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[skaianet-rituals]

Marjorine/Butters

Name: Marjorine Chaos/Marji, Marj, Butters, Leah, Orel, Flora, Vic, Victoria, Vicky, the lord of hope

Age: permaTeen (16-19), age regressor (3-8)

Pronouns: she/her, bun/buns, love/loves, sweet/sweets, they/them, meow/meows, fluff/fluffs

Gender: transfem, transgirlfluid, xenogirl, xenogender, bunnygender, bunnygirl, sanriogender, lovegender, gendercute

Orientation: T4T bi, polyamorus, objectum, queerplatonic

Species: alterhuman/therian/fictionkin/otherkin...transSpecies/transBunny/rabbitkin, catkin, plushkin...HelloKittykin, OrelPuppingtonkin, YellowGuykin, FloraLatourkin (Tamers12345)

Appearance: white skin, scars, blonde hair, blue eyes, scarred/blind left eye, tooth gap

Role/Source: co-host/caretaker/protector/joy & trauma holder/artist/virtual world manager...age & pet regressor...Hellpark/Plushpark/South Park, Moral Orel fictive

CisIDs: god-tier, lord of hope, Prospit dreamer, ectobiologist, ex christian, ex vamp kid, abused, autistic, ADHD, C-PTSD, CSA, anxious, paranoid, disabled, half blind, base player/band member (crimson dawn), age regressor, pet regressor (bunny), artist, plush maker, plush collector, doll collector, brony, chaos/imagination powers, mixed Hawaiian and white

TransIDs: transTealblooded, permaGroomed, permaAbused, permaVictim, permaHarmed, trisHarmed, trisBlind, transGunshotWound (left leg), transLimp, transCaneUser, transStalked, transKidnapped, transMissingPerson, transHarmless, transFragile, transInnocent, permaGullible, permaConfused, permaFriendly, transKawaii, trisCute, trisLoved, bunnycoric, permaSummer, permaBeach, permaHawaii, hawaiicoric, trisHawaiian, transHelloKitty, transSanrio, permaSanrio, sanriocoric, plushcoric, transHeartPupils, transForcedVamp, transSupervillian, breadscentic, permaTeen

Relationships: Kenny ♥, Nepeta ♦/♥, Mike ♦, Charlotte ♥

[tuliharja]

Got tagged by @a-kid-named-hiro doing writer asks meme created by @plushparker. Thank you lot of Hiro for tagging me!

I also challenge you @a-kid-named-hiro doing writer asks meme fully, if you haven’t already done it. Also tagging @yamireiki​, because lultz.

My answers will be under a cut. ^^

ink: Make sure there is enough quiet and at times listen a song or few that will suit what I’m writing.

 pen and paper: On a device, because it’s so much faster, easier and when I still did write by hand, I used to get indurations in my thumb. ^^’

 diary: I’ve published most of my works that I’ve written. The ones that haven’t seen light and never will, are the ones that are unfinished ones. I like to share stories with others. ^^

 journal: No, not really? I mean, at times I might go back to my stories and re-read those, but since those will always be with me…I don’t really see the point.

 novella: I used to enjoy writing novels, but then I just realized no one wasn’t really interested about those, so I stopped writing those. I then started to write one-shots, which is actually a good thing, considering the fact my life is these days busier. Though, at times I do write short stories/short story collections.

 pulitzer: Absolutely my fic Wreath. The writing, emotions and unsaid things that still speak volumes…I’m still baffled I managed to write such a beautiful fic about love, that can move one’s heart. It’s just beautiful, okay? Maybe it’s because in it shines my inner most feelings toward my OTP (Byakuya and Tomoyo) and the love I feel toward that ship? But all in all, it’ll always have a special place in my writings.

 genre: Hurt/comfort, angst and fluff/romance.

 narrator: Third Person Omniscient or limited Point of View.

 backstory: When I couldn’t express myself that well verbally, I realized there was a whole world just waiting me in written form.

 time-lapse: Ever since I learned how to write.

 characterization:

Naruto:

Tobirama -my spirit animal

Mito -my Queen

Madara -the trouble child

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle:

Tomoyo -pure cinnamon roll that need to be protected, despite the fact she is badass

Bleach:

Yoruichi -it’s smexy time!

