#✭ siren's requests

[luxesiren]

HELLO! You're literally one of the best writers that I've found here on tumblr, you write Eren so good😭, Idk if you're accepting any requests ATM if you're not, just ignore this🙇🏻‍♀️ BUT I HAVE THIS UH THOUGHT, college student Eren x reader likeeeeee Eren is chasing after reader, (Zeke's best friend, they're both also in college) that's all, iloveoyyou

hi!! omg thank you! i think there are better writer’s out here but thank you so much! i am accepting requests, i just haven’t gotten any but i can do this for you! hope you enjoy!

warnings; black reader, thick/chubby reader, uses she/her pronouns, third person POV, mutual pining, heavy kissing, and fluff.

eren had been obsessed with his brother's best friend for as long as he could remember and at first, he thought it was just a crush that would just go away but as time went on and his crush didn't lessen - he just let it build up.

she didn't know that he had a crush on her but he couldn't but stumble over his words whenever he was around her or try to act cool because he wanted to impress her.

"zeke, please. at least introduce me to her." eren pleaded with his older brother for the umpteenth time this week and zeke was growing tired of his begging, "i will leave you alone after this, i promise."

"eren, please. you said that last time and plus, how do you know that she even wants to get to know you." zeke said, rolling his eyes at his younger brother's antics.

see, zeke didn't know if he really wanted to introduce his best friend to his brother. his best friend (in his opinion) was out of eren's league. he could remember the first time they met and eren was a nervous wreck, at the time, it was hilarious but looking back at it, eren was really infatuated with her. "okay, i'll let you meet her and get to know her but don't fuck this up. she's a nice girl and deserves to treated as such." he advised his brother.

eren cheered internally.

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a few weeks went by and eren found himself in front his brother's best friend and stumbling over his words again. "shit. i'm sorry, that was bad. i'm eren."

her laugh was light and airy, "eren, i know who you are. you're zeke's little brother."

"wait, you know me?" he asked with a smirk, confidence coming in and making her blush and he liked how it looked on her cheeks. he observed her appearance, her natural hair out and curly - she had her hair in a high puff and eren loved it. her shirt baggy and her tan cargos hugged her thighs beautifully, eren couldn't have been more obsessed with her.

"yeah of course i do." she replied with a beaming smile, eren snapped out of his thoughts and smirked. "how could i not remember someone who's been chasing after me?"

"i- uh i dont know, what-" he stuttered.

and there was that laugh again, "no, it's cute." she said with a soft smile and looked at her watch, "i've gotta get to my next class but here." she scribbled her phone number down on a small piece of paper and handed it to him with a wink.

he was joyous.

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eren's crush on her had only grown more within the few weeks they got to know each other more. he walked her to class every day and spent his free period with her, taking her to get coffee and to study more for their tests.

she'd grown to like eren more too, albeit, she had a major crush on him too. she enjoyed their time together and she cared for her best friend's little brother in ways that she couldn't really explain. he took her on various dates, sometimes they were lowkey and others were more extravagant but she enjoyed all of them regardless, but the ones she enjoyed the most were the ones where they relaxed and watched tv shows together.

like the one they were on right now, although the show they were watching was background noise seeing as her hands were trailing up eren's chest underneath his shirt, their lips locked, and eren on top of her.

their tongues tangled together and he swallowed all of her small moans, eren's hands wrapped around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest. "baby, you wanna be my girlfriend?" he said as he pulled away from her lips, her gloss smeared on his lips.

"you didn't even have to ask. of course, i will, ren!" she answered excitedly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him back into a kiss just in time for zeke to walk into eren's room.

"seriously? i did not need to see you locking lips with my little brother." his disgust evident.

"who walked in without knocking?" she asked before eren could say something, he looked at zeke with a smug grin and his eyebrow raised.

zeke nodded and walked out the room, closing the door behind him.

i hope this was what you expected😭! thank you for sending the request, i appreciate you!!

[doctorsiren]

You should draw Monster Hunter AU Ford with all his pookies all cuddled up. I think it’d be cute.

Penelope in the kiddie pool

[pocketgalaxies]

Her dead husband. I'm going to have his face. || Delilah and I have shared a brain for an incredibly long time. (for @sharkodactyl)

[yoshijammer]

Mario strangling Beldum for Vivian

Mario when he fucking gets Beldam in Chapter 8

Every time I draw Mario his anatomy is a little different, sorry 😭 (although the cartoonishly large hands were intentional here). I guess I’m still figuring out how to draw him because I’ve never been very good at drawing the bros. I also tried more intense shading because I thought it’d be funny (not sure if I did it correctly tho), other sketches will probably be a lot lighter on shading.

Also, I feel bad that I didn’t necessarily draw Mario strangling Beldam, didn’t know how to go about doing it. As an apology, here’s a Simpsons screenshot edit I made.

Anyway, thank you for the request anon! I’ll be working on the next one but if anyone else would like to send in Paper Mario requests, feel free! I’ll be taking these indefinitely.

[rawbin-hsr]

OMGGG Your latest smut fic is so amazing!!! The smut is absolutely delicious! but....the angst is breaking my heart so...could you please write a continuation or part two where the reader confronts Aventurine's dark internal thoughts and comforts them? A fic where they actually get him to believe that they love him for real, where they tell him that he's not a monster and that he wasn't ruining them.

You've got it ! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Aventurine x Reader

You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves. (Part 2)

Read part 1 here !

CW: dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), lots of mentions of death, passively suicidal Aventurine, violent imagery (through metaphors, nobody is actually physically harmed), intrusive thoughts, Aventurine thinks kind of vicious things about you (refers to you as "stupid", "brainless", "naive" etc), cursing.

Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!

