#Siren fell

[palettepainter]

I have a suspicion that the Undertale community likes the way I draw skeleton sirens

You know what this means..........Siren Red will be coming soon~

[yayakithings]

Just a silly guy

@llamagoddessofficial | Tilikum

I was thinking about Skull’s design and I decided to make him soft and spooky at the same time

His appearance depends on his mood. Maybe I’m going to come up with a new idea soon idk.

[itslanners]

horrors beyond

[sirensea14]

A quick doodle for tonight's posttttt

I love her. I. Just. Love her. She is me and me is her.

(i also love the ep's insanity, guess im in)

[monomori3]

everyone. stop what you're doing right now and look at this man.

[monsterroonio]

Incapable of shutting up about them actually

[ucetheones]

Can't It Wait? | Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley

just a long lil peek into my next fic!! before going into it, pls know things aren't exactly what they appear to be. but i will not elaborate on how !! <3

It started as simple ribbing, Jey had just wanted to get under Dominik's skin. He wanted to send a message that the offer to join The Judgement Day had never been more than a joke to him. The memes, the fanart. It was all meant to play into Jey not joining their merry band of emo wrestlers. He had no real feelings towards Rhea, he had no intentions of pursuing her, or taking her away from Dominik. It started as a joke, and it was meant to remain one.

That was weeks and weeks ago, Jey still wouldn't join The Judgement Day, he wanted nothing to do with the four of them. Especially Dom and Rhea.

Yet…Jey had let Rhea into his hotel room when she came knocking.

Just as he had two nights before, and almost a dozen more before that.

He knows he shouldn't have, he knows that the first time it happened could've been a mistake if it hadn't continued to happen.

Rhea doesn't give him the chance to deny her, not that he would. She's on him the moment the door clicks shut, and all thoughts of Dom are gone.

Her lips are soft, and she tastes like a tropical drink, that Jey knows the source of is the gum she chews. The flavor she started chewing when she found out it was his favorite. 

He briefly wonders if Dominik has noticed she switched from minty gum, to fruity. 

Rhea senses his distraction, and she isn't at all shy to deepen the kiss, or guide tattooed arms around her waist to ultimately be drawn in closer by.

Jey follows her lead, as he often does when they're in this situation, or ones similar. He loses himself in the kiss, hands trailing from Rhea's waist. Lower, and lower. 

She hums her approval, though the sound is muffled by the sudden shrill of a phone. Her displeasure at being interrupted is obvious in the way she sucks her teeth and fishes for her phone with only one hand.

Once she has the device, the face of Dominik Mysterio flashes on the screen. Rhea tenses, but the hand in Jey's hair, the hand he has no recollection of how it got there, scratches gently at his scalp.

Clearing her throat, Rhea answers, her tone gives nothing away, even if she sounds slightly breathless, 

"I'm a little busy, Dom-Dom. Is everything okay?"

Jey can't hear Dominik's reply, but Rhea frowns at whatever he says, nodding despite not being seen by the younger. 

"I'll be back downstairs in a bit, can't it wait?" 

Their eyes lock, and Rhea smiles at him.

It's a warm smile. Inviting. Unlike the smirks she wears on TV, this is a thing reserved for only a few. Jey knows as much, because he's seen her smile at Dominik, Damian and Finn similarly.

"We can come down now then, Dom. I wanted to actually ask him before dragging him with me, but if you're so eager…"

Jey's ears start ringing with the uncertainty that courses through him at her words. 

His confusion must show on his face, because Rhea is cupping his cheek and nodding lightly. 

What she's nodding at, he doesn't know. All he knows is he feels slightly sick, and like the earth was just upended in front of him.

Before long, Rhea is hanging up the phone and drawing his attention back to her.

"I'll be straightforward, because you look like you're about to throw up, baby."

"Don' call me that right now…" He curses himself for how weak his voice comes out.

Logically, Jey knew this thing with Rhea was merely sex, even if she looked at him like she could truly love him. Like she could want him in a way that was more than blowing off steam.

Sometimes they'd embrace after everything was done, and she'd tell him about her day, mindlessly tracing his tattoos and leaving kisses along his bare skin.

Those intimate moments usually went unbroken for hours before Rhea would have to sneak away once more.

It never dawned on him just how much his time with her meant to him, or how much he'd grown to rely on her presence. He hadn't realized he'd caught feelings for her.

Not that any of it would ever matter.

"Hey, come back to me, Sweet Face. I can explain, just let me, yeah?"

Her accent is thicker than usual, her bare face giving away the emotions she tries so hard to mask in the public. 

Jey nods his head, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he does.

