#🐚: ocean hearted

[kandi-store]

salutations!

i'm kandi! i write, ramble, and more. currently learning about stuff i want to do and try out. will edit this as i go!

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💛: waxing poetic = pretty words! generally writing and poetry

💛: yearning hours = exactly what it says on the cover. can be platonic or romantic.

✨: starry-eyed = space-related content, scientific or otherwise

🐚: ocean hearted = ocean-related content, scientific or otherwise

💛: brushstrokes = any artwork

💛: writing references = prompts, tips, and etc for writing

💕: tag me next time = getting called out by a post

💛: magical! = self explanatory

💗: fun stuff! = polls, q&a's, etc

🧡: pretty things = generally pretty or interesting things I don't have a category for

[childofapollo888]

aphrodite 🐚 offerings / devotional acts

offerings

◇ shells ◇ ocean imagery ◇ swan/dove/sparrow/goose imagery ◇ angel/cherub imagery ◇ heart imagery ◇ valentine's day gifts ◇ imagery/paintings of her ◇ roses/rose imagery ◇ rosehips/rose thorns ◇ rose quartz, amethyst, blue lace agate, ruby, moonstone ◇ skincare/hair care/body care ◇ perfume/cologne ◇ hair brush ◇ mirrors ◇ makeup ◇ water (moon/salt/sea water) ◇ honey ◇ wine ◇ hot chocolate/any chocolates ◇ apples ◇ strawberries/raspberries

devotional acts

◇ give compliments to strangers ◇ dedicate a glass of water to her ◇ collect all types of pretty things ◇ plan your outfits, wear things that make you feel like you ◇ wear jewelry that reminds you of her ◇ create a skincare and body care routine ◇ watch romantic movies or read romantic books ◇ listen to music that makes you feel good, dance to it if you are able ◇ give yourself love, forgive yourself for any mistakes ◇ wear perfume/cologne dedicated to her ◇ fall asleep to sounds of ocean waves or birdsong ◇ take a bath devoted to her ◇ spend time with your loved ones ◇ pour your heart out to someone, or pour your heart out in a journal ◇ donate to women's shelters ◇ create a Pinterest board ◇ eat foods that she likes (strawberries, chocolates, apples, & raspberries) ◇ write poetry about her ◇ talk to her ◇ create a playlist dedicated to her ◇ have a chapstick/lip gloss dedicated to her ◇ paint or draw something that reminds you of her

these are just a compilation of a lot of things i have read, as well as some things that work for me :)

[fabydoll]

ONE NiGHT iN THE SUMMER

❪ 🐚 ❫─── It seems like you wanted to keep one another

ಣ՞. ꒰𝒫airing꒱ dilf!himbo!jungkook && bimbo!fem!reader . . . . ۫ cw, cockwarming ˙⠀⋆ needy reader ˙⠀⋆ power!sub!reader ˙⠀⋆ afterglow ˙⠀⋆ softdom, subby!jungkook ˙⠀⋆ simp!jungkook ˙⠀⋆ implied large age gap ˙⠀⋆ reversed cowgirl ˙⠀⋆ implied nipple kink ˙⠀⋆ they fuck in a beach cabin while reader is on vacation ˙⠀⋆ light smut ಣ՞ 𝓛ibrary + ꒰ 𝓜asterlist ꒱

་༘࿐. ݁summer, pinkpantheress (demo) ⋆ charm, lil hero ˖ . ݁ ݁

The moonlight softly slipped into the dimly lit beach cabin, casting a gentle, ethereal glow. The soft moonlight was the only thing illuminating your angelic, glowing, and damp body. The bed whispered and creaked softly, swaying gently along with the sinful sway of your hips as you rode Jungkook to his breaking point.

The poor thing could only suppress his pretty, little needy and whiny moans by stuffing his pretty face in one of the soft, white, fluffy pillows, your greedy little pussy drinking up every last bit of his sweet cum, like a warm pineapple piña colada, coconut cream on top. He tasted so sweet, like Adonis, the angels, Aphrodite had blessed him themselves; you could practically feel him all the way in your tummy.

You felt so warm, so safe, you felt dazed, lightheaded from how good the pleasure felt.

From how good he felt.

Was this how paradise—heaven felt like?

Lifting up his gorgeous face from the fluffy pillow, he groaned; his voice was melodic, simply hypnotic. “Princess, gotta take it easy on me, don’t know how long I can keep up.” He let out another ungodly beautiful moan as you both reached absolute bliss, your eye lustfully rolled back, fulling you up completely until white, creamy streams of cum dripped down on his sunkissed, perfectly sculpted toned abs. A small, adorable pout appeared on your plush, plump, pink lips, as tiny, perfectly manicured hands daintily played with his swore, reddening nipples.

He was so, so pretty.

Earing you, a soft dazzling smile, as big, tattooed hands reached out to tenderly fondle with your lacey, light pink bra, whose straps loosely hung on your small shoulders, giving a tantalizing view of your blooming, and huge tits “Thought you would want another round or two, snice you know I have to go tomorrow.” Jungkook let a lighthearted chuckle, which softly tinkled in your ears, your heart fluttered. “I know, baby, but it’s getting late, and I don’t think can go for another round, knowing you could go all night long, little minx.” He sweetly teased.

You adorably giggled, lovingly bopping his cute nose. You still wanted more; he was just so addictive. You swore you were going to develop a sex addiction just because of him. But he was right; you could already feel the afterglow setting in. The particles of moonlight dust shimmering in the moonshine looked almost ethereal, not as beautiful as the huge brown doe-eyed, dazed lovesick gaze that stared back at you.

Bopping his nose one more time, laying a needy kiss on his plush lips, as light as a feather, you lightly sighed, “Ok, fine, I guess cuddles won’t hurt. I’ll still get to fuck you in the morning, though, right?” His plump lips between pearly white teeth, cheeks turned a light tint; blushing, he hummed, gently placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Shifting his position, you whined, losing the contact you yearned for so dearly. “No, no, no, don’t pull out yet; you feel so good, kookie.” Jungkook chuckled as you tucked him deeper inside yourself, laying your head on his damp, warm chest.

Listening to his calm, serene heartbeat, the rhythmic sound of gentle ocean waves splashing against the shore, the moonlight glinting off the water, Jungkook’s large, muscular, tattooed arms wrapped around your petite body, whispering sweet nothings and praises, needy kisses that made you giggle and blush, you wish you could stay longer.

In his arms.

𝜗℘ㅤׁㅤ. . fabrianna's thoughts . . . just wanted to practice my smut writing skills tell me whether or not you guys liked it. may or may not make a small drabble series of dilf!jungkook getting fucked by a younger sugar baby/girlfriend. etc. i’m open to suggestions so tell me your thoughts in the comments, toddles.

[starsthewitch]

Star’s beginners guide to Aphrodite worship 🐚💕

Who is Aphrodite?

Aphrodite is the goddess of love, sex, beauty, seduction, and war. She is most commonly known for her immense beauty and her many associations with sex.

What are some things she is associated with?

Doves

Flowers like roses

The colors pink, red, blue, green, white, and gold

Crystals like rose quartz, clear quartz, pearls, diamonds, sapphires, amethyst, rubies, moonstones, and aquamarines

Incense that smells of rose, cinnamon, myrrh, frankincense, vanilla, and jasmine

Her tarot cards, The Lovers, The Empress, and The Star

What can I give to her as offerings?