Small note: Spoiler alert sorry, but you will not completely fix Aventurine in this fic. Making any real progress would take YEARS. The trauma he's gone through and his beliefs about his own humanity are EXTREMELY deep-seated, just one conversation would not be enough to make him truly believe he was loved. Super sorry since I'm sure that's not what you wanted (you specifically requested they "truly get him to believe that they love him for real", but this does still end on a hopeful note so I hope you won't be too disappointed (•ᴗ•,, ) )

Sometimes Aventurine gains enough clarity to remember where he stands. More importantly, he gains enough clarity to remember where you should stand. That is to say, as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately, you are never keen on doing that. 

In these moments of clarity, he distances himself. If you won’t do it, he has to. He needs to. He needs to even when he can feel the little pieces of him that you’ve managed to haphazardly glue together splinter into tiny shards again, even when it feels like every step away is a step walked on shattered glass. He can hardly be called a ‘person’ anyways, what does his suffering matter? He has already lost so many good things, why not add another loss to the tally?

He reads your texts, but he doesn’t respond. He hangs up on you the moment you call. By doing this, he makes sure you know he is alive. Both because he knows it would devastate you if you thought he died, but even more so to make sure you know he is intentionally ignoring you. He hopes at least some part of you hates him. He thinks part of him hates you.

But he can never stay away for long. Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. Thoughts of you always cloud his mind too much to do what is right. He reminds himself he will destroy you. He comes back anyways. He is too selfish not to. 

And you welcome him with open arms every time. Sure, sometimes you yell. Sometimes you berate him. Sometimes you cry. But he never does something beyond the bounds of what you’ll forgive, even though he tries to. You’re patient to a fault. Though he feels bad, he never takes it fully seriously, because you always hold him with so much sweetness, even when your words are filled with righteous anger and justified hurt. You always end it by reminding him that you love him. Something clenches in his chest; something that is not his heart, because he has none. He claims he is sorry, but you both know he will do this again. He always does. You know he will hurt you over and over, even if you don’t know the extent. You know he will test you, that he will ignore you, that he will cling to you and that he will taunt you. You don’t know he will drag his claws through you and tear you to ribbons; you don’t know he will sink his teeth into your neck and drink all your blood; you don’t know he will lure you to sea and drown you. You are never aware of the true danger you are in. 

Maybe that’s why you one day feel comfortable enough to corner the creature that has taken on the appearance of a lover. You sit down next to him in bed one evening after one of his many attempts to push you away, your expression grim. You look straight ahead, right into his dead eyes, unaware that a monster is towering over you. 

“We can’t go on like this,” you say. For one moment, the crushing relief and devastation threatens to consume him, and he’s not sure which of the feelings is stronger. For one moment he can’t breathe. 

He hacks our a laugh, his skin straining. Something is shifting beneath his flesh, something ugly and dangerous. He needs to leave and he needs to do it quickly. 

“You’re right, we can’t,” he agrees, his voice a lot more steady than he feels. He feels the urge to grab you and shake you until you pass out. He feels the urge to suck out your life force until your body is an empty husk. He feels the urge to slam your head into the bathroom sink in the next room over. He feels the urge to shoot himself in the head, because he does not want to do any of that. 

“I love you,” you say, unexpectedly. Or maybe it’s not unexpected. You always say such stupid, brainless things. (You say it with sweetness. The only sweetness he can offer in return is the sweetness of bacteria digesting rotting meat. Is the flesh his, or will it be yours?) He laughs again. 

“I thought we were breaking up,” he says. Smirking, as if it’s funny. (It isn’t.)

“No, we’re really not,” you say firmly. He snorts. 

“Maybe we should.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you come closer. 

Get away, he thinks. Run, you fucking idiot. 

You don’t have many flaws, but the ones you do have are insurmountably big. You are too forgiving, you are too kind, you are too selfless, you are too naive. You will kill yourself doing this one day. You will let him kill you.

Your arms wrap around him. He can’t help but relax. The thing lurking under his human disguise grows more restless. 

“I don’t hate you,” you say, unexpectedly. And this one really is unexpected, because what made you say that? Your arms squeeze around him tighter. “I thought I was being obvious enough about that, but you’re so bad at understanding it.”

The feeling he has is the same as the feeling he gets when he realises a deal is going awry. You are the highest risk stakes he has ever made a bet on: will he ruin you, or will you ruin him? What you could do to him is so much more serious than death. He knows that he is holding a losing hand. He doesn’t even know what he stands to win.

You kiss his neck. He shudders. 

“Why are you so scared of me?” you ask. 

Scared? He is not scared. What an outright laughable concept. Neither of you are scared, but if one of you was, it should be you, but you aren’t, for some reason.

“What gives you that idea?” he chuckles, but his voice is not as steady this time, and he can feel his smile slipping. (What is wrong with him? He doesn’t want to think about it. The answer is always ‘everything’.)

“Your hand is shaking.”

It is, but that is not because he is afraid. Fear is a human response, borne from the desire to live. It is instinctual. It means kicking and screaming, it means clawing your way out of hell for the chance to see another day, it means fighting for the life you don’t want to end. He cannot die, you see. Death cannot occur twice. Just because his body reacts, that does not necessarily mean he can truly fear any longer.

(Then again, maybe his reaction does not come from the thought of his death.)

“I’m not scared,” he says, and his voice sounds a lot weaker than he had expected. You pull him closer, cradling his head against the crook of your neck. His blood is pulsing too quickly.

“It would be okay if you were,” you murmur. “I know you don’t know how to be loved. That’s okay. I’ll teach you. You just have to let me.”

Squash. Slice. Tear.

Maybe you are the monster. He can feel your claws prying his chest open; he can feel your teeth dig into his flesh; he can feel something that is not air fill his lungs. The biggest difference between you and him is that he devours, while you give. You painfully shove something back into the cavity meant to contain his soul, you pump blood back into his system, and you fill whatever gaps are left in him with something that is first cold but quickly warms. 

(He realises, belatedly, that something is pumping inside his chest again. But it can’t be a heart, can it? He lost that so long ago.)

