#sirena leech

[dotster001]

I love the idea that Sirena doesn’t really like any of her kids, she wanted a perfect doll vs a child. Reminds me of Riddle’s mom. After each kid started to show their true personality vs a babbling baby, she would start talking about another baby, not cause she wanted another but because this last one was « defective » I bet Floyd has huge screaming matches with her over if they should punish the kids for a bad grade, or « looking bad » in public.

Picture Sirena learning about poor reader, and now you have a beautiful woman holding a knife to your neck while Floyd barters for your life! Maybe to mess with Floyd she hires you as a gardener! They’re being super toxic towards eachother while trying to get you to fall for the other! Kids need a mother/father figure in their lives after all! If something were to happen they hope you would be willing to step up!

Warning: toxic Sirena, also this turned into a ramble,

Yeah. She and Floyd hate each other, but if she wants to ever be head of the Leech family, (after Papa Leech dies, and after she finishes her plan to kill Floyd) she needs an heir. Otherwise the position will go to Jade. As it is, she is very nervous that Papa Leech is leaning towards co ownership between the twins, and she can't have that.

Unfortunately, thanks to Floyd's influence, these kids all have a stupid flaw, free will. It's ridiculous really. Don't they know their whole purpose is to be her pawn?

She knows the Leech family reputation, and while Floyd has yet to go to the lengths she has to get rid of her, she knows there's a possibility that one day he'll finally snap and take her down. In fact she's a little surprised it has taken this long, considering the way she's seen Jade and Azul seriously quietly talking to Floyd, and throwing glances her way from time to time. Every time they have those "chats" Floyd always just sighs and rolls his eyes. It tells her all she needs to know. She's safe right now. Though she had, in her youth, hoped to be engaged to Jade, she knows now that she's lucky, and begrudgingly owes Floyd one, because Jade would have killed her by now if it wasn't for Floyd's protection.

And she knows where that protection comes from. Her family has it's own connections, so she learned, just as the twins did, how to play people like a chessboard. Floyd is lonely. Floyd hopes that one day, no matter how much they hate each other, they will one day fall in love and be a normal family. Also, Floyd spent his whole life dreaming of a big family. And she needs lots of children so that she doesn't lose her position to Jade when the time comes. So, she doesn't mind letting him have his big family, hell, it may be the reason she is still breathing. Until she realizes how strong Leech genetics are. None of these kids are worthy. None are good enough. And Floyd doesn't help by refusing to betrothe them to people who are worthy. (These are the largest screaming battles. Floyd refuses to let his children be miserable like he is)

It's after the birth of the youngest that she starts to formulate an idea of how to get rid of him, then send the brats to a school where manners and decorum will be pounded into them.

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As to beautiful woman holding a knife to my throat, ehehehehehhe that's definitely a thought. When I was making her picrew, I had an "Oh no, she's hot" moment, so tbh, if she held a knife to my throat I would be so distracted 😂 like, TWO pretty people are putting attention on me? Wowie wow wow!

She's so petty, she totally would hire you to work in her house, and not tell Floyd. Then she'd sit smugly as he freaks out when he finds you cleaning a toilet or something. I have ideas in place for you looking for a new job because "the economy", and you don't tell Floyd you're quitting, cause why would you, he's just a customer. Then he gets furious, because this must mean you hate him, how dare you, yadda yadda

But what if, when you are starting to think about quitting, this gorgeous woman comes in and just happens to be looking for a new housekeeper. You don't tell Floyd, cause why would you he's just a customer etc etc, he still gets crazy angry (as do the kids).

Sirena may be a terrible person, and someone who shouldn't be a mother, but she is an excellent lady of the house. She knows everyone's day to day schedule so that she can successfully keep you away from literally anyone but her until the absolutely perfect moment. You could be working in that house for months before you ever see a soul besides her.

She's a horrible person, and yells at you all the time for literally no reason, but the pay is ridiculously good, so leaving doesn't feel like an option. Besides, she says this is only her winter and spring home, and that they are a family of mers, and would totally be willing to take you with them when they return to their ocean home for summer and fall. And you've always wanted to visit the ocean, but never had the funds yourself, so you really can't pass up the opportunity. You can deal with some emotional distress for the opportunity of a lifetime.