Fruits Basket:

Ayame -let’s have fun, despite all the bad things around us

Hatsuharu -I might be slow, but I ain’t dumb

Tokyo Mew Mew:

Pai -angst is my middle name and last one I’m-still-in-denial-about-my-feelings-toward-certain-porpoise.

 carnegie: I can’t really pin-point exact authors/books/stories that have influenced my writing, since I believe story is a sum of many things and over the time many things influence you.

 faulkner: Soulmates, acceptable breaks from canon, AUs, canon defilement, common crossovers, crossover, drabbles, gratuitous Japanese, het, hurt/comfort fic, rational fic and slash fics.

 o’connor: None, since I don’t write those that I don’t like. But I’ve had to write few times poetry and that wasn’t that pleasant experience.

 dickinson: Does this make sense? Did I manage to write beginning, middle and ending? Is there understandable plot in here?

 playlist: It depends fully what I’m writing. If I’m writing something lovey-dovey, I’ll listen happy or romantic songs, if I’m writing about conflict or battle, then something heavier music or battle music…and so on. I don’t use playlists when writing, since the songs in those might not suit the mood.

 record: Yup, quite many actually and yes, I do.

 nobel: Yes! Here are my exclusive writing accounts for Fanfiction and AO3. But if this means none-fanfiction, I can also say yes to that. I’ve written few articles to local, small newspaper and I also did write several columns in it.

 notepad: No. The place must be secluded, comfortable and enough quiet. Not to mention my mood must be just right one to write, or it’ll be crappy.

 parchment: I think all stories have pieces of their author in them.

 dedication: My loved ones and friends.

 trope: When the grammar is just so awful, I can barely understand it. Also, if the writing is based upon something and the facts are all wrong. Plot holes.

 input: If there is any grammatical or spelling mistakes, don’t just state there is. Tell me exactly where those are, so I can fix those.

 critic: Still waiting such advice.

 mifflin: Describing emotions and generally things. Creating interesting situations and still keeping the illusion the character(s) would act like that, if in such a situation.

 houghton: When they lift a piece from my text and tell me exactly how they felt about it. I also love when the pure feelings are shining in their comments- it makes me feels like I did something right. ^^

[typicalmidnight]

Little Things

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader Prompt: “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” (for @starcrossedparker’s writing challenge) Includes: Fluff, a little angst, insecurity Word count: 771 (very short haha)

A/N: Sort of based off the song Little Things by One Direction

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Usually you loved yourself, and felt secure in your own body. A few years back you had more insecurities about your body and how you looked, but Harrison was your saving grace. He couldn’t have come into your life at a better time. When you first met you were in a touch place mentally, but he had helped you out. Not long after he asked out out, and you were where you are now. His girlfriend, who no longer had constant insecurities.

Unfortunately sometimes those insecurities came back, and today was one of those days. You were well known as Harrison’s girlfriend, and some paparazzi had taken photos of you and him the day before. You were tagged in lots of posts on Instagram and Twitter, and couldn’t help scrolling through them, smiling at all the nice comments that fans had left you. Unfortunately there were also some expected, but still very mean, comments. You had been wearing an outfit that showed off the body that you were now proud of, which made it easy for some so called fans to attack you. You brushed off the first few comments, having developed a thicker skin after the first few months of dating Harrison, but after impulsively reading more comments you found yourself collapsed crying on the floor in front of the mirror in your room.

Upon hearing the lock click and the front door open you lifted your head in the direction of the noise for a moment before resuming your floor position. When Harrison walked in he called your name, knowing you were supposed to be home and that you would usually run to greet him.

