#“There’s no quiet in the ocean 🌊 deep.”

[techie-waterwitch]

[wolverigrl]

The Red Carpet Confession

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

A/N: Here's another try! Please let me know in the comments if you liked it and if you'd like to have a part two? :)

Summary: Hugh and y/n are rumored to be a couple and the two are figuring out their relationship.

The movie that the next parts are about is fictitious. It's a Marvel movie in which y/n plays one of the main roles as a Lady Deadpool variant.

Time period around 2015. Hugh's divorce fictitiously occurred here a year earlier. Hugh is 46, and y/n is in her late 20s.

Warnings: literally none, only some light fluff but nothing more!

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The energy at the movie premiere was electric—the buzz of the crowd, the flashing lights, and the excitement in the air. Hugh’s hand rested comfortably on the small of my back as we made our way down the red carpet. Every now and then, I found myself leaning into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort that came so naturally between us. I glanced up at him, admiring the familiar crinkles around his eyes when he smiled and those laugh lines I adored so much.

We had come a long way since our first meeting at one of Ryan’s infamous dinner parties, where Blake introduced me to Hugh. Some months later I found out that my ex fiancé cheated on me. That night was a turning point for me. Blake, always the caring friend, had rallied Ryan and Hugh to come over with takeout and wine, determined to cheer me up. The four of us spent the evening in my living room, talking, laughing, and simply being there for each other.

Hugh had been a quiet comfort, sitting beside me as I cried, his arm around my shoulders. At one point, Ryan insisted on taking a selfie—our eyes a little red but smiles plastered on our faces. We posted it with the caption:

>>vancityreynolds: Friends who stick by you, no matter what ❤️<<

It was a moment that solidified our friendship, and from there, Hugh and I only grew closer.

Over time, our bond deepened. We started working out together, pushing each other to new limits. One day after an intense session, we snapped a photo—both of us sweaty, grinning, and flexing our biceps. I couldn’t resist adding a cheeky caption:

>>y/n instagram: Who needs a gym partner when you’ve got The Wolverine pushing you?<<

The post went viral, and the fans went wild. The comments were full of playful speculation, with people shipping us hard.

>>loganskittycat: You two should just get married already😩<<

One fan wrote, while another cheekily commented:

>>carllax03: Are we sure this is just a workout partnership? Because I’m seeing serious couple vibes here🔥<<

I remember laughing about it with Hugh, but the truth was, there was something between us—something neither of us had fully acknowledged.

Things got even more intense after Hugh's separation. I made sure to be there for him, offering whatever support I could. We spent a lot of time together during that period, just talking, laughing, and working out our frustrations at the gym. He was hurting, and I wanted to be the friend he could lean on. But every time we were together, those buried feelings would start to bubble up again, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore them.

There was that one time I posted a photo of us at the beach in Australia, where I had visited Hugh some days after he told me of his seperation. We were walking along the shore, deep in conversation about the breakup, his children, life and relationships, when the paparazzi caught us.

The next day, the headlines were full of speculation, but what really made the fans go crazy was Hugh's comment under a selfie of us at the beach:

>>thehughjackman: The best view in Australia, and I'm not talking about the ocean 🌊<<

The internet literally exploded with fans shipping us even harder than before.

>>catpool3000: Okay, if you two don't date, the universe is seriously broken😩<<

>>marvelboyx: He's flirting right in front of us! This is not a drill guys!<<

I found these fan comments so amusing and laughed it off, but the truth was, Hugh had become someone I couldn’t imagine my life without.

As we continued posing for photos on the red carpet, I couldn't help but remember the time we ran into a group of fans during another walk, this time back in New York.

Hugh and I had been grabbing coffee when a few fans approached us asking for photos. Hugh was, of course, his usual charming self, chatting with them, making them laugh, and posing for selfies.

One of the fans turned to me, a little shy, and said: "You're so awesome, y/n. You and Hugh are just the best! Your energy is amazing."

I smiled, touched by her words. "Thank you, sweetheart, that means a lot. Hugh makes it easy, though. He's got the charm down to an art."

Later, those fans posted the selfies on social media, gushing about how kind and down-to-earth we both were. The most comments were full of love and support, with many noting how natural Hugh and I seemed together, how much they 'shipped' us. It was sweet, even if it was a little overwhelming.

The speculation about us had been growing for months, especially after that interview with Jimmy Fallon, where Ryan and I were guests. We were there to promote the new movie, and naturally, the conversation turned to the camaraderie on set.

Jimmy Fallon, ever the curious host, leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, y/n, what was it like joining such a big, well-established cast for the first time? Did you find it easy to get along with everyone?"

I nodded, smiling at the memory of my first days on set. "Honestly, I was a bit nervous at first. I mean, these guys are legends." I said, gesturing to Ryan.

"But they made me feel so welcome right from the start. It felt like I was joining a big. slightly dysfunctional, but very loving family."

Jimmy grinned. "And was there anyone you got particularly close to? I mean, everyone's shipping you with Hugh Jackman after those workout posts."

I chuckled, trying to keep my cool. "I mean, Hugh and I did spend a lot of time together. We bonded over our love for fitness, and he's just such an easy person to get along with. But really, the whole cast was amazing."

Fallon wasn't done yet. He leaned in closer, his tone playful. "But come on, Y/N, who was your favorite on set? Who was the person you looked forward to working with the most?"

Before I could answer, Ryan leaned over, placing his hand dramatically on his chest. "Oh, come on, Jimmy, we all know I'm her favorite," he said with a mock pout. Then, as if sharing a secret, he turned to him, cupping his hand around his mouth like he was about to whisper.

"But between us, it's the Aussie. It's always the Aussie."

The audience burst into laughter, and I playfully shoved Ryan's shoulder.

"You wish!" I said, unable to keep a straight face.

Ryan shot me a wink. "Hey, you don't have to deny it, y/n. We all know how much you love Hugh's, uhh workout routine."

I rolled my eyes, laughing along with the audience. But deep down, Ryan's joke hit a little too close to home. Because as much as I tried to brush it off, there was a growing part of me that knew he was right.

Now, as we walked the red carpet together, another interviewer caught up with us, asking the question we'd been dodging all night. "Hugh, y/n. The internet is buzzing with rumors about your relationship. Care to set the record straight?"

My heart skipped a beat. I glanced at Hugh, and he met my gaze with that familiar, playful glint in his eye. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing, as he spoke into the mic,

"We've certainly spent a lot of time, and we do get along really well."

Hugh and I exchanged a quick look, a silent understanding passing between us.

"We've had some pretty intense workouts together." I couldn't resist adding.

The double meaning wasn't lost on the interviewer or on Hugh, who shot me an amused look.

The interviewer pressed on. "So, is it safe to say you're more than just friends?"

Hugh grinned, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief. "I think we'll leave that up to your imagination."

The reporter laughed, realizing we weren't going to give a straight answer. "Fair enough. But you two certainly know how to keep us all guessing."

We thanked him shortly after, said our quick goodbyes, and moved along the red carpet to the next interview.

Another reporter greeted us, smiling, and started right with the conversation.

"Y/n? Hugh, you two have been quite the talk of the town with your workout posts. Can you tell us a little more about your training and diets while preparing for the movie?"

Hugh grinned and nudged me playfully. "Y/n here is a beast in the gym. She's got more discipline than anyone I know, and she doesn't let me slack off."

I laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Hugh's being modest. He's the one who keeps me on my toes. It's hard not to be motivated when you've got The Wolverine next to you, pushing you to do just one more set.

The interviewer chuckled before shifting the conversation to a more private topic.

"And y/n, with your costume being so form-fitting, what kind of uhh.. support did you have underneath?”

The question caught me off guard, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Before I could respond, though, Hugh stepped in, his expression turning serious.

"I think that’s enough for this interview. Thank you for your time." he said, his tone polite but firm, effectively ending the conversation.

The reporter looked taken aback but quickly recovered, thanking us for our time before moving on. As we walked away, I felt a surge of gratitude for Hugh’s quick intervention. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his chest, leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

"Thank you."

He smiled down at me, his eyes softening as he replied.

"Anytime, darling. Anytime."

As the last flashes of the cameras faded and the final questions from reporters dwindled, Hugh and I finally stepped off the red carpet. The air was buzzing with the excitement of the night, but it was the thought of the after-show party that truly had me giddy. Hugh could sense my anticipation and chuckled, his arm still comfortably wrapped around my waist as we made our way to the venue.

Inside, the party was already in full swing. The room was filled with a dazzling array of celebrities, all mingling and celebrating the movie. My eyes widened as I spotted a few of my own favorite celebrities across the room, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. Hugh noticed my reaction and gave me a teasing smile.

"Someone’s excited." he said. His voice was warm with amusement.

I laughed, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

"Can you blame me? This is like a dream come true! There are so many people here I’ve admired for years."

Hugh shook his head, his eyes crinkling with that familiar, affectionate smile. "It’s adorable seeing you like this, y/n. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself."

We made our way further into the party, the music and chatter surrounding us. It didn’t take long before we spotted Ryan and Blake, who waved us over from a corner where they were chatting with a few other familiar faces.

As we joined them, Blake greeted us with a warm hug.

"You two were fantastic out there." she said, beaming. "How many relationship questions did you get?"

Ryan grinned, leaning in with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, did they finally get you to confess?"

I exchanged a quick glance with Hugh before we both laughed. "Oh, you know, we kept them guessing." I said, shrugging lightly. "It’s more fun that way."

Hugh nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "We might have let a few things slip here and there, just to keep them on their toes."

Blake raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You two really enjoy this, don’t you?"

"Maybe a little." I admitted with a grin, feeling a little mischievous. "But in the end, it’s our story to tell—or not."

Ryan lifted his glass, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, here’s to keeping the world guessing, then. And to the best workout partners in the business."

We all clinked our glasses together, the sound of crystal ringing out as we toasted to the night and everything that had led us to this moment. The conversation flowed easily, with laughter and banter filling the space between us. As I stood there, surrounded by friends who had become like family, I felt a deep sense of contentment.

As the night wore on, we mingled with other guests, and I let my inner fangirl come out to play, much to Hugh’s amusement. He watched with a fond smile as I excitedly chatted with some of my favorite stars, his laughter echoing in my ears when I returned to his side, gushing about the conversations I’d just had.

Blake nudged him playfully, a knowing look in her eyes. "You’ve got your hands full with this one, Hugh."

Hugh just laughed, looking over to me, while I was talking to Ryan. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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[truevedicastrology]

Your Emotional Superpower 🌙

Your Moon sign reveals your inner world, emotional needs, and instinctive reactions. Discover your lunar superpower

♈ Aries Moon:

Lightning-fast emotional processing ⚡

Courageous in facing feelings 🦸‍♀️

Passion that ignites inspiration 🔥

Emotional honesty and directness 🎯

Resilience that bounces back quickly 🦘

Enthusiasm that lifts others 🎈

Instinctive leadership in crises 🚀

♉ Taurus Moon:

Emotional steadiness like a mountain 🏔️

Comfort-seeking nature 🛋️

Deep appreciation for beauty 🌹

Patience that weathers any storm ⛈️

Loyalty that lasts a lifetime 🤝

Grounding presence for others 🌳

Ability to find joy in simple pleasures 🍓

♊ Gemini Moon:

Emotional flexibility and adaptability 🦎

Quick-witted responses to feelings 🧠

Curiosity about emotional experiences 🔍

Skill in articulating complex emotions 🗣️

Youthful spirit that uplifts 🎈

Ability to see multiple perspectives 👀

Emotional intelligence and communication 📞

♋ Cancer Moon:

Intuitive understanding of others 🔮

Nurturing nature that comforts all 🤗

Deep emotional memory 📚

Protective instincts for loved ones 🛡️

Ability to create a sense of home anywhere 🏡

Empathy that heals wounds 🩹

Emotional depth like the ocean 🌊

♌ Leo Moon:

Warmth that brightens any room ☀️

Generous heart full of love ❤️

Dramatic expression of feelings 🎭

Natural ability to uplift others 🎉

Confidence in emotional authenticity 💪

Loyalty that stands the test of time 👑

Creativity in emotional expression 🎨

♍ Virgo Moon:

Analytical approach to emotions 🔬

Ability to find practical solutions to feelings 🛠️

Attention to emotional details others miss 🔍

Desire to be of service when others are down 🤲

Skill in emotional problem-solving 🧩

Modest but deep feelings 🌱

Perfectionism in emotional care 💯

♎ Libra Moon:

Diplomatic handling of emotional conflicts ⚖️

Charm that soothes ruffled feelings 💫

Desire for emotional harmony 🕊️

Ability to see all sides of an emotional issue 👁️

Natural mediator in disputes 🤝

Appreciation for emotional aesthetics 🎭

Romantic approach to life and love 💖

♏ Scorpio Moon:

Emotional intensity that transforms 🦋

Ability to dive deep into feelings 🏊‍♀️

Intuitive understanding of hidden emotions 🕵️‍♀️

Passionate approach to emotional life ❤️‍🔥

Resilience through emotional extremes 💪

Loyalty that borders on possessiveness 🔒

Power to emotionally renew and rebuild 🏗️

♐ Sagittarius Moon:

Optimism that brightens dark moods 🌞

Philosophical approach to emotions 🧘‍♀️

Adventurous spirit in emotional exploration 🗺️

Honest expression of feelings 📣

Ability to find humor in emotional situations 😂

Freedom-loving emotional nature 🦅

Inspiring enthusiasm for life's journey 🚀

♑ Capricorn Moon:

Emotional self-control and maturity 🧘‍♂️

Responsible approach to feelings 📊

Ability to stay calm in emotional storms ⛈️

Determination to overcome emotional challenges 🏔️

Practical wisdom in handling emotions 🦉

Long-term emotional planning 🗓️

Quiet strength that others rely on �oak

♒ Aquarius Moon:

Unique and unconventional emotional style 🦄

Ability to detach and analyze feelings 🔬

Humanitarian approach to emotions 🌍

Innovative solutions to emotional problems 💡

Friendship-oriented emotional needs 👥

Open-mindedness to new emotional experiences 🌈

Visionary emotional intelligence 🔮

♓ Pisces Moon:

Boundless empathy and compassion 🌊

Intuitive understanding of others' feelings 🐬

Artistic expression of emotions 🎨

Ability to emotionally merge with surroundings 🌌

Dreamy and imaginative emotional life 💭

Spiritual approach to feelings 🕯️

Healing presence for others' emotional pain 🌿

[mountainsandmayhem]

🌊 Beach Babe 🌊

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: There’s no summary, this is just you and Marcus having a hot one night stand on the beach. It’s all corn, no plot

Content Warning: oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, praise kink (duh, have we met?), dirty talk

AN: This is my entry for the beautiful @mermaidgirl30’s Ocean Challenge. She is usually my beta but I wanted to surprise her so this is not beta read or proof read really, but it’s not like the internet is forever or anything haha. Dividers by @saradika-graphics. Friendly reminder that I’m no longer doing a tag list, please follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates for updates 🙂

“You can do it, baby. Yeah. Fuck, just relax your throat.” His voice is a heady whisper. You squeeze the meat of his upper thigh like he showed you and he pulls you off of him. Salvia and pre cum falling onto your tits, the triangle cups of your wet swimsuit are tucked underneath them, holding them high for the stranger that just had his dick pressing against the back of your throat.