Shells or shell imagery

Ocean imagery

Swan and dove imagery

Heart imagery

Valentine's day gifts like chocolates

Imagery/paintings that depict her

Roses or rose imagery

Doing skincare for her

Perfumes or colognes

Hairbrushes

Mirrors

Doing your makeup

Moonwater

Strawberries, apples,and raspberries

Devotional acts or things you can do in her honor

Giving compliments to people

Collecting things you find pretty

Wearing jewelry you've offered or devoted to her

Watch or read romantic material

Self-love

Masturbation (if comfortable in doing so)

Sex (if comfortable in doing so)

Wear perfume dedicated to her

Spend time with loved ones

Create a digital altar (these can be done on Pinterest)

Write poetry about her

Write a letter to her

Create or listen to a playlist dedicated to her

Talk to her (tarot cards, dice, pendulum, and other forms of divination work just fine)

What is it like working with her?

When it comes to Aphrodite, in myth, she was often known as a wrathful and jealous goddess. However, since the myths are just stories and are known to exaggerate some details, this isn’t usually the case.

However, when people mention to others that they are interested in working with Aphrodite, they usually say that you absolutely should not. That she is needy, requires a lot of attention and offerings, that if you don’t do what she says, she will take your beauty away.

This is also not the case.

In my experience as an Aphrodite worshipper, she is very loving, along with being insanely passionate. Also being very vocal about her needs and wants.

Often getting signs from her isn’t at all uncommon. I remember the first few weeks I started working with her, I got an image on my feed that had these two eels intertwined together in a heart shape.

You will often feel connected to sea life, the sea in general, wanting to do things for yourself like dressing nicer and wanting to take care of yourself more.

Here are some things I’ve experienced in my time in working with her.

When I first started praying to her, I stuttered and fumbled over my words. A lot. I was oddly nervous about it? I’m not the type to stutter and fumble often. But beginning to feel nervous and even embarrassed in the presence of the goddess of love? Very normal.

She often enjoys getting milk and dark chocolate, along with roses or any kind of flower, real or not. I gave her chocolates, a fake rose, and a real flower for valentines day and she was insanely happy with it. So much so that her candle rested in a heart shape for a short while.

I often saw butterflies, a symbol of Aphrodite.

I often feel inclined to go to the beach, collect seashells, and do things that make me feel good.

I feel more comfortable expressing love. Before, I was never the type to use pet names for people, especially for friends. But i’ve noticed that I now call people sweet and endearing names. Honeybun, sweet pea, boo, sweetie/sweetness, and babes are things i’ve been saying lately.

She is very honest, often not sugarcoating things. I asked her when my ex first asked me out if we’d last. She said no and gave me explicit reasons as to why. Though I still went out and dated them anyway, and it pretty much ended in the way she said.

She very much enjoys art work of her. I’ve drawn her a few times, asking her to guide my hand in doing so.

Whenever I feel unattractive or hate something about my appearance, she usually makes someone compliment me that day or that week. I was having an off day with my hair, and in that same hour, a girl walked up to me and said that she loved my hair and the style it was in.

That is it for my beginners Aphrodite worship guide! I will be doing these for the other two deities I work with, Apollo and Freyja.

I do hope these were helpful. If you have any questions or need assistance with anything, my ask box and my dms are always open. So be sure to shoot me a message!

Much love to you. <3

[with-my-calamitous-love]

OCEAN BLUE EYES / I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT SINK AND DROWN AND DIE ༄

ua! touya todoroki x ua! reader headcanons <3

inspired by gorgeous

- villain touya is a ruthless, cold-hearted maniac. ua, hero-in-training touya is just a prick.

- he’s the kind of student that skips class religiously, but somehow gets amazing grades. he’ll give attitude to anything with legs, including you, but somehow pass every test. he’s also unreasonably competitive, joining about every sports he can make the time for.

- becoming friends with him was inevitable, giving his magnetic field being just a little too strong. at first, he should have taken it as a compliment the way you’d talk to everyone in the room but him. he’s unreasonably gorgeous without even knowing it.

- he’s an asshole, but he’s also funny. he’s the kind of guy that just knows what to say, so fucking cool it makes you hate him so fucking much. he has you feeling like a dumb high school student with a dumb high school crush. because you are.

- little do you know, that feeling is mutual. you’re ruining his life by not being his.

- on the outside, he’s smart, strong, and a great student. on the inside, he’s still got those same battles you’d come to know him for.

- he’s in ua, yes. he’s becoming a hero, yes. but he still wonders if it’ll measure up to what his father wants. sometimes he wonders if he’s doing it for himself, or for the bastard back at home. and though half the reason he’s in ua is to rebel against and piss off his father, he also wonders if he can at least be acknowledged by him.

- during training, he’s thinking about his worth. in class, he’s thinking about who he is. every waking moment spent at school, at home, or alone, he’s terrified of being nothing more than a failure.

- the only time he doesn’t feel like that is with you. which is why he’s so furious when he can’t say anything to your face. how dare you make him feel this way?

- he does the unthinkable, and goes to his mom for advice.

- “touya, you obviously like them.”

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP! sorry, love you.”

- its then you learn more about who he is, beyond just who he’s trying to be. you learn he loves winter, and tries to catch snowflakes on his tongue like a little kid. you learn his favourite meal is soba, and how you learn to make it how he likes it. you learn that he’s an oldest child, and as much as he insists his siblings are pains in his ass, he’ll help natsuo with his math homework, walk fuyumi home from school, and tuck shoto into bed.

- you teach him its okay to just be who he is now. that sometimes, just being happy is the sweetest vengeance against someone who hurt you.

- so you help him pick out his hero name, design his costume and fuel his dreams. he learns that he can be a hero for him. fuck everyone else, as he would say. except you.

- touya becomes your best friend, your ride or die. its this beautiful, parallel universe, one where its possible to save him. one where the light in his soul is nurtured and seen, and one where he’s happy.

- touya todorki is touya todoroki. in every universe, he’ll burn down anyone that gets in his path, whether thats being a villain or a hero. but he’s sure that in every one, you’re there waiting for him.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

huge thank you to @sukunaes for helping me with this! i published this a while ago, but for some reason tumblr hid it 💔 but i’ve gotten to rewrite and add some more thoughts! i also have more ua touya stuff in my drafts 🫧❄️🪽🤍🐚🎧

[whispersinthewaters]

Lil List Of Offerings <3

Offerings for Aphrodite

🩷🕊️🪞🐚

Honey, Wine, Cacao (upg), Hot chocolate (upg), Chocolate, Strawberries, Apples (especially golden ones), Roses, Anemones, Swan imagery, Dove imagery, Rose quartz, Mirrors, Jewelry, Amethyst, Blue lace agate (upg), Ruby (raw or gem, doesn't matter but one is DEFINITELY cheaper), Hair brush, Un used makeup (she does not like it if you keep used makeup on her altar in my experience, upg) Heart imagery, Valentines day gifts (upg), Pomegranate, SHELLS SHELLS SHELLS (she loves em!), Perfume, Water (preferably ocean, salt, or moon water), Paintings of her or the ocean(esp if you made it), Love letters, Rose hips, Raspberries, sweet pastries, Rose thorns, Oysters, Cherubs (upg), Moonstone (upg), rosewater, rosehip oil, hair/skincare stuff, angel depictions (upg), sparrow imagery, goose imagery, ect.

Devotional acts

🩷🕊️🪞🐚

Taking a bath devoted to her, Spending time with a loved one, Visiting the ocean (if your inland a big Lake maybe??), Blowing a kiss to yourself, Pour your heart out to someone, Self care, Spread love, Donate to women's shelters, making a Pinterest board, ect.