“Love?” his voice rang through the apartment but you couldn’t do more than sob.

Soon enough he found you in your shared bedroom and he immediately dropped his things and rushed over to you.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, before glancing at the phone in your hand, figuring out the source of your tears. “Oh darling… ‘M sorry. I hate putting you through this just because you’re my girlfriend. But don’t listen to them. I love you just the way you are, and isn’t that what matters the most?”

You sniffled, nodding your head, and let Haz help you up and bring you into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you sipped the cool drink Haz picked up the coat that he had dropped in your room, putting it away as he turned the radio on. Coming back over to you he wrapped you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your face. You let yourself be engulfed in his warmth, resting your face in the crook of his neck. He smiled when Little Things by One Direction came on, the music gently flowing through your appartment. Gently swaying with you, he adjusted the two of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and yours around his neck, your head resting on his chest. Softly he sang the sweet love song to you.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things

You never love yourself half as much as I love you You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to If I let you know, I'm here for you Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you oh

I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth Because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to And I'm in love with you (all these little things) I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to I'm in love with you, and all your little things

“I love you darling, even with all the things you think you have that are flaws.” he whispered, looking at you lovingly. He placed his hand under your chin, softly placing a kiss to your lips. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. And you know why? Because you’re mine.”

You hummed, blushing slightly and looking down.

“Look at me love.” Harrison gently commanded, and you raised your head to look up at him again. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are? Because they’re stunning. They’re the perfect shade of y/e/c. I love how I can always tell how you’re feeling because your eyes show it. And now, after you’ve just been crying, they’re sparkling with beauty. I love you so much, and that will never change.”

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A/N: Did you think it was gonna be a fic about Haz’s eyes? Me too but nope that’s not what happened! Anyway I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you thought!

Tagging some mututal sorta people cause I don’t have a taglist:

@mcuspidey @spiderboythomas @hey-its-grey @scottstacos @bibliobrianna @prince-p-parker @angelic-holland @galaxy-parker @celestialparker @modern-caffeinated-romantic @unholyhaz @starksparker @starkstower @peterparkersshitlist @dtftomholland @hollandroos @soulspideys @anxieteandbiscuits @toms-gf @hillsnholland @h-osterfield @hollandlovely @retroparkers @petersshirts @plushparker @poetrypeter @tomhollandandtessa @parkerstingle @sunshinehollandd @bilkyrie

[elven-oracle]

the siren, act i: serenity |p.p. /part 6|

[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five] [part seven]

moodboard credit to @astral-parker

special thanks to @rainbow-marvel for always being willing to edit my thinGS!!!

to listen to the sea shanty i have drawn minimal inspiration from, click here

SUMMARY: When merchant ships start mysteriously going missing, Tony Stark enlists the help of Peter Parker to discover what could possibly be causing them to vanish from thin air. Unbeknownst to them, some mysteries go deeper than the sea itself.

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Siren!OC

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

Tony Stark was stuck in a ditch, and he was desperate to find a way out.

Inside of his lab was a creature. A creature. The little fucking mermaid. He had acted nonchalant in front of the kid when they had first seen her out on the ocean, but that was before he realized all of the complications that followed her. She was a political nightmare. Once he said a word to any person in government, she would be pulled apart at the seams. She would be pricked and pried at until the poor thing went mad and then thrown back into the ocean.

His ears were hot and his heart was racing as he stalked out of the room. He didn’t want to lash out on Peter any more than he already had, but the situation was so complicated it made his brain hurt, and it felt impossible to think clearly when he was with them. The thing could put a human into a trance just by opening her mouth. How were they supposed to know her intentions? Why hadn’t she tricked them into drowning already?

