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lowvintagesims · 8 months
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this mermaid is polyamorous
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oh my fucking god i only just realized the reason Ryn liked the helicopter toy is because her sister got taken by a helicopter, she was trying to communicate that she needed to find the helicopter, I'm fucking stupid
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batbootie · 1 year
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Supernatural fandom, I summon you. Siren (TV 2018) fandom, I summon you.
I offer you in sacrifice an idea for a fic crossover Supernatural X Siren (TV 2018).
Dean and Castiel visit the town of Bristol Cove because they think there is a hunt, think there's something to kill out there and the town is experiencing a series of bad events.
Dumb accidents at sea, annoying problems with data and banks. Small things that pile up and pile up to make it dangerous. (Dean and Castiel get locked out their véhicule during a storm while coming into town)
You couple that with the various deaths and the Pownall history and it's "little American town, monster on the loose snacking on inhabitants" scenario, and Castiel thinks the town is cursed.
Dean goes undercover because they know jack shit about boats and how to manoeuvre one, and the fisherman are hella cagy. Makes friend with Xander, works with him on the boat for a while, and sees Maddie, Ryn and Ben out on the shore several times, the last two going under for super long periods of time.
He meets Maddie in person while helping bring something hurt by the nets in the medical center, where Castiel got hired too.
Ben actually likes Castiel because it reminds him how Ryn is and Maddie is wary as hell, because she got the full frontal "I can gaze into your soul, you're a good woman, Madison Bishop" the first day he started here.
-> they come after Ryn gave birth to her baby and the baby is living with them.
-> Ben became a merman, but lives most of his time out of the water
-> Throuple is strong but there are still some issues because Maddie can feel the distance between her and RynxBen, they are working their issues and Dean/Castiel is a healthy snack.
-> Ben and Ryn have no idea that the supernatural exists, Maddie has an inkling because she feels feathers all over her when Castiel is in the room. And Haida legends are true.
I realize that Siren fandom is pretty small, but the design,brutality and awesomeness of that show is perfectly on brand with supernatural. It just lacks the sass. If you haven't watched it yet, I'm begging you, please do. I'm rewatching it and it's still beautiful.
So yeah that's what I'm currently working on. but if you have any ideas, or specific scenes that you want to see in there, I'm open to suggestions and influence.
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thirdmagic · 6 months
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one day this blog will inevitably return to the regular scheduled mostly-fandom-with-only-occasionally-politics blogging state that i intend it to be and enjoy more, but, man. even if i return to blogging like normal, i will not be doing it as the same person i used to be because after all this i myself am just not the person i used to be.
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imtrashraccoon · 2 months
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Bit of an update...
I've been working on that Siren AU oneshot I was talking about. Well, it's not going to be a oneshot but at least four chapters. I haven't fully decided how I'm going to structure it or the final chapter count, but it's progressing well.
Rather than post one chapter at a time though, I'm thinking of holding off on posting them until they're all written. Each chapter is going to be much longer than anything I've written before though, unless I end up splitting them into smaller chunks (again, haven't fully decided).
I've just about finished Red's chapter though! It's currently at 5,000+ words... Needless to say, I'll probably be posting it directly to my AO3 if it gets much longer.
I'm weirdly inspired to attempt to draw the characters as well? Don't know if any of them will turn out but I'm kind of invested in the characters, even if they're inspired by @/llamagoddessofficial 's boys.
Without spoiling too much, Red, Sans, and Skull (name still pending) will each have their own chapters. So excited!
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aparticularbandit · 4 months
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I have read so much Ms. Marvel already this year wow.
I've read so much comics in the past two weeks WOW.
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imaginejolls · 2 years
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diversity win! this polycule are ecoterrorists
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fagrights · 3 months
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trying to remember when that was. Impossible. I do know that it messed me up for a long time multiple years and now I’m forever worried my mother will call the police on me again 👍🏻 twice.
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dysfunctionalroomba · 2 years
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Ppl i am BEGGING y'all to watch Siren (2018), , its genuinely probably one of the best shows I've ever seen.
Its on disney+ and stan(?? I think) pr u'know, anywhere on the internet
The fandom is practically non existent but the show is sooo good
Pls give it a look (desc. Coming next)
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world-of-wales · 2 years
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CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2018
2 OCTOBER 2018 || The Duchess of Cambridge visited Sayers Croft Forest School and Wildlife Garden at the Paddington Recreation Ground in Surrey.