His thumb reaches down and swipes across your swollen bottom lip. “Good girl,” he praises. “Let me know when you're ready for more.”

You haven’t even caught your breath yet and you’re already nodding your head, you’re not above begging if that’s what he wants. “More. Now. Please, I want more.”

His hands tangle back into your hair, he looks around the sand dunes and tall grasses that keep you somewhat protected to ensure you don’t have any visitors before he thrusts roughly into your mouth. You hold back a gag, closing your eyes and trying to breathe through your nose.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he whines softly when you push your tongue past your bottom lip to swipe your tongue along his balls. He yanks you off him and you gasp out, sucking in the cool salty air of the ocean just behind you.

“Fuck me,” you coo, pulling at the baby pink drawstrings that are holding up your bottoms. They fall to the soft sand with a wet smacking sound. His eyes fall to the apex of your thighs and he licks his lips hungrily.

“Get on all fours, now.” You smile at the rough commanding tone, spin your ass towards him and get on your hands and knees. He lets out a groan as you arch your back enticingly.

When Pike was assigned a new trainee in California he wasn’t overly thrilled about it. He had finally settled in DC after what he’d been through the last time he was in this state. However, ego aside, he was the best in the country at this job, and the training would only take a few weeks. The guy he was training had an impressive resume, he was probably more educated on art than Pike himself. He didn’t want to think about that now though, he’ll meet him tomorrow. Right now he wants to focus on this insatiable ball of need that was pushing her pert little ass out at him. He’s not sure what came over him when he saw you sitting in the sand, but he knew he would be fucking you before he left, and with the beach pretty much deserted as the sun started to set he made his move.

“I’m Elle,” you had said as you shook his hand, biting your bottom lip.

It wasn’t long after he said his name was Marcus that the two of you were ducking between the dunes and grass and he had his swollen cock rammed down your throat.

He lowers himself to the sand, tracing a thick finger through your folds, spreading your wetness. He swirls your clit and you cry out in pleasure, “Gotta be quiet for me, sweet girl.”

You nod and hum in agreement as he slips two fingers deep inside you. To stay quiet you focus on your breathing. Short, laboured breaths in and out, in and out. He twists his wrist to be palm down, watching the way your tiny pink entrance sucks at his fingers, the way your juices squeeze out, and then he curls his fingers forward and every nerve in your body tingles. Marcus has never had an issue finding that spot before.

You gasp, the salty air burning your lungs as you try to keep your noises to nothing but hushed whimpers. “Good girl. Stay quiet. That’s it.”

He picks up the pace, pushing and pushing on that spongy spot inside you before bringing his free hand around, his middle finger easily finding your swollen clit. Your arms buckle at the pleasure of it all, landing on your elbows, opening yourself up to him more. You bite the skin of your forearm as the pleasure starts to reach its peak.

“Come on, you can do it. I can feel how close you are. Squeezing my fingers so tight. Let go, baby, let go.”

Just as you start to come he pulls his fingers out and slams his rock hard cock inside of you. The welcome stretch has you coming harder than you ever have before, back arched like you’re in some sort of tantric yoga pose. His cock is so buried so deep that you can feel it pressing into your cervix. He doesn’t stop the tight circles of your clit as you clench around him tightly, body twitching and legs shaking at the feel of him.

You thought you were just going to have a relaxing evening on the beach, a nice way to celebrate the promotion you recently received at work. Truthfully, what better way to celebrate than being fucked into oblivion by a handsome stranger.

As your orgasm begins to morph into overstimulation you release you teeth from your forearm, deep red and purple marks left behind. You voice comes out breathy and you almost don’t recognize it as your own, “Fuck me now. Just fuck me. Please.”

“Not gonna last long,” he says as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts hard back into you.

“I don’t care, just fucking give it to me, Marcus.” His hands grip your hips tightly as he repeats the same motion. Pulling out torturously slow, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein of his heavy cock, before he slams back in.

“Ready?” He hums, his hips pressed firmly to your ass.

“Yesss,” you whisper.

He starts to really fuck you. Its fast and hard and with every thrust you can feel his dick swelling bigger. He bruises the walls of your slick pussy with the pace he’s setting, all while whispering praises about how good you are and how well you're taking him. “Should see how much this little pussy loves being stretched. She’s crying for me, baby.”

“Cum all over my back. I wanna feel it.” You moan.

“Fuckfuck - oh god, such a good girl for me.” He pulls out roughly, strings of your arousal and his pre cum keeping you connected temporarily before he grips his cock and pumps into his fist.

You look over your shoulder to watch him. He looks wrecked, his outgrown hair all messy, eyebrows fused together as he looks at your ass with glazed over eyes. With a shuddering breath he comes, coating your ass and back in warm white ropes of cum. He sits back on his heels and admires his painting. Smirking to himself he says, “Look like a work of art, baby.”

After a few calming breaths he grabs your swimsuit bottoms and wipes off his cum. “Stay here,” he says, slipping his red swimsuit back on and after a careful look around he jogs over the sand dune. You stay there, almost fully naked with your ass in the air waiting for him.

Marcus rinses the cum off your bottoms in the ocean and then jogs back to you. He helps you up and watches you put your swimsuit back on. As you grab your cover up from your bag he says, “Well, that was fun. Unexpected, but fun.”

“I agree,” you say, feeling your cheeks warm.

“I’m - umm, well I’m just visiting for a few weeks but if you wanted to see each other -“

You cut him off, “You don’t have to do that. It’s really ok if this was just a one time thing.”

He nods.

You grab your stuff and after you two smile at each other sweetly you turn to start to walk back to your condo.

“Elle,” he calls after you. You stop and turn to face him. “What if I don’t want this to be a one time thing?”

You laugh and shake your head. You call back, “Then you better be at the beach tomorrow around eight.”

When you wake in the morning you can still feel the dull ache of Marcus all over your body. The back of your throat, in between your thighs, the bite mark on your arm and the small bruises on your hips. He’s still everywhere and you relish in it.

You start your new job today, so after finding a long sleeve blouse to cover your teeth marks, and doing your best to look both professional and serious you head to your new office building.

You trace your fingers over the nameplate on your door. They’ve used your full name and you’ll have to ask them to update that to Elle, people always assume things when they see your full name.

You put your bag down and log into your computer just as you hear a soothing, deep and friendly voice travel down the hallway.

“Good morning. I’m looking for Elliot Hall. I’m supposed to be training him for the next few weeks.” Your spine stiffens. You know that voice.

No way. There’s no way.

The receptionist giggles, “Elliot is a female. Her office is second door on the right. She just got in.”

His shoes click on the hardwood of the hallway, each step closer has your heart racing. There’s a quiet knock on your open door and when you look up you lock eyes with Marcus.

[gisele0127]

beach with rin itoshi! ˖°🌊🎐𓇼⋆🦪₊

Early Morning Walks: You both love to start your day with a quiet, peaceful walk along the beach as the sun rises, enjoying the serene beauty of the ocean and the soft morning light.

Building Sandcastles: One of your favorite activities is building elaborate sandcastles together, complete with intricate designs and tunnels. It's a fun, creative way to spend time, and you always end up laughing and getting a bit competitive about whose side looks better.

Beach Volleyball: You often join or start impromptu beach volleyball games. It’s a great way to stay active, meet new people, and show off your playful competitive streak.

Picnic Dates: You prepare a special beach picnic with your favorite snacks and fresh fruits. You spread out a big blanket, enjoying the food and each other's company with the sound of waves in the background.

Swimming and Surfing: You both love the water and take turns teaching each other new skills, whether it's improving your swimming techniques or catching the perfect wave on a surfboard.

Collecting Shells: You enjoy walking along the shoreline, looking for unique and beautiful shells. It’s a calming activity, and you love comparing your finds and sometimes turning them into little keepsakes or crafts.

Reading Together: You both bring your favorite books and find a cozy spot under an umbrella, enjoying the sound of the waves as you immerse yourselves in your stories. Sometimes, you read aloud to each other.

Sunset Watching: You make it a point to never miss a sunset. Holding hands, you watch the sky change colors, feeling a deep sense of connection and gratitude for these shared moments.

[killedpink]

이 펠릭스 | cloud nine.

🎧 masterlist !?

🌀 synopsis: to wind down after an eventful day at the beach, you and felix share a smoke underneath the moonlight and watch the waves collide as the world goes by. one turns into two until you're both giggling and so insatiably horny for the other that you fuck just a few feet away from the ocean.

📖 word count: 4.8K

🌊 contains: unestablished relationship, smoking, drug use, shotgunning (trading smoke via kissing), high sex, beach sex, hair pulling, spit kink, slight handjob, fingering, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex, cum consumption.

in the entirety of your memories, you could not recall a single one where you felt the way you did in this moment. the salty, clear ocean air in your lungs, the moonlight on your face, the warm temperature making everything just right. there was an edge of anticipation inside of you, eagerly awaiting felix to finish rolling up, watching as his hands were directly in front of you, his arms pressed snugly on top of yours.

you felt the soft vibration of his bare chest as he hummed along to the song playing, slow paced and dreamlike. you leaned into him, watching intently as his head peeked into your vision, his wet tongue quickly licking the thin paper to make them stick. "open." he mumbled, two fingers holding onto the stick, tapping the thinner end to your lips. they parted slightly, and felix sat it between your lips, his hand groping the sand beneath him to find the lighter. once he found it, he held the flame to the end. automatically, you inhaled, the scent of the smoke quickly overcoming your senses, washing out the scent of salt water that lingered in the atmosphere around you. felix's fingers were still holding onto the joint, taking it away from your mouth, urging you to exhale, slowly breathing the smoke out of your mouth, in wispy clouds and quickly dispersing in the air.

"that feel good, love?" felix asked, pressing a kiss to your hair and wrapping both his arms around your shoulders, his skin still damp from the ocean. his voice was low, both quiet and deep, only serving to give you goosebumps as you felt every rumble of his chest, every swallow of his throat and the unsubtle caressing of your legs. you turned your head to see him properly, watching as he lifted the joint to his plump, sharply carved lips with his index and middle finger, both of which were decorated in rings that glistened ever so slightly in the night sky; as if the silver metal was whispering it's secrets to you through the pale moonlight.

the sound of the flame being coaxed further down the joint was just barely audible to your ears, the crackling sounds emitting from felix's lips. you took it back, twisting even further to reach felix, your lips sliding over his, enveloping his top lip into your warm mouth, following his lead as he opened his mouth, exhaling the smoke into your own mouth, tasting so deliciously sweet on your tongue, burning down your throat and making your mind so addictingly fuzzy. the scent clings to felix's dirty blond hair, still dripping with water onto his shoulders and forehead, water catching in his ear piercings.

even without properly exhaling, the smoke still escaped from between the both of you, expanding around you like fog and pulling you even further into felix, your chest flush against his, the only thing between you being your swimsuit, wet and clinging to your skin like it needed your lungs to forget how to breathe — although they did that in felix's presence regardless if your swimsuit was clutching at your skin or not. your hands wrap around his shoulders, pads of your fingers ghosting over his muscles, tracing his collarbones and spine, shimmying closer to him, the sand beneath you lifting off of the earth and onto your wet skin.

taking a puff, you held the joint to your lips, facing the open sea, appearing black without the sunlight illuminating its waters, constantly swaying with the tides, flecks of sea breeze catching in your hair that swayed in the wind. you brought it to felix's lips, holding the joint for him and being rewarded with a groan of content leaving his lips, lazy and dragged on, doing nothing to help the electric in your veins from dispersing. instead, you giggled at the noise, leaving a slight smoke trail as you leaned down into felix, nibbling at his neck and resting your head on the juncture where his shoulder met his neck. you could somehow still smell his cologne on his skin, citrus and spice and cinnamon on his body. you let your teeth graze his golden skin, hearing him gasp each time you caught on a sensitive spot like his adam's apple, or the base of his neck. he held what was left of the joint in his mouth, your hand descending onto his clothed cock, your palm cupping him through his wet briefs from the swim prior, feeling him harden under your merciful, eager touch.

"you're killing me, angel," felix hissed, his cock twitching as your fingers circled his dripping head, his hips bucking to chase your touch, urging you to touch him more. you hear the bass in his moans from his husky voice, you feel the way his head slowly tilts back, his throat and jaw on display for you to mark with kisses and bites, all the while your open palm fondles and gropes his weeping, heavy cock that caused his briefs to tent up from his erection, the wet material clinging to his cock and almost making the silhouette decipherable. you could never forget his cock, either way. he was beautifully thick, his head a blushed pink at all times, his length impressive enough to see genuine stars when he pushes into you all the way to his hilt.

you straddled felix, fully intending to ride him, gratefully taking the last puff of the joint before the stub was extinguished in the sand. now unoccupied, felix busies his hands with the string of your bikini, making quick work of the knot he tied, his hands gravitating towards every inch of your sea claimed body. his palms travelled up your spine, rounding out and groping your bare, damp breasts, smearing slightly coarse sand onto your skin, just barely noticeable thanks to the cool metal of his rings, following the dip of your waist and the swell of your hips devotedly, resting comfortably onto your ass, palming the flesh into his hands and kneading it. your wet lips trailed even wetter kisses over his chest, taking note of the few freckles that stained his chest, your ears trained to catch every sweet, grin inducing groan felix let emit from his mouth, his pillowy lips almost always parting to let the sound amplify, contesting against the crashing waves of the shore a few feet away.

he tucked a leg between yours, expertly adjusting his weight to tip you over onto the sand, pulling your legs from out under you as he hovered above you. paired with your already spacey mind, it took you a lot longer than usual to adjust to the new position. "oh, fuck you," you grinned, your hands cupping his cheeks as he grinned right back, his nose scrunched, eyes shut and pink lips curved into a smile, accentuating the shadow on his sharp cupid's bow. you both simultaneously met each other as you leaned in to kiss, your bottom lip caught between his teeth, smoke on his breath (and probably yours, too), his damp blond hair brushing against your forehead, his tongue hot against yours, his warm spit just barely leaking into your mouth. his arms caged you in, the curve of his bicep muscles on both sides of your head, giving you a perfect view of his toned, golden body.

you moved not unlike the waves next to you, swaying into each other despite neither of you standing, leaning into each other's bodies and rolling your hips, felix rolling his head — his neck on display, colliding into each other so extremely that the air was knocked out of your lungs, breathless and gasping for oxygen. felix gripped you hungrily, drowning into your touch as if you weaved a heaven of love with your smoke tender mouth, solely made for him to get lost in. and lose himself, he did.

the devotion felix dedicated to you was present in the kiss, tasting raw on his tongue, smearing your lips and mouth with his hunger. everything was warm, and inviting, the sounds of the sea drowning out and sounding so far away from you as if you were floating, as if felix stripped you of your humanity and set you free with an endearing kiss against your lips. his hands explored your body, palms of his sand embedded hands sweetly caressing your bare legs, sensing the way your heart sped up under your skin, tip of his nose nuzzling into your throat, feeling his trembling eyelashes on your damp skin as he blinked slowly. your hand fell to the ground beneath you, trying to find a rolled joint felix made just a few minutes prior.