“I’ll kill you,” he manages through gritted teeth, claws digging into your shirt. It is not a threat. It is not a warning. It is just the truth.

“You think too much,” you admonish him. Your tone is as gentle as your words are cutting. “I wish you would trust me more. You’re so determined to ruin your own life, and I don’t like it.”

“That’s just how I am. Deal with it or leave.”

“I’ll deal with it, then.”

Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. He will destroy you. But you accept it. 

He has tried time and time again to push you away, but he is weak. So incorrigibly weak, and though your flaws are insurmountable, his are all-consuming. He is a monster in all the ways that matter. But you stubbornly will not leave despite that. 

(Maybe that makes him a little more willing to try to change his nature. Just a little. Just for you. If you will not leave anyways, maybe he could try to make his presence a little less torturous.)

“Just… please stop ignoring me,” you sigh, nuzzling into his hair. Tenderly, tenderly, tenderly, so tenderly it makes his skin crawl. Your claws are softly piercing into him and he is helpless, unable (unwilling) to fight back. “I can deal with everything else. I just hate it when you do that. I can’t keep going weeks without speaking to you. I know you have some kind of… weird ideas that I’d be better off without you, but that’s not true. I love you, and I love being around you. I can’t help you when you cut me off at every corner.”

Cut, slice, slash.

Something in him breaks. Something he knows cannot be salvaged. Something he knows you would not want to salvage. Something he is not sure if he wants to salvage either, now that it is broken anyways.

He breathes a shaky breath, his fingers — his fingers, not claws, not this time — digging into your back. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and he does not feel the urge to bite down. Though his eyes feel wet, it would not be enough water to drown you. 

He knows your line of logic is wrong. He knows the fact remains unchanged: he is a monster of a man. He will ruin you. But maybe your presence sparks enough electricity to keep his heart pumping, just for a little while, and maybe he can wait until things actually start going downhill before he lets you go. Maybe he can remember how to be a human for a bit, maybe he can pretend he is. 

“I just… don’t want to do something I can’t take back,” he whispers. “Not with you. You’re the… the only good thing I have left. I don’t know what I’d do if I…”

“That’s sweet, but I’m not as weak as you think I am,” you reply. “I’ve held out this long, haven’t I? Put more faith in me.”

He smiles.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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My inbox is open, feel free to send in asks or requests, I'd love to ramble about things <3 Also reblogs are EXTREMELY appreciated the final push I needed to finish this was from a very kind individual who reposted and analysed my writing I've been riding that high ever since they did that ily bro

[daiwild]

Sneaks into ur inbox

Do you take art requests…because, hear me out:

The Lords in Black MLP style

Just one..the wiggler. I made him an alicorn hippogriff (I remembered that they don't have cutiemarks so chalk it up to him being an alicorn)

Imo if the lords were in mlp they would not be any of the already existing gen 4 creatures but I do enjoy playing around with the idea

[g0nefischin]

MERSKELES PART 3!

Definitely not mermay anymore but here's the last 3 sirens I wanted to do

and some explanation on why I choose what I did under the cut

(little warning for parasites on fresh's section)

So from left to right

Dream is a golden colored koi carp fish, I picked it because they are very pretty and they represent a lot of positive things like luck and fortune, some people even wish on them to make their dreams come true :> I also thought of the legend where a golden koi fish climbs a large waterfall to turn into a dragon, so they have some mythical legends as well. In terms of the actual fish, Koi are very sociable and sturdy, they also live for quite awhile.

Nightmare is a coelacanth, he should probably be an octopus considering he has tentacles, but I really wanted to make him a coelacanth because I think they are neat. Coelacanth's are very old with the latest fossils being over 400 million years old, they were thought to be extinct until one was found in 1938, grandpa nightmare. They are also nocturnal, sleeping in caves during the day, they live deep in the ocean as well. 

Fresh is actually a two in one, he is a rainbow parrotfish with a tongue-eating louse in his mouth. Out of alI the bright fish I did a parrotfish because I really like their gradients, and I think the magenta fins fit his jacket. He's a parasite inside of a Sans body, so I picked a fish parasite to go along with the fish half of his body. I chose the tongue-eating louse, a type of parasite that replaces a fish's tongue. It first severs the blood vessels to the tongue and once it falls off takes its place. feeding on nutrients and acting as a new tongue for the rest of the fish's life, very cool and terrifying.

[shytastemakerthing]

HIHIHI AND THANK YOUS O MUCH FOR MAKING THE REQUEST OF ALBINO! READER WITH POMEFIORE TRIOS🥀‼️

I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ANOTHER ONE IF YOU DONT MIND WITH VIL,ROOK,JADE WITH ETHEREAL SIREN! READER (just imagine since it had been killing me to think of it.. And sorry as well.. Also the reason the reader is ethereal is that they are quite majestic being that is stylish with pearls and etc, not to mention they are pretty pale white on their siren form with their scales as well that shines when reflected. Also imagine what type of scenario you can imagine or put in effort since id be happy because I don’t see these types of requests to others☹️🥀 Also you can ignore this if this is too much💔)

A/N: Hello, lovely anon! I am so glad that you like our Pomefiore trio with our albino!reader! I was rather excited when I received this particular request due to rather loving the idea of such a beautiful siren and their style. I do hope that you enjoy this request!

Tw: Brief mentions of drowning and death in Jade's section

Request: Vil, Rook, and Jade with an ethereal Siren!reader

You quite literally took his breath away the first ever moment that he laid eyes upon your absolutely stunning form

You were in your natural, siren form when he first saw you, opting to take advantage of the weekend by slipping into the saltwaters of your natural environment, or rather, the closest you could be which would be in Octavinelle

He had been delivering something to Azul in regards to the last housewarden meeting when he was passing through and saw you resting on one of the rocks, tail flowing in the water, pearls adorning your hair, decorating your collarbone

Your scales shimmering in the water, making them look as if they were the purest of diamonds

Oh, but what had him, what lured him the most, was your voice

It was unlike any other he had heard before

Sure, he had heard some rather stunning singing voices, but yours?