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evilhorse · 2 years
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Amazing Adventures #19
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a-sirens-melody · 2 years
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i'll hold you as your world falls apart (for 15 minutes)
Raph hates it when he wakes up and can’t go back to sleep. And yet here he is, at 5:32 in the morning, staring at his ceiling.
He does this a lot, his body just. Deciding he’s had enough sleep when no, he’s still cozy in his blankets and surrounded by all his stuffed animals and it would be nice to go back to dreamland. Sometimes it’s because of a nightmare, but more often than not, he just can’t go back to sleep. He prefers to stay in bed and cuddle his stuffed animals, it gets lonely being the first one awake.
If he really can’t stay in bed, too restless to enjoy the warmth, he’ll get out and tiptoe around the lair. Sometimes Leo’s awake, and they talk about everything and nothing in the way one does when they’re delirious on insomnia, or they sit in silence with mugs of tea (chamomile for Leo and raspberry for Raph). Sometimes his dad is fast asleep in his chair, and Raph tiptoes around him and lets him rest. Sometimes he runs into Donnie, still running on five cups of coffee or three energy drinks and no sleep, and he gives them a warning glare because Donnie knows by now Raph can tell the difference between “I’m up because I can’t sleep and I’m getting a snack to go back to bed” and “I’m up because I haven’t gone to sleep yet and, sigh, I suppose I need to satisfy my body’s needs.”
Besides, they keep food in their room so they can minimize those kinds of trips. Raph has seen the stash of nutrition bars, apple juice, cookies, anything that’s quick to eat and doesn’t mess with Donnie stored in a drawer under their desk. No, if they’re out of their lab, it’s to use the bathroom or stretch their legs properly. 
He’s just decided to keep snuggling, closing his eyes even though he knows it won’t help him fall asleep, when he hears Donnie’s jetpack turn on. It’s quieter than it is in the daytime, but there’s no way he can ignore it or the sound of Donnie stumbling over their own feet. He thinks they smacked against a wall before fully taking off, and he winces in sympathy. The jetpack fades away, and Raph is left in silence again.
That’s…odd. Donnie usually does everything they can to make sure no one hears them when they step out of their lab at ungodly hours of the morning. And, sure, they’re not always the most coordinated, but they’re hardly ever clumsy when using their jetpack. And speaking of, why the jetpack? Raph thinks it would be easier to use the zipline on their bo to get upstairs. Or the actual stairs.
Hm. Something doesn’t feel right. His older brother senses are starting to tingle.
He gets out of bed, much to his dismay. Maybe it’s nothing, and he’ll end up chewing Donnie out for staying up all night. It’s probably nothing. Probably.
“I’ll come back, Dr. Huggenstein,” he whispers. “Promise.” He slips on his mask and he’s off.
When he makes his way upstairs, he hears sounds in the kitchen. Maybe they ran out of food in the lab? He hears the cookie jar being opened rather forcefully..
He steps in, and immediately the slight nagging feeling turns into sirens.
Don’s shoving cookies into their mouth like they’re oxygen, their other arm bracing against the countertop. It’s shaking really badly, though, and his legs don’t look like they’re doing much better. Their battle shell’s flung to the other side of the room, which they only do when it gets too heavy and they’re desperate to take it off and-
He understands what’s wrong now.
“Donnie?”
Donnie jerks their head up, eyes wide and still chewing. They swallow, but make no move to say anything. Their eyes are glazed over and he doesn't think they quite see him. They pulled their hand out of the cookies and Raph can see it’s shaking, only slightly less than the other still gripping the counter.
“Hey bud,” he says, slowly holding his hands up. “I heard you get up. Just wanted to come check on you.”
He can see the gears in their head turning, slower than normal. They blink and, in a small voice, reply, “sugar low.”
It always breaks his heart a little to hear Donnie so weak. He’s helped with several low blood sugar episodes, and he’s never gotten used to it. He doesn’t think he ever will.
“Yeah, I kinda thought so,” he says. He wonders if he was right about the lab, but he brushes it off. Donnie’s not in the right state of mind to answer all of his questions right now. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
“Um.” They’ve tucked their arms around themself now, rubbing at their arm despite the many visible crumbs. “Hold me?”
“Of course.” He starts to walk over to them at the same time they take a step forward. Another step forward and-
They trip over thin air, gasping and flailing their arms at a desperate attempt to balance themself. Raph picks up his pace, and manages to catch them before they hit the ground. They’re breathing really hard now, now shaking in adrenaline.
“Shh, shh,” Raph soothes. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Donnie grips his shoulders and he hears them sniffle. There’s a wet spot on his platron now, and his heart breaks a little more. “Oh, buddy. You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Is it okay if I scoop you up? Promise I’ll be gentle.” They nod. “Okay, here we go.”