"light?" you muttered, still trapped beneath him. you watched intently as felix sits up, lighting it for you and staring at your lips, taking note of the way they held the other end of the joint, your chest lazily rising as you inhaled a breath of smoke into your lungs. you let him take it from you, the same way you let him kiss you. felix kissed you so deeply you forgot whose air you were breathing, stealing the smoke from your mouth and cradling it into his mouth, his teeth catching your bottom lip and biting down roughly, licking where he bit with his tongue, tasting the smoke and lip balm mingling on your lips as he did so.

felix's knee caught your cunt, rubbing it against your sex when he heard you gasp upon the impact. his name slipped from your mouth, a warning, "if you do this i don't think i'll be able to stop myself," you said into his mouth, painfully aware it's not just you and he in the world, as much as you'd love for that to be the case right now. "then don't." he whispered, his voice similar to the smoke he inhaled, fleeting and making your head fuzzy with nothing but more of it in mind. he broke the kiss, lips ghosting against the shell of your ear, giving you access to kiss and suck the curve of his neck as if you were coaxing sweetness from his damp, tanned skin.

"just enjoy it, love. you don't have to do anything," his voice was in your ear, purring such sweet promises in your ear that your eyes closed slowly, relaxed and at peace. felix's voice always did interesting things to you — it curved your back and parted your lips and pulled thin, pining sighs from your throat. it made you feel at peace and it worked you up at the same time, seemingly always having the ability to make your legs repel each other and reveal your sex in many different states, but always remaining so needy. his accent was a killer, too, making the words he chooses sound so unique even if it was a simple 'hello'. many times, his voice made you want to suffocate your lips on his and eat his noises whole, because if they sound delicious, and made you feel delicious, they must taste ravishing.

you watched as felix's hands undid the knot on his drawstrings, your own hands coming into view as you helped him paw them off of his waist, your fingers feeling the contours of his muscles and pelvis and delectable hips and his waist. fuck, you needed him. bad. his cock, his gorgeous cock, sprung out from his briefs, slapping his abdomen and smearing precum on his skin, pulled into a thin, semi-transparent cable as his cock sank back down to hang heavy and wantonly where it normally would. you gratefully inhaled on the joint as felix held it to your lips, his other hand busy stroking his length, accompanied by your own, groping and spreading wetness onto his cock as if it was an art; because to you, it was.

the open night sky watched felix unwind into your touch, his head tilting back and his with a lick of the moon on his damp, blond and charmingly messy hair, his hips slowly rutted into your hand, having to use the other to properly please him the way he deserved, his own hand rendered useless and therefore abandoned his spoiled, leaking cock. you wanted to commit the sight to memory, you wanted to take photos of the scene unfolding before you and have the same emotions stir within you when you looked back at them with fondness. the sand beneath you stirred when you moved, your calves folded in on the backs of your thighs as you sat.

felix's lips tasted like smoke, and you kissed him like the breath in his mouth was yours, and you desperately needed it to continue living. a fast wave hit the beach's shore, slamming into the sand and just barely catching on your legs, the cold water startling you, icy on your bare feet and burning cold on your skin, freezing your veins in comparison to felix's warm, sun-devoured body. your lips parted, felix's hands on your face, caressing the apples of your cheeks as you dopily smiled at him, your heart fluttering when his eyes creased into crescent moons and his dark, obsidian-like eyes darkened under his wet, golden blond bangs. your hands left his cock, holding his wrists with your fingers brushing against his seashell bracelet, caressing his tanned skin as felix's intoxicating tongue dips into your intoxicated mouth.

the kiss broke apart again, "i need you," your lips mumbled against his, slightly chapped and endearingly swollen. you needed him in more ways you could ever convey, you needed his touch and his taste and his scent and his voice and his laugh and his smile all in one, all at once and all the time. "you have me." felix spoke like it was a prayer, serious and yielding and tender mouthed. his dark eyes were shining with the glitter of a promise, his long black lashes blinking slow and kissing the swells of his freckled cheeks. "you have me, too." you said, as if you were sacrificing yourself to him. you knew you could trust him with yourself — you knew felix would never bring you harm. you were sure of it. if a war erupted on the shore where you lay, you were certain it would be a paradise in your eyes; as long as he were there to make it seem so. the night was raging, a murky black sky making every touch seem unfathomably more tender and intense, the velvety sea caressed the wet sand, unfolding onto the land in rippled patterns and white foam.

you let felix untie the knotted strings of the bottom half of your bikini, his warm touch stripping you of clothes, as well as stripping you to the bone, free from influence and responsibility and worries. in his touch, you just were. you tasted when you and he kissed, each sweet, smoke-raw press to your lips only lifting you further between worlds, lost in the perfection and romance that was his touch. felix slipped them off of you, his eyes running up every curve and dip and fold of your body, admiring the beauty laid bare before him, his finger experimentally tracing your slit. your breath hitched, heart caught in your throat. felix watched you, observantly taking note of your eyes widening and your chest trembling as you took in a shaky, harsh breath in through your nose, despite your lips being parted.

it couldn't be helped that your thighs shook and your hips chased his touch, torn asunder by felix's worshipping hands as you sobbed out his name — hungry for his love and somehow even hungrier for his touch. slowly, as if he were timid, felix's fingers stroke the soft, wet flesh of your sex, spreading the slick over your slit with his fingers, circling your puffy, sex-engorged clit, using his other hand to take a drag on the joint, until it was nothing but the stub where your lips had stained it with your sheer, barely pigmented lip balm. felix made you feel so alive; as if you could be anyone under his touch. felix always wanted you to be you. the raw, unfiltered you, who didn't apologise or worry about how others perceived you. he loved the you who lived with purpose and without remorse, and in return, you loved him even harder.

and to prove that, you were prepared to follow him wherever he decides to go. you did: you followed felix to the beach in the near pitch black, you followed him to the unloved shore where he lay, watching the sea crumble in on itself and retire, only to do it all over again. you let the sky full of stars watch as he kissed you, and you let yourself fall into his arms when he held you.

your hands grounded yourself on his shoulders, using felix to anchor your swaying body as your orgasm approached you. it didn't take much, thanks to his skill and the smoke in your system making you so relaxed, and so warm it was hard to be in a bad mood. you're almost afraid of the intensity of your orgasm, your cunt dripping and spilling milky white cum onto the palm of felix's hand, the sky appearing brighter before you, your eyes squeezing shut as your body clenched around nothing.

felix leaned back, weight on his forearms and elbows as he watched you straddle him, your thighs wrapped around his and your hands flat on the sand, helping you balance your weight as you sank down on his cock. you watched felix's pink, plump lips part, his brows furrowing as he watched his cock disappear into your drooling cunt with a half-lidded, lustrous gaze. his size was intense — you felt your sex stretch to accommodate him, the impressive girth making your mind hazy, feeling his cock head knock the air out of your smoke filled lungs. you felt him in your chest, in your abdomen and in your head, all the while he unravelled in front of you, in a blurry daze from the tight, almost violently velvety feeling of your cunt squeezing onto him until he swelled and twitched inside of you.

his skin was warm, much like yours, and the mixed sweat from your bodies made you feel as if you were melting together. felix sat up, his hair tickling your jaw, his lips on your neck, his fingers tenderly brushed the dip of your spine, rounding out around the swell of your hips and holding onto you for dear life. he left dips in your flesh from the intensity that he was holding onto you: as if you were passing smoke that could dissipate at any second. as your body lowered further into felix's waiting lap you could feel his cock breaking you open, splitting you perfectly in half. the backs of your thighs melted onto the tops of felix's, his inescapable heat rising into your body. his rounded, swollen head pressed into the deepest part of you, grazing against your cervix, blurring the lines of your separate sexes, sending you into the purest form of bliss imaginable; one that no amount of sex, drugs, or alcohol could even vaguely replace.

your fingers curled around the muscle of his shoulders, the sand sticking to his clammy, tanned skin. the ends of his dirty blond hair brushed against the backs of your fingers, as he pulled you closer to him using the grip on your hips. he guided you to move on his length, your hips finding a slow, shaky pace as your body trembled around him. your throat started to ache, raw from the smoke and your moans, loud and unashamed as there was no-one to hear them except felix. usually, your surroundings would fade out of your head, but this time, you felt everything. you could hear the waves, the sea sensing the spirit you fucked felix with and matching it, slow and loud and hungry as it mirrored the passion that rolled off of your bodies. you felt every grain of sand around you, you felt the way felix's chest shook as he took in a shaky breath, his eyes slowly closing as his mouth hung open in an euphoric haze, similar to your own. his hands tightened around you, his rings no longer cold, but warm on your equally as warm skin, practically glowing erotically.

the citrus, and spicy scent of felix's golden skin settled perfectly into your senses, the ocean rising and conquering the sands like the pulses of your hearts, your bodies made anew. felix's smooth head, leaking precum that flooded your cunt, caught on that delicate spot within you, your hips bucking and your hips stilling, thighs tensing and tears quickly swelling in your bloodshot eyes. his lips brushed against your throat, gliding up your soft skin and kissing you with teeth and tongue and so much hunger that it made you shiver, raking your nails up and down his back like a cat. you're sure he felt your shaky exhale, and the way your back arched further into his torso; you felt his mouth smirk, pleased by your reaction, nudging his nose into the column of your throat as he sucked tender bruises into the vulnerable flesh of your sternum. it was a truly awkward position to have a bite — and felix was well aware of that fact. maybe that's why he chose that area to begin with.

felix pushed you down onto the sand, hovering above you with his cock still sheathed inside of your cunt. your legs quickly wrapped around him, your fingernails digging into his skin as you felt him hit you entirely differently from this new angle. he trembled against your body, automatically rocking his hips against yours, his pelvis aligned with yours so perfectly that you're certain your body would never stop craving a touch this intimate — especially because it was felix who touched you in such a way.

you felt ravaged. where you once were hollow, you were now impossibly full: filled with felix's cock and his kisses and his second hand smoke. his scent was all over you, invading your senses and filling your chest with such a strong fondness that you're worried it can never be replaced. felix could feel your cunt around him, tensing and swallowing every inch of his cock. your hands were urgently wrapping around him, fisting his dirty blond hair and hooking into his shoulders, enveloping his upper body into your chest as if you'd blink and he'd be gone. despite the darkness of the night sky, nothing could be dark when you were around felix; he shone so brightly that you feared that you would drown in the sunlight he emitted.

he became chocked with tenderness, his cadence shifting from steady to erratic, his voice lower and yet he still managed to whine, his hips stilling and instead burrowing inside of your cunt with so much vehemence that it felt as if you had been struck by lightning. a cruel, powerful force of thunder tearing itself from the sky and slamming into your unsuspecting body so intensely that your muscles seize up, your throat suddenly raw from the unfiltered cry that strikes itself from your body. it was intense, it was warming, it was dizzying and it was so intimate. felix let you cling onto him, he let you sob into the smoke fogged air with your eyes closed and your lips parted, and he let your cunt squeeze him and wildly suffocate his cock.

you're not sure who orgasmed first — neither of you were. it seemed you shared one together, melting into one and blending your bodies as if you had seen each other as missing pieces of the other, and by the intimacy you were welded into one. you didn't realise felix had kissed you until he pulled away, your hands having to push him into you so you could kiss him properly, your swollen and slightly chapped lips gliding over each others, his mouth warm and inviting and so gentle it made your heart swell.

with just as much care, if not more, felix pulled his cock out of your sex, swollen and raw from his brutal energy, his brown eyes so dilated that they looked black, his lust-ridden gaze watching as your cunt drooled out your orgasms, starting to leak onto the sand and puddle below you. it was overwhelming, and it was so intense that you felt your tears streak down your cheeks, your chest heaving as you sobbed out felix's name, while simultaneously trying to catch your breath. felix watches you: entranced by your every whimper and quiver of your body, a gentle smile on his plump lips as pride overcomes him.

once he's sure you're coming back down to earth, he caresses your sides and kisses both your cheeks. "you feeling alright?" he whispered against your skin, quiet and still managing to sound sultry. you do lag behind, needing a moment to nod your head and hum a 'yes'. "can i clean you up, angel?" felix brushes the backs of his fingers against your skin, his angular knuckles somehow soft on your sensitive flesh. you bite onto your bottom lip, trying to contain your laugh. "yes, lix." you answer, breathlessly laughing as you watch his cheeks flush an even redder pink, tips of his ears practically glowing with heat.

he's not shy enough to resist fucking you until you're sobbing, but asking to give you oral sex is where he draws the profanity line. that makes sense.

his plump lips sweetly kiss your puffy cunt, thumbs on both sides of your slit to part your sex, giving him full access. you're sensitive and swollen and you're sure felix is aware of that fact, as his lips ghost over your warm skin and you feel him smirk when he hears you sigh out his name, and you swear you can taste the stars when his name is caught in your mouth. your cunt gleamed in the dim light, before obscured by felix blocking it from your sex, shielding you from the sky as his eyes focus on your chest, frantically rising and falling as you anticipate where he will touch you next. with soft, feline lips, he kisses your clit, tender and trying to touch all of you at once — as if he were trying to stamp you with his touch. you're sure his kisses stain your skin; they leave warm, tingly, marks on your cunt that are so full of love you feel it pour out of him and onto you.

felix's wet, hot tongue glides up your slit, collecting the cum that's spilled out of your cunt and painted your sex in your shared essence. the flat of his tongue is soft, and his touch is delicate enough that it doesn't overwhelm you nor burn your skin. it's content, it's gentle and it makes you smile at his carefulness — he's sweet enough that it leaves your body tingling, with goosebumps on your soft skin. you let out a soft, dragged out moan, as you feel him softly suck onto your swollen clit, puffed up with your arousal and slick enough to let felix's tongue slip around it, just enough so you're inhaling shakily and your hands curl around the crown of his head, winding his soft, blond hair around your fingers.

he rises up from in between your shaking legs, your sex cleaned and coated in his spit. "wanna taste," you mutter, eyes never leaving his as you slowly lean into him. his hand cups your cheek, the other holding onto your chin as your lips part, waiting for felix to deposit the concoction into your mouth. it's warm, and salty and thick; and the flavours are intensified when felix's tongue brushes against your own, ensuring the taste is truly spread into your mouth. you feel him groan into the kiss, erotic and so unfiltered that your hands fall from his hair and wrap around his neck, pulling him into you.

spit connects your mouths when you break the kiss, your lips parting and your lungs heaving for a breath. the ocean air quickly remedies it, clean and so pure that it almost coaxes you to sleep, with the help of exhaustion settling into your bodies. you figure your small campsite isn't too far away for you to walk on your own, only a few feet up into the forest that you're sure if you turn your head to face it that you'd see it almost instantly. felix's hands find the small of your back, your head nestled into the crook of his neck as he sways you from side to side.

"i've got you, don't worry, okay? just rest, love." he mumbles, his voice so soft you barely hear it. but, you do: and it's the last thing you hear before you're lulled to sleep.