He liked to think he vaguely knew the answer to that question. Peter had some sort of connection with her, and she reciprocated. They mirrored each other’s looks of longing like two lonely teenagers - or what appeared to be teenagers - looking at each other across the middle school gym at a shitty dance. This dance was just about as shitty as it got. Tony had gotten two hours of sleep, was preventing two mutant kids from falling in love, and for all he knew Peter was asphyxiating as he rode the elevator to his bedroom.

For the millionth time that afternoon, he strayed from the idea that she was an evil being. The way she spoke about her own species was detached and disoriented. It reminded him of how he spoke about his father: there was no sense of belonging.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. is Peter still alive?” he just wanted to ease his anxiety.

Peter Parker is alive and in good health in your lab.

“Good.”

He exited the elevator and entered his room, where his bed had never looked so welcoming. Tony wasn’t particularly good at sleeping, but two nights in a row he had gotten less sleep than any normal human being got in one night. When he reached the edge, he crumpled into it, closing his eyes.

All he could see were the silver eyes of their mermaid. Their rare beauty was unmatched but simultaneously off-putting. Nagging at the back of his brain like a rock in his shoe was the reminder that he needed to tell someone about his murderous species of siren that was plaguing the Atlantic ocean.

He opened his eyes again, an idea flickering inside his brain.

“Call Rhodey.”

Calling James Rhodes.

It was a shot in the dark. Rhodey was a busy man, but when he had time for Tony he made it. The fact that it had taken this long to call his best friend was proof of how tired he actually was. The screen perched on a wardrobe across from his bed rang for about 30 seconds, and he was almost certain that he wouldn’t pick up.

Call to James Rhodes connected.

A pleasant surprise.

“Now what could you want from me now, Stark!” there was a hint of playfulness in Rhodey’s voice.

“Rhodes, I’m only calling to say hello!”

“With those bags under your eyes? Definitely not the case. Lay it on me, Tony, I’m all ears.” Tony sighed, knowing that there was no way he was ready for this, “I...know why the ships have gone missing.”

He lifted his eyes to see Rhodey’s face fall.

“You - what?”

Slight nausea had settled into his stomach, which his exhaustion probably contributed to. He wanted to explain further, but had trouble getting the words out. The actuality of the lives that had been lost was starting to sink in. Tony was the first to have confirmation that 64 people were dead. 64 families were about to have their hope obliterated.

“Peter and I...we got lucky. We found the cause of the disappearances.”

“Tony.”

His friend sounded hesitant. Almost as if he didn’t want to hear what Tony had to say. He knew he had to pick his words carefully; the mermaid was so tangible that it never crossed his mind that he would need to do a bit of convincing before anyone believed him. After pondering all the possibilities, he finally gave into deciding it would be best just to show rather than tell.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., show the live feed going into my lab.”

The camera switched from Tony’s face to a clear image of the lab. The creature was leaning over the side of the tank, bent halfway, staring inquisitively into the kid’s eyes. Their faces were barely inches apart, and the image struck a chord in Tony’s stomach, his heart rate picking up,

Still, it didn’t look like the kid was in any immediate danger, so he let them be.

“Tony what is that,” the words were phrased less like a question and more like a demand.

“She calls herself a siren. You know. Like from the Greek myths. She even speaks Greek as well,” he looked at his friend who obviously had his teeth clenched. The distressed look was not foreign. Just about every decision Tony made resulted in that look.

“Was it- was it just her? Are there more?” “There’s an entire species. She claims to be half human...” Tony wanted to continue, but it was such a long story, and he probably wouldn’t have done it justice, anyhow.

“What do you think we should do?” Rhodey looked just as mystified as Tony.

“She said…” Tony inhaled, “She said that they have their coordinates memorized. That any human vessel to touch the water past the coordinates are killed without question.”

“Could we technically consider this an invasive species?” “No. They’ve been there for centuries. Since fucking ancient Greece. Technically we’re the invasive species. Is there…” Tony sighed. What he was about to request was typical: it sounded easy in his head, but he had no clue if Rhodey would help him out.