It's probably Jade (Jr.) that finds you first. He's the youngest, and therefore hardest to predict, so it's hard for Sirena to keep him in check. But because he's the youngest, no one believes him when he says that he saw mom/dad cleaning his room. Pearl sees you next when she's ditching a social function, and from there the whole house knows.

Except papa.

Papa is still trying to track you down like a blood hound. He doesn't realize you are literally living in his home... because he himself is rarely home.

But the showdown is coming.

And you, who still is blissfully unaware of the trap you are in, are not ready for what's coming.

[samanthachanocs]

Oc chats

Emiko : hyenas

Emiko : did you know the king of beasts hyenas worked behind the scenes

Emiko : they were smart and crafty

Emiko : they would even do some of the king of beasts dirty work

Tsugumi: extra jaws

Tsugumi: oh your curious about my jaws

Tsugumi: eels have two sets of jaws pretty cool right

Sonomi : puppy horns

Sonomi: my horns are soft I can even flop them like puppy ears

Sonomi: their really cute right ?

Sonomi: my horns are very rare and don’t often appear in dragon faes

Sirena : moving on land

Sirena : it’s hard getting used to legs even though I prefer my life on land

Sirena : the leech twins won’t stop teasing me yet they barely give me any tips

Sirena : I just got legs okay

Sirena : teasing brooms

Sirena : I’m having trouble with flying and my broom won’t stop teasing

Sirena : sometimes it makes me chase after it

Sirena : it’s pretty frustrating and flyod won’t stop teasing me about it

[queenofallwitches]

Singing cannot be silenced. Secrets will be spilt. Siren serenade to seduce the predator and deter their hunt, I’ll be the one who wins when the end is here. Watch for the rise of sorceress into a slayer of sickness and evil.

To tell my story in poetry and transmute the suffering as I stand before a crowd to perform as a warrior goddess rockstar. To slay with the weapons woven into my words, singing to purge a lifetime of hurt. Trauma to transmute my tales of desolation into something I can scream, singing a symphony of music created by my burning passion, my rage, my pain, my chains that I’m using this to break free of, to burn into an inferno, after being blackened, sullen ashes. I rise in flame and forged by fire, under the moons of Neptune with my sight set on transmuting my plight into a sound that is sacred, but soothing, and satiates the longing within my siren soul, to sing my truth, my testament; my towering anger built up after a lifetime of seething pain.

All those who have maimed me, or raped me, or scarred me without due cause, tonight I let my soul free from the birdcage it’s been bound by, under the bittersweet sky of attempting to survive in the daily brimstone, fire, called a liar when I wailed silently, with conviction, without being able to even have the right to my own pain because everyone in my life siphoned my kindness, my compassion and my ability to be open and non judgemental, generous and open to helping whenever I could. But after decades of being a people pleaser I became fed up of the pain when nothing could be gained from my nice disposition, inside I was seething in pain. But my nature is genuine in the most highest form someone can be, I was never something that would intentionally harm or maliciously behave in ways to hurt others. I seemed to be the one being stung.

Call it 12th house sun bad luck or just the karmic debts there within, I was the scapegoat, the one to blame, the one who was always betrayed. I always had people coming and going and no matter where or when, I couldn’t handle the emptiness that comes along when you are so young, year after year; fearful. Anxious. Outside the norm of society and the weird and awkward girl that people just string along because she’s “open to being friends with anyone”. But after decades of perpetually being manipulated, drained of my energy and life force, sucked dry emotionally; mentally and spiritually, walked on, stabbed in the back, strung along, lied too, bitched about behind my back by people I’d of taken a bullet for... I shut myself into solitude, stopped going to social events. I was tired, of trying but no matter how I behaved, I was the one to blame, the one who allegedly brought with her turmoil, and melodramatic petty pains. I walked away from all people who were unable to look inside to their own self, to reflect and introspect. Tired of being called out for making a mess when I was always the one without any malicious intent. Loyalty is a value I hold strong faith in. It’s rare to find a loyal friend, and each time he opened my soul enough, to who I was trusting to behave in the same way, I’d be betrayed. I’ve never had a strong circle of female friends, or companions, or mentors. I’ve met one or two across the way, but never can I integrate a group of women without some kind of toxicity or pathetic, bitchy mindgames that convoluted social interactions with malicious intentions. I always hated gossip, rumours and bitching and girls had to always engage even if I tried to ignore it, fence sitting doesn’t align to my value of loyalty. I was sick of trying to choose sides of something that was manufactured out of nothing and not my problem. People are notioriously picking at one another without seeing the importance of how women; especially need to be uplifting and elevating each other to build each other up and work on projects that are combining minds to create a world that can be being used for the selfish and sadistic parasitic needs of leeches and liars.