[theriverbeyond]

the problem with putting yourself out there is that sometimes it does not lead to new connections or opportunities sometimes you just end up unhappy uncomfortable vaguely embarassed. and yet. we move forward.

[candy8448]

I hate to say it but...

"Say no to this" from Hamilton- is kinda a bop

Dude is singing about cheating on his wife and im on the side just vibing

Its like, a guilty pleasure... i feel like i should not be enjoying this song so much but... its also pretty good tho D:

(Read tags)

[cattyanon]

👀

Oh I suppose I can share.

So technically it's the Sonic of No Place that's the siren. Although now I'm considering exploring something where Sonic becomes the siren cause why not... His name is Spindrift (which i researched a bunch of water related words for the coolest sounding thing) backstory is that during a giant storm he fell off the Angel's Voyage and in a stroke of 'luck' he comes in contact with a magical gem (i'm still not sure if I want it to be the Paradox Prism itself or just something made up) that turns him into a mermaid. And no, mermaid wasn't a typo- but there's an explanation! >:)

Anyways, after the initial freak out he's like "I gotta find some way to reverse this!!" And although he tries to be careful about who he asks for help since he knows people can be assholes his plan goes awry. You see the plan was for him to hang out kinda close to a random docking place and then when a ship takes off he'd tail it for a little while and eavesdrop in order to figure out if they're good people. Unfortunately he wasn't being as sneaky as he thought and word got around of a mermaid being spotted in the area. As you can probably guess, this doesn't end well for him and he ends up captured by bad people and put onto a black market.

He goes through the wringer and is passed around/sold many times and despite trying to cling onto hope, one day he breaks. I don't have anything specific on what happens but one day he hits his limit and he SCREAMS at the top of his lungs in a mix pain, sadness, and anger. And the scream is abnormally loud. So loud it shatters all and any glass around him and ends up rupturing the eardrums of anyone too close.

If you guessed that means he went from being a mermaid to being a siren- you're correct! I even made some lore about it~

So basically when a mermaid gets consumed by hatred they turn into a siren. It's a very rare occurrence though, so there's not that many sirens in the world. Sirens are shunned by mermaids and despite their reasons for becoming one (like Spindrift was basically tortured) they're banished from anywhere mermaids reside.

There's a few main difference between mermaids and sirens besides the obvious siren powers gained upon transforming. Here's a list:

Can breathe above water for longer periods of time. This is how Spindrift managed to drag himself back into the ocean without suffocating to death. It was a really close call though.

They have claws.

More prone to anger.

Carnivores instead of omnivores.

Maybe a slightly longer lifespan...?

Anyways, Spindrift no longer trusts anyone else. Least of all blindly. In fact he actively hates what he (eventually) refers to as surface dwellers. After finding somewhere pretty secluded (which ends up being the Devil's Lighthouse) he settles down and makes the area his home. But sadly there are pirates greedy and daring enough to try and get to whatever treasures may lie in that area... and Spindrift hates trespassers.

After at least a few boat sinkings, somebody manages to survive and spreads the word about how there's a siren guarding the Devil's Lighthouse. Spindrift earns the nickname Rupture and, upon learning of said nickname, eventually embraces it. He loves the looks of terror upon people's already terrified faces when he reveals/confirms his nickname. It brings him a sick sense of pleasure that derives from the torture he endured at the hands of pirates. It was like payback.

When Dread first tries to get to the Devil's Lighthouse, he doesn't get enough of a good look at Rupture to to think he's Spindrift. Combine that with the fact that Spindrift was kindhearted and should be dead and the thought never even crosses his mind.

Then Sonic Prime happens... and boy is everybody in for a shock. And a bit of whiplash at the sight of Sonic. :p

[nobodys-saviour]

interestingly, Lemuria has been referred to as the "Land of Mu." Rafa's use of Mo might just be a misnomer of this

[yayakithings]

I had saw some fanarts and I said, “hey! That’s pretty cool, I also want to make one too.” and… here is it!

@llamagoddessofficial | Tilikum

To be honest I had it on my album like a month ago, but I wanted to upload it with the other two sirens but I’m still lazy. Sorry.

Oh wait-

[silvercap-art]

Final voyage of the H.M.S. Arklay

[didderd]

A fanfic short abt a fanfic? waow

Recommended that you read Tilikum by @llamagoddessofficial before reading this, for context (and bc it's just so good).

(Different reader pov than in Tilikum btw. This one is gender neutral.)

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You've been working here for a few days now as a janitor, but despite your curiosity about the sirens you've spent little time in their rooms. You'd only spent a bit of time in Skull's room, but you never saw him.