“What is it. What’s the idea.” “I just want to change the trade routes, and nothing else. I’ll measure the coordinates myself. I don’t want to give the reason. I don’t want to cause mass mayhem because mermaids exist.”

They were in the ditch, and Tony could tell Rhodey didn’t know what to do, either. He hadn’t even heard her story from the source. Hearing her talk about it, or however it was she communicated, had brought Tony to pity the poor thing, and it wasn’t a result of her trancing capabilities. She sounded dispirited as she described her own culture. If she could change it, she would. Or for her sake, he hoped that was how she felt.

“They’re already working on new trade routes…” Rhodey sighed, “If you can find the coordinates...I can try and lure away from that direction. No guarantees. We’ll be lucky if that works.”

Tony felt some tension in his shoulders release. He knew he could always count on his best friend, but with this, he hadn’t been sure.

“Tony...you do realize that you are robbing the families of the truth.”

There was another chord played on his heart. He had thought about that the most. These people were holding on to the thought that their loved ones might still be alive, and he held the truth. He had the power to destroy their worlds. Rubbing his eyes, he deflated, lying on the ground.

“I’ve ruined so many lives, Rhodes.”

A few months ago, Rhodey would have argued, but Tony had made the comment so many times that there was no point anymore. He was close to burning out; helping people always seemed to come with a cost. For now, he wanted to protect those that he cared about the most, and that included Peter. His mentoring relationship with the kid was starting to grow into something more, and while he usually pushed away that type of connection, this kid made him want to embrace it. He saw a lot of himself in Peter, and if he could steer him in the right direction he would.

“Get me those coordinates and I’ll write a proposal for the trade route change. You’re lucky you got an inside source in the government,” Rhodey chuckled quietly, waved at the screen, and ended the call.

Tony requested to be shown the security feed from the lab again, zooming in on the kid and his creature. He turned the volume up, noticing that Peter was speaking. He was repeating his name and pointing to himself, probably with the desire to have her learn it. It was this ambition that had brought Tony to invite Peter on this mission. Peter liked science, sure, but the curiosity that drove him was what made him good at it.

Much to Tony’s surprise, he heard the creature speak. She said his name, in a broken and shaky voice. It was the voice of someone who had never spoken aloud before. Apparently, the technique she used for singing could not be carried over to spoken word.

She trusted Peter, and that was good. They would be able to rehabilitate her and hopefully find out more about this unknown species. Once they had established a mutual understanding of each other, maybe then they could reveal to the world that she existed.

He shut his eyes, listening to the duo say Peter’s name back and forth, Peter laughing gleefully. As Tony finally drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of them. Two kids making a big impact on his life. It was the first positive force he had received after months of destruction.

With the idea of resting peacefully at the forefront of his thoughts, Tony let it take him into a dreamless sleep, hoping that he would wake up just as relaxed.

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[skaianet-rituals]

Karen

Name: Karen Mccormick/Kare, Kare-Bear, the sylph of blood

Age: permaKid (6-8), transAge/transTeen (12-14)

Pronouns: she/her, sh3/h3r, they/them, th3y/th3m, fang/fangs, vamp/vamps, scene/scenes, rawr/rawrs, nya/nyas, mew/mews, meow/meows, blood/bloods, cute/cutes, XD/XDs, X3/X3s

Gender: nonbinary, demigirl, genderfluid, xenogender, vampgender, vampcoric, scenegender, scenecoric, loligender, catgender, cutegender

Orientation: bi pan lesbian, polyamorus

Species: nonhuman/immortal vampire/vampirekin/batkin...therian/otherkin/fictionkin...werewolfkin, wolfkin, dogkin, catkin, carebearkin

Appearance: white skin, freckles, scars, cigarette burns, brown hair (human form), black and purple hair (vampire form), green eyes (human form), purple eyes (vampire form), fangs