[i-amyou]

Hey<3

If I may, I just want to say a few things–>

The moment you simply quiet down, put that device far away, and allow yourself to feel just the vastness, the emptiness of it all, to wake yourself up from this dream you were never lost in in the first place, is just so liberating. I cannot explain it any other way than being able to breathe, not breathe, but breathe, for the first time in never. It's acknowledging that yes, you were simply toying with the empty shapes and forms called life and you, you acted it all out so brilliantly, convinced thousands of nonexistent people in the crowd, even though all was empty, similar to a castle made out of sand, which would disappear the second a strong gust of wind blows against the fragile construct. And do you know what I think is the most beautiful of all things I mentioned here? That there's so much of nothing, that you can bask in. That.. you're truly free. :)

Also that is precisely why I decided to write all these excessive words and those weird analogies. Haha. Well I still really love your blog, it feels like the serenity of waves washing ashore and the strays of sun kissing all that it finds in the early morning hours. So I hope you have a nice day–well I know you do, because you're me, remember?

-🌊

Okay...this is one of the most beautiful asks I've ever read. Oh god, so poetic. You are so well versed and you put everything in words so beautifully. I-

I dont know what to say. Thankyou so much for sharing my Love, I appreciate you so much. I hope you're having an amazing experience too, well I know you do. Because I am you, right? I love you, sending you calmness of deep oceans and love of a thousand bright suns💙🌊

[grey-sorcery]

[Title]: The Elements: Water

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🌊 Introduction 🌊

Water, one of the most versatile and commonplace elements, holds varying degrees of significance across various spiritual, mystical, and esoteric practices. Often associated with purification, reflection, and the subconscious, water's symbolic and practical applications are manifold. By understanding water's multifaceted nature, practitioners can harness its power more effectively, enriching their spiritual and magical practices. Most correspondences in this article are informed by non-colonial practices (Wicca, ‘Ceremonial Magick’, etc.) unless otherwise stated. I may also include some of my personal correspondences.

⛈️ Correspondences ☔️

Direction:

Water is typically associated with the west, symbolizing the end of the day and the sun’s descent. This direction represents introspection, reflection, and the subconscious. The west embodies the emotional and intuitive aspects of life, encouraging deep contemplation and the exploration of inner wisdom. I, personally, associate water with the North. 

Season:

The season linked to water is typically winter or spring. Winter symbolizes a period of rest, reflection, and inner growth. This time encourages stillness and introspection, mirroring the quiet, dormant phase in nature's cycle where life slows down and renews itself. While spring is associated with fertility, renewal, and abundance. This time encourages a desire for new experiences and adventures and feelings of hope and optimism.

Time of day:

The time of day associated with water is twilight, the period between sunset and night. This liminal time embodies mystery and the blending of day and night, mirroring the fluid and transitional nature of water. Twilight invites introspection, relaxation, and the exploration of dreams and intuition.

Astrological sign:

Water corresponds to the astrological signs of Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces. These signs are known for their emotional depth, sensitivity, and intuition. Cancer nurtures and protects, Scorpio transforms and heals, and Pisces dreams and connects to the spiritual, all embodying the fluid and adaptive qualities of water.

Planets:

The planets associated with water are the Moon and Neptune. The Moon governs emotions, intuition, and cycles, reflecting water’s nurturing and reflective nature. Neptune symbolizes dreams, illusions, and the subconscious, emphasizing water’s connection to the unseen and the mystical aspects of existence.

Tarot:

In the Tarot, water is linked to the suit of Cups. This suit deals with emotions, relationships, and intuition. Cups cards explore the depth of human feelings, creativity, and the subconscious, resonating with water’s ability to flow, adapt, and reflect the inner world of emotions and dreams. This is based on the Rider Waite style of deck, which stems from colonial practices (Golden Dawn).

Elementals:

The elemental spirits of water are undines, also known as water nymphs or mermaids. These beings are said to inhabit and preside over bodies of water, such as rivers, lakes, and oceans. Undines represent the fluid, emotional, and transformative nature of water, embodying its nurturing and purifying qualities.

Colors:

The colors associated with water are blue and silver. Blue represents calmness, depth, and tranquility, reflecting water’s soothing and introspective qualities. Silver symbolizes the reflective and mystical aspects of water, akin to the moonlight dancing on the surface of a lake, highlighting water’s connection to the subconscious and intuition.

Crystals:

Crystals linked to water include aquamarine, moonstone, and amethyst. Aquamarine embodies clarity and calming energy, akin to the serene ocean. Moonstone enhances intuition and emotional balance, reflecting the lunar connection. Amethyst promotes spiritual awareness and inner peace, resonating with water’s introspective and purifying nature.

Herbs:

Herbs associated with water include chamomile, aloe vera, and lemon balm. Chamomile soothes and calms, mirroring water’s nurturing aspect. Aloe vera heals and hydrates, reflecting water’s restorative qualities. Lemon balm uplifts and comforts, embodying water’s ability to cleanse and rejuvenate the spirit and emotions. While not necessarily an herb, I often associate water with copal resin, as its smoke is not only cleansing but also transitionary. 

Trees:

Willow, birch, and elder are trees linked to water. The willow, with its affinity for moist environments, symbolizes intuition and emotional resilience. Birch represents renewal and purification, reflecting water’s cleansing nature. Elder is associated with protection and healing, resonating with water’s nurturing and transformative properties.

Animals:

Water-associated animals include crabs, fish, frogs, and swans. Crabs are associated with the moon and tides, symbolizing cycles, protection, and emotions. Fish are directly linked to water and are symbols of fluidity, adaptability, and the flow of emotions. Frogs represent transformation and renewal, akin to water’s purifying qualities. Swans embody grace and beauty, mirroring water’s serene and reflective nature.

Deities:

Deities linked to water include Poseidon, Yemaya, and Tlaloc. Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea, embodies the power and depth of the ocean. Yemaya, the Yoruba goddess, represents nurturing and protection. Tlaloc, the Aztec rain god, embodies water’s life-giving and sustaining qualities.

Mythical creatures:

Mythical creatures associated with water include mermaids, kelpies, and nixies. Mermaids embody the mysterious and seductive qualities of water. Kelpies, water spirits from Scottish folklore, symbolize transformation and the untamed nature of water. Nixies, Germanic water sprites, reflect the enchanting and elusive aspects of water.

Metals:

Silver and mercury are metals linked to water. Silver represents the reflective and mystical qualities of water, akin to moonlight on water’s surface. Mercury, with its liquid form, symbolizes adaptability and fluidity, reflecting water’s ability to change states and flow effortlessly through different environments.

Symbols:

Symbols associated with water include the crescent moon, waves, and the chalice. The crescent moon reflects water’s connection to the lunar cycles and emotions. Waves symbolize water’s dynamic and ever-changing nature. The chalice represents the receptive and nurturing qualities of water, embodying emotional and spiritual nourishment.

Body parts:

Body parts linked to water include the kidneys, bladder, and reproductive organs. The kidneys and bladder regulate fluid balance and purification in the body, reflecting water’s cleansing nature. The reproductive organs symbolize creation and nurturing, mirroring water’s life-giving and sustaining properties.

Senses:

The sense associated with water is taste. Taste connects to the element of water through the experience of savoring and appreciating flavors. This sense reflects water’s ability to blend and enhance, bringing out the essence of what it touches, much like the way water interacts with and transforms other elements. This association also stems from the idea of tasting sweet waters (fresh water), or the quenching of thirst.

Emotions:

Emotions linked to water include empathy, intuition, and sorrow. Water’s fluid nature symbolizes the flow and depth of human feelings, encouraging emotional expression and connection. This element fosters understanding and sensitivity, promoting healing and the nurturing of relationships through emotional attunement and care. Water, especially deep bodies like oceans, lakes, and rivers, is frequently associated with deep sorrows.

Personality traits:

Personality traits associated with water include sensitivity, adaptability, and intuition. Individuals influenced by water are often empathetic and attuned to their emotions and the feelings of others. They possess a deep sense of intuition and adaptability, able to navigate life’s changes with grace and emotional intelligence.

Musical notes and instruments:

The musical notes and instruments linked to water include the note D and instruments like the harp, piano, and flute. The note D resonates with water’s calming and soothing qualities. The harp and piano evoke flowing melodies, while the flute’s airy tones reflect water’s fluid and gentle nature. (Based on western scales)

Incense and essential oils:

Incense and essential oils associated with water include sandalwood, jasmine, and eucalyptus. Sandalwood promotes relaxation and grounding, mirroring water’s calming effect. Jasmine enhances intuition and emotional balance, reflecting water’s nurturing qualities. Eucalyptus purifies and refreshes, embodying water’s cleansing and revitalizing nature. Sandalwood: Avoid during pregnancy; may cause skin irritation. Jasmine: Use sparingly during pregnancy; can be a strong allergen. Eucalyptus: Not for children under 10; avoid ingesting; can cause respiratory issues if overused.

Tarot spreads:

The "Celtic Cross" tarot spread is often associated with water due to its comprehensive exploration of emotional and subconscious themes. This spread delves deeply into the querent's current situation, challenges, subconscious influences, and potential outcomes, reflecting the fluid and intuitive nature of water. This is based on the Rider Waite style of deck, which stems from colonial practices (Golden Dawn).

Runes:

Runes associated with water include Laguz and Perthro. Laguz represents the flow of water, intuition, and the subconscious, emphasizing fluidity and adaptability. Perthro symbolizes mystery, chance, and hidden knowledge, reflecting water’s connection to the unknown and the depths of the human psyche.

Ceremonies:

Ceremonies linked to water include purification rites, blessing rituals, and emotional healing practices. These ceremonies often involve the use of water to cleanse and renew, symbolizing emotional release and spiritual rebirth. They encourage introspection, forgiveness, and the restoration of emotional balance and harmony. Specifically, full moon ceremonies are most connected with elemental water, though these tend to be ceremonies reserved for women and effeminate practitioners traditionally.

🌦️🌤️☀️

It is crucial to acknowledge that while correspondences for water have been widely explored and established, there exist individual variations in these associations. The significance and personal resonance of specific correspondences may vary from person to person, influenced by cultural backgrounds, personal experiences, and spiritual beliefs. It is essential to embrace and honor these variations, allowing individuals to connect with the correspondences that align most authentically with their own spiritual practices and intentions. It is perfectly acceptable to create your own correspondences. There is no need to rigidly conform to preexisting ones unless working within a specific cultural context.

🫧 Common Practices 🌕

💧 Baptism

History and Background:

Baptism is a sacrament in Christianity, symbolizing purification and initiation into the faith. Its origins can be traced back to Jewish ritual washing and purification practices, such as the mikvah, which involved immersion in water to achieve spiritual cleanliness. John the Baptist, a prominent figure in the New Testament, is credited with popularizing baptism as a means of repentance and preparation for the coming of the Messiah. Jesus himself was baptized by John, setting a precedent for his followers.

Practice:

In baptism, water serves as the primary element of purification and transformation. The ritual can be performed in several ways: full immersion, where the person is completely submerged in water; affusion, where water is poured over the head; or aspersion, where water is sprinkled on the individual. The specific method often depends on the denomination and local customs.

During the ceremony, the officiant typically recites a blessing and the Trinitarian formula, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." The act of baptism signifies the washing away of sin, spiritual rebirth, and the individual's entry into the Christian community. In many traditions, it is also seen as a covenant with God and a commitment to live according to Christian teachings.

💧 Lustration

History and Background:

Lustration, derived from the Latin word "lustratio," meaning purification, was a significant ritual in ancient Greek and Roman religious practices. It aimed to cleanse individuals, communities, or objects of any impurities, especially before engaging in important religious or civic activities. Lustration ceremonies were often performed before sacrifices, military campaigns, or significant state functions to ensure divine favor and protection.

Practice:

The lustration ritual typically involved washing with water, but could also include the sprinkling of water mixed with other purifying substances such as salt, herbs, or ashes. In some instances, entire communities participated in the ritual, where they were sprinkled with water by priests or religious officials.

Water in lustration symbolizes physical and spiritual cleanliness, renewal, and the removal of any negative influences. The practice underscores the belief in the transformative power of water to sanctify and protect, ensuring that those who underwent lustration were pure and fit to participate in sacred or significant activities.

💧 Ablution

History and Background:

Ablution, from the Latin "ablutio" meaning "a washing away," is a ritual purification found in various religious traditions, with a prominent role in Islam. In Islam, ablution is divided into two types: wudu, a minor purification required before prayers, and ghusl, a major purification for more significant states of impurity.

Practice:

Wudu involves washing the hands, mouth, nostrils, face, arms, head, and feet with water in a specific order. It is performed before the five daily prayers to ensure that the worshiper is in a state of physical and spiritual purity. The steps are methodical and include intentions and supplications, emphasizing mindfulness and the sacredness of the act.

Ghusl is a full-body ritual washing required in cases of major impurities, such as after sexual activity, menstruation, or childbirth. It involves washing the entire body thoroughly with water, symbolizing a complete purification and renewal.

In both wudu and ghusl, water is central to the process, representing purification, cleanliness, and the removal of impurities. These practices highlight the importance of water in maintaining spiritual hygiene and readiness for worship.

💧 Yemaya Festival*

History and Background:

The Yemaya Festival is celebrated in various Afro-Caribbean religions, such as Santeria*, Candomblé*, and Yoruba traditional religion*. Yemaya, also known as Yemoja, is the Orisha of the sea, motherhood, and fertility. She is revered as the mother of all Orishas and is often depicted as a nurturing and protective figure, embodying the life-giving and sustaining qualities of water.

Practice:

The Yemaya Festival typically involves ceremonies and rituals performed by the sea or other bodies of water. Devotees offer gifts such as fruits, flowers, jewelry, and food to Yemaya, often placing these offerings in the water as a gesture of respect and gratitude. Rituals may include singing, dancing, drumming, and chanting to honor Yemaya and seek her blessings.

Water is integral to the festival, symbolizing Yemaya's domain and her connection to life, fertility, and protection. Participants often wade into the water to release their offerings and prayers, seeking Yemaya’s guidance, healing, and support. The festival is a communal celebration, emphasizing unity, reverence for nature, and the nurturing aspects of the divine feminine.

💧 Scrying

History and Background:

Scrying is an ancient divination practice that involves gazing into a reflective surface to receive visions or insights. It has been used across various cultures, including Mexica, ancient Egypt, Greece, and among the Celtic Druids. The practice is based on the belief that reflective surfaces can act as portals to the subconscious mind or to spiritual entities, allowing the practitioner to access hidden knowledge or guidance.

Practice:

Water scrying, or hydromancy, involves using a bowl or other container filled with water as the reflective surface. The practitioner often works in a dimly lit or candle-lit environment to enhance the reflective properties of the water. They may also add a few drops of oil or use colored water to aid in the visualization process.

The practitioner focuses on the water’s surface, entering a meditative state to quiet the mind and open themselves to receiving images, symbols, or messages. Water's fluid and reflective nature makes it an ideal medium for scrying, as it can help reveal the flow of subconscious thoughts and emotions, providing clarity and insight into various aspects of life.

