What kind of dates do you think Smoak Siren would go on? For the ship ask game.
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Dinner and Drinks
this is already technically canon because they've been doing this in s7 but like felicity always invites laurel to these fancy ass restaurants or to a bar or just to big belly burger whenever she can. and laurel's always skeptical about why she wants to go but always does it anyways. when felicity shows up looking all pretty and dressed up sometimes laurel is caught off guard and she's like 'oh. you look. nice.'
the one time laurel tried to ask felicity out for dinner (ahem friend date) she failed miserably. anyways yes i believe they're hardcore dinner/drinks girlfriends and felicity finds the coolest food to make them try together.
2. Karaoke
hold on hold on hear me out. im definitely imagining a sort-of snowbarry situation here with a very drunk felicity dragging laurel to a karaoke place and then singing her heart out. laurel is horrified but also finds it endearing until she calls her up to sing with her.
she gives in because well, it's felicity and she surprisingly has a good voice (BECAUSE SHE'S SIREN) and she has fun for the first time in a while
(i should write this oh my god)
3. Aquarium Date!!
because i like aquariums and felicity probably does too she probably hyperfixated on sea creatures when she was younger.
she would be pointing out all the cool fish and infodumping about them while laurel is like that's a fucking cool shark right there
felicity drags laurel through all the exhibits and in the end laurel gets her a little pufferfish stuffie or something and insists she's not going soft.
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Let me begin by stating that the existance of the creature in question is not open for debate. Subject J-08 (As first observed and designated by our collegues at the Royal Netherlands Institute for Sea Research) is known to exist. Should you not find the abundance of photographic evidence and corroborated eyewitness accounts credible, I have taken the liberty of attaching a few photographs of a wrecked fishing vessel that recently washed ashore in the north of Scotland, near the Orkney Islands. I daresay the nature of the damage is unique enough to hint at something afoot here. (Note how the middle of the vessel has been crushed via massive constriction. This is the most recent of an increasing number of such wrecks in the past six months. This sudden spike in activity is worrying, but Iâll come back to that later.)
J-08 has long since been thought to be a previously unknown subspecies of leviathan, if something of an atypical one, but our most recent research has proven this assumption to be false. The DNA extracted from what we believe to be a shed section of the armor-like plating that covers J-08â˛s back and sides has proven the creature in question is not a true leviathan at all, but is in fact a vastly overgrown Nix. (The so-called âRhine River Mermaidâ. They were, you will remember, deliberately eradicated in the wild decades ago due to their propensity for pursuing human prey.) He is thought to be the last of his kind living outside of a conservation facility.
This is, as I am sure I do not need to tell you, an unexpected discovery. Until now Nix were believed not only extinct in the wild but to have been a freshwater species, though J-08 proves they were and are in fact euryhaline. Regardless, they have never been previously documented living in the open ocean, possibly due to their dependence on humans as a food source.
This is another case in which J-08 is atypical for his species. While he is known to âsingâ, his song lacks the audio-hypnotic abilities characteristic of his species. The lack of this ability to hunt traditionally is crucial and likely what drove J-08 out of the Rhine in the first place. The North Sea would have supplied a much more reliable source of food.
This also provides some insight into perhaps the most crucial question of all, namely why J-08 is so large. The previous record holder for his species measured approx. 14 meters in length, and while we have no concrete measurements for J-08, if the size of the shed armor plate is any indication he dwarfs that particular individual many times over. Theories for how J-08 has attained such a massive size vary, from simple gigantism to some sort of mutation brought about by toxic waste dumping. (ridiculous, of course; we are a scientific institute, not a comic book publisher.) Â
The answer, of course, lies in the debunking of another assumption about Nix physiology. Namely, that their maximum size is fixed regardless of environmental factors. Current evidence is showing this is likely untrue, and the probable cause of J-08â˛s enormous size is that the open ocean environment he lives in has not yet applied any limiting factors like those his predecessors would have faced in the relatively cramped environment of the Rhine. (Or, as the case may be, an aquarium.) That is to say, the Nix we are familiar with were only smaller because environmental pressures restricted their growth. J-08 presently faces no such pressures, and his size is a reflection of this.
 As I am sure you all know the North Sea is an important centre of industry, home to some of the busiest fisheries and shipping lanes in the developed world. While J-08 has been documented interacting with both oil platforms and container ships he is presently unable to do any meaningful damage to either of them. Which brings us back to the sudden spike in attacks on commercial fishing boats. I feel it is a safe assumption to make that these vessels are being ransacked primarily for their cargo. This sudden spike in predatory activity coupled with the shedding of J-08â˛s protective armor-like scales (five of varying sizes have been retrieved so far, all of which displayed no more than superficial damage) has frightening implications; J-08 may still be growing.
Morrison read the report over again as he leaned back on the jeep he was given for the mission, idly scratching the scales on one of his calves as he looked through the pictures.
Yeah. This was an interesting one.
In the past few months heâs had to deal with a lot of different creatures and hunters of creatures--but this was a bit past all those other tasks.
âHe looks out at the sparkling sea, and the people that currently swim in the shallows. Right now, it didnât even seem like the place was quote on quote âterrorizedâ but a gigantic sea serpent.
He needed a swim anyway. He hops out of the keep and jogs across the sand to the shore.