Role/Source: syskid, scenecore alter...Hellpark/Plushpark/South Park

CisIDs: god-tier, witch of blood, prospit dreamer, vamp kid, scenecore, emocore, webcore, antonymph, weeaboo, furry, sparklefur, self harmer, abused, autistic, ADHD, CSA, C-PTSD, lolicon, brocon, consang, little sibling, white, poor

TransIDs: transOliveblooded, trisImmortal, transCute, permaInnocent, transInnocent, transPitiful, transFragile, trisHarmed, permaGroomed, permaKid, transAge, transTeen, transLoli, transLoliBait, transGoth, trisEmo, trisScene, trisFangs, trisVampKid, trisVampire, trisBat, transBatWings, transWerewolf, transDogEars, transDogTail, transHalloween, transCigaretteSmoker, trisSelfHarmer, transCringe, permaCringe, cringecoric, scenecoric, hyperScene, vampcoric, vampConsang, trisConsang, transStarPupils, transGlitterBlood, transWorshipper, transCultist

Relationships: Kenny 🐇/🍭/♥, Nepeta 🍭/♥, Mike 🍭/+🐇/♥, Kevin 🐇

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Leslie

Name: Leslie Meyers/Hatsune Miku, Monica, Trixie, Trix, the witch of mind

Age: Lolifluid, permaTween/permaTeen (8-16), roboAge

Pronouns: she/her, sh3/h3r, it/its, zap/zaps, ⚡/⚡, dig/digi, glitch/glitches, they/them

Gender: femme agender xenogender, robotgender robogirl digigirl, gameovergender virusgender, burgergender mcdonaldsgender evilgender

Orientation: aromantic evilLesbian

Species: electric demon/possessed robot...nonhuman/objectkin/fictionkin........internetkin, robotkin, tomagatchikin, (nintendo) wiikin....HatsuneMikukin, Monikakin (ddlc), Giffanykin (gf), ENAkin, Electraceykin (dhmis), Trixiekin (mlp)

Appearance: pale skin, few freckles, black hair, glowing neon blue eyes, yellow horns, rainbow demon tail

Role/Source: organizer/positivity & spite holder....Hellpark/Plushpark/South Park fictive

CisIDs: god-tier, witch of mind, prospit dreamer, robotic, demonic, singer, NPD, OCD, BPD, neon blue blood, fujoshi, lolicon, kodocon, electricity/glitch powers, Japanese American

TransIDs: transMutantblooded, transCandyBlueblooded, transMutatedPurple, trisHarmful, gameovercoric, viruscoric, trisVirus, trisProgram, trisDigital, trisCode, robotcoric, permaRobot, permaOnline, permaTumblr, chronicallyOnline, trisFamous, transExperiment, transTestSubject, transUndead, transShapeshifter, transRealityJumper, transEvil, evilLesbian, lolifluid, permaTween, permaTeen, permaSilly, permaHappy, permaHappyMeal, transMcDonaldsWorker, mcdonaldscoric, burgercoric, permaburger, burgerscentian

Relationships: Estella ♠/♥, Terrance ♣ (Estella+Leslie), Wendyl ♠, Jimmy ♦, Damien 🐇, Satan 🐇

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Wendyl

Name: Wendyl Testaburger/Wendy, Wends, Wen, Twilight Sparkle, Twi, Twily, Yandere Chan, Yan Chan, Misato, Ragatha, the witch of light

Age: transLoli/loliAge/kodoAge (8-12), transTeen (13-19)

Pronouns: he/him, she/her, shi/hir, they/them, win/wing, heart/hearts, love/loves

Gender: transmasc boygirl, nonbinary genderfluid, xenogender lovegender angelgender angelcoric

Orientation: bi pan polyro, hyperromantic polyamorous

Species: nonhuman/otherkin/fictionkin...angel/angelkin...TwilightSparklekin, YandereChankin, MisatoKatsuragikin, Ragathakin