💧 Moon Water

History and Background:

Moon water is a concept rooted in various European pagan and witchcraft traditions (Mostly ceremonial magic and folk magic of northwest Europe). It involves collecting and charging water with the energy of the moon, particularly during the full moon when its power is believed to be at its peak. This practice is based on the idea that the moon’s energy can enhance the water’s properties, making it a potent tool for various magical and spiritual purposes.

Practice:

To create moon water, practitioners place a container of water, usually in glass or ceramic, outside or on a windowsill where it can be exposed to moonlight overnight. Some may add crystals, herbs, or salt to the water to amplify its energy. The practitioner often performs a ritual or speaks an intention while setting the water out, aligning their purpose with the moon’s energy.

Once charged, moon water can be used in various ways, such as in cleansing baths, anointing objects, watering plants, or as an ingredient in spells and rituals. The water is believed to carry the moon’s attributes, such as intuition, emotional balance, and feminine energy, making it a versatile and powerful tool for personal and spiritual growth.

🚰 Common Magical Uses 🚿

Most, if not all, of these practices are based on colonial practices such as Christianity, Wicca,  and ‘Ceremonial Magick’. 

💧 Purification and Cleansing

Cleansing Baths:

Water can be infused with herbs, salts, and essential oils to create a cleansing bath. Practitioners immerse themselves in this water to wash away negative energies, stress, and spiritual impurities. The bath can be accompanied by meditation, visualization, and affirmations to enhance the cleansing effect.

Sprinkling and Spraying:

Water can be blessed or charged and then sprinkled or sprayed around a space, object, or person to purify and protect. This method is often used to cleanse ritual tools, altar spaces, or homes.

Washing Rituals:

Water is used to wash hands, feet, or the face in preparation for spell work or rituals. This act signifies the removal of mundane concerns and impurities, creating a state of spiritual readiness.

💧 Charging and Empowering

Moon Water:

Water left out under the light of the full moon absorbs lunar energy and can be used in various spells and rituals. Moon water can be drunk, sprinkled around the home, added to baths, or used to anoint objects to imbue them with the moon's intuitive and emotional balancing properties.

Sun Water:

Similarly, water charged under the sun’s rays is infused with solar energy, representing vitality, strength, and clarity. Sun water can be used to empower spells, enhance personal energy, and promote positivity and confidence.

💧 Healing and Emotional Work

Healing Baths:

Water can be combined with specific herbs and crystals known for their healing properties. Practitioners soak in these baths to promote physical healing, emotional balance, and spiritual rejuvenation. Visualization of healing energy permeating the body and aura is often part of this practice.

Tear Magic:

In some traditions, tears are collected during moments of intense emotion and used in spells to capture and harness the energy of those emotions. Tears can be added to water used in rituals, symbolizing the release and transformation of emotional energy.

💧 Protection and Banishing

Saltwater Protection:

Water mixed with salt (often sea salt) is a common protective and purifying agent. Saltwater can be used to cleanse spaces, create protective barriers, or be sprinkled around the perimeter of a home to ward off negative energies and entities.

Banishing Rituals:

In banishing spells, water is used to symbolically wash away unwanted influences or entities. This can involve pouring water over an object representing the issue or person to be banished or using water to douse symbols or sigils of the unwanted energy.

💧 Connection to Spirits and Deities

Offering Water:

Water is often offered to spirits, ancestors, or deities in rituals and ceremonies. It can be placed on altars in bowls or cups, symbolizing purity and a connection to the divine or .

Ritual Libations:

Pouring water onto the ground as a libation is a way to honor and connect with earth spirits, deities, or ancestors. This practice is found in many cultures and is used to show respect and ask for blessings or assistance.

💧 Elemental Magic

Representing the Element of Water:

In rituals involving the four classical elements (earth, air, fire, water), a bowl of water is often placed on the altar to represent the water element. This helps to balance the energies within the ritual space and invoke the qualities of water, such as intuition, emotion, and healing.

💧 Spell Components and Ingredients

Water-Based Inks and Dyes:

Water can be used to create inks and dyes for writing spells, drawing sigils, or creating magical art. These inks can be infused with herbs, oils, and other ingredients to enhance their magical properties.

Potion Making:

Water serves as the base for many potions in spell work. Herbs, crystals, and other magical ingredients are steeped or brewed in water to create potions for various purposes, such as love, protection, healing, or prosperity.

💧 Weather Magic

Rain Spells:

Water is central to weather magic, particularly spells for invoking rain. Practitioners may use water rituals, dances, or chants to appeal to rain deities or spirits, asking for precipitation to nourish the land and support agricultural efforts.

💧 Symbolic Representation

Symbolic Actions:

In spells that require symbolic actions, water can be used to represent emotions, transitions, or transformations. For example, a spell to release emotional pain might involve writing the pain on a piece of paper and dissolving it in water, symbolizing the washing away of the hurt.

🌧️ Common Misconceptions 🌧️

Water, as a fundamental element in witchcraft, carries a wealth of symbolism and practical uses. However, there are several misconceptions surrounding its use in magical practices. Here are some of the most common ones:

⚡️ Misconception 1:

Water Has Uniform Magical Properties

Reality:

Not all water is the same in magical practices. The source and condition of the water can influence its properties and effectiveness in spell work. For example, rainwater, river water, ocean water, and spring water each carry distinct energies and should be chosen according to the specific needs of a spell. Since water is a common solvent, anything put into solution with water will affect the whole’s energetic properties and therefore its most effective applications.

⚡️ Misconception 2:

Water Spells Are Only for Emotional and Intuitive Magic

Reality:

While water is closely associated with emotions and intuition, its magical applications extend beyond these realms. Water can be used for a variety of purposes, including protection, healing, fertility, and abundance. For example, water can be used in protection spells by creating barriers, in healing spells by creating soothing potions or baths, and in fertility rituals by invoking its life-giving properties.

⚡️ Misconception 3:

Moon Water Is a Cure-All

Reality:

Moon water, while powerful, is not a one-size-fits-all solution. The effectiveness of moon water depends on the lunar phase and the practitioner's intention. Full moon water is excellent for general empowerment and completion, while new moon water is better suited for new beginnings and setting intentions. Additionally, specific astrological aspects of the moon can influence the water's properties, such as a moon in Scorpio for transformation or a moon in Pisces for spiritual insight.

⚡️ Misconception 4:

Water Alone Is Enough for Cleansing

Reality:

While water is a powerful cleansing agent, it often works best in conjunction with other elements or tools. Adding salt, herbs, or essential oils can enhance its purifying properties. Combining water with other practices like visualization, chanting, or the use of sacred symbols can amplify the cleansing effect, making the ritual more comprehensive and effective.

🌊 Properties of Water 🌊

To gain a comprehensive understanding of water in the context of witchcraft, it is essential to explore its properties across various categories. These categories include energetic properties, physical properties, philosophical properties, and chemical properties.

✨ Energetic Properties ⛈️

From an energetic standpoint, water has seven inherent properties:

Inductive: Pulls outside energy into itself

Direct Current: Sends a quanta of energy from point to point directly

Holds Charge: Retains some degree of the intact energy it reacts with, without utilizing it all to form energetic compounds

Repulsive: Repels (Dependent) energies within a variable set distance away from itself

Negenthropic: Always returns to its Natural Energetic State without influence

Sinusoidal: Contains and releases natural and consistent energy fluctuations

Refractive: Splits reactionary energies into 2+ quanta of the reactionary energy's subcomponents

From an energetic standpoint, water exhibits seven distinct properties that underscore its unique role in energy work. Firstly, inductive properties enable water to attract and assimilate external energies, making it a conduit for absorbing and integrating ambient influences. As a direct current conductor, water channels energy from one point to another efficiently, facilitating a smooth flow of quanta through its structure. Additionally, water's ability to hold charge means it retains some of the energies it interacts with, preserving them in a partially unaltered form rather than fully converting them into new energetic compounds. Water also demonstrates a repulsive quality, where it can push away or repulse energies that fall outside a variable proximity, thus managing its energetic environment by creating a buffer zone. The negenthropic nature of water ensures it continuously seeks and returns to its inherent natural state, regardless of external influences or disruptions. Its sinusoidal property reflects a rhythm of consistent energy fluctuations, as water naturally oscillates between states of absorption and release, maintaining a dynamic equilibrium. Lastly, water's refractive ability allows it to split and disperse incoming energies into multiple quanta, breaking them down into subcomponents and facilitating a more complex interaction with its surroundings. These properties collectively highlight water's versatile role in energy dynamics, making it a powerful tool in various energetic and spiritual practices.

🧊 Physical Properties

State and Phase Transitions:

States: Water exists in three states: solid (ice), liquid (water), and gas (water vapor).

Melting Point: 0°C (32°F) at standard atmospheric pressure.

Boiling Point: 100°C (212°F) at standard atmospheric pressure.

Sublimation Point: Under certain conditions, ice can directly transition to vapor without becoming liquid.

Density:

Liquid Water: Approximately 1 g/cm³ at 4°C, where it is densest.

Ice: Approximately 0.917 g/cm³, less dense than liquid water, causing ice to float.

Water Vapor: Much less dense than liquid water or ice.

Viscosity:

Water has low viscosity, allowing it to flow easily. The viscosity decreases as temperature increases.

Surface Tension:

Water has a high surface tension due to hydrogen bonding, making it cohesive and allowing it to form droplets.

Specific Heat Capacity:

Water has a high specific heat capacity (4.186 J/g°C), meaning it can absorb and store a large amount of heat energy with only a slight increase in temperature. This property helps moderate Earth's climate and maintain stable temperatures in organisms.

Heat of Vaporization:

Water has a high heat of vaporization (40.65 kJ/mol at 100°C), requiring significant energy to convert from liquid to gas, which plays a role in cooling mechanisms like sweating and transpiration in plants.

Thermal Conductivity:

Water has moderate thermal conductivity, enabling efficient heat transfer in biological systems and environments.

Electrical Conductivity:

Pure water has low electrical conductivity, but it increases with the presence of dissolved ions (electrolytes).

🧽 Chemical Properties

Molecular Structure:

Water is a polar molecule with a bent shape, having an angle of approximately 104.5° between the hydrogen atoms and the oxygen atom. The oxygen atom has a partial negative charge, while the hydrogen atoms have partial positive charges, leading to hydrogen bonding.

Hydrogen Bonding:

Water molecules form hydrogen bonds with each other, leading to its high cohesion, adhesion, and surface tension. These bonds also contribute to water's high boiling and melting points relative to other small molecules.

Solvent Properties:

Water is often called the "universal solvent" because it can dissolve many substances. Its polarity allows it to interact with and dissolve ionic compounds (salts) and polar molecules (sugars, alcohols).

pH and Ionization:

Pure water has a neutral pH of 7 at 25°C, resulting from the auto-ionization process where water molecules dissociate into hydrogen ions (H⁺) and hydroxide ions (OH⁻):

The concentration of H⁺ and OH⁻ ions in pure water is 0.0000001 mol/L each.

Reactivity:

Water participates in various chemical reactions, including hydrolysis, where it breaks down compounds, and hydration, where it adds to substances.

It can act as both an acid and a base (amphoteric), making it versatile in chemical reactions:

Redox Properties:

Water is involved in redox reactions, serving as a medium for electron transfer. In biological systems, water is crucial in processes like photosynthesis and cellular respiration.

❄️ Unique Anomalies

Density Anomaly:

Unlike most substances, water's solid form (ice) is less dense than its liquid form due to the structure of hydrogen bonds, which create a lattice that holds water molecules farther apart in ice than in liquid water.

Maximum Density at 4°C:

Water reaches its maximum density at 4°C, which is critical for aquatic life. This property causes lakes and ponds to stratify, with denser water sinking and less dense water (either warmer or ice) remaining on top, insulating the aquatic life during winter.

High Surface Tension and Capillarity:

Water’s high surface tension allows for capillary action, essential for the movement of water in plants (from roots to leaves) and soil moisture dynamics.

🧿 Metaphysical Properties

Water has long been a symbol of philosophical and metaphysical concepts across various traditions. Its properties and characteristics often embody deeper truths about existence, consciousness, and the natural world. Here are some key philosophical and metaphysical properties of water:

Fluidity and Adaptability

Water’s ability to flow and adapt to any container highlights the concept of fluidity and adaptability. Philosophically, this represents the idea of embracing change and being flexible in the face of life's transformations. Water’s adaptability signifies a deep understanding of the need to be open and responsive to the dynamic nature of existence.

Cyclical Nature

Water follows a natural cycle—evaporation, condensation, precipitation—which symbolizes the cyclical nature of life and existence. This cyclical pattern reflects the interconnectedness of all things and the continuous process of renewal and transformation. Philosophically, it illustrates the concept of eternal return and the perpetuity of life’s rhythms.

Purification and Cleansing

Water is widely regarded as a purifying force. Metaphysically, it represents the cleansing of the self, both physically and spiritually. This property embodies the idea of purification as a necessary process for spiritual growth, personal renewal, and the release of negative or stagnant energies.

Reflective and Intuitive Qualities

The reflective surface of water symbolizes self-reflection and introspection. Philosophically, it represents the ability to see beyond the surface and gain deeper insight into oneself and the nature of reality. Water’s reflective nature also ties into intuition, as it reflects the deeper, often unseen, aspects of consciousness.

Emotional Depth

Water is often associated with the depths of emotion and the subconscious mind. Metaphysically, this association signifies the profound and often hidden layers of human experience. Water’s capacity to hold and move through emotional states underscores the importance of exploring and understanding the depth of one’s feelings.

Connection and Interconnection

Water connects all forms of life, from the smallest microorganisms to the largest ecosystems. This universal connection reflects the interconnectedness of all beings and phenomena. Philosophically, it underscores the concept that all entities are part of a larger whole, sharing a common source and mutual influence.

Transience and Impermanence

Water’s ever-changing state—liquid, solid, and gas—illustrates the principle of impermanence. This property philosophically embodies the idea that all things are in a constant state of flux, and permanence is an illusion. Water’s ability to change forms highlights the transient nature of reality and existence.

Sacredness and Life-Giving Force

In many traditions, water is considered sacred and a vital source of life. This reverence reflects its fundamental role in sustaining life and its symbolic connection to spiritual nourishment and vitality. Philosophically, water’s sacredness represents the divine essence present in the natural world and the importance of honoring and respecting life’s fundamental resources.

Symbol of Unity

Water’s ability to merge seamlessly with other bodies of water represents unity and oneness. Philosophically, this property signifies the dissolution of boundaries and the merging of individual identities into a collective whole. It embodies the concept of unity within diversity and the idea that all things are ultimately interconnected.

Ethereal and Transcendent Qualities

Water’s ability to evaporate and become vapor suggests a transcendent quality, moving beyond the material and physical state. This ethereal aspect symbolizes the potential for spiritual ascension and the movement towards higher states of consciousness. It reflects the idea of transcending physical limitations and reaching a higher, more spiritual plane.

⚗️ Classical Alchemical Properties

In Classical Alchemy, water is viewed not just as a physical substance but as a key element with profound symbolic and practical significance. Alchemical traditions, which combine elements of philosophy, spirituality, and early natural science, attribute various properties to water based on its role in the processes of transformation and purification. Here are some of the classical alchemical properties of water:

Solvent and Dissolver

Water is often referred to as the "universal solvent" in alchemy. This property highlights water's ability to dissolve and break down other substances, making it essential for the extraction and purification of ingredients. In alchemical practices, water's solvent nature is crucial for processes such as dissolution, which is a key step in the preparation of alchemical mixtures and the extraction of essences from minerals and plants.