Listen to sorcery in la sirena song, I’ll be spilling the truth and you’ll be ready to take the fall. For I have nothing left to hide.

I

Am

Authentic

Honest

Raw

Truth

[sirenakhan]

The Burden of Skin

The Burden of Skin

By Sirena Khan

Copper and bronze, earth and sand— all beautiful in their own regard, yet when worn as skin, they are often disdained. This is because skin, the organ that holds our muscles, bones, thoughts and memories together, is a burden. History reveals that it was not always like this, but once it was, it stayed that way. Racism was and still is a contagious movement. Perhaps it will take another movement even more infectious to dismantle the first, something like Black Lives Matter.

With palms lighter than the rest of her body, Sarra opens her mother’s purse and scents of sweet jasmine and spices spill out. Amongst endless tissues and coins is a tube of whitenening cream, nestled like a secret. The lack of an ingredients list is omnious but not as ominous as the cream’s existence, the cream’s purpose.

“Mama used to scold me for playing in the sun, she was afraid I would darken. She tries to persuade me to use such creams but I could never. Do you know what they put into these things? It’s practically radioactive!”

Shame, colourism and racism; all deeply internalised within all coloured and otherwise communities. As tightly woven into the fabrics of society as Sarra’s cornrow braids were with each other. Some day she hopes for the embrace of thorough acceptance, but for now, she forces herself to be thankful for tolerance.

Madhumita is considered the most beautiful in her family. It is not her many degrees and accomplishmeents but her fair complexion which earns her praise from many of the elders. She sorely tells me of the first time she was racially vilified.

“He called me a gypsy, this big, white man,” she says incredulously, “that’s not even the correct slur. I believe that if someone wants to abuse someone else, it should at least be ethnically accurate. He should have called me a terrorist, or curry-muncher.” Madhumita is a lecturer, perhaps it was the teacher within her that sought to educate racism. Perhaps it was humour being one of the few tools she could use to cope. Sara understands. Many people of colour do. Such incidents of racism are not rare, but are also not always as blatant. Victoria Police, although showing a history of racial profiling and vilification in their official reports, assure others that not only is there no racism amongst their ranks, there is no racism dilemma at all within the force and in their dealings with the publlc. Despite their view, they agreed to initiatives to tackle racism such as the Police Accountability Project and the Diversity Recruitment Program, because the burden of skin is real. Whether they feel it or not.

Dania wears a hijab, it is part of her work attire as a counselor at the Islamic College of Melbourne. She feels the weight of this harmless, thin fabric constantly. Yet she recalls a time when wearing it did not feel like anything at all. Adjusting the cloth around her face, she tells me, “everything we feel has been imposed on us because of colonisation.” Dania is right. Things like skin and headscarves— there is a shame attached to them, a bullseye that came with conquering. Colonisers claimed land proudly, leeching nature and cultures of its resources and meaning. Teachings were changed to better fit the western narrative, peacefully matriarchal and equal societies became unravelled by patriarchy, women and cultural practises were sexualised to the point of fetishisation.

Although aware of the internalised racism that comes with colonisation and its aftermath, Dania shows me how she applies a homemade ‘remedy’ to her daughter’s skin. A mixture of lemon, milk and oats that is said to lighten the complexion. As she gingerly spreads the concotion over her toddler’s arms, she frequently compares her daughter to her much fairer son.