Appearance: pale skin, long black hair, pink eyes, beauty mark, braces, golden halo & big white wings (angel form)

Role/Source: protector. love & anger holder...Hellpark/Plushpark/South Park fictive

CisIDs: god-tier, witch of light, derse dreamer, angelic, angelblooded, yandere, lovecore, hyperromantic, OCD, ADHD, fujoshi, weeb, lolicon, kodocon, Vietnamese American

TransIDs: transVioletblooded, transSeaDweller, transFinalGirl, transLandMineGirl, transHarmless, trisharmful, trisObsessive, trisStalker, transKidnapper, transMurderer, lovesick, lovecoric, permaLove, permaInLove, permaDating, permaCute, transHeartPupils, transBadVision, transGlasses, racefluid, panAsain, transGroomed, transLoli, loliAge, kodoAge, trisWeeb, transNeet, transFemcel, angelcoric

Relationships: Stan ❤/♦, Bebe ❤, Eric ♠, Leslie ♠, Stan/Gregory ♣

[elven-oracle]

the siren, act i: serenity |p.p. / part 2|

[part 1]  [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

moodboard credit to @candycornparker

special thanks to @rainbow-marvel for always being willing to edit my thinGS!!!

to listen to the sea shanty i have drawn minimal inspiration from, click here

SUMMARY: When merchant ships start mysteriously going missing, Tony Stark enlists the help of Peter Parker to discover what could possibly be causing them to vanish from thin air. Unbeknownst to them, some mysteries go deeper than the sea itself.

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Siren!OC

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

a/n at the end.

Sister… where are you going?

I am going to the surface to retrieve sunlight for my bones.

Come back soon…

She had always preferred the surface.

All of her purebred sisters spent their days lounging on the depths of the ocean, remaining out of sight until unsuspecting humans intruded their home. A single finger over the perimeter of their territory and death became their fate. The farther she could get from her sisters in all of their evil glory, the better she felt. Even if the sunlight made her eyes hurt and her skin dry, it was the closest she could get to solace.

Existing was absolutely dreadful, and there was no delicate way of putting it. From the moment she was conceived, she was doomed to have a miserable life. Her mother had taken a risk by bringing her into this world, little did she know that the daughter paid the price for the mistakes of the mother. To be blunt, she hated her parents. She hated both of them. Their recklessness and stupidity had turned her into the shell of a seiren she had become. The only reason she was alive was because she did not have the means to change that.

...

Once upon a time, over half a century ago, her mother had fallen in love with a human male. The concept was an ancient one; every seiren from the beginning of eternity had a peirasmós. One human would tempt them to reject the ways of their sisters. If you were worthy, you would kill them as you would any other human. If you were not, you would be murdered along with them. Never once had there been one to reject their kin, until her mother discovered the shipwrecked man barely skimming the perimeter of seiren waters.

The seiren did not like to kill. Creating life was always more miraculous than taking it. Their secrecy was sacred. No one from land should ever have the precious knowledge of their existence. When men took to the sea, there was no doubt to their ancestors the path they would take. The melodic trance became a powerful weapon against the weak human mind, and eventually, the seiren became a whisper of a rumor. A legend. A fairytale.

She did not know why her mother failed the test, or how she spotted him before his presence was made known to her sisters. From what her own sisters had told her, she dragged his mutilated body to an island that night and laid with him, having no qualms regarding the ancient practice that had been brutally violated. Her terrible soul kept him well, nursed him back to health. She allowed him to know her from the inside out, rather than trick him to falling for her. She put the love of a man before the love of her sisters. Worst of all, she carried his child for 273 days, until she birthed in the spring. That was when she was finally discovered.

They showed her endless mercy by sparing the life of her child. For it was not the child who had sinned, it was her mother.