Purification and Cleansing

Water is symbolic of purification in alchemical traditions. It is used to cleanse both physical materials and the alchemist's own mind and spirit. In alchemical operations, water is employed to wash away impurities and prepare substances for further transformation. This aligns with the broader metaphysical view of water as a purifying force, essential for achieving purity and perfection in the alchemical work.

Cooling and Condensing

In alchemical processes, water is associated with cooling and condensing. It is used to regulate temperature and facilitate the condensation of vapors into liquid form. This property is integral to processes such as distillation and the condensation of alchemical substances, where maintaining the right temperature is crucial for the successful transformation of materials.

Fluidity and Movement

Water’s inherent fluidity and capacity to flow represent the principle of movement and change in alchemy. This property reflects the dynamic nature of transformation, where water is seen as a medium through which substances move and change states. The fluidity of water symbolizes the constant flux and adaptability required in the alchemical work.

Binding and Combining

Water’s ability to bind and combine different substances is another important alchemical property. It is used to mix and integrate various elements, facilitating their combination into new compounds. This property underscores water's role in creating harmonious mixtures and achieving synthesis in alchemical processes.

Cyclic and Recursive Nature

Water’s natural cycle—evaporation, condensation, precipitation—mirrors the cyclical nature of alchemical transformations. This property represents the recurring cycles of dissolution and reconstitution that are central to the alchemical work. The cyclical nature of water highlights the repetitive process of refining and perfecting substances through successive stages.

Catalytic Role

Water acts as a catalyst in many alchemical reactions. It can facilitate chemical changes and enhance the effects of other substances, making it a crucial component in achieving desired transformations. The catalytic role of water underscores its importance in accelerating and directing alchemical processes.

Temperature Regulation

In alchemy, water is used to regulate temperature during various operations. It helps maintain the appropriate conditions for reactions, such as cooling heated substances or moderating the temperature of distillations. This property is vital for controlling the environment in which alchemical processes occur.

Embodying the Principle of Mercurial Fluidity

Water represents the mercurial (or quicksilver) aspect of alchemy, embodying the principle of fluidity and the ability to change form. This property aligns with the concept of mercury as a fluid, transformative substance in alchemical traditions, reflecting the dynamic and mutable nature of water in both physical and symbolic contexts.

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Enamored

Chapter 1-Healer

Namor x female!reader

ONESHOT

𝐞𝐧·𝐚𝐦·𝐨𝐫

/𝐢ˈ𝐧𝐚𝐦ə𝐫,𝐞ˈ𝐧𝐚𝐦ə𝐫/

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝; 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

🌊🪽🌊🪼🌊

She was enamored with his world, and he was enamored with her.

[Unedited]

[Bold means they're speaking in yucatec maya]

[Trigger Waring: Blood]

*3rd Person POV*

"Yeild, and Wakanda will protect your oceans. We will protect your secrets. Yeild, and your people will live. Vengeance has consumed us. We cannot let it consume our people.

"I yeild."

"Talokanile'ex! Let us return home! Our fight here is done!" Namor shouted to his people from the jet, his words making them bow in understanding.

"Wakanda forever!" Shuri also shouted, getting a 'Wakanda forever' in return from the Wakandans. Shuri turned to Namor, and breathlessly and tiredly said, "I have a friend who can heal you, give you back your wings." Namor nodded, and both leaders turned back to their people.

*Time Skip*

"Well, this is the place Shuri said to go. At least I think it is... hopefully." (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she set her waterproof pack onto the warm sand. (Y/N) had just arrived at a nameless and extremely hidden beach in Yucatan, courtesy of Shuri arranging a flight for her. Shuri had called (Y/N) with a favor to help heal a new friend/ally of Wakanda's. (Y/N) had heard about the fight between Wakanda and a new group/kingdom, but decided not to bring it up, considering they both found a truce.

The, to be kept secret friend, Namor, told Shuri to have her healer, (Y/N), to wait on a specific beach, which is the one she is currently waiting on. He didn't say a specific time, so (Y/N) arrived to the beach around 8:30 in the morning, not wanting to miss Namor or keep him waiting. Shuri told her he was kind, noble yet unforgiving. (Y/N) didn't want to get on his bad side.

(Y/N) looked around the beach, taking in the scenery as she sat down. 'Wow... it's gorgeous.' She thought to herself as she took in the palm trees, exotic flowers, small creatures running or flying around, the tan sand and finally the light teal ocean. It was quiet and peaceful, away from the human touch; purely nature.

She took in a deep breath of the salty air and closed her eyes. She exhaled with a calming smile as her shoulders relaxed. She stayed that way for awhile, just sitting with her eyes closed, a peaceful smile adorning her lips as the morning sun bathed her in a golden light.

From a distance in the ocean, she was being watched. Namor and a handful of his soldiers, including Namora and Attuma, gazed at the girl as she soaked in the morning sun. "This is the girl we're supposed to meet? She doesn't look to be much." Namora said, glancing to Namor. "It's always the ones you least expect." Attuma added. This new girl gave Namor a... strange feeling. Nothing bad, but nothing good. She was pleasing to the eye and seemed kind, but all of that could be a facade.

"Let's just continue watching her for the time being." Namor said, not taking his eyes off the girl on the beach. And that they did. They watched her as she walked around, either drew or wrote in her journal, ate, played with the animals and insects, read and even at one point take a nap. It was late afternoon by the time Attuma spoke up, "We've spent almost the whole day watching her, she seems harmless. Shall we go and get her?"

"If I was her I wouldn't have waited this long, somethings up." Namora said, suspicious. Namor went to respond but paused, "Wait, look." They all look to the shore to see the girl put down her book as she spotted something washing up on to the beach.

"Oh... oh no. No, no, no, no, no!" (Y/N) bolted to her feet and ran towards the shore, towards a beached and bleeding manta ray. She fell to her knees as she assessed the wound. There was a large fishing hook in the back of its right fin. "Oh gosh," (Y/N) mumbled to herself, worry in her tone. "Alright, let's do this." She determinedly said, quickly taking off her shoes and socks, hoodie and cargo pants. Thankfully she was wearing a tank top and shorts underneath.

She could tell the manta ray was a juvenile based on its size, so it was relatively easy for her to shimmy it back into the water. When it was deep enough, she placed her hands on its underbelly and helped it further out into the ocean, until it was up to her breast. "I'm sorry but this is going to hurt," (Y/N) apologized to the manta ray as she lifted its fin out of the water and swiftly pulled the fishing hook out, the ray flapping its fins in pain afterwards.

She threw the hook onto the beach as she apologized again, "I know, I'm sorry!" She took her index finger and wiped up some of the manta rays blood. Then she did something none of the Talokan were expecting, she licked the manta rays blood from her finger. "What the...?" Namora had mumbled under her breath.

(Y/N) closed her eyes after tasting the blood, still holding onto the manta ray. After about 30 seconds she re-opened her eyes, "Got it." She placed her hand on the rays wound and slowly pulled it up. Thin strings of gold light became visible as she lifted her hand, the strings were attached to her hand and the rays wound. She intricately moved her fingers as the strings danced, closing the rays wound, leaving nothing but a completely healed scar.

"Hm..." Was all Namor could say.

(Y/N) let go of the ray and watched as it flapped its fins for a moment, testing them out. When realizing he was okay, he swam deeper into the water, swimming circles around the girl as she giggled in happiness.

'That sound...' Namor definitely wanted to hear it again.

The ray swam off and (Y/N) smiled in the direction she last saw it. She then turned and made her way back to the beach. "Let's go," Namor ordered, diving underwater, the soldiers following.

Just as (Y/N) got back onto shore, she heard a male voice call out and froze, "You are the healer Shuri told me about, yes?" What alarmed her at first was that the voice came from behind her, from the ocean. But she quickly remembered what little information Shuri told her about Namor, that he lived in the water. She tried to calm down her racing heart as she turned to make eye contact with the source of the voice.

When they came face to face, it seemed like everything stopped, like everything went quiet. (E/c) eyes, dark brown eyes. (H/l) (h/c) (h/t) hair, short black wavy hair. Smooth (s/c) skin, clear caramel skin. Scars, piercings, tattoos, the shape of each other's faces, ears, lips, shoulders, fingers, everything. They took in everything about the other, all the way from how tall the other was to how long or short their eyelashes were. It was like they were in a trance, but it all came to a stop.

"Well? He asked you a question. Speak." Namora called out to (Y/N), jolting her back to reality. "O-Oh! Yes! I'm the healer Shuri sent! My name is (Y/N), it is a pleasure to meet you!" (Y/N) hastily said as she bowed to Namor. "I am Namor. We are going to search your things." Namor introduced and stated, sending two of the background soldiers up onto the beach. "Oh! Go ahead!" (Y/N) gestured to her pack.

The two Talokans searched the bag and found no weapons or trackers. One of them closed it back up after tossing (Y/N)'s clothes into it and swinging it over their shoulder. "Here is a mask to help you breath underwater," Namor said as he held out one of their respirators. "Oh,  thank you, but I don't need it." (Y/N) kindly waved off, getting confused looks from the Talokans.

(Y/N) closed her eyes and after a few seconds, two sets of gills appeared on her neck, just like the Talokan. The Talokan, except for Namor, gasped backed away from the girl, Namora even going as far as raising her spear to (Y/N). (Y/N)'s eyes went wide at the sudden hostility and she also backed up. Namor placed his hand on Namora's spear and lowered it, "How did you do that?" He questioned, pure curiosity in his voice.

(Y/N) was hesitant to answer at first due to the Talokans reaction, but Namors dark brown eyes were calming. "It's my power, my mutation.  I can go deeper into it if you want, but not here." She said as she looked around the beach for civilians. "Yes, let's get going. Can you keep up with us?" Namor asked, walking further into the ocean. "Uh, hopefully." (Y/N) nervously chuckled.

"Let's go!" Namor dived into the water, Namora and Attuma following. (Y/N) changed her eyes so that they would be protected from the salt water and so she could see better. She also changed her skin to thermoregulate like a dolphin or whale, avoiding hypothermia. Finally she dove in, the last three Talokans behind her. All seven of them swam deeper and further into the ocean, passing by many sea animals.

Ever since she was younger, (Y/N) gravitated more towards the sea animals than the land animals, and since she only ever saw sea animals is aquariums or marine life hospitals, it was like a field day for her. She beamed and smiled at every animal she saw, and even occasionally touched.

Namor watched her from the corner of his eye as she was absolutely entranced by the wildlife, still swimming towards their underwater cave. Though he stopped when (Y/N) happened to look up and see a swarm jellyfish. She gasped in delight, "Moon jellyfish!" She swam up, completely forgetting her company.

The three background soldiers were about to swim up and follow her but Namor stopped them, "Wait here, all of you." Namor swam up next to the healer and saw her giggling with a large smile on her face, jellyfish dancing around her and brushing up against her skin, tickling her.

"Strange, I've never seen them act that way before." Namor commented, still watching as one jellyfish came and rested in the girls cupped hands. "Oh really?" (Y/N) replied, only half paying attention to Namor. Namor swam closer to the girl, where he was right next to her, "The animals respect you." He said, more so to himself than her.

The sudden change in Namor's volume caught (Y/N) off guard and she looked in his direction, slightly jolting at his new proximity. He was staring at her, a feeling in his eyes she couldn't describe. "Oh, sorry. I'm keeping us up." She apologized, then she slowly lifted her hands up, the jellyfish swimming away.

Namor still watched her as she did this, and all the while, she had a truly peaceful smile. The rest of the jellyfish surrounding them also swam away, making a clearing for the two. (Y/N) turned back to Namor to show she was ready, and he was the first to start swimming down, the healer following close behind.

A few minutes went by as the group continued to swim. They eventually came to an entrance to, what (Y/N) assumed was, an underwater cave. But none of them made a move to enter. Namor turned to (Y/N), "We are going to blindfold you in order to keep our destination a secret, to keep my people safe."

"Oh, okay." (Y/N) nodded in understanding, closing her eyes as Namora came behind her to tie the blindfold. (Y/N) couldn't see anything, but she could still hear and feel. She heard Namor speak in his native tongue and two hands grab hers, both rough and larger than her hands. They were slightly different in size and feel, telling her that it was two different people guiding her.

They started to swim, guiding the blind girl with them. They swam for almost ten minutes before they breached water. The two holding onto (Y/N) helped her out of the water, standing her up. The blindfold was removed and she blinked a few times, transitioning her eyes back to her normal (e/c) ones (also getting rid of the gills).

She took in her surroundings and saw that they were now in a cave. When she looked up, she saw stalactites and glow worms, giving the cave a soft teal glow. She looked down to see the pool of water they came from. From the turns and quick movements she felt when she was blindfolded, she knew she would get lost if she needed/tried to escape for any reason.

"This way," Namor called to the girl, gesturing towards a small hut to her right. The guards stood outside of the hut, except for Namora and Attuma, they entered along with Namor and (Y/N). The hut was well lit with torches, giving (Y/N) a full view the tapestries decorating the walls. "Woah..." (Y/N) said, the word leaving her mouth involuntarily as she took in all of the work. "Would you like a robe?" Namor asked, pulling one around his shoulders. The healer shook her head, "No thank you, I'm regulating my temperature." At her words, Namor lightly chuckled in amusement.

"What has... Shuri told you about us?" Namor then hesitantly started, watching (Y/N) observe the tapestries with wonder. "Not much," She started, still taking in the murals. "Just that you went from enemies to allies and you and your people live in the ocean," At this point she turns to face Namor fully and gesture to his ankles, "And that you needed those fixed."

Namor nodded, "Before we start, tell me about your power." (Y/N) tensed slightly, "Ah, yeah, that... well, if I consume a beings DNA, human or animal, I can heal any of their wounds. But in order to do that, I have to absorb their DNA, which means I gain their traits. For example, the ray I healed today, I can now change my eyes to theirs, I can form girls like theirs, and if I want I can make my skin like theirs."

At this, Namor stops her, "So, if you consume any of my DNA, you can gain my strength and wings?" (Y/N) could hear in his tone that he was not happy about that. She nodded nonetheless, "Yes, but I can promise you I would never use them." "How do I know I can trust you?" Namor retorted.

"You don't, that's what trust is about. Putting your faith in someone." (Y/N) responded. "The last time I did that, one of people ended up dying." Namor gravely said. "Shuri must have failed to mention I'm a pacifist." (Y/N)'s sentence made Namor pause. He looked to her, "You're a... pacifist?" There was clear doubt in his tone.

The healer sighed heavily before answering, "I'm not going to go into why, but things happened in my past that made me who I am today. I don't want violence or destruction, I want peace and clarity. I only use my power for good causes. Plus, every time I gain a new DNA and go to use it, it feels like every fiber, every atom of my body is either exploding or ripping apart. It's very painful." She ended with a chuckle.