Note: this is just from my personal experience, take with a grain of salt!

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Glimpse of Us

summary: routine became something finnick cherished. but course, the capitol must ruin everything, including his love. but he will still find a way to get her back.

finnick odair x fem!reader

content warnings for the whole story: descriptions of death, torture, starvation, and everything described in The Hunger Games, mentions of suicidal thoughts, implications of S/A

mood board + playlist

Prologue.

Everything was perfect that day. Finnick was home for more than a week, something so rare that he cherished. It meant he didn’t have to endure the cold touches of Capitol citizens on his body, it meant he didn’t have to fake a smile, it meant he didn’t act like a show pony, it meant that he could relax, it meant he could be his true self. Most importantly, it meant he could spend time with you.

He spent his mornings swimming in the ocean with you, afternoons in the market with you, and nights cuddled up next to you as you read, a simple domestic routine.

You decided to sleep in that day. Finnick, still wanting to go swim, decided to go alone. While he felt the cool waves against his skin, he thought about what you two would do that day, what you guys would have for lunch and dinner, what you guys would buy at the market, what book you would read, simple thoughts.

Simple thoughts that he should’ve cherished for longer.

He returned from the beach around noon, he expected to find you in the living room baking, or on the back porch reading.

Instead, he found you in the living room, a look of shock and horror on your face.

"As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each District.”

“Finnick.” you whispered to him.

He saw red. How could they do this? How could they take his and yours normalcy away? “They can’t do that.”

“Finnick…”

He leaps from the couch and shuts off the TV, “They can’t do that!” he shouts.

“Finnick please!” you say, your voice raised slightly.

“They can’t- they can’t make us go back there. They can’t. They already put us through so much- They can’t do this!” he says, shaking his head. “Finnick please sit back down.”

He paces the room, “He’s doing this to get rid of her. Because of her, we’re all going back to hell.”

He was referring to Katniss Everdeen. He knew you knew that, you both were in the Capitol when she and Peeta Mellark won. You both knew that stunt she pulled would cause trouble. But neither of you expected this.

“Finny…it’s not her fault. She’s one of us. It’s Snow, it’s his fault” you say as you cup his face.

He closes his eyes and puts his hands on yours. “I won’t let them take you away from me angel. I won’t.” “I know Finny…I know.”

🌊 .·:*¨🌊🐚🌊¨*:·. 🌊

It had been ten years since his name was in the mix to be reaped, only six since yours. There weren’t that many female victors for four, so chances of you being picked were high.

Finnick prayed that the odds would be slim to none.

As you both approached the town square, Finnick squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead.

“I love you angel. No matter what happens, remember that.”

“I love you too Finnick, always.”

He then reluctantly let go of your hand, dreading the fact that that exchange of love may have been your last.

You both stood on separate sides, Finnick in his white tunic, you in a simple baby blue dress.

“The male tribute for District Four….”

“Finnick Odair.”

Finnick held back his emotions and flashed a cocky grin for the cameras. He knew he would be reaped. He knew it from the beginning.

“And for the female tribute…”

“Annie Crest-“

“I volunteer as tribute.”

Finnick’s heart felt like stopped. He hoped he was hearing things. You couldn’t have volunteered. You couldn’t.

He slowly looked over and saw you whispering something to Annie before walking to the front.

No.

No no.

No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You weren’t supposed to go in.

“The male and female tributes of District Four ladies and gentlemen!”

Finnick quickly walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms, placing a kiss atop your head. “Angel…why…you weren’t supposed to..”

“We’re in this together Finny. You and me.”

He gazes into your eyes, your soft, loving eyes, pressing his forehead against yours and whispering ‘I love you’ to you as the cameras shuttered.

“You and me angel. Always.”

A/N: RAHHHH ITS OUT!!! omg i hope u guys liked this, be prepared for LOTS of angst and some cute moments between finnick and reader >:) ANYWAYSSSS again i hope u guys liked this and very special announcment

🥁🥁🥁🥁

WE ARE ALMOST AT 100 FOLLOWS!!! YAYYY

tysm for all the recent love u guys, actually. im so grateful for all of you <333 have an amazing day/afternoon/night

love u guys <3

[seafoamaphrodite]

Aphrodite symbols and meanings

🕊️ the dove is a symbol of love and peace, often associated with Aphrodite’s more feminine and maternal side

🐚 ocean imagery like shells, seafoam, and coral are associated with Aphrodite because of her birth story in Greek mythology, and symbolizes rebirth

🌹 roses are associated with love, beauty, and passion

🌿 myrtle was often found in Greek temples, and represents love

🐬 a rarer association, again stemming from her seafoam birth as well as dolphins’ affectionate nature

🍎 apples, particularly golden, due to the myth of the golden apple

🐝 associated with fertility, feminine energy, and sweetness

🦢 swans symbolize beauty, grace, elegance, and femininity (my fav)

🦪 pearls are associated with Aphrodite because of the aphrodisiac nature of oysters, as well as her general shell relation

❤️ obviously hearts represent love, and are often associated with the love goddess as a result

[thewitchinthecloset35]

Honouring & Offering: Aphrodite Edition

Love ❤️ Self-love ❤️ Spend time with a loved one ❤️ Compliment someone ❤️ Draw hearts ❤️ Hug someone you care about

Passion 🔥 Dedicate a passion project 🔥 Create pretty moodboards 🔥 Plan a project thoroughly 🔥 Donate to a women’s charity/shelter 🔥 Support LGBT+ rights

Beauty 💄 Make-up 💄 Wear pink, red, blue, gold 💄 Dedicate jewellery 💄 Personal hygiene 💄 Self-care routine

Sea 🐚 Visit the beach 🐚 Seashells 🐚 Learn to swim 🐚 Donate to charities cleaning the ocean 🐚 Save water

Lust ❤️‍🔥 Embrace your sexuality ❤️‍🔥 Discuss boundaries with your partner ❤️‍🔥 Make time to discover yourself ❤️‍🔥 Support sex workers ❤️‍🔥 Dress in a way that makes you feel attractive

War ⚔️ Speak up for what you care about ⚔️ Shadow work for self-image ⚔️ Spicy foods ⚔️ Don’t allow people to walk over you ⚔️ Uplift and fight for other women

Crystals 🪨 Rose quartz 🪨 Aquamarine 🪨 Pearls 🪨 Diamond 🪨 Ruby

Plants 🌱 Roses 🌱 Apple 🌱 Daffodil 🌱 Vanilla 🌱 Anemones

Misc. 💗 Honour Ares and her children 💗 Work with Fridays and the number 4 💗 Celebrate Aphrodisia and Adonia 💗 Read romance or poetry 💗 Feed birds, especially swans or doves

[deansbeer]

⌢⌢ ˚ 𖨂 INTRODUCING. beachbum!reader ﹒ ୨ৎ

created by KARI her SPOTIFY playlist

🐚 ⎯⎯ BEACHBUM!READER is everything DEAN WINCHESTER didn't know he needed, but somehow, she fit into his life like she was always meant to be there. she's the type of girl who could spend hours on the sand, soaking up the sun, watching the waves crash against the shore, and collecting seashells like they were little treasures. she's got a deep love for the ocean, a connection to it that runs so strong, it's almost like she's part of it. if she had her way, she'd probably be a mermaid, and DEAN? well, that's exactly what he calls her—his MERMAID BABY. it's a nickname that just stuck, and every time he says it, she can't help but beam.