   Jack MorrisonÂ
   Human
   Fisherman / Sailor
Jack is a well seasoned sailor born and raised on the Northern East coast of America. Frequently as a child his father would be away, off somewhere in the vast oceans, catching god knows what and earning what money he could. On shore, Jackâs mother worked at the market selling catch. When Jack was twenty, his father went overboard and drowned at sea. His body was never recovered. For most of his young adult life Jack followed in his fatherâs footsteps wearily, his mother begging him day after day, not to go where she could not protect him. When Jack was twenty nine, his mother died of a heart attack, leaving him their coastline house and a small fortune in saved money. And yet, Jack took to the sea. Each day he grows more reckless and more willing to do dangerous work. He has no attachments to the land, nothing keeping him in his hometown. He lives and works for the love of the sea.Â
                                For it is all he has ever known.Â
it'd been some time since they'd spoken, several months at the very least --- keeping in touch seeming harder and harder as the years pressed on. funny, considering the old soldier had next to nothing to keep him occupied, living no GRAND life where he was always busy. those days were past him, now, though he'd rather they weren't. it made him restless at best, but he was making do.
he thought idly of how he needed to talk to gabriel more, wondering who was to blame for the radio silence between them. both parties in equal measure, jack concluded. the phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear awkwardly as he went about the task of making dinner. a meal for two, rare that it was, though one might call his company unconventional. something hauled onto his boat several days ago. not the FIRST, but the first he'd seen in that state. wounded and sick with infection ------ tossing them back into the water seemed... cruel. telling someone seemed cruel as well, but they weren't getting any better and the CONCERN of it weighed heavily in his chest. begging to be eased, leading him to confide in his old friend even if simply speaking of the creature's existence seemed a danger, but he couldn't stifle his tongue. his worries.
maybe gabriel could help.
â i've got something living in my bathtub and you get three guesses on what it is. â / @de-los-muertos
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Without another person to pilot his small fishing vessel, he had to stay awake to steer it though the rough waters. He couldnât afford to leave it still for the purpose of sleep - he knew too well what the unwatched waves could do to boats. At dawn, heâd finally hit the shores of Korea, exhaustion never truly hitting him till his feet touched the sand.Â
Needless to say, the fatigue got the better of him. Using all the energy that remained to tie his boat down, he just barely managed to drop some blankets before falling asleep on the shore. Thankfully it didnât seem to be particularly populated - only the occasional wanderer enjoying a morning walk.Â
The waves lulling him into a steady slumber, he doesnât let himself worry. Yet Yorigami, crawling out of the ocean in his shrunken form, shakes the waters away and joins him on the blankets for all of three minutes before playing in the sand. He was free of scolding - or being thrown straight back to the ocean - from his master who slept so soundly.Â
In his skittering about the sand, he doesnât notice the approaching human moving down the beach, too enthused with the waters and letting his little feet stink in wet sand.Â
Genji Shimada was born and raised in rather large city on the coast of Japan. Known for its commercialized fishing and crabbing. Closer to the beach lived a small collect of people who act as a small clan of local fishermen. Selling their catch at the local(farmers) market.
For much of his young life, Genji was not aware of his fatherâs secrets. Often keeping his son out of the dangers of fishing. Yet every day to and from the beach he carried a rather shiny item with him. When asked, Genjiâs father brushed him off. Genji left it at that, finding his time to do other things a young boy enjoyed.
At the age for thirteen, Genjiâs father passed away. On his death bed, he informed Genji as to why every day he brought the odd item with him. To find his other son. A creature of the sea, whoâs mother captured his heart but he couldnât stay living in the ocean. In short, he told Genji that he had an older half brother. A siren you lived in the sea, and every day he tired to find him. Thus asking Genji to find his mer brother and give him the object.
With his father gone, and no choice but to fish and provide for him self and his mother, Genji took to the sea. Even in thinking his late fatherâs tales had been the ramblings of dead man, Genji took the item with him. One day he was lucky enough to come across his long lost brother. A siren named Hanzo (@stormarrows).
The brothers became close friends. And on most days they greet each other. and bringing back things from their worlds to share. Along with helping each other. A few years after their father had passed, Genjiâs mother also passes when he is age sixteen. Thus leaving him only his brother. Not having to provide for anyone else, Genji questions on leaving the small fishing community in search of his own dream. But does not wish to leave his only brother, and struggles with this for years.
side note: Genji does have his tattoo, its a tradition in his fishing community to get Tattoos, the tattoos being symbols of luck, and protection when out fishing. (Genji has a dragon his is protection.)
      Born in the Atlantic ocean on the edge of Rio de Janeiro LÚcio grew up in the waters as a siren, though over time his environment was made inhabitable by the pollution that was caused by humans that were upon the land. The village that he lived with along with his parents had to eventually evacuate in order to live in more stable waters, being mostly on the move, though they still reside in the Atlantic.
      LÚcio still plays music under the water, attempting to lift the spirits of those who have lost almost all hope; hoping to bring some sort of escape, though he still attempts to send a message to his people to be able to fight against those who caused destruction unto his home.
      Studying both siren and human (where and when possible) sciences, he attempts to find a peaceful solution to his cause, though doesnât outrule the possibility that it may not feasible.