"What about today?" Namor questions. (Y/N) shrugs, "It hurts, but not as much as the very first time I did it. I'm used to the pain now." The King nodded, "Shall we get started then?" (Y/N) nodded as Namor sat down in a chair, unwrapping one of his bandages.

"Before we start," (Y/N) started, getting down on her knees for better access to Namor's ankles. "I should warn you, the healing process will hurt immensely since you're similar to human. I highly suggest we do sessions of healing." Namor cringed at being compared to a human, but nodded anyway, "Let's see how far we can get today."

(Y/N) nodded and held her hand out for Namor's. He gave her his hand, palm side up as she grew a thin and sharp talon. "May I?" She gestured to his hand and he nodded. She pricked the tip of his index finger and a small dot of blood arose. Namor chuckled, "I thought you were a pacifist." (Y/N) giggled, "You gave me permission so it doesn't count." She then leaned down and licked the blood off of his finger.

Namor didn't know how to feel or react, your giggle, smile, and your tongue on his skin sent his mind into overdrive. Thankfully for him, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. Her once (e/c) eyes were now a gold. She looked back to Namor, "Are you ready?" He nodded in response.

She gently placed her hand on his wing and slowly brought it up. Gold strings attached to the wound from her fingers and pain immediately rushed through Namor. He grunted in surprise, gritted his teeth, and clasped onto the table near him. Namora and Attuma stepped forward in a panic but halted when Namor held up his hand.

Five minutes went by and Namor was already sweating heavily and panting. The table he was grasping was ready to break any second. When his eyes went half lidded (Y/N) stopped her healing, "I think that's good for today." Namor couldn't find it in himself to object.

(Y/N) pulled out a handkerchief from her pack and wiped Namors forehead, "Here, use this." Namor nodded in thanks and took the handkerchief, their hands touching in the process. He looked to her and they made eye contact, dark brown eyes locked with (e/c) ones. Something surged through them, a feeling foreign to both.

Unsure of what to do, (Y/N) broke eye contact and looked to the ground. "How far did you get?" Namor asked in order to quickly avoid the awkward atmosphere. The healer looked to his wing and nervously chuckled, "Uh, almost half an inch!" She tried to sound cheerful but failed. Namor nodded, "We will do more tomorrow."

(Y/N) gathered her things and the four beings left the hut. She was blindfolded once again as they left the cave. Once out in front of the tunnel entrance, they removed the blindfold. They swam back to the beach where they met (Y/N), of course, not without said girl admiring the jellyfish again.

After checking no one was on the beach, they breached the water and made their way to shore. (Y/N) turned to Namor, "Same time tomorrow?" He nodded, "Thank you for today, I will see you tomorrow, (Y/N)." Hearing her name said by this attractive being made her heart race and cheeks flush. She quickly nodded, "See you tomorrow, Namor." Hearing his name from this beautiful and kind being made Namors heart beat quicken and heat rise to his pointed ears. He never thought he could love the name given to him by the beings he despised, but the healer was proving him wrong.

To be continued...

[tokischaaaaa]

let me in 🌊

!xxxtentacion x !latina reader

warning! : fluff, cursing, weed, drowning, vomit

word count!: 2k

y/n —-> orange

jahseh —-> blue

jahseh was getting ready to go to bed, but then he got a buzz on his phone, it was y/n.

yo you awake?

yes but i’m abt to go to sleep

boo hoo, come with me to the beach

y/n recently found a place to stay right next to the beach, it was a motel but she mad it work. her new location of recidence allowed her to be more connected to the ocean and take reside in.

it took jahseh a few moments before replying, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught and had a plan to get back, since he was put into his grandmas house for the time being until he could get his life together.

ok sure

YAYAYA! i’ll bring my speaker u bring the za pls pooki

bruh fine but stop calling me that dumb shit

okay pooki wtv u say 💋

jahseh sighed and put his phone down, he grabbed the nearest shirt to him and threw it on. he went to his cabinet and grabbed some already rolled up blunts.

he sneaked downstairs and opened the front door and hopped on his bike and started his route to y/n’s.

meanwhile y/n was getting ready, grabbing her speaker and her keys, but she was stopped once she got the notification that there would be some rain that was expected to come in 30 minutes

“shit,’ she hissed rubbing her forehead.

‘let’s hope it isn’t that hard and won’t ruin our night,’ y/n whispered to herself.

however this night was odd to her, since she loved going out at night and doing the simplest things , however jahseh was more kept to himself and almost never cracked jokes.

in their friend group jahseh was quiet but everyone else was aware that he had something special. y/n on the other hand was known to be the clown of the group, always to crack jokes or make someone spit water out of their mouth due to her clownery.

y/n was just so surprised that jah said yes, they hardly hung out alone but a few weeks ago they both spotted each other at a party. they both didn’t want to be there, but were forced to stay. y/n mustered up her courage and asked him to take a smoke break outside with her. he nodded and they sat in silence until jah said, “thanks,”

y/n replied with a simple

“you’re welcome.”

and there a odd yet interesting friendship sparked between the two of them. y/n couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t attracted to the quiet boy, his eyes were so haunting but that just provoked y/n to learn more about him.

yo i’m here, wya?

coming down, meet outside the lobby

jahseh put his phone back in his pocket and waited for y/n. as he waited he took one of the joints out and lit it, then took a deep inhale of the joint. he blinked a few times to adjust to the new feeling the weed gave him. when we was high he would become more relaxed and less uptight and a little more out of his shell.

“might as well catch up with y/n’s energy,” he chuckled.

“what about y/n?” she said appearing in front of jahseh.

“na that I already took a hit because you always got mad energy whenever wherever you go.” jahseh said pointing at her speaker.

“touche, but like if there ain’t no y/n ain’t no party.” she giggled.

“yeah right,” jahseh said rolling his eyes.

“whatever boy, let’s go.” y/n said as she turned on her speaker and connected it to her phone.

y/n assumed jahseh was walking at the same pace as her but as she turned around she saw jahseh staring at her ass.

“jahseh!” she groaned approaching him lightly grabbing his ear.

“owww, mamas please i didn’t mean to it was the weed.” he cried.

“yeah right, keep walking.” she sighed.

to be fair, y/n had on a black sports bra and black shorts, though they weren’t a lot they were enough to protect her from the flordia humidity especially at this hour.

as jahseh caught up to y/n he couldn’t help but wrap one of his arms around y/n as a lead to keep him from tripping or falling behind.

y/n was taken aback from this action but then remembered jah was high and the last thing she wanted was for him to have a bad trip and something bad happen.

as they were walking, not in silence since y/n already started playing music, y/n moved jah’s arm to her shoulder to be draped.

jah on the other hand was feeling a little devious and decided to play with the strap of y/n’s bra strap.

“jah wait till we get situated at the beach,” y/n whined, she tried to keep her act up of acting like she was not screaming inside. inside she was CRUSHINGGG hard, she knew jah was flirty since he definitely had a record of being a player but this part of jahseh she’d never heard of or seen.

“okay mamas,” he said as he slapped y/n’s ass.

that was the turn off for y/n, he was getting wayyyy too comfortable.

“jahseh! no, you gotta get it together, you’re acting like your white girl wasted right now!” y/n screamed slapping jahseh’s chest.

jah blinked a few times before he could register what had happened,

“shit y/n, i’m sorry, im overdoing the weed. it’s just i’m tired of being so uptight.”

y/n decided to stay quiet and hear what was on jahseh’s mind which led him to slap her ass.

“it’s just, since that night of the party there was something up. like you saw me being in my head, and you brought me out of there. i know i do a lot of small talk and i know it can get annoying. but you still decided to hang out with me. i didn’t ask, and i don’t know if i gave any signs to a second time to hang out, but you took the initiative.”

“jah what are you trying to say?”

“i’ve never met someone like you y/n, i wanna stick by you and learn about you, everyone in my life have either been mad negative or just plain jane’s. you’re different.”

“jahseh spit it out.”

jahseh then litterly spit out something in his throat

“jahseh, wtf not litterly.” y/n groaned.

“i like you y/n.” jahseh screamed as he then ran into the ocean.

y/n dropped the speaker on the sand and the towels she had in her hands and jumped to grab jahseh.

as she ran to jahseh he already was in the water and basically drowning.

“shit jahseh!” y/n yelled getting a hold of him by the shoulder. as y/n pulled him to the sand he wasn’t moving, she slapped his face and began to do cpr. as she went to do mouth to mouth to him she backed up and saw his eyes open. he then turned to the side and hurled.

“let it out, it’s okay.” y/n said patting his back.

“oh my fucking god, what just happened y/n.” jahseh said between burps.

“you told me you liked me, jumped in the water then drowned.” y/n said with a weak smile.

“oh,” jahseh said rubbing his head.

“yeah, i think we can do beach another day maybe when you don’t abuse tf out of the blunt.” y/n chirped flicking jah’s neck.

“ow y/n!”

“what do you mean beach another day?” jah asked.

“you’re too fucked, and i can’t deal with rescuing you again.”

“but i don’t wanna go yet.”

“wanna head back to my room?” y/n proposed

“yes!” jahseh yelled

“jah you are like actually a crazy high.” y/n laughed.

“so, you seem to like it, you’re laughing.” jahseh said in a dorky voice.

she smiled then grabbed his hand and led him to her room, she hoped that he forgot he confessed his feelings to her. she couldn’t tell if he was serious and knew that he wouldn’t say this sober she she rather not push it.

“y/n, your quiet.” jahseh said

“yeah, just focused on getting you upstairs.” y/n said scanning her card to unlock the elevator.

“yea right. you’re just speechless cuz i’m so handsome.” jahseh said, and as y/n looked at him he struck a pose.

“im just so in awe by you jahseh.” y/n said rolling her eyes.

“i knew it! now give me a kiss!” jahseh said puckering out his lips.

y/n put her hand on his lips and took his hand and led him to her room.

“jah sit on the bed, ima see if i have some water for you.” y/n said looking unfer her bed.

as she looked up with a bottle in her hand she saw jahseh looking at her with his dark eyes.

“you never said anything after i told you i liked you.” jahseh said in a dark tone.

y/n was frozen, “umm, because you ran into the ocean.”

“yea but you didn’t do anything.”

“jahseh why are you bringing this up?”

“because i like you y/n, let me in. i know im a quiet but trust me ill open up to you, i need you, don’t you get that?” jahseh asked with his glass eyes.

y/n rose from the floor and sat next to jahseh on the bed, “jah i would but im scared, you have a history of playing games.”

“yeah that’s the past though, i promise you y/n. i’ll do anything. mamas i will buy you roses everyday, i’ll do anything.” jahseh said leaving kisses on y/n’s neck as he begged for her to let him in.

“i dunno jahseh,” she moaned as his kisses got deeper.

“you do know.” jahseh in a deep tone, pressing his lips onto y/n’s. she fell back onto the bed and so did jahseh, their lips still connected to each other. as jahseh expected she didn’t stop kissing him, he put his arms around her body, giving a quick squeeze to her ass.

“jah, enough with my ass.” y/n hissed as she started kissing on his neck.

“you know i love that culo tho mami,” he smiled.

y/n lightly blushed, hoping jah couldn’t tell but he did.

“you know you love it when i touch it too, ain’t no body do it like me mamas.” he said into the crook of her neck.

his hot breath made y/n’s throat close up. she put her hands behind jah’s neck and played with the back of his head, pulling it closer to her face.

“jah don’t fuck this up.” she said as a tear escaped her eye.

jah looked at her and cooed, “oh y/n, i won’t i promise you, you’re a rare one, very rare. i’ll never hurt you, just praise you ma.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist.

as they held each other closely, y/n felt jahseh put his chin on her head.

“jah, i want you to be yourself without the weed tho.” y/n admitted.

“i know ma, i will i just needed it this time to get out of my pussyness.” jah said playing with a strand of y/n’s hair.

“okay baby,” y/n said looking at jah now, looking deep into his narrow eyes.

“why you look at me like that ma?” jah asked getting closer to y/n’s eyes.

“because you’re so handsome.” y/n smiled.

“i know,” jahseh smiled then put his free hand on his hip.

“boy bye,” y/n said getting up trying to get some water.

“where you going ma?” jahseh whined as he grabbed y/n’s waist and pulled her back to the bed.

“no where now.” y/n smiled giving jahseh a kiss on his nose.

“that’s what i thought.” jahseh grinned with the face of success.

“i’m glad you let me in ma,”

“me too jah.”

tokischaaaaa speaks: so this is new for me sooo umm yea

[beuhakkaka]

🌊The Sirens Song🌊

The legend of the siren had been born of the sea, hatching from her vast mystery and deadly depths. In turn, this tale was often told on the sea. It was a story that pirates and sailors alike would share with their crewmates on stormy, dark nights; spinning the tale of the siren. 

It was quite a terrifying legend, one filled with fear and death. The tale was often accompanied with one too many cups of rum and a hearty laugh. But the legend was just that, a legend. Such a fantastical creature could never truly ever exist; it simply wasn't logically possible.

But the ocean...the ocean did not care for logic and lie. 

The ocean was the ocean, and science had no dwelling there.

The drunken old captain let out a hearty chuckle, his grin spreading beneath his beard. He slammed his mug against the wooden counter, rum drops splattering onto the wood.  

"Ohoh! Yes, the tale of the ocean beast, a mighty good one if ye ask me.”  

He held up his burly hands, using them to gesture.  

“The ferocious creatures 're called sirens you see, and they be said to be bigger than even a boat! Big fellows they be, even bigger teeth,” He chuckled darkly as one of his newest crewmates paled. He leaned in, enunciating his every word with a dramatic flair. “That ain't even all of it. They sing ye woes, tugging at ye’r deepest desire with their song. They promise to give ye joy, but the moment you get close enough” He slapped his hands together as he yelled “BAM! They snatch you up in their big clawed hands, dragging the unsuspecting folk down, then they disappear into the briney deep, never to be heard of again..." 

The captain finished off his words with a dramatic emphasis, chuckling as he stroked his beard. A young sailor shivered, grasping his sides as he responded. 

"Blimey, don't matter how many times I hear it, still shakes me to me bone..." 

The captain slapped his back, nearly throwing the young sailor off his seat as he began laughing loudly. 

"Aye! As it should young lad, don't want ye guard to be let down..."

The bar maiden smiled tiredly. The captain really enjoyed making his new crewmates nervous, didn't he? She wondered why. 

She wiped at the splattered rum with a rag, chuckling softly and shaking her head. At least it was entertaining, sure did brighten up the normally dreary bar. 

Before she could run off to wipe down the other side of the bar, the captain directed a question at her.  

“Say lassie, you live round these parts don't ye? Tell me, ever seen a siren?” He grins.  

The woman's eyes widened a little, she wasn't used to the pirates addressing her, especially if it's just for her opinion. She quickly recovered from the momentary shock and plastered on an award winning smile, 

“Ah, well, I've seen plenty of fish in my life, but sirens? N-none Im aware of” she chuckled nervously. 

The captain sighed, “shame, I was thinkin’ since you live near the deep, you may have seen one”  

She simply shrugged, giving the captain another nervous smile. “Well, it's possible other folks have seen ‘em. I’ve just been a tad bit too busy to go siren seeing…”  

She was met with silence.  

