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Date of upload: Feb 19, 2021 ^^
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Ok. Instead of writing a POV I'm gonna tell you something to do while listening to this. (Headphones recommended)
Sit in a cold or room temp bath with the water barely up to you waist and imagine it. The soft movement of the waves. The sound of the sirens (you and/or others) reflecting off the water. It's amazing
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She wasn't a monster. Legends said she caused shipwrecks and tragedies. While that was true, she only was cruel to those who deserved it. Those pirates irritated her tremendously. With their 'take what we want' attitude. They caused more havoc than she, yet the bad light shone on her none the less. In reality, her people were kind and peaceful. They helped the lost souls and punished the wicked. Often, men, women, and children would come to the water with their despairs and hurt. They would come lonely and afraid. She would invite them into her home. Allowing them to breath under the salty water with a kiss, marking them with her trust and love. She would take them into the deep and they would talk to her. After their stories are heard, they go back up to the surface, never to tell anyone of what happened. Lest they die, for the kiss remains only if they are true and refuse to tell anyone of her, for the surface dwellers are wicked, and will come and hunt her kind for their beautiful scales. She didn't get many people to talk to, unlike the rest of her kind. For she was different. Umiko, was her name and she was not as beautiful as the rest of her kind. She shared the pale blue complexion of her people, but it was not as glowing and vibrant as she was born with a strange skin condition. Her hair was also a curly, short, white crown, that sat like a bird's nest on her head. She wears a white crop-top with flowing off-the-shoulder sleeves, that billow in the breeze, and follow behind her when she moves. Eyes and tail navy as the ocean's cold water at midnight. A child of only 16 years. Yet, siblings came to her. Orphans. Abandoned by their birth parents. A boy of age 12 and his sister of 6. They came to the water all the time. The girl, who went by the name of Iris, thought she was the most beautiful creature ever to exist. And her brother, who goes by the name Mars, liked that his sister was brought joy by this mysterious being. They never ceased to show up. The little girl facing the terrible sickness of cancer, and the doctors aren't sure how long she'll make it. Her brother just wanting her to have the best childhood as possible, and confides in Umiko with his concerns. Umiko likes having their company and is very fond of the both of them. In a way she was like an older sister to them. It's only unfortunate, that they couldn't be real sirens, as when they leave the girl of the ocean, she is lonely and cold. A slave to watching the rest of the children's kind ruin her home.
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POV: Icy saltwater churns against my face as my flowing tears fall to join the sea. My tail cuts through the waves in powerful strokes and I desperately fight against the raging current, my seashell studded dagger pressed to my chest.
Not long ago, I had dreams of a beautiful future, a life with my lover under the stars. Today, that changed forever.
He was a sailor, with cerulean eyes that shone even brighter than the moon. Those eyes were filled with amazement and wonder the day we met, taking me in as he locked my gaze. He had anchored his ship with a sudden force that sent sea spray lapping against the rocks upon which I was siting. Fear had surged through me as he stepped off, and my fingers froze, halfway through braiding pearls in my hair. I had never met anyone like him before, anyone brave enough to approach a siren. My whole life I had been taught to weave enchanting stories through song, to lure men into quiet madness before they could reveal the hidden truths of our world. It was the only way to remain safe, unthreatened. But something about him was different, strangely comforting. So I never sang, and we just sat there, talking as we watched the sunset.
I trusted him with my life, my love, and everything I had. He betrayed me.
He sought to exploit us, expose us. He spun tales about mermaids to wealthy merchants, promising business in the healing powers of our blood and lockets made from our scales. Now we are hunted, no longer an old legend. And I have to be the one to set things right. I will sing until my voice breaks and my lips bleed raw. I will fight to protect my family. I will put my blade through his heart. Never again will I trust.
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You know how with other playlists that are like for ur inner fairy, ghost, spirit ppl who listen to say 'oh this is my element, im in my element' this is what is it like to me. Actually mermaid and siren souled people are surprisingly little and mermaids are really boiled down to just a pretty childhood phase or pretty vibrant colors and not someone feeling at home and being themselves. It sounds dumb, like im protecting and asking for "mermaid rights" but thats just how i feel
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"All mythical creatures never existed." At least, that' what is says in the history books.