“I don’t know how he is so pale, we must have taken the wrong baby from the hospital,” like Sara and Madhumita, Dania tries to seek humour in her circumstances and she cannot be condemned for that. Even with her daughter’s obvious confusion and retaliations, and the dismay in Dania’s eyes. Racism breeds internalised racism and people of colour are the ones that suffer. The burden of skin is a curse imposed upon coloured children by others who idly live in their privilege of never having to carry such a weight. When this burden is noticed by the privileged, it is often skewed into something more heinous. Something succinctly encapsulated when Dania says she “can’t decide what’s worse, being called a paki or exotic. One leaves me angry and the other leaves me disgusted.” When this burden goes unnoticed, racist powers continue to flourish and society is left to deal with yet another George Floyd case. This sounds like a ‘beggars can’t be choosers’ predicament which Sarra, Madhumita, Dania and every other coloured person face.

Another thing that all three women had in common was their understanding that racism was not their problem to fix. The only people wo had the power to dismantle such a system are the very people who constructed it. Yet in order for that to happen, those people to acknowledge the problem. With global Black Lives Matter protests, social media blackouts and news coverage, the realisation of the extent of the issue is beginning to sink in for most but still, not all.

Australia is in a stasis. You will find acknowledgements of racism and colonisation everywhere. In plaques that read “We acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the land” or “We acknowledge the Elders and honour their cultures and stories.” Acknowledgement is the first step in dismantling racism but once aknowledgement is achieved, many realise that it isn’t enough to change things. With overpolicing and incarceration rates unchanged for coloured communities, many might argue that these acknowledgements do nothing to actually address the harms that the Indigenous population face each waking and sleeping moment.

Australia has a gruesome colonial history, comparable to that of the United States of America yet there have been more white people protesting against face masks than for their coloured neighbours. Study after study shows the same findings; socio-economic status and social standing bear no weight, racism follows any individual of colour. Moreover, the consequences of racism are not simply hurt feelings. Policing, access to education and healthcare, mental health and employment oppurtunities are all affected. Society can be so adverse to people of colour that Sarra, Madhumita and Dania have all considered adopting ‘whiter’ names on job applications and dedicating hours of practise to gentrify their dialect. This tactic does little to quell racism in the recruitment process and racism in the workplace statistics.

Like an infection, racism has long since spread to all areas of society. The spread is so sevre that universities, governments, organisations, police and media outlets alike have staged multiple outcries and implemented various counterattacks to alleviate the racism and denial problem in Australia.

“There’s a shame around it; even my family don’t like to talk about it, colourism, racism, whatever,” says Sarra, “the denial and avoidance is on both sides.”

The subject is controversial and extremely necessary, but also hurtful. There is a trauma that’s often revisited for people of colour and for others, it can be plain uncomfortable. The discussion needs to be held though, because racism is more hurtful and more uncomfortable and tolerance is not enough.

“I do not want to tolerated, like some kind of annoyance. I want to be accepted and embraced, valued. I want to be respected,” Madhumita expresses.

Indigenous Australians barely make up three percent of the population, immigrants not even thirty, mixed just about twenty. These numbers seem appallingly low yet Australia is commended as being one of the most diverse nations. Some studies find though, that barely half of the Australian population actually appreciate diversity.

Denials, acknowledgements, statistics, protests, initiatives. They all show that Australia is knee-deep in racism, that the country is severely white-washed and that many of the people who have the power to change this do not care to. People of colour should not have to gather in the streets amid a pandemic to beg for equality and kindness. They should not have to politely protest to eradicate an issue that they did not even cause.

“It’s degrading,” Dania shakes her head, “they should be thankful that’s all we’re asking for and not revenge.”

When Dania says revenge, all of the experiences that Indigenous people faced comes to mind. The pillaging and thieving, slavery and assaulting, the unfortunately successful attempts to dilute the native population.

All that people of colour are asking for is the burden of skin to be lifted, nothing more. There is something very upsetting within it all. The idea of marginalised people having to ask to be treated with kindness and the realisation that treating them with kindness is not currently the default but a rare luxury.

[ograndebatata]

Headcanons on Pescoro and Camila

Well, it seems I’m making another change as far as headcanons go, given these seem to be the first ones that deal with at least one character that isn’t a human.

This time, I’m going for King Pescoro and Queen Camila, the ruling couple of the sirenas seen in the latest Elena of Avalor episode. 

