towards the bridge of the ship with a sigh before focusing on the siren.
“The men in there, they’re planning to sell me. In 3 days they will trade me to a man who can offer them fine things. They believe me a woman, that I’m fit to be his wife. He is a horrid person. I have known the pain of his hands and I will die before I know it again. Besides, why not trust someone who is practiced in killing? Do you not enjoy it?”
For a brief moment, barely a second, the siren looked sad. Almost wounded at their words. Then, he spoke.
“I do.”
“Alright, If you can swear you will be as gentle as you can, I will give you my death, my soul, and a meal. All I have ever been is a tool for those around me, I just want to go out of my own choice. I truly to die, I’m begging you.”
The voices of more men cut through his silence, panic rushing through them at the thought of getting caught outside again. The crew was stirring, they’d find them missing from their bedchamber at any moment and all hell would break loose.
“Please, promise me what you can and I’ll come into the water.”
He pushed. “Why don’t you ask me to drown them in your stead? Why don’t you beg to be spared?”
“I have no right to offer any lives but my own.”
His tail thrashed in the water. Something about the weight of their words, the honesty in their tone irritated him.
The men aboard this ship would fight him, would have traded this persons life for their own in a heartbeat.
He had drowned hundreds of them, he knew how they’d lie and cheat to escape death. He glared at the ship, the carvings of sirens in the wood mocking him with twisted grins.
“I’ll drown them anyways. I will have no kindness left to let them leave.”
They smiled, an almost imperceptible lift of her lips as they nodded at his words. The wind howled and whipped the side of their face, pulling at their clothes as though trying to keep them aboard. They leaned farther over the railings, desperate to hold the creatures eyes.
“Well? Can you promise?”
“Rafayel.” He offered his name before he could think, they blinked at him as it registered on their tongue. He was trusting them with his name.
He was going to agree.
“Do you promise me, Rafayel?”
“I promise you, y/n. Climb down and I’ll drown you, I will wait to eat you until you are gone. You have my word.”
At the sound of their name from his lips, they paused.
“Wait- how did you learn my name? I don’t remember sharing it.”
He ignored their question.
“Come into the water y/n. I am not patient by nature, I will not wait.”
The finality in his voice had them moving. Maybe some things were better left unknown.
Kicking off their shoes and pulling out their hair tie they swung one leg over the side of the ship and then the other, using the gnarled wood and barnacles as footholds as they lowered themself down towards the sea, towards the siren below.
The voices of crew mates grew louder, the ships lanterns lighting again as the crew awakened above them.
As the water grew closer, they felt a large cold hand reach for theirs. They took it, moving carefully as he guided them down into the waves.
As soon as they were safely off the ship, he dropped their hand and grumbled something, his ears slightly reddening.
Now that they were face to face, he was struck by how long it had been since he’d last seen them.
He stayed just out of reach, a long forgotten feeling of apprehension and sorrow settling a lump in his throat. He swallowed it down. This was for the better.
He hoped they would be true to their pretty words. He knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse if they changed their mind.
They stared back, a nervous noise escaping them at how cold the ocean was. He sighed.
“Take a breath, y/n.”
They obeyed, inhaling and squeezing their eyes shut tightly before he reached for them again, pulling them into the depths.
As he weaved downwards, he shifted to cradle their body in his large form, swimming away with his prize.
They did not fight, exactly as they had promised. He had half expected them to change their mind, to struggle and kick him but they were as docile as a lamb, a catch worth the small weight of a promise.
Despite this, under his hands he could feel their struggle, the life in them still fighting its last fight. A heart much faster than his own underneath his hands. He reveled in the knowledge that he would be the one to take it from them, that their death would be his and his alone. Final.
The water was heavy, they noted as it seeped into the cracks of their eyelids, in their ears and through the corners of their mouth.
True to his word, his hands were gentle, sharp nails barely pricking their skin as he held them to his body.
The gills on his neck and chest barely scraped them, they could hardly sense the bloodlust that he harbored.
This was kindness, this was what they had wanted.
Tears pricked their vision at the strain of it all before dissipating into the surrounding water.
Their lungs burned, struggling to filter through the stagnant air that remained in their blood.
