#thesiren

[sistahscifi]

🌊 She’s not returning to fantasy. She’s going under.

The Siren is @tomiadeyemi’s first contemporary, standalone novel, and it’s already shaking the table. A secret sisterhood where belonging comes at a cost.

If Children of Blood and Bone changed you, this one will redefine you.

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[gayrightsofthewest]

character from a book I’m writing

[ofmagicallonging]

Almost Home | Open

Plot: Fletcher was taken and has been missing for some time. He was found seriously injured and taken to a hospital. Your muse is the first person he has seen waking up.

Sugguested relationship: friend, partner, family, nurse, doctor

Open to any gender.

Fletcher didn't know how he'd managed to escape his captors bur he had. He managed to stumble himself away, ignoring the intense pain he was in. He was fighting his body the entire time but the moment he was somewhere there was crowds was when he finally stopped fighting and collapsed to the ground. He'd been rushed straight to a hospital then, even though he usually tried to avoid them at all costs. He was unconscious for a long time as they worked effortlessly to make him stable again.

Fletcher wasn't aware how long he'd been unconscious for when he finally stirred. The first thing he noticed was all the various wires in him, instantly giving him a clue on where he was. Normally, he tried to hide any vulnerability or fear he had. But right now, he was too exhausted and in too much pain to fight it. His eyes settled on the first figure he saw, not quite working out who they were in the moment. "Am I safe?" He managed out. When he didn't get an answer, he asked again. "Am I safe?" He tried to sit up, groaning in pain as hebdid and clearly struggling to do such a simple thing. "Answer me....Am I safe?... I didn't escape not to be."

[zabuuya]

capa fanfic - THE SIREN (wattpad) 

[themagiccrafter]

Waiting for my Jolly Sailor Bold 😉🖤 . I honestly have nothing to say here. I feel braindead today. Bleh. But thank you everyone for your positive response and messages about the new necklace I made. It seems as though a tutorial will be in order for that one! I may sell a few later as well... we shall see. 😅 I'm so happy that you all liked it... even though the video was taken in terrible lighting! 😆 . Speaking of videos... this Friday we have a silly Behind-the-Scenes video of the "Mermaid on Ice." The following Friday will be a new underwater video. 🖤 . I hope you're having an excellent day! Now for a question... . If you could snag one person and drag them into the water with you (NOT for dinner... for a swim), who would that person be right now? TAG THEM and then make it happen! 🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️ . #siren #sirensofinstagram #thesiren #lakemichigansiren #evilmermaids #sirenmermaid #mermaidsofinstagram #professionalmermaids #mermaids #michiganmermaids #mermaidphantom #themagiccrafter (at Traverse City, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/the_magic_crafter/p/BvfGRctnLnT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=sscxiie2ymts

[aicileffae]

The Siren

Her eyes were a clear blue, and reflected within them, I could almost see my own reflection. Her body half hidden within the water, I took a step forward to have a closer look.

Her face was pale and unblemished, rivulets of water dripping from the ends of her ginger hair and sliding down her face. It reflected the setting sun, making her glow in the fading light. She was stunning. Gorgeous. Alluring. Ethereal almost. And her crystal eyes shone with mischief and glee.

She opened her mouth. My heart thumped painfully as I saw the close up of those edges. It looked deadly, so why couldn’t I help but think that they matched her so well?

There is only so much a sailor can dream of these days. Alone on a boat, days away from the mainland with only the fish in the sea to keep you company.

Maybe that was why I was so entranced with her. I was feeling lonely and was craving for some kind of interaction with someone or something.

My hand did an unconscious half-hearted lift from my side when I saw her lowering herself further into the water. My mouth went agape in awe as a silvery voice left her throat and my eyes traveled from her teeth to settle on her slender neck. Her enchanting tune sent my eyes glazing over.

She sang of glory and love, and how there would be many an adventure waiting for me. Treasures left unfound that she could lead me to, and all the riches I could imagine. “Women,” she sang, “can only hope to find a man like you. At your feet, they would throw themselves; flattery and praise like a never-ending tune in your ears. Men of all isles would want to be you.”

She fluttered her lashes and looked away, peering into the watery depths below us, “I would want you, and so would my sisters.”

A breath hitched in my throat. I was earning my keep so I could find myself a nice lady on land to keep me company for the rest of my life. We would love each other and we would have two children who drove us up the walls.

This mysterious woman who came by sea could be the one. She wanted me. A silly fisherman trying to earn his keep through the lonely seas with a rusty boat that was minutes from falling apart.

She held her hands out, eyes shining as the last words of her melody left her pink lips, “Or you could follow me down, where the feast awaits and the glories are saved. To where we can be together.”

I felt my knees hit the side of the wooden boat. I was at the edge and her hands were so close to me. My heart was racing and I knew deep down that this was a bad idea. But this woman, she was alluring and kind. Beautiful and enticing.

She had everything that I could’ve ever want waiting for me if I just took her hand and followed her down. I took her hand and immediately, I was drawn in.

She pulled me down closer to her. I could smell the scent of fish still lingering on her breath. And somehow, I found that comforting and relaxing. She gave a toothy grin, one of hidden malice, but portrayed a woman who knew what she was doing.

Her hands were rough and scaly. Her throat, now that she was so close, seemed to have slits in them. And her hands – what once seemed to be delicate fingers, was actually webbed with nails as sharp as knives curving outwards from them.

I accepted this all. Her flaws, I told myself they were.

I allowed myself to be dragged down off my boat and into the frigid cold waters. My head went under and I allowed the water to fill my lungs.

She burrowed her face into my neck and bit down. My trance-like haze faded. And as I struggled to fight to the surface for oxygen, I caught sight of her true visage.

Ginger hair that was knotted and unruly. Flat blue-grey eyes. Dry and cracked lips. As well as those dangerous looking teeth that oozed red tendrils that curled and dissipated into the water. Her grin was malicious and bloodthirsty, and a guttural sound of what I assumed was a laugh left her lips as my last breath of oxygen was used up.

[pinkninjaarts]

[that-was-falling-with-style]

“But I have Your word to protect him, and I have accepted my fate. By now, You ought to know that I don’t disregard You ever for my own sake” -Kahlen I have been meaning to draw Kahlen ever since I read the Siren months ago. It’s a truly beautiful book and it’s so wonderfully written (well obviously, Kiera Cass wrote it) plus the cover’s gorgeous! If you haven’t already I would highly recommend you read it especially if you’re a fan of the selection, it wont let you down!