her hair, once a rich dark brown, has lightened over time, kissed by the sun and saltwater. she's always out there, either swimming, sunbathing, or walking along the shoreline, and it shows. her skin has that perfect sun-kissed glow, and she's always got that laid-back, carefree energy that comes from being so connected to the beach. her shared bedroom with DEAN is full of little reminders of the ocean—trinkets, seashells, and those adorable sonny angel figures she loves to collect. he always pretends like he doesn't get it, but deep down? DEAN loves how much joy she gets from her little collections. it's just another part of her that makes her, well, beachbum!reader.

despite dean's life being full of hunting, danger, and chaos, she always finds a way to make sure he slows down and takes a breath. she's managed to convince him to go with her to the beach whenever they get the chance, and though he grumbled about the sand at first—getting in his boots, sticking to his skin—he's learned to tolerate it. more than that, he's actually started to appreciate it. maybe it's because of her. no, it's definitely because of her. she's got that kind of effect on him. bobby and sam always give him crap about how tan he's gotten lately, and he just smirks, knowing exactly who to blame. she's always reminding him to get enough vitamin d, but not without slathering him in sunscreen first, because lord knows he'll burn if she doesn't.

she's a mix of contradictions that somehow work perfectly. you'd think summer would be her favorite season, given how much she loves the sun and the sea, but NO—it's winter that steals her heart. she loves everything about it, from the cozy clothes to the chilly air, and she's constantly surprising dean with how much she looks forward to the colder months.

when she's not sunbathing or collecting seashells, you'll find her cruising around in her black mini cooper, a car that's as adorable as she is. it smells like the ocean inside—thanks to the ocean-scented air fresheners she always has—and it's decorated with little nods to her beach-bum lifestyle. DEAN, of course, finds the car a bit too small for his taste, but he can't help but love how clean and tidy she keeps it, almost like how he treats baby.

she's always dressed to impress—whether it's in her own hand-knitted mini skirts ( usually in pastel colors like soft pinks, blues, greens, purples, & yellows ) or dolled up in a cute dress and heels for a date night with dean. but she's also got that laid-back vibe, too. she's just as comfortable in baggy sweats and one of dean's hoodies, usually on a quick target run or picking up groceries. DEAN secretly loves when she steals his hoodies, though he'd never admit—not without giving her a hard time about it first. but it's all part of the charm.

when DEAN is out in the driveway, tinkering with BABY, she's usually not far behind. she'll wander out in one of her prettiest bikinis, shorts unbuttoned, towel slung over her shoulder, and her favorite pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. even if dean's covered in car oil, grime, or sweat, she doesn't care. she'll still wrap her arms around him from behind, press a quick peck to his cheek, and announce she's off for a swim. it's just what she does—effortlessly weaving herself into his life, into his routine, making everything feeling a little lighter, a little better.

she's always barefoot, her gold anklet glimmering in the sun, with perfectly pedicured toes or manicured nails that dean insists on paying for, no matter how much she protests. she likes to be independent, sure, but when DEAN flashes her that grin and presses a kiss to her pout, she can't help but give in. and when she comes back with a fresh mani 'n pedi, dean showers her with compliments, telling her how pretty the color looks on her skin.

their life together is full of little moments of love, affection, and yes, sometimes passion. they've made love on the beach, in the water, and in the shower when the mood strikes, but it's never just about the physical connection. it's about those quiet, tender moments they share, like walking hand-in-hand along the shore or swimming together for hours, talking about everything and nothing, laughing, joking, and just being them. beachbum!reader is DEAN'S mermaid baby && beach girl and wherever life takes them, she's always going to be the one who reminds dean winchester to slow down and enjoy the view.

✶ EXTRAS. this idea came to me while i wrote that blurb about dean sneaking photos of you at the beach. it was too cute to pass up. 'n it's kinda what i had in mind while writing it, but you can picture it as anyone you want or even yourself <3 this is just my take.

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[harmoonix]

🐚✨Mystique Astrology Observations 🐚✨

✨Mermaids Songcord✨

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❤️⚠️ Long Post + Some asteroid Observations ⚠️🐚

🐚 - Water in big 3 (Sun, Moon or Rising) indicates being a very intuitive and spiritual person. Someone who can be gifted spiritually and physically

🐚 - Asteroid Psyche (16) in water signs are ethereal, they are so romantic, sweet, kind and lovely. They can be extremely nurturing aswell and can possess healing powers (when it comes to they soul)

🐚 - Venus in water signs experience romance at a very deeply level. They want to connect and feel everything, they want to feel their partners 100% close to them, they need safety in them

🐚 - Lacking Water Element in your birth chart usually means someone who can be more logical than emotional, someone who might not be that spiritual or someone who is using their brain more than their heart in situations

🐚 - Sun in the 12th house or Sun at Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°) can be attracted to mysticism, magic, mistery since they were kids. The native is usually born with a curiosity in this side

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🐚 - Love it can always feel more intense for those who have Pluto - Venus aspects, they are also becoming clingy very fast and attached to their partners and vice versa

🐚 - North Node in a water sign usually indicates a life dedicated to spiritually and self growth, someone who can be a balance between spirituality and the real world

🐚 - Asteroid Sirene [1009] in water signs can use their emotions to be more fatale, seductive, attractive to others. You can also manipulate people with the emotions you have

🐚 - Moon - Mercury aspects have such lovely voices, very cute and very childish - like, also their voices might sound younger or lighter

🐚 - Vesta [4] in water signs cannot help but just trying to find their own soul purpose in this life, this placement indicates someone creative, artistic, spiritual and with a deep desire for finding true love

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🐚 - Neptune aspecting Moon can give mermaid vibes, is their aura and energy, someone very empathic and kind, someone pure

🐚 - Moon prominent in your chart (Moon aspecting Sun, Rising, Venus, Mercury, Mars) makes the native to be sensitive, emotional, fragile, just like a little deer baby. Which is perfectly fine to be like that, is your soul nature

🐚 - Moon in Water Signs can feel more connected to water sources, river, sea, ocean, lakes etc, can be a therapy for them and used as healing

🐚 - Neptune - Ascendant/Neptune - Sun aspects can often be with their head in clouds, somehow the natives are always thinking to something

🐚 - Sun in Sagittarius/Sun at Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°) are honestly the best people to hang out with, they have a good humour, good stories to tell about, can be very supportive and extremely friendly or social

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🐚 - Scorpio Risings are very intense and challenging, those natives can be really loyal and good friends to keep around. They don't like to hurt people so they can be extremely protective of their loved ones

🐚 - Libra Risings are so beautiful, it makes sense because their ruler planet is Venus but they are really born with an unique beauty in them

🐚 - Capricorn Risings are extremely kind people. They love to share and to be around those who have a good mood/vibe. Someone very peaceful and who prefers to stay out of drama and focusing on themselves

🐚 - Aries Risings are natural born leaders. They love to rule, to be dominant, fierce, on top and they like competition pretty much. I swear is always ride or die with them

🐚 - Moon in the 9th house or Moon in the 9th house degrees (9°. 21°) have a deep respect for other cultures, traditions and people. They love to learn about new things everyday because that's what it gives them adrenaline + Is a very powerful house to have the moon here

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🐚 - Moon in the 2nd house or Moon at 2nd house degrees (2°, 14°,26°) can have a certain aesthetic and beauty in them, they can have a very gorgeous body and light like to wear a lot of jewels

🐚 - Moon in the 3rd house or Moon at 3rd house degrees (3°, 15°,27°) are having gorgeous pretty voices, someone with a very good voice. These people might be good at voice acting because their voice might be pretty unique