It was as if he was in a trance and couldn't turn his gaze away from you

Feeling a pull that he had to go to you

And he almost did, had Azul not found him first, as he somehow lost track of the time watching you, and was rather quick to tell the Pomefiore housewarden just what you were

A siren? He had heard of them, but never actually encountered one before

The next time he saw you, was when you signed up for the Film Studies club

You looked just as ethereal as a human as you did in your natural form

Your clothing flowing in the soft breeze, light and airy, those same pearls still woven into your hair, only in a new pattern, he could even see the slight sheen that your skin now held, which reflected beautifully in the right lighting

He was lured in by your voice, just as beautiful as when you were singing, and you were lured in at the beauty he held, a rather perfect match if you ask anyone else

It was safe to say that anyone who saw the both of you, the spotlight would be where you both were

Which Vil certainly did not mind

Now, perhaps you would like to join him in the next VDC competition? With you on the team, they would be sure to win

Ah, the self proclaimed hunter of love himself

When he first heard the sounds of a beautiful maiden singing much closer to the docks, who was he to resist?

Not when your voice carried so beautifully through the air, as if carried by the wind itself to grace his ears

But oh, when he first gazed upon you?

By the shores of the ocean, at the ports that resided Sage's Island, there you were

Perched along the rocks, much of your tail still hidden beneath the crashing waves, it was as if he had been struck by a cupid's arrow....... several times

Your beauty was unmatched, and he must admit to it, not even Niege or Vil could compare

The way your scales shimmered like diamonds, pearls adorning your features, the way your skin seemed to glow under the light of the sun, it was all too much for him to contain

Which is what led him calling out to you, and you leaping into the water not a moment later

He had tried to search for you beneath the waves as soon as he made it down the rocks but to no avail

After that, throughout the duration of the Port Fest, he would often make his way to those rocks once more in hopes of being able to see you again

Closer to the end of the day, he found himself sitting at the docks, legs resting in the water before taking notice of someone coming to sit next to him

Was left in awe at seeing you sitting there next to him, legs replacing the tail he had seen you with, but still just as breathtaking

Even now, your skin still shimmered as if it were pure diamonds

As it turns out, you also came to see the festival, coming closer to land to see how the humans celebrated and seeing his curiosity in regards to you, you grew more curious of him

It was safe to assume that you would both be seeing much more of each other

Perhaps you would like to give him a tour of your underwater home?

He certainly had his fair knowledge of sirens, being a mer himself, though it was rather rare that he actually encountered one

Sirens weren't often seen around where he grew up within the Coral Sea and as sirens were known and seen to be far more aggressive, as they opted to lure their prey with their beautiful voices before either drowning or taking them out another way, he was one to keep his guard up

Though, when he first encountered you, he certainly could tell that you were no human

Your skin held a similar sheen that most mer students had when they appeared as human, only yours, more so

Like the brightest pearl, reflective of any light that grazes upon it

Speaking of pearls, there were a number of them that were woven into your hair in a beautiful pattern, your neck and ears graced with them

He couldn't quite tell what type of mer species you were

But that was until he had heard you speaking to another student, said student almost appearing in a trance

You were a siren

The first he had ever seen up close

The first one he had ever heard

As his parents would warn him and his brother: if you can hear the siren, it's already too late

And then, you were looking at him

Your eyes seeming to strike his very soul, he's never felt this exposed and you were only looking at him

The next encounter happened when he was actually out on one of his hikes, being the one and only member of the Mountain Lovers Club

As it turns out, you share his affinity for the nature that was on land

You had been kneeling down in the dirt, a pair of gloves on your hands, singing while you seemed to be foraging

Oh, by the sevens your voice, the way that you sang, he could already feel the natural pull that a siren held when they were ensnaring their victims, and here he was, falling into that same snare

He only managed to snap out of it when you called to him, having taken notice of his presence, a gentle smile on your face, looking far more ethereal up close

Jade didn't even realize just how quickly his heart was beating as he managed to display that practiced, kind smile

What was that? You would like to join his club?

Well, perhaps mother and father wouldn't mind this siren.......

I can't begin to tell you how much I loved writing this one, anon! As someone who lives close to the ocean and has always loved the lore that surrounds these creatures, this was possibly one of my more favorite writings, I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do!

Have a wonderful day/night!

[discardead]

··· ··· ··· ✧✦✧ ··· ··· ···　Sleepiness, Dreams, and Nightmares (also Stars & Sheep) themed NPUT list

﹒﹒﹒　Requested by anonymous!

Somniel. Somnier. Somiera. Drowsyne. Dozeo. Dozoresth. Doream. Soresth. Nebulyn(e). Luminesse. Resirift. Ceweste. Starrest. Starisheep. Woolym. Lullastar. Lambstar. Lamby. Lambiett. Lambsiette. Fluffine. Fluffeta. Flufette. Solace. Lamblace. Starlace. Starmien. Lambier. Lambien. Resomnia. Lullamb. Lullaresth. Phantomire. Omenya. Somnyre. Reverine. Revemare. Lucidry. Lucie. Lucidity. Rem. Ram. Dreamie. Dreamine.

som/soms. sle/sleep. re/res. re/rest. la/lamb. la/lala. hu/hum. zzz/zzz's. sta/star. sno/snooze. dre/dream. star/ry/starrys. she/sheep. nap/naps. yaw/yawn. wo/wool. fur/furs. fluff/fuffs. lulla/lullaby. nie/nier. sca/scare. ni/night. fri/fright. re/rem. lu/lucid. plu/plush. baa/baas. ble/bleet. hy/hymn. mur/murmur. mu/mumble. ra/ram. sof/soft.

lucidr-ming. lucidrming. dreamarish. lambstars. starreaming. dreaminstars. lullambsie. lullamby. 123sheeps. phantozed. sleepingme. starleep. starfilled. lambish. softestgf. softestbf. swoftestgf. swoftestbf. softlynow. dreamlike. dreamyboy. dreamygirl. dreamboat. dreamy[noun]. sleepiesse. sleepyn. sleepmare. nightmarish.