They would have to take a breath soon, and it would be over. They had heard it was painless once you gave in. That it felt soothing, cold water rushing in to sooth the aches of a last ditch effort to survive.
They hoped it was peaceful, that death would cradle them as softly as Rafayel did.
After a minute he stopped swimming, now gently swaying under the tides pull as he held their body to his chest.
Using the last bits of their energy, they moved to hold his hand, clutching his webbed fingers between their own as they opened their eyes.
His eyebrows rose but he made no move to stop them, holding their hand just as firmly. It was soft in his palm, the warmth slowly draining from them. He supposed this was part of his duties, that he could offer them this as part of the kindness he had agreed to.
The ocean water stung as they stiffened in shock at the view before them. Corals swayed, fish trailing through the sea bed as the light from the surface danced on the floor below them.
It was beautiful, far from the murky depths they had anticipated. The colors were soft, dulled by the depths and motion, a final gorgeous painting to view.
Turning to look at him, they moved to smile before their mouth opened of its own accord, a strangled gasp leaving them as the ocean ran in to claim them.
He held their hand tighter now, using his other to softly cradle their face.
He hadn’t been kind in years, yet it felt like a second nature to comfort them, using the pads of his thumbs to stroke their cheek, a soft hum from his chest weaving its way through to soothe them.
Rafayel had not used his voice like this in years, beckoning souls to a violent end for so long he had forgotten the care he was once capable of.
Their grip on him loosened, their eyes glassing over as they relaxed into his hold. This was it, lifetimes of avoiding his duty for them, for the sake of their love, and now he had finally fulfilled his service to the sea. Pearls floated around them, a part of him breaking at how small they were, just another empty shell now for him to make something of.
As if a forgotten power was awaking, the tides seemed to pull him, beckoning him to finish the sacrifice he had denied so many centuries ago.
A long forgotten power was waking up at the heart of the ocean.
The mark on his chest had already begun to fade.
“You’re gentler than they said you would be,” the girl remarked.
The siren smiled graciously in return, and took another chunk out of her calf and thrust it down her throat without reprieve. The girl didn’t feel a thing, her saliva numbing her skin the moment it touched it.
“We’re only hungry beasts girl, not cruel. We leave that to the men,” she said frankly and wiped her mouth of blood the way a child would of jam.
Gorging herself, teeth once white steeped in hot and sticky redness, the siren suddenly felt wet coming from her eyes. She jolted backward.
What is this?
Tears. You really liked me didn’t you? The sailor lass muttered, blue eyes now hazed grey with blood loss.
What does that matter? You’re mine you know.
So I am. She said, head tilted back in the pooling sand like a mother’s lap. Something felt natural about this, an unbirth seemed gentler oddly enough, than plain death.
Do you always cry when you eat? She asked, her voice once proud and strong, tapering out
I, I don’t know. I normally do this underwater.
Am I special? To be eaten on the shore? She asked, eyes stuck upward toward a sky the sunset didn’t touch anymore. A cold rush of air carved through the coastline she reposed on, erasing her footprints.
Her heart stopped.
Yes, of course you were. The siren said to no one, her voice wavering for the first time. Of course you were. Tears dropped easier now, and she was certain no sea ever felt so warm, and so foreign to her as this one.
Our screams were never songs. Is that what you’ve been hearing all this time?
-Diary of a siren
Algae bloomed on the face of the lake at summer’s height, like zits in bundles of thick and slimy green. The siren that dwelt deep in the lake’s toes could not bear the warm swampiness, it drove her mad. Not only that, but her sailor girl, her shining beacon of hope for food had wounded her in her escape. She felt rotten, her gash festered in hot white patches. No food, no beauty, no cold deep blue lake water to retreat to. All that was left for her was a walk. To find the sailor girl and give her what was coming to her.
They say a burnt child loves the fire; a drowned woman, too, loves the sea. And even more so the siren that dragged her to the bottom of it.
The sailor girl slides down her boat’s rope the hour after sunset and awaits her black haired siren on the far end of the beach. She fusses with her hair. Tries to part it differently, and then differently again to no avail. She kneels on the shore to get a glimpse of herself under the budding moonlight on the still ocean water. A pair of eyes stays on her, gently raking over her battered, poorly patched clothes. She never was one for sewing. The sea called her. It always called her, to what she didn’t know. Suddenly, the pair of big black eyes in the water rose like fishing bobbins in her reflection, and startled her.