🐚 - Aphrodite Asteroid [1388] in Venusian degrees (2°, 7°, 14°, 19°, 26°) Aphrodite feels like home here and loves it, the native can be blessed with talents and beauty. Someone who can be aslo extremely appealing

🐚 - Aphrodite Asteroid [1388] in the 5th house loves having fun, going out, partying, i feel like Lady Aphrodite would love this house so much. Is also the house of sex and the native can be pretty hypersexual

🐚 - Aphrodite Asteroid [1388] in the 6th house can have really gorgeous bodies, extremely talented, perfectionist, always positive and moody sometimes with their own feelings. The people around you can find you pretty and attractive

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🐚 - Aphrodite [1388] - Pluto aspects can possess an threatening vibe, (not dangerous) just someone with a very intense energy and who can easily find people being jealous on them

🐚 - Libra and Taurus Moons have gorgeous eyes. They are sooo pretty for sure with this Venus charm who makes them attractive

🐚 - Lilith - Moon aspects are classified as one of the most intense aspects to have in a birth chart. This energy can often be felt as Lilith herself trying to help the native to get their own power

🐚 - Vesta [4] in harsh aspects with Venus makes the native to be distracted for pleasure. This aspects are meant to create harmony and beauty but are often distracted by their lust or pleasure (Your soul mission is to find true love)

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🐚 - Asteroid Psyche [16] prominent in a chart symbolizes the capacity for psychic sensitivity to the mind and feelings of another person

Psyche in Air Signs - Psyche feels like home when she is in an air sign,here the native can be gifted with spiritual gifts

Psyche in Water Signs - Psyche feels a good sensation for her, something that will bring empathy and harmony

Psyche in Fire signs - Psyche has control over everything and feels fierce and confident, strong with a good sense of living the life

Psyche in Earth Signs - Psyche is good at manifesting here. She can manifest and achieve with her mind and goals

🐚 - Psyche [16] - aspecting Chiron indicates abilities in psychic healing and emotions/soul

🐚 - Psyche [16] - in synastry with Eros [433] brings an soulmate connection with that type of person

🐚 - Psyche [16] - aspecting Uranus can be see in the future. Having prophetic dreams and often manifesting deja-vu

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🐚❤️ Love the aesthetics I made with this post 😍🤌🏼 + making new observations about one of my new fav asteroids Psyche 🤌🏼❤️ Last 2 photos are from a different universe 🤭🤭🤭❤️

❤️🐚 Love y'all, hope you have a good day and be blessed with a light and warm energy ❤️🐚

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Harmoonix 🐚❤️

[deadghosy]

Sebastian && Ominis with a siren/mermaid!reader hcs

🐚 ྀ࿓immediately when it was spread around how the new fifth year was a half merfolk. Sebastian was amazed while ominis was a bit skeptical. He never really believed in those kinda tells. 

🐚 ྀ࿓even after getting to know you a lot. And how Sebastian described your tail when you went in water, Ominis still didn’t believe until he felt your energy shift. Felt your tail scales, heard you talk in your own language. But also when he heard first years say that an actual mermaid or siren perhaps was in the water.

🐚 ྀ࿓sallow most definitely watches you swim through the window to the ocean. He finds you magical. He may even playfully draw a heart against the window only to feel his heart swell at how you made a heart air bubble

🐚 ྀ࿓those two always wait by the window to see you. Well mostly seeing from Sebastian while Ominis is just there for your presence.

🐚 ྀ࿓Sebastian would put his feet in the water while you are full on mermaid mode whilst Ominis is just relaxing, bathing in the sun.

🐚 ྀ࿓your two slytherin boys heart melts when you give them sea treasures. Immediately they want to gift you some things as well.

🐚 ྀ࿓Sebastian who sometimes thinks if you get water poured onto your arms you would turn into a mermaid accidentally on land. He told this to Ominis who didn’t worry much as you told him yourself you have to be in ocean water fully.

🐚 ྀ࿓Ominis who just feels the ocean for you when you are in there. He likes how you hold his hand and not pull him in like a jerk.

🐚 ྀ࿓these two Slytherins are very protective. They don’t even let a single male student talk to you. In fear of them not being your favorite best friends. They personally say that they are your boys.

🐚 ྀ࿓ “can you speak fish?” Sebastian says as he plays with your hair in charms class. Ominis scrunched up his face hearing that question while you snickers. “Sebsatian. Please be quiet” Ominis says, which makes you laugh out a little bit.

🐚 ྀ࿓Sebastian who makes you try to talk to a fish only for you to slap the back of his head and tell him no yourself

🐚 ྀ࿓you three sometimes get into mischief if a person tries to sale you. Only to know you got two protective Slytherin boys by your back. Ready to harm anyways trying to harm you. Especially Sebastian.

🐚 ྀ࿓if you can sing just like how sirens and mermaid are told to sing. Except Ominis and Sebastian standing over you in your bed wanting you to sing them to sleep. It was Sebastian’s idea, dragging Ominis in this.

🐚 ྀ࿓Sebastian makes you a sea shell bracelet..it was garbage but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

🐚 ྀ࿓gaunt is an excellent boy who loves to just sleep by the window if you choose to sleep with the sea critters. He doesn’t care for odd looks. He likes your attention and presence most.

🐚 ྀ࿓Sebastian definitely has a field trip when you two prank Ominis. He can sense your energy, yes but he can’t sense it with you deep under water.

🐚 ྀ࿓it’s all love as Sebastian says sorry along with you just agreeing. Head out of the water as well. You three go back to the house and relax like the trio you are.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Siren!Leon headcannons 🧜🏼‍♂️🐚

A/N: this was so much fun!!! I got a little carried away, but I feel there's still so much I could add here, so let me know if you want to see more! There's not smut in this one sadly, because um... idk.. how that would work?

~Fi 🐝

《Prompt》: lovely request by @maviettt is here!

《Warnings》: brief mentions of gore and Leon eating people, obessesive and possessive Leon, some angst, insecure Leon :(, lots of luv for the fish boy <3

《Word count》: 2.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Siren!Leon, who spends his days luring all the pretty sailors to their demise, having himself a tasty meal of naivety and pure unawareness. I mean, what girl wouldn't be enarmoured with this handsome and so kind merman, right? With his blue, ocean eyes and shiny scales.

Siren!Leon, who lurs them in with promises of love and care, only to yank them into the deep sea and tear into them with his pointy teeth. He's not too fond of doing this, but he doesn't really have a choice, and you get hardened over the years.

Siren!Leon, who casually swims through a nearby Lagoon, catching a glimpse of you and your sisters lounging in the sun. You're laughing, and Leon swears that you're the Siren in this scenario. You look so pretty with your colorful, glittery tail. Your damp hair that's drying up from the salty water. The small trinkets braided into your locks and hung from your body.

Siren!Leon, who is always drawn back to this Lagoon, always wanting to see you again. He thinks you're a bright, shining pearl, and the world is your oyster. But he also understands that you're off limits to him. You would be scared of him, wouldn't you? You're such a pretty thing. His treasure.

Siren!Leon, who admires you from afar, always hoping to see you smile once again. He's infatuated with you. He's sighing dreamily when he sees you throw your head back in laughter or hiding your giggles behind your hand.

Siren!Leon, who looks for you after he hasn't seen you at the Lagoon for a while, only to find you washed up on the beach, all tangled up in a net. You look so... dry. The colors of your tail are dulled, and your skin doesn't look like it was kissed by the morning dew anymore.

Siren!Leon, who is so conflicted. He needs to help you, but what if he scares you? He doesn't want to risk that. You're the favorite part of his day! Alas, he relents and carefully swims up to you as close as he can before gently tugging you back into the water by your tail.