Prn* who had a restful sleep. The [noun] of (your) Dreams. Prn* Dreams full of Stars. Prn* who had a Frightening Dream. The [noun] who cause Nightmares. Prn* who counts Sheep. The Shepherd of Stars/Dreams/Starry Dreams. Prn* who's in a dream-like state. Prn* with a Lucid Form. The [noun] walking amongst the Stars. The Cosmic Dreams. Prn* who runs from Nightmares. The [noun] of Nightmares/Dreams. Prn* Bleeting Dreams. The Dreamy [noun]. Prn* Star-filled Nightmare. The Softness of prn* Dream. Prn* who's in a Living Nightmare. The Nightmarish [noun].

[elenas]

Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey as SYRENA in Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides GIF PACK

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[doctorsiren]

Angsty Psychic Lawers AU stuff?

like Separation Arc or Disbarment era

yeah so I decided Reigen’s disbarment was only gonna be 6 months since that’s the length of time that Mob was stuck in the mindscape world that Mogami made, and so it’s then the length of time that Mogami is Mob’s mentor (and also this allows the ages to not be all messed up LMAO haha)

[softpawpup]

siren caregiver things !! ( request from @mamabunni888 )

sings you lullabies all the time, their voice magically makes you fall asleep almost immediately

usually cleans around while you're taking your naps

likes brushing and styling your hair to match theirs

takes you to the beach pretty frequently, always manages to find the isolated secret spots

helps you find the prettiest seashells and treasures every single one you give them, probably has a shelf of them at home

has pictures of you filling their phone and house, thinks youre just the most precious person in the world

likes to play pretend sailor with you

scoops you up and covers you in kisses

scared of most bugs but if you like them, they tolerate them

usually kinda blunt with other people but super sweet and gentle with you

knows all the best seafood restaurants in the area

likes to be alone with you usually, but enjoys it when you have friends and go on playdates

[monsteractialuna]

Can we get soft mermaid eclipse and siren y/n cuddles? Idk if you plan to do more art for that one but I love the designs

I love them soo much I'd draw more of them but Y/n's tail is a lot of stress on my wrist LMAO

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siren song ||| - xavier thorpe

requested: yes! requests: open! siren song part three!

part one, part two click here for my masterlist

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wordcount: 4,581 warnings: she/her reader, some cursing, sad xavier

Ajax tells Xavier about what happened. Xavier takes everything into his own hands, which may or may not include sneaking into your room. He finds out the truth.

Ajax awkwardly lets out a laugh. He had a list with answers in his head with a correct response to it, but this one was not on the list.

"What do you mean? Xavier. Your best friend?"

You furrow your brows, shaking your head. The name 'Xavier' is not extremely common, definitely not in a small town like Jericho. Besides, you would know your own best friends, right?

"Ajax, I think you have been smoking too much. I know no one by the name of Xavier."

He looks at you like you have grown an extra head. Are you joking right now, or are you dead serious? You look just as confused as him, and you aren't really the best actress. It is already hard for you to keep a birthday gift a secret, so acting as if someone does not exist at all would be impossible.

"I- What?" The Gorgon shakes his head. "I might be wrong then. Don't worry about it."

The two of you return to your own tasks. You are still doing your Botany homework while Ajax sits and stares off into nothingness.

His head is a jumbled mess. Do you really not remember your best friend? Xavier told him what happened, but he wanted to hear it from you as well. Not that he thought Xavier was lying about what he had said, but just because he wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

It was truly strange, though. Yes, you had a big fight with Xavier, but ignoring someone and forgetting someone is a whole other fact. Not to mention that you didn't even so much react to the name.

Xavier needs to hear this.

-

"Dude!"

Ajax runs through the door as Xavier lets out a yelp, dropping his pencil to the floor. It's late at night already, does he not realize most people are sleeping already?

"Ajax, you can't just burst in at eleven pm?! You're lucky I don't have a roommate anymore-"

"Listen," he closes the door behind him, sitting down on the empty bed that once belonged to Rowan while catching his breath. "Dude, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. "

Xavier picks up the pencil from the ground, placing it on his sketchbook before closing it. The sketch was of you. For the last few weeks, he has drawn nothing other than you. Memories he has with you, things you have done together, and even only some half-finished sketches.

"What could possibly be so important right now-"

"Y/N forgot about you."

Xavier straightens his back, his eyes big as he looks at his friend. He has to be kidding right?

"That can't be," Xavier lets out a breathy laugh. "I would have expected her to ignore me, yes, but how can she forget me?"

"I thought she was kidding at first. I asked her what happened at the Rave'n and she said nothing about it," Ajax rolls off of the bed, pacing around the room. "And I thought that the fight would be something she would mention. Then I asked specifically what happened between you and her, but all she asked was 'Who is Xavier?'!"

The boy is at a loss for words. It is like every single word is pulled out of his head, replaced by a pounding headache.

"Are you sure? She- She is not the best actress, was it really not fake?"

Ajax shakes his head, breathing in deeply before rubbing his hands on his face.

"Nothing. Nada. If you even got close to guessing what a gift was going to be she would always immediately tell us, right? She didn't even flinch when I said your name. And then she told me she has never, ever met someone with the name Xavier."

The Gorgon places a hand on his friend's shoulder, slightly squeezing it before letting go again. Neither of them has any idea of what to do.

"I'll just try again," Xavier whispers. "Worst case scenario is that she genuinely doesn't want to talk again. I- Thank you, Ajax."