Today though, you were going to be cleaning in Red's room (a shark siren, at least 14 feat long).

You entered the room with your cleaning supplies in hand. Walking further into the room, you notice Red is distracted, fidgeting with some fish bones. This was good. You were curious, yes, but if you'd got his attention it would be hard to focus on cleaning.

You watch him for a moment. Taking in how big he is. You'd seen him before, visiting the aquarium before you worked here, but the awe was no less intense the second time.

Bringing yourself back to reality before you get too distracted, you look around the room, deciding what to start on first. There was a lot of trash littered around, and some food and drink spilled in a few spots.

Your eyes land on the corner of Red's tank. It looks like a kid smeared ice-cream on the glass. Maybe they wanted to share it with him.

As cute as that image might be it just meant you had to clean it up, and it had gotten dry and hardened on the glass... You decide to put that one off for now and focus on the trash littered around the room, not wanting to get too close and alert the siren of your presence.

You grab a trash bag and gloves and start picking up the litter.

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Red was bored. Very. very bored. He wished that the pretty little siren whisperer was here to entertain him, but it was her off day.

He floats there, fiddling with some fish bones, tossing them around and watching them float. So bored.

He tosses one up and watches it float behind him. Turning around, something catches his eye. It was a janitor. Small. Smaller than the other adult humans. Short, soft looking hair. They were turned away, so he couldn't fully see their face, but from the little bit he could see, it looked just as soft. Their body looked fragile and a little squishy in spots.

He floated closer, not taking his eyes off of them as they picked up another piece of trash. This one was cute. Maybe even as cute as the siren whisperer, despite being in that ugly janitors uniform. Oh he could picture them in a wet suit.

After a moment longer of staring, he glances around the room. It looked like they'd been in here for a bit. Most of the trash was cleared, and some spills were cleaned up.

He glances at the corner of the glass, where that kid smeared their ice-cream. It was still there. He looks back at the human, grinning. He moves down to their level and swims up next to the glass, waiting for them to notice him.

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After picking up another piece of trash, you stand up straight, stretching your arms and back. Your pretty much done. Only a few things left to clean up. One of them being that ice-cream on the glass.

You go to look at the mess, but instead, something else catches your eye. Something much bigger. Much closer than you'd expected.

You jump. Staggering a few steps back. When did he get there? His eye sockets are wide, that famous grin spread across his face. Staring intently at you. Inches from the glass.

Red's grin spreads wider at your startled reaction. His shoulders shake a little and a few bubbles escape his mouth, almost like he was chuckling. Laughing at you.

After staring for a moment longer, you look away, clearing your throat, a little embarrassed. Gathering yourself, you take a deep breath, trying to calm your heart, which was racing after that scare.

You run a hand through your hair in a nervous stim and look back at the siren. He was watching you closely. Your hand specifically. Still wearing that big grin, but his sockets slightly more relaxed.

You let down your hand. It was hard to tell what he's thinking. You assume he's just curious.

"Um.. hi..." You don't know exactly why you were speaking to him. It just felt appropriate in the moment.

Red looks you up and down before suddenly moving. He turns around and moves to the other side of the glass, up to the spot where the ice-cream is. He plants an elbow on the tank floor and rests his head in his hand, tapping at the glass right on the other side of the ice-cream. His grin growing wider again.

You stare for a moment. His demeanor. His body language. It was so... human? You knew the sirens were intelligent creatures, but this was different. He was communicating to you that he wanted you to clean the mess on his glass. "O-oh! Right!" You snap yourself out of thought. Was that what the siren wanted from the start? For you to clean up the ice-cream?

"S-sorry. One second." you hold up your index finger as you say this, before moving past the tank to grab your cleaning supplies.

You come back a minute later with a sponge, and a bucket of soapy water. The siren hasn't moved. If anything he's only gotten more comfortable.

You set down the bucket and stare up at him for a moment, gripping the sponge tightly. "Um..." Was he going to move? Did he want to watch you as you cleaned? He was entirely too close for comfort, his chest only maybe a foot away from the glass at most. You can see it rising and falling gradually as he stares down at you.

... Your face feels warm.

The siren let out another chuckle. He could see that this was messing with you, you could feel it, and he was immensely amused by it.

You try your best to ignore the smug grin on the siren's face and how your face was feeling warmer by the second. You dip your sponge and start cleaning the glass.

Red never moved, nor did he take his eyes off of you for a moment.

[monomori3]

magma doodles with frens! with @didderd 's tac sans!

[monsterroonio]

took me multiple days to make this, and I'm pretty happy with it :)

The more I force myself to play with lighting effects and perspective, the better I'll get at it. (What I tell myself)