Siren!Leon, who holds you until you've gotten some of the ocean's energy into you. He can basically watch you flourish as you're returned to your home. But his heart breaks when you gain back consciousness and immediately try and get away from him.

Siren!Leon, who tries to explain to you that he just wants to help. You're still bound in the net, and you can't swim properly like this. You're obviously skeptical. Acting all kind and luring people in was kind of his deal as a Siren, after all. But there's something so soft about his voice and expressions.

Siren!Leon, who truly has no bad intentions, but he has to restrain himself from pouncing on you the second you give him the go-ahead to free you from the net with his sharp teeth.

Siren!Leon, who doesn't miss your blush, when his lips brush against your skin while he's chewing you out of your bounds. He can't help himself and grins, and accidentally bumps his lips against your scales more just to see you react.

Siren!Leon, who is quite flustered himself when you thank him and tell him that he's not as scary as you thought he would be. And when you tell him you like the color of his scales and his cute little fin ears, he is over the moon!!

Siren!Leon who tries to hide his malicious side from you as best as he can just because he is terrified that you would be scared of him. Maybe even disgusted. He doesn't want that.

Siren!Leon, who sees you wave to him on his usual morning round past the Lagoon, and he almost passes out. Yeah, he had saved you, but for you to so boldly be nice to him in front of your sisters? He's thinking of that for the rest of the day.

Siren!Leon, who gets bolder each day, waving back with a smile, maybe even greeting you and your sisters until he fully swims up to all of you! He's kinda crushed when your sisters scatter like little anchovies. He just wanted to say hi :(

Siren!Leon, who gets comforted and assured by you, saying that "they don't know you like I do." You explain how, although Leon is a Siren, he's so sweet! He saved you from certain death, after all.

Siren!Leon, who eventually gets taken in by your sisters, and he gets to lounge in the Lagoon with you. Some are still a little weary, but as time goes on, they all warm up to that smile and those pretty eyes.

Siren!Leon, who only has eyes for you. You are the sun in his sky, the moon that guides his tides. He's head over heels for you. It started off as forbidden glances, admiring your beauty, and now he is making you laugh and spending as much time with you as he can.

Siren!Leon, who knows you're falling for him too when you start bringing him little treasures and trinkets that you found. It's usually a shiny rock or a seashell, but sometimes you bring him valuable shinies from recent shipwrecks that you're not supposed to be around.

Siren!Leon, whose heart pumps out of his chest when he sees all your sisters nudging you in his direction with your hand behind your back and a red face. He revels in your cuteness when you shyly press the rock into his hand and speed off.

Siren!Leon, who starts calling you his treasure or his pearl. That's exactly what you are to him, and he needs the whole seven seas to know that. Plus, your pretty smile and the kiss to the cheek he gets from you after is a nice bonus.

Siren!Leon, who lets you decorate him and his tail when you run out of space on your own. You tie cloth and braided seaweed around his fin and arms, adding one of your little trinkets at the end. He wears them with pride because everyone knows they're from you.

Siren!Leon, who loves to braid your hair for you. You're always finding more pretty things to put in your hair, and you can't see the back, obviously, but he loves doing it for you. He gets so good to the point that he's doing all of your sisters' hair, too.

Siren!Leon, who rarely goes back to luring humans to their death, simply because he would rather spend time with you. He's acquired a taste for small fish, which unfortunately can't match the salivating taste of humam flesh, but he's willing to give it all up for you. he's still so worried that you'll catch him one day and see the monster he truly is.

Siren!Leon, who sits in the small tide pool close to a bay, soaking up the moonlight with you, and the way it makes you look ethereal. You look even prettier like this than in the sun. The silvery streaks reflect off of your features so beautifully, and he knows that he's doomed.

Siren!Leon, who spends all of his nights with you, not wanting that image of your lovely self dipped in the rays of Mother Moon to go away. He loves talking to you at night. Sharing quiet stories and tales interrupted by soft giggles.

Siren!Leon, who kisses you for the first time on the beach where he saved you. He melts when he finally feels your lips on his, and he's holding you so tight and full of love that you can't imagine being anywhere else.

Siren!Leon, who found a pearl at the bottom of the ocean, your favorite color, and he gives it to you as a gift under one of those moonlit nights. He's confessing his love to you, giving the pearl to you as a sign of always wanting to be with you.

Siren!Leon who doesn't know whether to blush and hide or be giddy like an idiot when he sees you wearing his pearl the next morning, showing it off to all your sisters who are all in awe of its beauty.

Siren!Leon, who loves to spend his days lying in the sand with you, playing with the many small braids and twists that adorn your silky locks. There's not much to do, but you make the days go by so fast.

Siren!Leon, who goes ballistic when your sisters rush to tell him that you've been captured by some filthy pirates while you were out exploring a new shipwreck, trying to find more odds and ends for your collection.

Siren!Leon, who can feel his blood boil in his veins. It's like a switch was flipped, and he falls back into his bloodthirsty and feral ways. It scares your sisters, but they know he's doing it for you.

Siren!Leon, who follows your scent and your soft pleads for mercy as the pirates decide whether to gut you or keep you for themselves. He has never swam this fast in his life. He had a strong tail, no doubt, but he pushed himself to his limit only to get to you.

Siren!Leon who feels so deeply and can feel the storm brewing inside of him. He can't help but feel somewhat reassured when dark, thick clouds rise in the sky and heavy winds, rain, and thundering streaks of lightning descend from the sky. He thanks Mother Moon with all his being for helping him rescue his treasure.

Siren!Leon, who sneaks close to the ship undetected, due to the heavy rain and loud thunder. He is out for blood, and one thing is clear; that ship will sink today, and he will make them pay.

Siren!Leon who punches holes into the body of the ship with his strong tail, making the ship sink slowly into the dark embrace of the ocean.

Siren!Leon, who when he finally gets to the bastard pirates, tears them to shreds without a thought. Thick crimson spills into the rowdy waters, and you can almost see the red reflecting in his eyes.

It's a mess of limbs and guts, the blood clinging to his pale skin like a curse. He doesn't want to admit how refreshing this felt- he was still a siren after all.

Siren!Leon who snaps out of his craze and immediately starts searching for you, calling out your name with desperation and fear. The lightning gets worse as he looks around frantically.

Siren!Leon, who finally spots you clinging to a piece of wood with bloody hands and teary eyes. He rushes over to you, and the relieved cries that rip from your throat make his heart hurt.

Siren!Leon, who scowls at the deep gash on your tail, no doubt courtesy of those pirates. He embraces you so softly, kissing your temple and whispering sweet reassurances to you.

You sniffled and looked up at him, the rain slowly washing away the blood that tarnished his skin. You spotted tears of his own welling up in his blue eyes, pained by the image of your wounded self. He never stopped stroking your hair and wiping away the rain that mixes with your tears as it falls on your face.

"They... they only hurt me because I didn't want to give them... this.." You spoke quietly, opening your bloody hand, revealing the pearl he had gifted you now smeared with blood. Leon felt his heartbeat all the way in his head. The gusting winds, loud thunder and the electrifying strikes of lightning died down and the surface of the water stilled into a soft ripple as he stared at you, not knowing what to do, or to feel.

Only the soft patter of rain on the ocean filled the silence that lingered between you two. Leon swallowed thickly and cupped your face, finding his words.

"My treasure, My pearl... why?"

You'd never heard him this hurt, defeated before.

"Because you gave it to me."