"Take it easy, okay?"

After a goodbye he exits the room, leaving the artist stuck in his own dorm. Only he and his thoughts. Thoughts seem to be racing through his head as his heart is pounding against his chest. He was a total asshole, but he just hopes that you still hear him out.

-

"Hey, Bianca?"

The Siren had placed herself on your bed, flipping through a magazine. The room had been quiet for a bit, only the sound of your laptop, pages flipping, and the soft instrumental music in the background. Bianca hums, looking up from the paper.

"I was in the library with Ajax," you slowly say, your leg bouncing up and down. "And... He said something really weird."

Fuck.

She should have known that Xavier and Ajax were going to be up to something. It's not like she didn't notice Xavier trying to talk to you. He tactically counted the seconds on when he should stand up just to be close to you, even bump into you if he had to. But the Song made it so you kept your distance.

A pen floats in front of your face as you try to distract yourself. You didn't use your telekinesis a lot, but your mind has not been on your laptop anyway.

"Oh?" Bianca raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah," you mumble before suddenly turning around on your chair, facing your friend. "Who is Xavier?"

"Xavier?"

You nod as the pen behind you falls back on your desk. You have not been able to get the name out of your head, repeating it over and over again to try and find some memory attached to him.

Bianca bites her cheeks. Is she to tell you? Or should it be kept a secret? Before the Siren Song, you did not really talk about it. But Bianca wouldn't hold the truth from you. She only wants to protect you from him, something you consented to.

"Xavier is," Bianca hesitates. "A student here at Nevermore. He did something incredibly stupid and dumb."

"Do I know him?"

She doesn't want to cause you any distress. She can say no, but then once the Siren Song breaks, it would only be worse. If she says yes, then you might go seeking answers.

"You used to."

-

Bianca didn't say much more after that. In a way, she was completely honest. She did tell you that you used to know him, but you had made your intentions very clear. Forget about Xavier and just have a moment of peace and quiet to yourself. It had worked for weeks now, yet Xavier doesn't feel like he has changed one bit.

During class, he still tries to get your attention, but Kent and Bianca are quick to shut him down. Kent doesn't know about the Siren Song, though. No, if he did, then the entire school would have heard it already. He just thinks that you want to stay out of Xavier's way, still mad because of the fight. It is true, in a way.

You were quiet the entire day. Not quite sulking, but you were thinking. Why is it that you can't recall anything about him? You even sneak some glances at the long-haired boy. He seems... Miserable. His eyes are dark, his eyebrows are stuck in a frown, and his hair is just messily placed in a small bun. He does not look bad, but just upset.

Even during lunch, you didn't really say a word. You insisted that you just needed some time and that your social battery was dead. But Bianca knew you were thinking about Xavier. If he just had not pulled this, everything would have been fine. She hasn't heard anyone talk about a Siren Song though, so he doesn't know the truth just yet.

Another few days go by before it is finally Friday again. For the entire week, Xavier had been trying to talk to you, but you have always hurried away from him. Not to mention that especially Bianca and Kent almost formed a wall around you. But Xavier also isn't the person to start drama in the entire Quad. So he waited. Patiently waited. During this time, he came up with a plan. Was it smart? Probably not. But this was the only time he could talk to you.

It is well after ten, which meant that everyone had to stay in their dorms. But Xavier had other ideas. He had sneaked out, running through the halls and out into the side of Nevermore. Your balcony had a fire escape, one that he used quite often to sneak in or out when he would hear Thornhill coming. It is a bit too dangerous to walk through those halls right now, especially considering he might wake people up. He doesn't have the patience to take his time right now, wanting to reach you as fast as possible.

He runs up the long flight of stairs, catching his breath once he finally reaches the top. He thought that running would make this a bit easier, but it doesn't seem to work too well. Your window is similar as to the one in Enid and Wednesday's dorm. It has the same spiderweb-like pattern, though yours is missing the colorful stickers on it.

Your side of the room is decorated with lots of smaller lights. The lightbulbs in the Nevermore lights seem to be dim, and you always insisted that the smaller lights looked more fun anyway. He stands in front of the window, trying to look through the glass.

"Y/N? Are you in there?"

Nothing. At least, no response from you. He can hear the clicking of your keyboard.

"I know you're still mad at me," he says again. "And I totally understand it. I have been wanting to talk to you, but Bianca and Kent always stand between us."

Nothing, again.

He looks behind him to make sure no one followed him before he pushes the bottom of the window, opening it before sneaking in.

There you sit.

It is like this is the first time he has ever seen you. At least, it feels like it. You are sitting with your back towards him, your head moving to the music that sounds through the headphones on your head. It was a gift that Xavier had gotten you for your birthday.

You had been planning to buy a new one for a while, but it was hard to save up money. So, he decided to go with you to the closest store to try some out. You had fallen in love with these, but they were quite expensive. So, as you had already walked out of the store, Xavier had quickly paid for them, hiding them in his backpack before giving them to you on your birthday.

You were even wearing his burgundy-colored t-shirt. You must remember him then, right? He slowly walks over to you, tapping you on your shoulder before he aggressively gets thrown against a wall. Ouch.

You turned around in shock, seeing the boy pinned against the wall.

"Oh!" You exclaim, immediately releasing him from your invisible grip. "I'm sorry-"

You squint at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait a second," you point at him. "There are no boys allowed in Ophelia Hall. And definitely, no boys that I don't know!"

Xavier stands back up, a pained expression on his face before he shakes his head.

"I just needed to talk to you for a sec, and you know what happened the last time Thornhill saw me in the halls."

Actually, you didn't.

"You have never been in my room."

You stand opposite the tall boy, looking him up and down. He feels familiar to you, and you are guessing that this is the 'Xavier' that Ajax and Bianca had mentioned. He licks his lips before letting out a deep breath.

