Don't Call Me Siren

Ariel Rivers || 18 || Fuck That Bitch || Kinda Sort of Blind “The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I'm sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and your cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig.” ― C. JoyBell C.

[stiles-pelekai-deactivated20140]

Thanks for the warm welcome,

…and I love flowers, but I’m not sure if these suit the color of my skin. Or my eyes. Or my face in general.

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

Shut up, you're cute.

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

Sup, Bitch?

[logan-ignites]

Well fuck you too. How hangs it?

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

Fan-fucking-tastic as per usual.

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

Sup, Bitch?

[littlefaegen]

♪ talk to me ♪

No one would see Tink as happy as she was today again, or had seen her this happy in the past. In one hand, she had a small notebook, and in the other, a small black pen. Both of which could fit in her pocket at a moments notice, and both could easily be mistaken for her own. But neither were hers. They were ‘borrowed’ from the main office’s desk. No one would notice anyways. No one knew about this plan of hers. To her, it felt like progress. Maybe she would be actually talking to people soon. The notebook was open, to a page written on. In small, compact, dark writing was My name is Tink! She was up for showing anyone who hand an eye to lend; it was half to make up for not giving so many she’d met all ready her name, and half because she wanted to make new friends. She was always up for more people to hang around with, to be familiar with.

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

Ariel had just finished her show, her hair falling around her shoulders in loose ringlets as she pulled it out of the complicated style her act required. She didn't have much to do for the next few hours, it would be a while before she had to perform again, and she didn't have anyone to catch up with, so the Siren was free to roam the circus as she pleased.

It was in doing so that caused her to come across the little blonde girl, a small notepad being waved in her face. With eyes wide, Ariel nodded her head, taking the pen to write her own note back to the girl, willing to play along with any child's game, after all as a performer it was her job to play with the children. Scrawling the few simple words My name is Ariel against the cheap paper, she handed the notebook back to the girl with a small smile.

[thegermanprince]

“Oh– ow– shit,” Edward exclaimed and stumbled back slightly as he hit his head on the top of the entrance. It was a lot of work being so tall and painful.

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

"That was really impressive, Rockstar." Ariel smirked, looking up from where she was seated just inside the entrance of the building.

[hiccupjones]

Do you wanna go get some dinner, maybe? My treat. I just wanna talk to someone, I guess. Been feeling a little lonely.

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

Yeah, I'm down. Haven't had any interaction lately so I guess I should probably get out anyway.

[alexandra-02]

[spookymorgana]

[ameliajps]

[toothless-thedragon]

...

[anotherprettyredhead-blog]

And where do you suggest we go?

[goodnightclaraxoxo]

[karengillandaily]

Hello again.

[morganlindseys]

[stevethompson-art]

[amelia-williams]

[wintercanarys]

[poisonyvi]

I have no sense of being famous - you’re just working. And then you’ll have a random day in London when you’ll do some press and it creeps into your awareness that this goes out - that what you do every day goes out to televisions right across the country. - Karen Gillan