“How long have you been there?” She asked.
The siren smiled coyly, and held a finger up, telling her to hold on a moment.
She disappeared under the water and bobbed back up with something in her hand.
“What’s that?”
The siren rubbed the sand off of it with her thumbs, and held it up. A small abalone hair brush.
Sirens often eat out of hatred, not love. So when the sailor girl asked the siren if she found her appetizing, she shook her head with a tight lipped grin. The human took it as rejection, her eyes falling to her hands and picking at the callouses she found unsightly, not understanding she had just shown her affection for her. That hiding one’s teeth was a gentle act of favor the merfolk used.
“Why do you eat men?” The sailor asked the siren.
“You ate us first,” she replied.
I know not what to say to her, her wide eyes eat up my thoughts as the sun does water; my head is entranced in cloud when I am with her. Siren on the rocks, I wish only for rainfall so that my skin feels as yours does.
-Diary of a siren
Sweet thing didn’t bite me nearly hard enough to hurt me, though not for lack of trying. She thought I was dead, but she’d just woken me with her nibbling. My eyes dragged down to the source, a head full of spiked black hair, with droopey triangles flat on her forehead form being above water. Her eyes were black as well, I was transfixed by them, how her pupils devoured her face. The sharp point of her nose dug into my knuckle as her mouth inched it’s way up my finger. Our eyes met. She inhaled sharply and pushed herself away from me, her eyes warbled with shock, and then settled down to worry. I wasnt worried though. Not for a moment.
-Diary of a Siren
Let her die softly, let the seabed take her as if in a dream.
Her cupids bow dips to her bottom lip, drawn constantly, words seldom loosed. I tease laughter from her with my foolishness, and every time her mouth opens another of love’s arrows is fired at me, and if I am a soldier, I am one who so longs to be struck down, I am one who would never raise a shield against her.
—Diary of a Siren
I thought I’d miss my pinky finger more dearly but I can’t seem to manage it. The way her eyes lit up as her teeth dug just beneath my knuckle, I’m tempted to let her eat something else.
—Diary of a Siren
Scales painted like fingernails in an array of cobalts, blacks, and periwinkles danced around me in reflections and refractions in the crystal clear water. She circled me, playing with me, I thought. Though I know now she was playing with the sun, and I was a lowly witness, only in the way of her serenity. I didn’t intend to startle her when we met eyes, it just sort of happened that way.
How does a siren know your song? The proper words, the perfect intonation to pull you from the safety of your vessel into the sea? It is no small task, tainting minds with tongue, but a siren knows this well. Every sailor she devours shares with her his innermost desires, simply by being eaten. His mind is consumed by her, his memories dissolved and swallowed. Internalized. And when you’ve had one man, you’ve had them all. Or so she thought.
-Diary of a Siren
Before she swims to me, I catch her scent in the water. Like bath pearls popping in the laps of purple water against the yellow sand, I inhale euphoria, and I am intoxicated, immovable from the shoreline. I melt into the mud, and I am eaten alive, transfixed, infatuated with the shape of teeth boring holes in my skin.
-Diary of a Siren
What is all this?
It’s bioluminescence. You never seen it before?
No, I haven’t.
It’s little tiny creatures, every time something moves through the water they light up like itty bitty stars.
Do you eat them?
Do I-? No! They’re beautiful!
You don’t eat beautiful things?
You’re still here aren’t you?
-conversations with a siren
She tastes of blood and salt, the siren I kiss on the rocks. I do not know whose blood I taste, but I do not care.
-Diary of a Siren
What secrets I would tell you if it would not take you drowning to hear them
-Diary of a Siren
A mermaid is born when a heart is buried, deep in the trenches of the blue sea. A mermaid coveting motherhood need only snatch a sailor’s heart and offer it to the seabed, and within hours, her baby girl will rise from the sand and into her arms. What happens, though, when a mermaid steals the heart of another mermaid? How will the others forgive a murder, even if it is done out of love?
-Diary of a Siren
If only she understood that I ate her with love, and not hunger.
-diaries of a Siren