"Look, Y/N, I know that you are still mad at me, but-"

"The only reason why I would be mad is because a stranger randomly showed up in my dorm room!"

His shoulders slump as he looks at you. Not one part of you recognizes him.

"Well, ever since the Rave'n and the fight we haven't spoken. I know that I was very, very wrong for doing that to you and you deserve much better," he runs his hands through his hair. "But I really need to apologize."

"Xavier, is it?" You awkwardly laugh. "I think you are mistaken. I don't recall seeing you at the dance, much less having a fight. I'm sorry?"

Should you say sorry? Surely he must recognize the person he had a fight with, and it wasn't you. His heart slowly chips away at itself, less and less connected to each other once he truly realizes you don't remember him.

"You truly don't remember, do you?"

His voice breaks a bit as he starts fiddling with his hands. You look up at the boy, feeling quite bad for him. He does look truly confused and stressed.

"No," you grimace. "Sorry. Truly."

"Nothing? Not even from the Rave'n or- or before that?"

"Everything I remember from the Rave'n is dancing, drinking some of those weird, blue drinks, and then that disgusting paint drenching everyone. After that, I just went to my dorm to try and get all of that out of my clothes and hair." You shrug, still looking up at him. "The only thing I did after, was hanging out with Bianca and sleeping."

There really is not one bit of you that remembers him. Or, you have just become a really good actress overnight. He did really hurt you, but he didn't think you would actually forget him. Xavier pulls on his scarf, coughing awkwardly as he nods.

"Yeah, okay."

"I'm really sorry, Xavier," you look at your window which is still slightly open. "Look, you are very pretty and you must also be super nice, but I think it is better if you leave. I hope you find the person you were looking for."

He nods silently, climbing back out of the window before descending the stairs, not once looking back.

The way back through Nevermore is slower. He doesn't feel the need to hurry anymore. Ajax was absolutely right. There was not one memory of Xavier left in you. Not even when you see him up close, when you smell the perfume he always wears, not even when you wear one of his shirts that he left behind.

Did a witch cast a spell on you, leaving you without any memories of him? There are witches at Nevermore, so it isn't unlikely. But how can it be that you remember everyone except for him? Ajax, Wednesday, Kent, Bianca-

Bianca.

If you recall going to the girl after the Rave'n, then that must be the whole reason why you forgot about Xavier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, picking up his pace before sneaking into the dorms where Bianca sleeps.

He should have known it. Bianca and you had gotten closer after he screamed at you, but he thought it was because you needed someone to talk to. After all, he turned to Ajax to talk about his problems. But, Bianca has one thing that not a lot of others at Nevermore have; the Siren Song.

He doesn't want to accuse her of having used it, the last time it ended badly. But he does want to know if she had anything to do with it.

Once he reaches Bianca's dorm, he knocks on the door. Not softly, either. He doesn't care if someone sees him now.

The Siren opens the door, an annoyed look on her face which turns even more annoyed when she sees Xavier. She expected him to show up sooner or later, and today was finally the moment.

"Do you not realize that it's almost twelve?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Just let me in," he groans.

Xavier is not here to play games. He wants, no, needs the truth. He needs to hear it, because if it isn't the Song, then he doesn't know what else it could be. Bianca steps to the side, closing the door behind him before crossing her arms.

"What do you want, Xavier?"

"Did you use your Siren Song on Y/N?"

"Why would I tell you?" She raises an eyebrow.

She just walks past him, back to sitting on her bed and scrolling through her phone. Xavier only stares at her, at a loss for words.

"I'm serious, Bianca. Just give me a yes or a no."

"Hm," she hums. "Sucks, doesn't it?"

The boy stays quiet, only looking at the girl. Please, just a simple answer. That is all he needs.

"To be completely ignored by someone you like?" She stands back up with a smirk on her face, throwing her phone on her bed before stepping closer to Xavier. "That, no matter how hard you try, she doesn't even bat an eye at you? Much less say your name?"

"What do you mean?" He grits his teeth. "Just give me an answer."

A smirk is still on her face as she shrugs. She has no need to tell him. Besides, he deserves it. He deserves to suffer, just in the same way you did. No matter how much she believes he has feelings for you; he has to find it out himself.

"Come on, Xavier," she lets out a sigh. "I will not help you if you don't get your head out of your ass."

"Bianca, please."

She takes a good look at the guy in front of her. He might be extremely stupid, but she can't help but feel bad for him. Yes, he is the entire reason that you had felt bad for weeks, and though she still thinks that he has to learn a lesson, he might need the truth.

"Fine," the Siren grits her teeth. "After the Rave'n, she came to my room. Like, right after your fight. Asked me to use my Siren Song and I told her that I would think about it."

She steps away from Xavier, pulling the piece of paper that you had previously signed out of her desk drawer.

"Then I saw how miserable she looked and how much you ignored her," Bianca points at Xavier, holding up the piece of paper. "So, with Y/N's permission, I used it."

This was everything he was scared of. He knew he was wrong, he knew he had to make things right, but he had no idea how bad he had gotten.

"You have to undo it, Bianca. I'm serious."

"Why?" She raises an eyebrow. "So you can go ahead and break her heart again by hanging out with the psycho?"

"No!" He exclaims, running his hands through his hair while letting out a sigh. "So I can make it up to her! I just-"

He paces around the room, fiddling with his fingers and pulling on his scarf. He still had not discarded his winter jacket, he simply couldn't be bothered.

"I really like her, Bianca."

"Then tell me why you ignored her."

Xavier doesn't have one reason. It might be because he truly believed you didn't like him back, he could have been too insecure, maybe because he got pulled into Wednesday's theories about some monster, or maybe he was just a total asshole.

It stays quiet for a good minute. Bianca then just places the paper back in its original place, leaning against her desk before looking up at the boy.

"I'll ask her," she mumbles. "I'm not promising you anything. I only do this because I know she likes you. You better get your shit together, Xavier. Now, get out of my dorm."