There was not a day that went by where she was not reminded that she was never supposed to have been born. It was drilled into her head that she would never follow the footsteps of her wretched parents. With thin rope they acquired from a ship they took down, they bound the base of her tail and the center, so that even when she dried and her form switched to limbs, walking would be quite impossible. It was so tight that the only way it stayed was a curse of some sort. Only an outside source could remove it.  She would be punished if there was ever an attempt to walk.

Every evening, around the time that the sun was on the brink of going down, she breached the surface and stared at the sky. Her sisters never understood why she was so detached from them; To her, it was blatant their cutting comments would never put a dent in their emotionless shells. To them, they spoke the truth. Their intent was never malicious. Unfortunately, the human half of her was filled with intense emotions that a pure seiren only had to feel in the face of her peirasmós. She endured these human feelings at every hour of every day. She wondered if this was how being fully human was. Did they have a similar weight beat them down?

...

When she breached the surface of the water, the atmosphere was different. She looked into the eyes of a metal bird that she had seen before, but they never had been this close. The menacing birds had always minded their own business, keeping their distance and passing by. The longer she stared at it, however, the sooner she felt the presence of humans: two female, two male. If she were on the bottom of the ocean amongst her sisters, these humans would have gone completely undetected. Maybe that was their prerogative.

One human, dressed in strange red clothing, crawled along the side of the metal bird. Was this normal human behavior? She had never seen any move in that manner. She shut her eyes, hoping he did not see her and continued to float. If he touched the water, her sisters would be notified, but for now, she let them mind their business. Too many lives had already been lost, too many necks torn to shreds by her canine fangs. If she could preserve these four, she would.

Something was different about these humans. One specifically. A wave of intense feelings, one she had never felt before, crashed into her. She stared at the red one, the pulse in her chest growing quicker with every second. An image of her mother and father appeared, her eyes snapping shut. Somehow, she viewed them from an outside perspective, but the harder she tried to see the intricate details of her mother’s face, the more she was only able to see herself.

When her eyes opened again, the red human was dangerously close to her and the surface of the water, suspended upside-down. She opened her mouth, almost instinctively, and sang a sea shanty, willing it to do as she instructed. She was almost certain that she was the first seiren to use her trance to keep someone from entering the sea, but the feeling sitting in her chest forced her to frantically keep it from putting itself in danger.

My heart is pierced by Cupid.

I disdain all glitter and gold.

For nothing can console me,

but my jolly sailor bold.

She stopped singing, and an idea sparked in her brain.

Do not touch the water unless you seek to be greeted with death.

She used a similar channel that her sisters communicated with, except it was a closed line between her and this strange looking human. It was in her native language, but somehow she knew he had understood. She continued the sea shanty, one that was hardly ever used. Generally, the melodies they sang were vowels, and the tune improvised. Centuries of listening to pirates and sailors had given them an archive of songs, but it was deemed insensible to use them. There was no need to use the human formed words that they had no way of understanding. Even though she did not know what she was saying, she liked the way they felt in her mouth and she progressed on.

 It reached out its hand, trying to touch her face. It was under her spell, but she stayed at a distance, not wanting his hand on her. She pulled down the clothing item covering its face, knowing that it was the least of its concerns. By the way his jaw was set, she knew he was male. Lips, nose, eyes, then-

Love.

An insurmountable force felt like a boulder had been dropped on her, a connection so deep that now, all that mattered was him. It touched every nerve in her body, from the tips of her delicate fingers to the end of her tail. She pictured the endless possibilities, their great escape, their eternal life together. With one kiss, they could hold a bond unlike any other. The kiss of a seiren was the equivalent to eternal life.

But then, despair.

Her face convulsed, and she was unable to stop the tear from rolling down her face. There was no possible way that any of that could ever happen.

For the first time in her dreadful 63 years of life, she finally forgave her mother. The intense amounts of hatred she let carry her dissipated, and another tear just about rolled down her cheek.

Just about, if it weren’t for the electric shock, and the plunge into complete darkness.

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