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siren aesthetic bgm/songs 🌊 dark mermaid music
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Me while listening to this: :))) I am a mermaid :)))
My mom: aren't you a little old for th-
Me: I AM A MERMAID :)))))))))
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Y’all remember- We fall in love with their voices, not their faces
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this playlist is so enchanting I can see why sailors would throw themselves overboard for sirens
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I swear, this comment section is like a mini-library... And I'm loving every second of it.📖🌱
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Okay, so I went from a villain, a vintage chick, a princess, a baddie, a goddess, a fairy, a witch, someone who'll start a riot and now a siren. I just- I just love it.
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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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‘where I met a sailor gay’ she talking about me 😩✊🏻
Edit: Guys I know it means happy..twas just a jest pls
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So y'all also tried to become a mermaid by looking up "totally real" mermaid spells on the internet when y'all were younger or was it just me?
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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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pov: you are a mermaid who have your heart broken by the human who you sacrifice everthing to be with him. a revenge playlist
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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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when my mom heard the daughter of the sea she starts siging it like she was a siren 😳
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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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I knew the playlist was gonna be a bop as soon as I heard My jolly sailor bold was the first song-
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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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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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playlists that I love-
siren deep sea playlists
villains playlists
high creepy melodies-
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"Melody? MELODY!"
This isn't the first time she's gone missing. Melody was always so strange, even as a little kid. None of the other village children understood her. Even I don't understand her still, and I've been her best friend for years. They don't understand me either, but there's something about Melody that just draws you in. They don't bother her like they bother me.
She's on the beach, again. Somehow, I just know that she's going to be here, every time. She's standing in the surf, waves churning around her ankles. It's better than the time she disappeared for a whole day, and then we found her washed up on the rocks. I almost died of fright. But the ocean has never scared her or hurt her like it hurts so many of us.
"MELODY!" I grab her arm, pulling her out of the water.
It's useless to call for her. She's born without hearing. They say it's because God wanted something from her family and they didn't give it. But I don't think that's true. No curse would make Melody what she is. She's something entirely else. I've never known what, but I know it exists.
She looks at me, hair drifting across her face. She's let it down again, even though she knows it'll get tangled and salty from the sea air. She's never seemed to care about that, somehow. The look on her face scares me for a second, and then it vanishes. Her eyes sharpen, she has such pretty eyes, a pale green like the sea-glass that washes up on shore sometimes. She grabs my arm tightly, staring intensely into my eyes.
"Toni... I'm going to leave one day. I have to. You understand, don't you?"
I don't. I never have understood Melody, and to this day, I think I never will. But the look on her face, so pale and unearthly and insistent, makes me only nod. Melody could make anyone do anything. All she has to do is look at you and you're under her spell.
"Of course you do..." I find myself replying, even though I don't know what she means at all.
She nods, her grip relaxing and turns to the ocean once more. She touches her fingers to her lips and waves the kiss out to the wind. Her hair swirls around her, tossed in the wind. Her skirt billows around her ankles.
I'll never forget her figure, standing there that day. Her figure, silhouetted against the harsh, grey sky, her hair stretched out towards the ocean. She looked even more like a creature who never belonged on earth. Her skin was marble white as she looked back at me, face carved into something that wasn't human. We'd always found it odd that she didn't look much like her mother...
She disappeared one day. Vanished without a trace. No note, no warning. We combed the beach for weeks. She never washed up, this time. Her mother wept, inconsolable for days. Her whole family mourned her loss, but I never could. My feet would take me down to the beach, when I thought of her. I'd stand in the water, the surf up to my ankles, staring out at the skyline. Call me insane, call me a fool... But it was always then that I swore I could hear a strain of song, so sweet and so beautiful it washed all my troubles away. Melody always had such a beautiful voice...
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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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