-

It was Saturday which meant that you went to Jericho. This time, you went with Enid, Wednesday, and Bianca. You and Enid tried to keep some distance between Wednesday and Bianca, knowing they aren't best friends. Even though Jericho is not a big town, it still has enough little stores to explore.

At one point, Enid had dragged Bianca with her, leaving you together with Wednesday outside of Weathervane. You sat on the little bench, just in silence as Wednesday was reading a book and you were sketching in a small little notebook.

"I want to ask you a question."

You look up from your sketch, looking at Wednesday.

"Sure!"

"What happened between you and Xavier?"

You raise an eyebrow, shrugging.

"I don't know why everyone keeps asking that. Nothing, I think?"

Wednesday doesn't seem to believe it. She has an eye for lies, not to mention that she is talented at finding out the truth. Most of the time, that is.

"You can not believe that that will fool me. Xavier has only been sulking for the last few weeks. He is living up to the whole tortured artist thing."

"Well, I hope he gets better soon. But I had nothing to do with it, Wednesday. Really."

"What are you girls talking about?"

Enid suddenly jumps out, a big smile on her face as she holds a small bag.

"Nothing," Wednesday shakes her head before closing her book. "Let's go back. These Jericho people make me want to throw up."

-

You take your shopping bags upstairs as Bianca follows you. The two of you were going to go through everything you bought. After all the bags had been emptied and all the items were tried on again, Bianca speaks up.

"I have to talk to you about something."

What is it with everyone suddenly being so serious?

"If it is about Xavier, I truly don't know what happened. He showed up in my room, insisted on apologizing for a fight that never happened, and then left again."

"It did," Bianca grimaces. "You don't remember what you asked from me?"

You slowly shake your head. You can't really think of anything at this moment. The only thing you feel is confusion. You hadn't known anything about Xavier before you finally heard his name when he sneaked into your room.

Bianca looks at you before nodding, breathing in deeply. She has to tell you; you might have changed your mind.

"You used to know Xavier. Really well, actually."

Question marks almost appear above your head.

"He... kind of ignored you for a few weeks," Bianca looks at you. "Then stood you up again at the Rave'n. You asked me to use a Siren Song on you."

You are at a loss for words. The poor boy had spent weeks being miserable for something you didn't even remember. But, from what you understand, he had done something horrible to you too.

"Okay," you just whisper, nodding your head. "So... For a few weeks now?"

"Yeah," Bianca takes the folded piece of paper out of her pocket, handing it to you. "This is what we agreed on. I just... Wanted to check in on what your thoughts are now. You didn't really let me know about the Song ending in any way, even though we both aren't sure if it'll work."

It stays quiet for a moment as you read the letter over and over. You try hard to remember it, but it just doesn't come back up. Nothing. Nothing about Xavier, nothing about the Song, not even the good memories you had with him.

"Do you think anything changed?"

Bianca looks at you as you hold out the piece of paper to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Xavier," you mumble. "Did anything change? The Song wasn't for nothing, right? If I really used to be best friends with him..."

Did he? He did spend weeks in his art studio, sketching every single memory he had of you with him. He tried to map out exactly when to run into you, He had even broken rules to apologize to you, finally getting his jumbled thoughts straight.

"I think he did. He is well on his way. I might have tried to set him straight," she lets out a laugh. "I told him he had to get his shit together. He really cares about you, but he just doesn't know how to deal with it."

"He might need some therapy," you shake your head. "I feel like it has been long enough, right?"

"You want to undo the Song?"

You nod, sitting down on your bed while looking up at her.

"Maybe he didn't mean it. I don't remember a lot about him, it's like I have only seen him vaguely in a dream or in the background of a picture. I trust him."

"Okay," she nods, "Let's try this. But, I am not too sure if it will work."

The least you could do is try, right?

"What do you think about... 'Remember Xavier from then to now, it is no question as to how. The Siren Song will now end, old memories will now again blend.'? You will remember everything from now on top of your old memories. I hope."

"Let's do it."

The amulet gets removed from her neck as she looks at you with a gentle smile on her face. She truly does wish you the best.

"Remember Xavier from then to now, it is no question as to how. The Siren Song will now end, old memories will start to blend."

Nothing.

It stays quiet for a few seconds before you look up at Bianca who is placing the amulet around her neck again.

"Is it supposed to work immediately?"

She looks you up and down.

"Usually, yes... You don't have your memories back?"

You slowly shake your head.

"Absolutely nothing."

This is exactly what Bianca feared. Though you knew the risk was there, it still was extremely disappointing that it couldn't be changed.

"What if I start over? If Xavier and I became friends once, we might become friends again, right?"

"That is something you need to decide yourself," Bianca takes her bag in her hands. "Do what you are most comfortable with. My input? It might be worth it."

A smile is on her face as she turns around to walk out of your dorm, pausing for a second before looking back at you.

"Xavier is a good guy. Genuinely. He just needs a little push sometimes."

-

Xavier had finally laid down on his bed, his hair still wet from the shower. He had taken the hottest shower ever, trying to get his mind off of things, yet it didn't work. He was back to sketching all he could remember of you. All pages up to now were filled with your face.

When his phone buzzes, he feels like he wants to throw it around the room. He is not in the mood to talk to anyone, but he had to turn on his alarm still anyway. The light of the phone is extremely bright as he squints his eyes, trying to shield himself from the brightness. But his eyes fly open when he sees the notification that made him grab the phone in the first place.

Y/N ♡

hi xavier! could we talk soon? let me know when you have time :)

He can not believe his eyes. He immediately sits back up, typing on his phone like crazy. With shaking hands, he finally sends you a response.

xav!

yeah! any time tomorrow?

He nervously stares at his screen, seeing the notification of your typing pop up.

Y/N ♡

sure! some relaxing before the visiting week, haha :) see you tomorrow!

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