I will admit, I still haven’t watched the actual episode, and thus I probably should not be coming up with headcanons about these two... but I did see clips on Youtube, one of them being the ‘A New Tale’ video, and these two were just so sweet and adorable I just felt the inspiration taking root within me. 

So, here are my headcanons on King Pescoro and Queen Camila, with appearances by their children, and a reference to Birk Balthazar from Sofia the First, inspired by a comment I found in Youtube (by Jill Evers), a chat in the Elena of Avalor Discord server (with @pizzansunshine) and the developments I made from there. 

This one is fairly light in terms of darkness, especially compared to some of my previous ones, but it does contain references to some unpleasant things most of us can relate to. 

I hope you still enjoy it.

Like many of my headcanons have been for a while, this one is divided into parts, so please take note of that when reading it. 

Check below the cut for it. 

Pescoro

As the first born son (and ultimately only child) of the sirenean ruling couple of Coronado, Pescoro was raised to be the future ruler of his kingdom and people almost since he could remember existing, with plenty of royal lessons from tutors and plenty of royal training from his own father.

By and large, he did well enough when it came to both. He studied his lessons with good results, he was an obedient child, and he was praised by everyone from a young age, many saying he would be the greatest king Coronado ever had.

But as a counterpoint to his excelling at royal studies, young Pescoro was clumsier than a marposa with a crippled fin when it came to interpersonal relationships. He did not start any grudges with other sirenean children, and he generally got along well enough with them, but he grew up without any actual friends his own age. Much of his childhood was spent staring in longing at the other kids, wishing he could be part of their world.

But it was not to be. On the rare occasions he got to interact with other kids, he seemed unable to switch from the proper and formal demeanor he was expected to assume during his royal training… and while the other kids never mistreated him for it, Pescoro could tell they were put off and would look for any excuse to not interact with him, and he would usually spare them the trouble and avoid interacting with them as well.

That said, as he grew older and started to get to an age where it was more accepted to be formal and proper when interacting with others, he started to get along better with other sirenas, particularly his father’s many officials.

One thing that did tend to bother him was that, as sole heir, he was expected to either get married and have children, or, at most, pick a child to train as future ruler.

None of these ideas appealed to him. He didn’t feel like he knew the children or their parents well enough to have an idea of which one would be best suited to rule. And as far as any personal children went, he wanted to have them with the right sirena… and his relationship never made it to the point where he could envision himself being comfortable with being married to the sirena in question for the rest of his life.

The pressure put upon him only grew once his parents were both killed in a battle against humans, the beings that his kind had been taught to battle for generations on end. But still, that never was quite enough to push him to have a relationship for the sake of conceiving an heir.

But he could never have guessed he would find his other half among the kind he had been taught to despise more than any other.

Camila

She may have become a queen in her later years, but when she was born she came from just about the opposite end of her original kind’s social class.

She never knew who her parents were, only that they left her on the doorstep of a church wrapped in the rattiest blankets she would ever see in her life, with only a brief letter that had an apology about how they couldn’t take care of her and hoped she would find a way to a more suitable home. She speculated about what it might have meant, but always guessed that they were simply too poor to care for her.

She ended up going into an orphanage, which was cold and gloomy and mostly worked by staff members who seemed to be permanently scowling and with their nerves at an end, but at least she had enough food to eat every day, a bed to sleep in, and clothes that were mostly intact to wear. Also, a few members of the staff were kind to her and took the time to actually raise her instead of simply rearing her, so she managed to find some slivers of joy in her life thanks to it.

As she grew up, she saw many children being adopted by visiting couples, but only a few of them ever gave her a second glance, and out of those, none ever considered adopting her. She kept hoping against all hope that one of them would do so one day, but that hope was for naught. She stayed at the orphanage until she became eighteen, at which point she was kicked out within a week, on the grounds that it was ‘more than enough time for her to provide for herself instead of leeching off of resources meant for children who needed them more’.

Camila went without complaining, somewhat thankful that at least some of the orphanage workers and children had been sad to see her go. She would somewhat keep in touch with them in later years, but as she kept moving around, other things got in the way of the workers’ answers, and some of the children she had become friends with were adopted, the time came when she lost touch with all of them.