He puts his hand below their shell and their knees and in one swift motion, he’s carrying them in his arms. He makes his way to the table and sits down, still holding them. Their head rests against his neck, staining it with more tears. “You want me to stay right here?”
“Please.” They’re still so soft spoken, and it’s all Raph can do to blink away the tears and swallow the lump in his throat.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Tello. I promise.” He tightens his grip and Donnie nuzzles him with a quiet chirp.
He holds his little sibling close as their breathing evens out and their anxiety tremors fade. Donnie’s always sucked at eating regularly, and it’s led to more than a few of these kinds of episodes. It’s funny how after helping them through so many, it always hurts. You think he’d get used to it, but no. He hates seeing any of his siblings vulnerable, but there’s something about the way Donnie’s hands shake or how their eyes glaze over and he looks like a zombie or how small they look, small and sad and hurting that rips his heart out of his chest to shreds.
Raph remembers sometimes about how he used to yell when these episodes happened, when they were kids. It made Donnie cry more than once, and little Raph only hurt more because he didn’t understand why he couldn’t help right. It took a while, and a few tearful conversations with his dad, but eventually he learned how to show concern for Donnie without making it worse. As much as it irked him when they’d skip meals to work on their latest project, he was never mad at them. It was just…so scary.
He couldn’t punch a low blood sugar. Couldn’t yell at it to make it go away and to stop hurting his sibling. Couldn’t step in front of Donnie and take the brunt of the hit for them. He knows if he could, he would trade places with Donnie every time in a heartbeat. Anything so he wouldn't have to watch them stare at the ground and feel utterly miserable. Holding them is always nice, and it helps that he can make them feel safe and secure, but…
He hates that he can never stop it from happening in the first place.
Donnie stretches their legs out, bringing Raph back to the present. Next is their arms, high above their head. They scrub at their face, rubbing away their tear streaks. Now that he can see their face, their eyes look much more alive now. 
“Hey.” Raph smiles when they look at him. “You feelin’ better? Ya definitely look a lot better.” Donnie hums in response.
“Well, seeing as I crammed five cookies down my throat before you showed up, and it’s only been fifteen minutes, yes. Yes, I feel a lot better.”
There he is. 
“Interesting choice for breakfast, don’tcha think? Mikey’ll have a fit if he finds out.”
“Mikey won’t get out of bed before eight, so I think I’ll work up the appetite for his cooking.” Donnie smirks, and it makes Raph feel a little lighter to know they’ll join the rest of them for breakfast today.
“Heh, true.” The clock on the microwave reads 5:50. They’re still the only ones awake, so he decides it’s a good time to ask what happened earlier. “So, uh. Did you run out of food earlier and that’s why you came up here?” They stiffen ever so slightly, and Raph knows he’s right.
“Yeah,” they sigh. “I forgot to restock, and I was really betting it wouldn’t happen last night.” They cross their arms, tapping a pattern out on their left forearm. They’re nervous about getting yelled at for being unprepared.
But right now, Raph is just happy to see them healthy again, so he saves that conversation for later today. “I’m not surprised. You tend to get pretty zoned in on your projects. Just make sure to take some stuff when you go back, okay?”
They look a little surprised, then they smile. “I will, El. But, um,” they start messing with their fingers, still sitting Raph’s lap, “can we stay here for a little bit longer?”
“Absolutely.” Raph beams, and Donnie curls up in his lap again, no longer hurting and small but cozy and safe.
(Leo finds them asleep later. He snaps a picture to show Mikey and Dad. Or maybe to use as blackmail. He’ll decide later, it’s too early in the morning to think right now.)
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cleardreamcloudmoney · 11 months
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Mermaid Art! I've Been Busy for a Few days an Weeks Maybe, but I'm here, and made a Little mer- treat, Hope Everyone Loves it instantly!
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elegy · 1 year
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May 2018
Sirene from Devilman Crybaby
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ur-fav-alien · 2 years
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Harringrove Siren Dancer Au like Jibaro + Climax (2018), but with less LSD psychosis and advantage taking.
I could say just a Siren Dancer AU, but I’m watching Climax right now and I remember how Jibaro changed the cells in my brain so I need something that emulates both of these things and making it Harringrove cuz I’m insane.
We also have they embarrassing ass video of Dacre “break dancing” that furthers this AU lol
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seymourmusicclub · 1 year
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Sirens Of Lesbos - Erytrea nèdègé (Saho)
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