With your simple answer, he pulled you tight against his chest with his lips pressed to your forehead, hoping the rain would cover the tears that ran down his face, soaking into your hair.

Siren!Leon, whose blood freezes in his veins when you catch a glimpse of the massacre he had left and absolute horror washes over your face. He can feel his heart shatter with the way you look at him, with so much fear and- ...gratitude?

Siren!Leon, who gets the words knocked out of his head once again, when you softly touch his cheek and tell him that you're not afraid of him. You're still shaken up, in agony, and dismembered bodies aren't part of your usual routine.

But you tell him that you could never be scared of him. You know he would never hurt you, he loves you, and he only did what he needed to in order to rescue you. You're fully aware of what he is- a Siren, not a monster. He proved that to you many times with his gentle and kind nature. He feels pathetic when he breaks down as you whisper that you love him and press kisses to his hair. You're hurt, and he's crying, utterly overwhelmed by you and your love.

Siren!Leon, who will take care of you and the wound on your tail until it's fully healed. He gently drapes seaweed wraps over the gash and always makes sure you're not in any pain. He will make you hang onto him by his neck when he swims so you can still get around but not put any strain on your tail.

Siren!Leon, who plucks a scale from his tail and gifts it to you as full proof of his love and devotion for you. It hangs around your neck, right next to the pearl he had given you, and he can't help but smile when he sees how his shimmery blue scale looks against your skin.

Siren!Leon, who wears one of your scales on a cloth, tied around his arm, proudly showing it off whenever he can. Because he's as much yours as you are his. <3

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I loved writing this so much!! Lmk your thoughts on Siren!Leon <3

More Leon works are here 🩷

《Tag list》: @dmitriene @k-fallingstar @vampkennedy

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[frostedshore]

Canon storyline: Azure Bluesea has always been told to stay away from humans. His father, the mermaid king, hates the surface dweller because they destroy the ocean. But one day, Azure met Aiden Reeves while he was diving in the most dangerous depths of the ocean. Mesmerized by Azure's blue scales, Aiden come back day after day just to get another glimpse at Azure, sometimes placing gifts from the surface world in places only Azure will find. Amused by the friendly diver, Azure finally talked to him. Aiden is a little silly, but Azure found out that human isn't that bad. After they become friends, Azure decided to drop her princess title & decides to live amongst the humans. She have the whole surface world to explore! Starting with no money, Aiden offered her to stay in his houseboat in the meantime. And they were roommates... for now. But will her perception of humans change after she fell in love with Rajan (Isla Paradiso's playboy)? Will she get her heart broken? Will she hates humans and go back to the ocean? Or maybe her soulmate has always been besides her the whole time? Could Aiden be more than her roommate?

Fun fact: She's actually an edit of Isla Paradiso's mermaid Mia Azul. Her traits are hopeless romantic, athletic, lucky, angler, hot-headed and she's a capricorn.

Or... play her however you wish! :3

🍹⛵Download Sim / Sliders🐚𓇼

CC IS NOT INCLUDED. DOWNLOAD IT ON YOUR OWN.

skin, eyemask, eyelash 1, eyelash 2, eyeliner, eyebrow, blush, lipstick, gloss, highlight, contacts, hair, belly chain, belly piercing, skirt, bikini top, berry crown. i can't find her freckles but any recolorable freckles will do (recolor it to white if u want).

additional must download: i can't remember if i include this slider in my sliders folder bc i barely use it. but yeah you need to download the additional slider just in case.

info: i copied her everyday outfit to all her outfits. i'm currently using this simple reshade.

TOU: as usual, feel free to rename, edit feature, make this as a base as long as you dont claim the sim & my style as your own :3 as you can tell i put a lot of love to my sims so i'll be really sad if you want the credit for yourself >.<

[eyesxxyou]

𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆 🏴‍☠️🐚

| v. five | to weave a basket

🐚・・・pirate!Hobie x mute!siren!reader.

𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱: light drinking. vague mentions of death. descriptions of fire. hobie kind tweaks out in this one. yelling. glass breaking. reader gets scared.

↳ ❝ but there were ways to bring home back in the darkest of nights ❞

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

The crackle of the fire popped in Hobie’s ears. The heat radiating off of it kept his shivering at bay as he sat under the open night sky, twinkling with stars winking at him with secrets shared between them. His mother sat at his side, weaving a basket she had been working on for a few days. The fire crackled again, and popped with embers that just narrowly missed Hobie’s toes. He wiggled them into the sand.

He yawned and curled up into his mother, slowly climbing into her lap from under her arm. She welcomed him in as any mother would. She wrapped her arms around him and let him rest his head on her bosom as she continued weaving her basket before the fire for light. Her hum rattled her chest. Hobie thought he could hear the tune through her ribcage.

Hobie could hear the ocean just beyond the fire. Her white waves crashing into sharp rocks and rounding out their rough edges. He wanted to be crashed into, rounded out, made soft. But he was young, he had no sharp edges yet, no hardened heart. He was just a boy with his mother.

That basket would never be completed. He’d never hear her hum her tune again. They’d never sit next to their fire and enjoy each other's company.

If only Hobie could realize that this was the last time he’d ever be truly happy.

Childhood ripped from trembling hands that so desperately reached out for it. His mother's scent still lingered in his nose, her warmth on his skin, her song in his ears. He rocked back and forth slowly and breathed deeply in hopes that maybe –just maybe– he could fall back into slumber and experience his last moments of real joy.

Hobie trembled violently in his bed. His eyes glossed over, tears swelling in his eyes that he quickly blinked away for his own sake. Crying would do him no good now. What's done is done.

But he could mourn. He could mourn what could have been. The life he could have had, taking care of his mother who would be old by now. Instead he was out at sea with no home and with a responsibility to his crew. He was a captain of one of the most fearsome crews in the region but with great power comes no future.

After the sorrow came the numbness. A drink would do him some good. It was just late enough into the night that no one would be awake to bother him. Whoever was in the bird’s-nest would probably be asleep too, lazy bastards. He loved them all dearly.

With quivering hands, Hobie went around his cabin, pulling on the clothes he had left strewn about the night before in his haste to get some rest. How naive to think that this would be the night where that would be a possibility for him. All sleep was restless and a waste of time. Always haunted and traumatized by what he had seen in his short, little life.

With his clothes on and a lantern in hand, Hobie opened the door to his cabin and just narrowly missed tripping over the curled up body on the floor. He always forgot about you and you quirk of finding your way to his door in the middle of the night like a dutiful pet. Slightly annoyed by it, Hobie nudged you with his foot to get up. “Come on, pearl. Ya can' sleep ‘ere, ya know tha’.”

You had a habit of sleeping just outside his door. Ever since the crew found out about you (Gwen couldn't keep her mouth shut) he’s made you sleep in the storage room. But you always managed to find your way back outside his door every single night. You couldn't be separated from him. No matter how much distance he attempted to put between the two of you, you were in a constant fight to close the gap.

You hummed and purred and rolled over like a cat, your eyes slowly fluttering open. They glittered under the dim light of the lantern like gold coins. You sat up slowly, looking up with him with your puppy-like gaze, sweet and soft with a tenderness Hobie hasn't seen in many, many years.

You stood before him with all your precious beauty. The flickering flame of the lantern made you glow so subtly. How ethereal. “Go back t’slseep where ya belong.” Hobie muttered before walking down the small corridor to make his way to the galley. You stood watching him, a pout on your lips and your droopy eyes softening. You were signing but with his back to you, you might as well have been signing to the wall. It probably would have been a better listener.

