#sirenea

[succulentsiren]

A self-contained woman remains in a lane of her own. There’s no need for her to rush, worry or compete with others. She knows that when the time is ripe, what is meant for her will come.

The Siren by SS

[vintersang]

😊🍂🍀🌈

positivity meme / currently accepting <3

😊 : a blog that always makes you smile

Cas and Kuzco from @boombambaby always makes me smile on my dash. Cas writes Kuzco so well, which means the humor on their blog never misses. No matter how long it has been, Cas will always be such a joy on my dash!!!

🍂 : someone who consistently spreads kindness

@verreprincesse is someone who spreads so much kindness, ahhhhhh. Much like her well-written Cinderella, the mun behind this blog is someone who spreads kindness wherever she goes. I may not have had the pleasure chat to Becca privately, but I still admire her kindness she has shared to me. Not only that, but I adore seeing her share kindness to everyone on her dash. It makes me want to continue spreading kindness on my own dash.

🍀 : a mutual you feel lucky to know

We do not talk as much as we should, buuuut Nini at @sirenea is someone I am incredibly lucky to know. I am so happy and always, always, always grateful she is on my dash to the end of time. <3

🌈 : a blog that always brings fun vibes

@pomniegranate immediately springs to my mind. If you spend even five minutes on their blog with Pomni, you will know what I mean. Luci is such a treat, hehe. She is also extremely kind to her mutuals, but she always brings fun vibes.

With that said, I would like to thank all of my mutual friends for being there to support Elsa and me. Even if you are not on this list, know in your heart you are still appreciated in my heart. We may not chat or write as often as I would like, but I still wish to remind all of you—new and old mutuals alike—of your importance in my heart.

Sending lots of love,

Lia

[seahymns]

#           𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂           ;           continued from here.

❝   𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍  𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺  𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾  𝗆𝖾  𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,  𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌  𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒?  alright.  suit  yourself.  i’ll  spend  the  day  with  the  seagulls.  we’re  gonna  have  the  best  time,   ❞   the  blue-eyed  artist  muses  playfully,  watching  ariel’s  flaming  locks  disappear  beneath  the  surface.  part  of  him  suspects  some  sort  of  payback  must  be  coming  his  way,  even  encourages  it  as  he  could  never  grow  tired  of  their  silly,  good-natured  banters,  and  still,  he  lets  his  guard  down.  he  closes  his  eyes  and  continues  to  bask  in  the  late  morning  sun,  the  heels  of  his  bare  feet  planted  on  the  wooden  boards  of  the  dock  just  past  the  end  of  his  beach  towel,  his  linen  pants  rolled  up,  shirt  unbuttoned.  he  doesn’t  see  the  wave  coming.  when  he  hears  the  sound  of  her  tail  colliding  with  the  surface,  it’s  already  too  late  for  him  to  react.  all  he  can  do  is  let  out  a  shriek  when  cold  water  crashes  over  his  head,  leaving  him  drenched  from  head  to  toe.  pale  blue  eyes  fluttering  open  almost  immediately  as  the  blonde  jolts  to  his  feet,  pushing  his  wet  bangs  out  of  his  forehead.   ❝   oh,  yeah,  good  morning  to  you,  too!   ❞   he  calls  out,  trying  to  sound  serious  but  failing.  there’s  laughter  in  his  voice,  the  corners  of  his  eyes  crinkling  even  as  he  holds  up  his  hands  in  a  gesture  of  surrender.  a  shiver  races  down  his  spine,  wet  clothes  clinging  to  his  skin,  but  it’s  so  warm  that  he  doesn’t  even  mind.  it’s  refreshing,  and  no  big  deal  —  he’ll  be  dry  in  less  than  half  an  hour.   ❝   thanks  for  the  shower,  wanna  scrub  my  back  or  brush  my  teeth  while  you’re  at  it?   ❞   he  jokingly  inquires,  taking  another  step  closer  to  the  edge.  he  sits  down,  letting  his  feet  dangle,  ankles  submerged  in  the  cool  water,  but  won’t  dive  in,  not  today,  not  any  time  soon.  and  although,  @sirenea’s  presence  alone  gives  him  the  courage  to  try  and  face  this  irrational  fear  of  the  ocean,  his  worries  are  always  there,  in  the  back  of  his  head,  keeping  him  from  joining  her  in  the  water.