And in the meantime, she managed no better than the parents she never knew did. She remained stuck in low paying jobs for years on end, putting only as much food in her mouth as she did in the orphanage, and with hardly more time to do anything than work, eat, and sleep. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to get married, but she never seemed to have luck with relationships. Anything the men she met seemed to want was a maid to clean up their homes, a breeder for babies, or a side fling because they were bored with their wives.

Despite that, she never lost hope, and saved money, planning to leave Nueva Vista, hoping that some more distant land would hold a better life for her.

She would not find so on a distant land, but she would find it somewhere else.

Part of his world

Once she was forty years old, Camila finally managed to save enough money to both pay for a passage to a place other than Nueva Vista and be at least somewhat sure she would have a hope of providing for herself until she managed to find a better life than the one she was leaving behind in Nueva Vista.

But she would not have the chance.

Only two days after its departure, the ship sailed into a very sudden and intense storm, which tossed it around like a toy boat and had everyone at a loss, no matter the efforts they undertook to weather it.

Eventually, a thunderbolt struck one of the ship’s masts, causing it to fall over and breach the ship’s decks down to the hold. A fire started on the ship, exactly where the gunpowder for the ship’s cannons was stored, and the ship exploded. Camila managed to jump overboard right on time to avoid the explosion, but as she fell into the water she was hit all over by pieces of debris that left her seriously injured. And her inability to swim in heavy clothes did not help matters in the least.

By a twist of fate, Pescoro, now forty-seven, happened to be swimming in the area. Initially, his plan was to determine the kind of ship it was so as to plan the best way to attack it. But as he saw Camila sinking like a stone, he thought she looked so helpless in her unconscious state that his first impulse was to check if she was alright.

She wasn’t. Not only was she drowning but she was seriously injured, and there was only one way to save her.

Pescoro knew humans were not meant to be saved. They were to be killed or to be left alive only so they could warn other humans to stay off of the sirenas’ ocean - not that it ever seemed to work. But upon seeing this one human up close, in pain and helplessness so like a distressed sirena’s, Pescoro realized he couldn’t simply let her die. So, holding her in his arms, he swam off as fast as he could to a field of magical seaweed, ripped off a handful of them and wrapped them around her, watching anxiously to see if it would work. If she was dead already, it would not.

The relief he felt when her human body changed into a sirena’s was like a boulder being removed from inside him. He couldn’t help but smile at her, even as he was afraid her reaction would be one of revulsion or anger.

But to his surprise, the first thing she did upon opening her eyes was return his smile.

And from that moment, he was snared by her.

On the land and sea

Over the next days, Pescoro and Camila got to know one another better. Pescoro learned of just how much grief his kind had caused to humans, creatures he had never believed were capable of true feelings. It disgusted him beyond measure to know they had been tearing apart and destroying families and lives with just as much value as theirs.

That, in turn, made him even more afraid of what would be Camila’s reaction once she learned the truth. But he had been raised to know the value of honesty, and within the first week, Pescoro apologized for the method he used to save her. It had been effectively exchanging a life for another, as her tail would stay with her permanently despite what anyone else did. But it had been either that or letting her die, and he knew he couldn’t let her die. He asked for her forgiveness.

Camila granted it, but she in turn was touched that he would find it in her heart to save a member of a species of beings he had been raised to hate on such a deep level. And she came to realize, she could live with being a sirena. She was sad at having lost contact with the few friends she had for good, but said contact had already been spotty at best.

And she loved just about everything else about being a sirena. The freedom she felt swimming in the sea, the wonders that could be beheld under the water… and she loved being with Pescoro, since the moment she had opened her eyes and seen him, she would later realize.

Over time, they would see one another as often as Pescoro possibly could. At first, he kept her away from the other sirenas for her own safety, but once he believed she was ready to pass off as a true sirena, he introduced her to his subjects. The first impression anyone got was that she was the king’s suitor… and when Camila said she would like to be, Pescoro confirmed that yes, she was.