Taking note of the lull in the conversation, she bid her goodbye to the old pirate, rushing off to go clean more tables.  

Manning a bar that pirates often congregated around wasn't an easy one, and the young lass could be considered quite brave for it. But she didnt think it all that difficult. Not compared to other occupations atleast.

The young woman's name was Annora, and she was quite the unique figure; both physically and socially. She had long, vibrant red hair, and equally vibrant green eyes. 

Yet despite how fiery her hair was, she was a very quiet individual. Quiet, but diligent, making sure the customers had plenty to drink and eat if requested.

These pirates were quite a lot for one quiet girl to handle, loud too- but, at least they drank a lot. Meant her pay may go up a few mora today. 

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When the pirates finally left, the woman sighed. 

She was exhausted, yes, but they had tipped well so she didn't mind. Plus, the bonus she may receive from their drunken habits made her mood lift even more. Mora always made things better.  

So as she was closing up, she had a happy tune playing in her head, whistling as she locked the door. 

She inhaled the crisp salty air, and then took a pause. 

Her keys dangled at her side as she stared at the oceans dark waters.

She had just finished work, and was completely wiped out; yet the sea beckoned her. 

...maybe she could squeeze in some time for star gazing.

She looked up at the starry sky, taking in the stars positions and assuming the time. 

She smiled. 

She would have ample time to stargaze before sunrise. She ought to get to it though if she wanted a decent view. 

She smiled to herself and skipped along the pavement to her little cabin.

She lived in a quaint little town on the coast, it was quite an isolated area, and was mainly known for its delicious fish. It was also known as a great checkpoint for sailors. 

Out of all the little sea towns bordering Mondstat, this place was frequented most by sailors and pirates. It was a great place to refill supplies while also enjoying the delicious fish cuisine.

The frequent visits to the small town meant sightings of "merfolk" and "sirens" were quite rampant. She wouldn't be surprised if the place the legends all began was here.  

Annora knew they were all merely fairy tales, as she had lived here her whole life and had never seen something even close to what people describe. 

But even if all those sightings were just drunken hallucinations, Annora quite enjoyed listening to the ramblings. It was fun to imagine the world being filled with mystique and magic. Even if that magic happened to lure people to their death. 

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With Annoras stargazing supplies all in order, she began her trek to her favorite lookout spot. Many liked to stargaze at the forest, but she knew better than to stargaze there. If you really want a good view, the cliffs are where you should go. It was clear up there, and the light pollution was nonexistent. Most of the time people were a little too nervous to dare the hike, and the isolation was rather nerve wracking, but she didn't mind. She quite enjoyed the long trek, even if she normally ended up with a scrape or two; and the silence only added to the ambience. But even if she didnt like being so far away from town, the view was completely worth it. 

Basking in the moonlight, she stepped out from the bushy trees and onto the cliff's edge.

The view was stunning. 

Dark, nearly black water reflected the stars and moon. Giving the whole environment an almost dream like glow. 

Staring out at the vast oceans rippling blue, she let out a happy sigh. She never felt at home, not truly, unless she was here.  

She trudged through the tall grass, nearly tripping a few times as she navigated the uneven terrain. 

She walked to the very edge, staring down at the rocky banks. The waves crashed against the boulders, frothing as it was pulled back in.  

Truthfully, the heights were the only thing about this location that made her nervous. That's why she preferred to sit a few feet back. She took a step back, shaking her head to shove away any anxiety. She can't get all anxious when she has stars to chart! 

Once she found a nice place, she began to set herself up. 

She flipped the bucket she held upside down for a makeshift seat, and pulled out her spyglass, her arguably most valuable possession.

She plucked her little note pad up from her bag, and got her feather pen ready to write. 

Once everything was unpacked and set up, she held the spyglass up to her eye, and aimed it towards the sky. She smiled, naming the stars she knew by heart quietly to herself. 

The ones she didnt recognize she jotted down for later research. 

She settled in for a long night of sky searching with a calm smile on her lips. 

Hours passed by and Annora simply continued to watch, jotting down interesting observations. 

Once she was ready to head home, she stood up to collect her things. 

But...something made her take pause. 

Subtly, and quietly, a breeze blew by. But this breeze wasnt silent as all the others had been. 

No, this one was carrying along a sound she had never heard before.

Was it a song? 

She focused in. 

The mystique to it made her question its origin, and what it even was. 

It wasn't a sound any human would ever be able to make. Nor did it sound like any instrument she had ever heard. 

But she could tell clearly enough that it was indeed a *voice*. 

The tongue of this voice was also something she had heard before, yet her heart lurched immediately, like somewhere deep down, she did know what it was. 

To say it was strange was an unsettling, yet she couldnt find it in herself to leave. 

The voice was almost eerily beautiful, drawing her soul towards it and cradling her in warmth; plucking gently at her heart, resonating with her very being. 

She gently placed down her spyglass, standing up slowly with wide, watery eyes.  

She needed to know what, or who was creating this melody. 

She wiped at her eyes, looking around. 

The song was all encompassing, yet so subtle. She couldnt tell where it was coming from... 

She took a step forward, and the song suddenly became louder. Her heart thrummed alongside the rhythm.

There.

She took another step, her eyes glazing over as her hair began to billow in the wind.  

Every step she took, the song became louder, encompassing her very soul.  

She stood there on the cliff's edge, tiny pebbles shaken loose and falling to the crashing waves. 

Here. The sound was coming from here. 

But she didnt see anyone. 

Annoras gaze slowly tilted downwards. 

There, right below the cliff's edge, leaning against the mountain like a tiger ready to pounce, lay a creature. A creature beyond Annoras wildest nightmares. Its body easily scaled the cliff she stood atop, his head only stopping a few feet below the edge. 

Its eyes snapped to hers, giant turquoise pupils swimming with something she could only describe as animalistic hunger. Its entire form was so massive, she was unable to even fully comprehend it.  

Before she could even attempt to understand what she was seeing, that giant realized he had been seen, and suddenly that creature's hand was shooting upwards towards her.  

The moment he moved, a shrill shriek ripped out from her throat. Any trance she had been put in shattered immediately as she threw herself back, tumbling backwards into the dirt.  

She fell on her back with a thud, just narrowly avoiding the massive hand as it  slammed into the cliff side's surface with a loud thud. She stifled another scream as the ground beneath her rumbled at the strength. 

Its fingers were comparable to nothing except maybe tree trunks, being both wider and taller than her. They curved against the dirt; scraping at the earth's flesh with its shovel like nails as it searched for her. Those claws were not nearly as dull as a shovel's edge though, no, they looked like razors, honed to perfection for hunting.  

The nails dug deep into the dirt, wide lines of division following the creatures recede. The hand slowly slipped off the cliff's edge, and a massive sigh erupted from the horrifying creature below.  

“I missed…”  

The voice…she recognized it. That sweet melody had come from the same creature. But how could something so terrifying sound so wonderful?

That didnt didnt matter though. Not right now. Not when she could feel death knocking at her door. 

She scrambled up onto her feet, nearly tripping over herself as she made a hasty escape. Not even daring to look back as she feared meeting those hunrgy eyes again.

She dashed away, chest heaving as her feet carried her far from danger. 

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I've been utterly destroyed by Siren Venti so I had to write, even if it isnt mermay yet!!! Y'all just have to put up with it.

Thanks @slumberingiant for inspiring and fueling my disaster

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🌙LUCKY 13 WITCHES’ CHALLENGE🌙

🌊 SEA WITCHER

Yeon Aquamarine is a 23 y.o half-blood witcher. His mother was a mermaid and his father is a spellcaster. Yeon had never seen his father and his mermaid mom didn't tell about him a word. Yeon grew up in Sulani. After mother's death of illness he decided to find his father and those rare clues that he found out from island people led the guy to a distant magical land. So he ended up in Glimmerbrook, completely penniless and literally survived by throwing a tent in the woods, but one day, thanks to his great luck, a boy named Luther met Yeon and brought the poor fellow to his grandmother witch. Unfortunately Celeste did not have any information about his dad, but she promised to help the guy in his search and at the same time, teach him the ancient magic of mermaids and witches. Celeste felt by the first sight that Yeon has a great potential of magic, but so far Yeon hasn’t really been able to awaken his witch abilities, no matter how hard he tried.

The guy is very timid and calm by nature. He is a pacifist and just simply hates conflicts. When that happens, coven members often come to him for support and everything somehow resolves by itself. Being next to Yeon for some reason calms their hearts, even if he just listens and silently smiles at you in response and his aquamarine-colored eyes seem to hypnotize u, taking away all sorrows and sadness like the quiet waves of the deep blue ocean.

[heatherxmp]

Break the Surface 🌊 Self Para

 hold me, I want to go home

🌊

  He’s not there.

    Heather is not there in his classroom. He’s not tucked away in a quiet corner of the library reading, nor is he cozy at home with all his familiar things. He’s not cuddled up with Kaz and their cat at Kaz’s place, nor is he out in the park sunning himself with his noise-canceling headphones seated snug over his ears. Nope.

           Heather is where there is no one but himself right now.

   Out far off in the cool and clear sanctuary  of Mount Phoenix’s surrounding ocean waters Heather is floating calmly on the surface, his body relaxed and truly at peace as he drifts in idle wherever the water deems fit to take him. There he is the safest with his eyes closed and all his senses reconnecting with the tiny molecules of water, the breath of his creation, that glide over his skin. His roots are here.

   A lazy current moves and Heather turns himself over and dives down under the water. Small patches of scales are along his neck, his arms and down his uncovered back, a small testament to the fact that while he looks the part of human, he’s not all the way there. No one here on the island is but it’s kind of beautiful when you think about it. Heather thinks about it.

     The siren lets himself sink down a bit, taking in water to his lungs. Their functionality switches easily, his body adjusting like those of his kind do to the water intake. Peace. Total peace finds him there under the surface. Opening his eyes Heather looks up toward the surface. Light comes in shafts down into the blue around him making shadows and highlights on the life therein. He sinks further down as a small school of new fish swims undeterred by his presence as he is not hunting currently.

     Underwater plants tickle at the soles of his feet as he stays suspended in this limbo. How many times had he broken the surface in his lifetime? He turns his head as another fish swims through his hair and away. How many times had he tried to love those on the land? Heather looks back up at the rays of light that slip further and further up and away from him. He had loved Navi- complex and unstable Navi who left him alone with the shell of his heart. He had loved Izzy- when they were both young and sweet. Before they both knew how to hurt each other. Heather smiles a little remembering how he loved Gemini too— a wild and fleeting thing that blossomed and blow away like petals at the end of spring. He’s in love now again.

   Lifting his hands Heather plays with the ripple of light nearest him before floating himself a little away again, movements easy and slow. He’s in no rush to rise right now. He’s happy below the surface drifting in his memories. Bringing his arms back to himself he wraps them around his body and draws his legs up making himself small here. Here it is safe. Here he doesn’t have to know everything or anything or do or say or be anything more than a part of something greater.

    The water holds him, as it always has, when he needs it’s security. At ease he sinks to the bottom of this part of the shore like a clam shell finding rest and lays unbothered on the sands. For a long time he does nothing and thinks nothing anymore, just is. Heather is happy here as he unfurls himself once again after the pause and slowly floats back up. Limbs loose, hair waving in the water he rises until he’s just beneath the surface, eyes closed and face serene.

        I’m wholly myself, he thinks before his eyes slowly open again. And I’m happy. So much lives in those eyes, battles he’s faced and hurt he’s carried deep inside their dark brown wells but before all that is an optimism that lives on his surface.

   I’m happy.

      I’m happy.

        I’m going to be so happy.

  And he will.

   Heather moves then and breaks the surface with a splash and a laugh. On the shore is the wealth of his friends and he hollers at them, “Come on! The water feels great!”

    It does because home is where our heart is.

[honoringthor]

15 days of Thor devotion ⚡ favorite myths.

The myth of Thor crossdressing to get Mjolnir back is pretty popular and I like it too. However, my favorite myth is probably The Lay of Alvis (Alvíssmál). Though the list involved is a bit long. It shows a less violent side of Thor we don't see often. It also educates us on different kennings for different things. It can be found in its entirety in the Poetic Edda❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

Alvis travelled from his world of svartalfheim to Thrud, Thor's daughter, as a wife. Somehow Alvis found Thor at home in Bilskirnir. He didn't recognize the god however and told him to get the goddess.

Thor is unimpressed by Alvis and asked who and what he was. Alvis impatiently introduced himself and bragged that there is nothing he doesn't know and that he lives under a hill in a cave. He explained that the gods had offered Thrud as payment for his work. Something said gods didn't ask permission from Thor for.

Indignant, Thor told Alvis he had the final say on who is daughter married. Still not catching on, Alvis apparently didn't know who Thrud's father was and insulted the god. That's when Thor introduced himself. Nervous now, Alvis decided to actually ask for permission. Instead of agreeing or killing his guest, Thor decided to test him. If he could answer all questions, Thor would allow the marriage.

First Thor asked what is the name of the land that stretches around us in every world? 🌍

"Men call her Earth, the Aesir say Field, the Vanir say Ways, the Jotun call her Evergreen and the elves call her Grower. The most holy gods call her Clay."

Then Thor asked what the sky was called in every world.

"Men call it heaven, gods call it Height, the Vanir call it Wind Weaver, the Jotun call it High Home, elves call it Fair Roof, and dwarves call it Dripping Hall.

"What is the moon called in every world?" Asked Thor.🌙

"Men call him the Moon, the gods call him Mock Sun, in Hel he's the Whirling Wheel, the Jotun call him Whirling Wheel, the Jotun name him Rapid Traveller, dwarves call him Gleamer, elves call him Time Teller."

Thor asked the all knowing Alvis what the sun was called. ☀️

"Men call her the Sun, the gods call her Orb, dwarves call her Dvalin's Delight, Jotun call her Ever Bright, elves call her Fair Wheel, and the sons of ods call her all Glowing."

Then Thor asked what rain was called in every world. 🌧️

Alvis answered "Men call it Clouds, gods say Chance of Showers. The Vanir call is Wind Kites, Jotun name it Hope of Rain, elves call it Weather Might, and in Hel it's Helmets of Secrets."

Thor then asked about the wind. 🌬️

Alvis answered, "Men call it Wind, gods say Waverer, the most holy gods call it neigher, Jotun call it Wailer, elves call it Roaring Traveller, and in Hel it's Blustering Blast."

Now Thor asked what the stillness,, the settling peace, was called in every world.

"Men call it Calm, gods say Quiet, Vanir call it Winds' Hush, Jotun call it Sultry, the elves call it Days' Lull, and the dwarves call it Days'refuge."

Then Thor asked about the ocean 🌊

"Men call it Sea, gods call it Smooth-lying, the Vanir call it Waves, Jotun call it Eel Home, elves call it Drink Stuff and dwarves call it the Deep." Alvis answered.

Thor asked him to tell him about fire . 🔥

"Men call it fire, gods say Flame, Vanir call it Wave, Jotun call it Hungry Biter, dwarves call it Burner, and Hel calls fire Hasty."

And the questions continue until the sun rises and Alvis is turned to stone. I also imagine Thor had a conversation with the other Aesir as well.

[natureasmr95]

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