You were quick to follow after him, walking so closely he could hear the rattle of your pearls against the softness of your body and the long, seaweed clothing dragging against the wooden floors. The flick of your finger signing. He ignored it all and walked into the galley before finally turning back to you. “Wha’cha still followin’ me fo’?”

You had nothing to say to him now. You stood there with no good reason as to why you were still following him. Maybe because you liked him. Maybe because you thought he was so pretty how could you possibly put him out of your sight? Maybe because he saved you. Maybe because when you look at him something in your chest aches a little. You’ve been alone all of your life and now you've attached yourself to the very first person to show even the smallest bit of kindness to you.

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and looked up at him with those sweet eyes of yours. Hobie quickly shifted his gaze from yours. “Sit down then. ‘m ‘avin’ a drink.” He placed the lantern down on the table in front of where you decided to sit.

You watched him get some ale and grab a few oranges for you before walking over and sitting down at the table across from you. He placed the oranges in front of you and watched your eyes come alight with joy while he sipped on his stale ale.

You peeled one orange and split it in half to share with him. “Nah, pearl. Ion wan’ any.” He gave it back to you and happily, you began to eat his half, sweet juice squirting out over your lips and fingers. You smile with a quiet joy, giggling to yourself.

Hobie watched you from behind his wooden mug. The small lantern flame made your look soft, your giggling made him smile. You were…cute. Your cheeks were full and with oranges, your giggling was like eating candy for the first time. Like a sugar rush. Blood flooded his cheeks, his pupils were dilating.

It would be his secret. No one had to know that he thought you were the prettiest little thing around. Not even he needed to know. Hobie would push it into the recesses of his mind and let it linger there, fester until he'd be forced to deal with it. He had to get you off this ship before it became a problem. Before you became a problem. You had only been a mild inconvenience for him so far, barely even that. You were loud without speaking, always standing exactly where he needed you not to, and ever since you’ve found a way to communicate you’ve been signing to no end. You’ve made yourself likable and endearing to the crew in a matter of 2 days.

You might've been pretty, but he knew what hid just beneath them. Your supple lips hid fangs. Your long lashes and glittering eyelids hid the eyes that some could say were the last things they’ve ever seen. Soft hands held sharp claws. The soft valleys of your body meant to hypnotize.

The silence between the two of you was soft and quiet. The Mary Jane groaned with the rock of the waves pushing her side to side. The subtle smack of your lips. Your eyes looking up at him. He still can't bear to look at them without thinking of his mother's terrible fate.

His mother. You. His mother. You. His sight flickered.

How utterly lonely Hobie felt. On a ship in the middle of the sea, stranded. It was ironic really. He offered a home to so many, and yet, he could never go back home himself. Surrounded by so many yet completely and terribly alone.

But there were ways to bring home back in the darkest of nights.

“Have ya ever woven a basket before?” Hobie asked, his voice breaking through the tender silence between you two. You blinked, once, twice, then shook your head slowly. ‘Never.’ You are the last bit of your orange and licked your lips slowly, sucking on the pads of your fingers. You barely even knew what a basket was but you were more than willing to find out if he’d be the one teaching you.

You have been practicing signing with Hobie and his crew. Now you can communicate a great plethora of words. But it’s Hobie who understands you the best. You only really bothered to talk to him. ‘Me want learn.’ 

Hobie raised a brow at you. “Ya wanna learn?” You nod with the sweetest little smile on your lips. ‘Yes. You teach me please.’

He nipped at his bottom lip. It wouldn't hurt to teach you. Maybe it would help him. He hasn't woven a basket in many, many years, but he could still do it with his eyes closed.

Wordlessly, Hobie grabbed the handle to the lantern and stood up. You watched him walk towards the small stars that led out of the galley. You had learned by now that whenever Hobie left you, he usually didn't want you to follow so you stayed with learned obedience. It was only when he turned to you and motioned you to come that you got up and rushed up to him.

You followed him into the storage room where there happened to be straw on the floor. “Ya wanna grab as much straw as ya can. We’re gonna use i’ t’weave a basket.”

Hobie was uncharacteristically tender with you. He showed you which straw you should use to weave so that the basket isn't too weak but also flexible enough that you can bend it without it breaking. He placed his hand on your shoulder, careful not to press too hard into your wound. You looked at him, his concentration, the sharpness of his side profile. A jem. This feeling called desire. You wanted to be close to him. You wanted him to like you. You wanted to be what humans called a “friend”.

Once you collected a sufficient amount of straw, Hobie coaxed you to make your way to the deck where the two of you sat at the helm and placed your straw before you.

“Ya wanna start like this.” Hobie was slow to demonstrate to you, crossing one straw with another. You followed him, watching with careful eyes. It was quite easy at first but with each crossing of the straws it became harder to keep up with.

You let out something of a distressed cry. Tossing down your misshapen basket, your eyes welled with tears of frustration.

Hobie set his basket down to move to your side to help you. “Hey, hey, ‘s okay, lil’ pearl. Lemme see.” Suddenly before the fluttering lantern fire you two had huddled close into, you were pressed side to side. With his arm pressed into yours, his knee against your chaste thigh, he leaned in close and took your basket into his hands. Nimble fingers skillfully reweave your mistakes while he croons at you. “You were doin’ well. Ya just need t’ leave a bit tighter.”

Hobie felt like his mother teaching him to weave for the first time. He wanted to be tender and patient like her. To offer the kindness she had afforded him to you.

He looked up only to find you were already staring at him. Your faces were rather close for comfort and for once, Hobie looked you in the eyes. You were pretty, so very pretty, tragically so. How many men have looked at you and thought the very same thing before being dragged into the ocean never to be seen again? How many mothers have thought you a child and reached out to help you only to be taken from their families.

Hobie cleared his throat and moved away from you. “Ya should be good. Jus’ remember to keep i’ tight.” He moved back across from you and went to work on his own basket.

Things between you fell into silence. The strain of the straw, the waves against the side of the boat, the utter silence of night. Hobie remembered how it was to be alone with his mother before a fire, weaving, nimble fingers occasionally stroking his hair.

Your voice broke through the silence. It was strained and almost choking but it was in the distinct tune of the song his mother used to hum. You were trying to replicate it. Hobie recognized even so and froze in the middle of weaving in a piece of straw. He dropped his basket and looked at you, eyes wide and hostile. “How do ya know tha’?” He was quiet at first, hands curling into fists.

“I said, how do ya know that?!” He was yelling now, standing so swiftly that ke knocked over the lantern and shattered it. The flame went out, smothered by the glass shards landing on it. He snarled at you with a ferocious, righteous fury.

It was stupid of him to think he could get close to you, be kind to you. He should be grateful. You reminded him of just what you are. He was mistaken to think you could be anything more than what you were. You took his mother from him. How could he ever treat you with more than the bare minimum of kindness.

You whimpered, curling up and wrapping your arms around yourself. You meant no harm. With trembling hands you began to sign. ‘You sleep sing loud. Please no hurt me.’

You thought he was going to hurt you. You were fortunate that he was a man of his word. He swore to himself that no harm would be brought to anyone who sought refuge on his ship. That included you.

Hobie dragged his tongue along the soft inner flesh of his cheek and placed his face in the palms of his hands. You were still whimpering, curled up in a quivering ball in the dark. The stars watched the way you two fell apart at the slightest touch. All it took was a song for whatever semblance of friendship you two had to completely decay.

He marched away, stepping on his basket as he went, destroying it under his boot. Hobie murmured, almost growled at you.

“Go t’sleep, pearl. And don' come t’my door again."

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