Most were happy for their king, for he had been a beloved ruler over his almost two decades on the throne. But a few more attentive ones couldn’t help that the king’s romance with Camila coincided with the moment their attacks on human ships stopped. And again, Pescoro was honest when confronted with the questions.

Some were horrified at the implications. Others were annoyed at them. Most could not believe it. After all, they had been taught for generations that humans were monsters. To prove their point, Pescoro and Camila conducted several human observation programs, meant to show to the best of their ability that humans, though flawed, were not inherently worse than the sirenas. Most of the sirenas joined in, and got to see and know humans far more up close than ever before.

It was the shock of a lifetime for the sirenas. They had believed to be ridding the world of demons who did nothing but destroy everything in their path, not causing suffering to creatures so similar to them. While it was sadly true that a few of them still wanted to keep the feud with the humans going, and even some that didn’t feel that way were not sure Camila was ideal for a queen, they mostly got support from the sirenas. Pescoro’s rule had been a fair one, and his relationship with Camila had not affected it in the least. If anything, it seemed to have made it better, as Camila seemed able to look at certain problems different ways and help come up with solutions for them more quickly.

She did need some formal training to rule as queen, but she went into it without complain. And after she was done, King Pescoro and Queen Camila got married, at the ages of forty-five and fifty two respectively. Within the first week of their joint rule, Pescoro officially ended the hostilities against humans, a decision that was met by overwhelming support as the gathered sirenas also dropped their weapons after he dropped his trident. And when their twin children, Marzel and Marisa, were born two years later, they came into a calmer world for the sirenas.

Sadly, it was not perfect. Humans still held too much of a grudge against them, to the point they at one point tried to kill Pescoro when they believed he was kidnapping his own children, who thanks to their mother having been a human could gain legs and walk on land.

And some sirenas wanted to keep the feud with humans going for all sorts of reasons, to the point they sank as many ships as possible without King Pescoro’s knowledge. They could not do it to many, and they could no longer afford to leave survivors, but each death they caused brought suffering to someone’s loved ones.

One of those deaths would be that of the biological father of a girl named Sofia, who would later be responsible for the release of Princess Elena of Avalor, the one who would one day help to bring true peace between the humans and the sirenas.

But sadly, the group of sirenas that hunted humans for all sorts of purposes, some of which would sicken humans and sirenas alike, remained free. And the truer peace on the humans’ side made them no less determined to keep their end of the conflict going.

[dotster001]

Dilf Floyderverse Masterlist

A collection for the author's personal reference

CW: Yandere, Toxic Marriage

Canon Story

Part One

Discussion and Theories

The Family

Why he Won't kidnap you (right away)

Why he has so many kids

Sirena's a Monster 😊

Sirena's Mer Form

When You Already Have a Kid

Sirena Art by @st4rz666

Dilf Jade AU

Dilf Jade Thoughts

More Dilf Jade Thoughts

When you Already have a kid

[dotster001]

oh no… i would totally hate if sirena treated me as a pet… yes it would be so terrible and i totally hate the idea of TWO attractive people interested in me. even if one of them is only interested in using me as a tool 🙈 (i want it)

I have several applications from people who have requested to be her doormat or her dog 😂 and omg same I have zero shame in the face of a terrible, gorgeous woman.

She's for sure the type who knows what effect she has on you, she'll lean in close so you get a good whiff of her perfume, and she caresses your cheek with a perfectly manicured hand, as she oh so pleasantly asks you to do just one teensy little favor for her? She's got a beautiful pout on her face, and you're nodding, without even hearing what she asked for.

Then there's Floyd, ruggedly handsome, also smelling super expensive, dragging you everywhere, pulling you close so you can feel just how strong he is. He'll have you pressed up against the wall, his stubble tickling your skin, as he's whining into your neck about how you need to be paying more attention to him, he found you first! You're his Shrimpy, not hers! And once again, you can't think straight, so you miss when he asks what you'll do when he kills her.

You? With all the attention you're getting from two very different types of beauty, your head is muddled at all times. You're walking around in a giggly daze, not super aware of the fact that you are a chess piece, and that every other piece on the board is circling you like a pack of blood thirsty sharks.

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Sirena's mer form, since I can't find a good picrew for it.