❝   i  see.  fathers  and  daughters…  the  never-ending  story,  hm?   ❞   he  nods  his  head  to  show  the  other  that  he  hears  her,  his  heart  going  out  to  her.  his  own  father  was  strict  in  a  way,  but  triton  seems  to  be  a  whole  different  story.  sometimes  jack  thinks  the  older  man  might  be  too  hard  on  his  daughter,  expects  too  much  of  her.   ❝   we  can  forget  it,  sure,  or  we  can  talk  about  it  if  you’d  like.  it’s  up  to  you.  you  know  i’m  here  for  you  if  you  want  to  vent,  right?   ❞   his  features  soften  and  he  leans  slightly  forward,  offering  one  of  his  hands  to  the  princess.  his  fingertips  still  covered  in  charcoal.   ❝   i’ve  been  working  on  something,  yeah,   ❞   he  admits,  a  hint  of  shyness  in  his  voice.  it  still  amazes  him  that  she’s  so  genuinely  interested  in  his  works.  he  glances  instinctively  over  his  shoulder  to  where  his  sketchbook  is  tucked  neatly  under  a  pile  of  seashells  that  he’d  gathered  on  his  walk  here,  pieces  of  charcoal  scattered  nearby.   ❝   would  you  like  to  see?   ❞   he  offers,  his  lips  curling  into  a  sweet  smile.

[guidingkey]

" hey, ariel! " he's quick to close the distance between them, eager to catch up with the princess. it's been two years, after all. he wonders what new things have gone on in ariel's world -- and with ariel, herself! -- in his absence. " sebastian told me i could find you here! "

﹒⟢ ﹒𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 —〈 @sirenea . 〉

[greathonor]

an unprompted, semi-plotted starter for @sirenea <3

accepting a minister's role had been as much work as mulan expected and more; having won the war against shan yu, she assumed that there was little else for her to do than resume her life in her family home as the ever dutiful daughter and attend the occasional meeting with other ministers in the courts over diplomatic affairs that she could scarcely make heads and tails of; after all, what would a war hero know? she saved china with a sword, not a pen. now, she was halfway across the world in foreign waters, homesick in a bed she couldn't find herself growing comfortable in and grinning and bearing through company whose customs that were like night and day compared to her own. they would be blind to not see her discomfort, if not for the cordiality that she mustered in their faces. as soon as she had a moment alone, mulan sat before her chamber's vanity and drew in a deep breath to collect herself.

she could surely handle diplomatic trips to establish goodwill to far off neighbors. the girl in the mirror could do it. that's just who she was : someone that could. if she made it this far, then certainly it was meant to be.

as she sighed, she heard a knock at her door and she turned to the sound. "One moment!" she called out. Brushing down her hair from where it stuck out, she set the brush back down on the vanity and approached the door, smiling politely.

Ariel.

"Oh. Good evening, your highness..." Mulan bowed her head in greeting. "Is everything alright?"

[jasperlion]

@sireneia​ replied to your post

fun lil training exercises: just have each of us run to a different corner of the continent and duke it out while alm’s not looking–

things that happen when you leave for five minutes, smh

you come back and all your friends spread through the continent looking like this

[sireneas]

🌴☀️ S I R E N E A S ☀️🌴

[succulentsiren]

The Mirror🪞

Why are Sirens always checking their reflections in the mirror?

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Sirens pride themselves in their appearance but the mirror is also a deeper symbol for self awareness.

When you gaze into the mirror, you are faced with your reflection and the truth of who you are. Mirrors are tools that allow us to see our true selves, but it is always up to us, whether or not to accept what is there, flaws and all or reject it.

When leaning your Siren song this is the first step, because you must be able to look in the mirror and love what you see, flaws and all.

Aphrodite, The Goddess of love, holds up a mirror to represent the unconditional self love she has for herself. Self love is required in order to become the best version of yourself. Aphrodite adores all that she is, without negative self judgements.

Your Siren appeal isn't based solely on how beautiful you appear to others or how talented you are. It's actually not necessary to be super talented or beautiful at all. Creating an hypnotic Siren Song, is all about your ability to bring out your best qualities unapologetically to create an alluring and hypnotic effect.