They did, their forms lost. But their blood passed to few.
Those who enjoy the forest unusually more than others. Those who run a little faster than average. Those who can hold their breaths a little longer. Then those, like me, whose voice is a little sweeter, more honey-like than humanly possible.
That's the truth. But, it's possible, for few. For those like me.
I smiled into the ocean, and took a deep breath, possibly my last, and jumped into the water.
I didn't want to open my eyes, yet I forced myself to. I realized, I didn't need to hold my breath.
Sure, I didn't have a tail, and the sirens look down upon me for it, but I did have one thing they didn't have:
A target, and a reason to drown this god forsaken sailor.
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I thought this one would creep me out but instead it has left me with an unbearable sense of longing for the ocean. I was born near the foothills of the Himalayas, miles and miles away from the sea. Yet I love the beach so much, we used to go by the ocean every year, before 2020. Now I'm stuck here, and times are so difficult for everyone, but this playlist just stirred up that dormant longing for the water.
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This is you daily reminder that originally, sirens in greek mythology were lady-birds cursed by Demeter to live in an island with no possibility of going anywhere until a ship could sail past without wrecking. Cursed with their magnificent voices, which caused sailors to loose any sanity and thought that wasnt about hearing more of the beautiful sound, sailing directly into the rocks, they were destined to be exiled forever. Many translators of the Odissey have changed the extract of the book in which Odysseus' ship sails past their island, to describe them as more sensual and with "Honey like voices that pour from their lips", instead of beautiful songs from their mouths; this to appeal more to the modern era, in which the imagery of sirens got mixed with that of mermaids, who appear in anglo-saxon folklore as the beautiful ladies with tails of fish.
But in the original myths, it is said that the reason why the voices of the sirens were so alluring, besides their magnificent sound, was because they knew everything that there is to happen, and they lured humans in to share the incredible weight that knowledge caused them.
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“Captain!! *CAPTAIN*”
A ringing slap across my right ear had me sprawling to the deck of my cabin, disoriented and in a dream-like haze. Coming back to reality, I saw the door to my quarters being locked and barred by Rusti, shaking like the last leaf clinging to a tree branch the eve of the Autumn Equinox. A staunch barrel of candle-wax readily being pried open by the now anxious looking Chen Brothers, both of whom were muttering back and forth in erratic bits of Chinese, sounding either like a short prayer or a long talk with a god I didn’t know of. Marlene Pendergast, our Yardie sniper, was wearing soundproof headphones and polishing her blunderbuss with a solemn glower in her eyes. Atlas Macintosh, our Scot galley cook and resident blithering storyteller, remained silent as the grave; a sure sign we were in peril, as nothing in the world other than the odd splash of rum would silence Mac before now.
We all knew the risks sailing out this far in the Grecian waters.
We just didn’t want to believe in fairy stories. Mermaids, sea ghouls, devil fish of the Deep Blue.. they didn’t exist.
If that was true, then what was harmonizing outside our port and starboard windows as we drifted through a long, dark night of unease and terror?
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Deadly lullaby- by me
Do not stray far from the sea
For all you need is here
We lure you closer and closer my dear
Farther and deeper you come near
Take the steps into the tune
Sink into the gentle hum
To which we know you’re not immune
To your senses you’ve become numb
Into the water we pull you close
The song within us relentless
Down in darkness where nothing shows
The smell of your blood now scent less
Fall deeper and deeper we sing your song
In the depths of the ocean you lie
The billowing water is where you belong
While we sing a deadly lullaby
In memory of those who chose the sea
Your grave reads up on land
But here and now you lie carefree
Deep down on the sand
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@yuecubed
3 years ago
【full timestamps】 🌊 [00:00] 1: my jolly sailor bold (ashley serena) 🌊 [04:24] 2: daughter of the sea (sharm) 🌊 [08:44] 3: sirens (fleurie) 🌊 [13:10] 4: deep end (ruelle) 🌊 [18:10] 5: black sea (natasha blume) 🌊 [22:23] 6: bottom of the deep blue sea (missio) 🌊 [26:17] 7: under the water (aurora) 🌊 [30:41] 8: come little children (erutan) 🌊 [33:37] 9: song of the sea (lisa hannigan) 🌊 [36:20] 10: song of the sirens
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