She's a salmon mer, so her skin is light pink, it stands out nicely with her hair. Her tail is a pink as well, but in certain lights it's silver. Or it's silver and in certain lights it's pink. Really depends on where you meet her, but she's not picky about what color you think her tail is. She has scales up her stomach, and down her arms. She's usually wearing shiny human world jewelry, that she uses Floyd's magic to keep from wearing down.

Tail shape

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The Dilf Floyderverse!

Took a headache med that had caffeine in it, yesterday, and created the Dilf Floyd Leech family. Enjoy!

*picrew links at the end

CW: toxic family, hot wife (I made her too hot and now my bi ass is like 😍), she's an absolute monster btw, I wanted to make it so I didn't feel bad about killing her

Sirena Leech

Age 42. Gorgeous. Love her. She's a salmon mer in her true form. She's for sure a rich man's daughter, not satisfied with anything but she can step on me . Will yell at wait staff because the food is "too cold". Lowkey, she was hoping she was betrothed to Jade, because he's the calm one. But joke's on her, he's a master of poisons, it would not go well for her.

Side note: Just like Floyd is planning to kill her, she's been planning to kill him for a year. She's just a little too slow. Perhaps in another lifetime she succeeded, but not in this one. But in that other universe, she is sending the kids off to boarding school the second dad is dead.

I want her to kill me she's so hot

Kai Leech

The oldest, at age 15. Has his Mama's eyes, and his papa's disposition. He's starting to prep for the NRC entrance exams, but he's definitely a family man, who is not excited for college because it means he'll have to be away from papa and his siblings. He's a protective big brother, despite his eccentricities. He has been known to have a bit of a temper, and has swung at some bullies who went after his cousins or his siblings. Probably will be placed in Savannahclaw. He's very well aware of how often his parents fight about whether he should be betrothed or not, and is crazy grateful that his papa has stood up for him and his free will.

Coral Leech

Age 13, and angsty. She won't take any bullshit, and she and Sirena are at each other's throats constantly. At age ten, she asked dad, "What happens if mother dies?" With dark eyes. Sometimes she leaves articles about husbands who murdered their wives around. Papa always says it's a joke (he is well aware it is not) but mother wants to ship her off to boarding school. Coral refuses to be the cookie cutter rich girl her mother wants her to be, and is doing everything she can to make herself seem scary enough to not be married off should something happen to papa.

Pearl Leech

Age eleven. She's cute and sweet, and mother's perfect angel... usually. She has her father's energy levels, and while she is very kind, her kindness is often loud and frenetic. Her kindness usually leaves a mess behind, whether it be a messy kitchen after she makes brownies, or a room full of broken items where she made a craft. But she means well.

Caspian Leech

Age nine. He's the serious one. Dedicated to his studies, wanting to be a big man so that Papa will let him take over the family business....

Most of the time.

He's close in age to Anemone, which makes them best friends. But it also means they fight constantly. One moment they'll be playing house with some dolls, the next they are breaking each other's dolls because "you aren't playing the game right!"

Mother will be so proud of him one moment, then ripping her hair out the next.

Anemone Leech

Age 8. Again, best friends with Caspian. Well behaved, until they are wrestling on the ground and destroying a store. Has her mother's eyes, which makes her mother have a little bit of hope, but Leech genes are strong. She is still young, still developing her personality. And with how boring mother is, and how fun papa is, take a wild guess about which direction she is going to go in.

Jade Leech (Jr.)

Age 5. Floyd begged to name a kid Jade. And the answer was no 6/6 times. But when Jade opened his eyes, Sirena rolled her eyes and said he could name him, but also made sure to note that she was done. Which is so fair after six kids, but the reason isn't the number of kids, or even that she doesn't want anymore. No, she's just lost hope that any will be "civilized". She entertained his desire for a big family because none of the kids so far had been worthy heirs, but she's giving up. A cruel thing to say when you're holding your newborn baby, but hey, rich people, amiright?

He's a good bean, a complete sweetheart. He just enjoys being included! Sure, he has no idea what's going on, and he knows mother is mean, but everyone else is wonderful and he's so happy!

Picrew Links 🥺

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1342558

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2151243/complete

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/61925/complete

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/186583/complete