taking the seas

anonymous asked:

It's all fun and games until it's not anymore. Here we go l, and you really sense the people are going to start getting wound up and upset and broken hearted all over again. They have very clearly stated that they are not a couple . If shipping can just be wanting them to be a couple that's great. But I'm just getting a sense that there's going to be a whole new round of heartbreak and I'm not really interested in staying and watching.

To believe, or not to believe– that is the question:

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of someone else’s opposing beliefs and scroll on by
Or to take arms against a sea of make believe troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep–
No more–and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–
To sleep–perchance to dream that Sam Heughan will show up naked on my doorstep and personally thank me for slaying shippers… ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams of naked Heughan may come
When we have shuffled off this preposterous idea that he loves his bff coworker,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Tumblr lunatics, Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of social media, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare arse on my doorstep? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under such sumptuous man meat,
But that the dread of someone much closer,
The tall aesthetically pleasing Celtic demon, whose side
No Heughan ever leaves untouched, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather pissed off and clingy to false notions we have
That he fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the idiotic hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with a cast of untrue thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose all common sense and dignity. – Soft you now,
The fair Trashbag! – Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

Sea Witchery: a Brief Overview

Originally posted by mermaids-luv

At the request of so many followers, I have decided to mock up a little bit of information on Sea Magick and Sea Witchery.  This is just a brief overview to give you some information when wanting to research or begin working with the ocean, storms, the tides, and the many creatures associated with the sea. 

However, I will caution you that the many sea creatures (especially the Merfolk) are not very forgiving creatures, thus they can be pretty tough to handle for beginner, baby witches.  It takes an experience sea hag to get them to cooperate properly, so keep this in mind when studying them.

Once again, this is a brief overview and introduction to my craft and path.  if you have any questions, you can direct them to me via PM or ASK.

Let’s get started!


Traditionally, sea witches are witches who appear among sailors or others involved in the seafaring trade. Sea witches use witchcraft related to the moon, tides, and the weather, and are believed to have complete control over the seas. Many sailors fell prey to the sea witches curse on ships and were finally delivered to the one who rules all.  In some folklore, sea witches are described as phantoms, ghosts,or in the form of a mermaid. These creatures would then have the power to control the fates of ships and seamen.

As the name implies, sea witches are believed to be able to control many aspects of nature relating to water, most commonly the ocean or sea. However, in more modern times, sea witches can also practice witchcraft on or near any source of water: lakes, rivers, bath tubs, or even simply a bowl of salt water.

In addition to their powers over water, sea witches could often control the wind. A common feature of many tales was a rope tied into three knots, which witches often sold to sailors to aid them on a voyage. Pulling the first knot could yield a gentle, southeasterly wind, while pulling two could generate a strong northerly wind.

Sea witches often improvise on what they have, rather than making purchases from a store or from another person. Common tools include clam, scallop, or oyster shells in place of bowls or cauldrons. Other items include seaweed, fishing net, shells, sea grass, driftwood, pieces of sea glass, and even sand.

Other types of titles they use are: sirens, water witches, storm witches, and sea hags.


Eh, there isn’t really a specific type of person the sea calls to, however I have met many sea witches that would be described as walking contradictions.  Much like the sea, we can be quite flexible, but also forceful.  Moods tend to fluctuate with the tides and lunar cycle.  Hags both enjoy and love music and poetry; are quite expressive with their emotions, but also don’t easily award entry into their hearts; and can easily win the attention of a crowd, but then seek solitude in the comfort of their own homes.  You would be hard-pressed to find a stagnant sea witch–they’ll always be on the move, searching and discovering.  However, be warned: if you fall in love with one you must understand that a sea hag’s heart belongs to the Sea first and foremost, forever and always, and it calls to them over the span of lifetimes.


For the most part, sea witches draw their power directly from the source: the Ocean.  You’ll find that many of them, even landlocked sea hags, have trinkets from the shore and enjoy baths, storms, and the moonlight.  Of course, there are many different kinds of sea witches all over the world and it really just depends on what seafaring folk culture they subscribe to that determines their power source.


I am not even lying–there are HUNDREDS upon HUNDREDS of water and sea deities that sea witches call upon for aid and worship.  Probably the most popular would be Poseidon, Neptune, Lir, Gong-Gong, Hapi, Sobek,  Agwé, Aegaeon, Delphin, the Gorgons, Samundra, Pariacaca, Watatsumi, Rongomai, Njord, Nix, and even Davey Jones.

One of the beauties of being a sea witch is that you can call on many ancient and powerful deities to aid you in your craft.  However, I do advise that you make sure that these deities do not come from a culture/religion/belief system that is closed.  You can check out a full list of water/sea/storm deities here.



Water (salt, fresh, or storm), sand, sea shells and cockles, sea glass, driftwood, ship wood, compasses, maps, mirrors, bowls and chalices, sea weed, sea grass, fish and fish bones, coral, telescopes, sand dollars, pearls, bath salts/bombs/goodies, sea salt, linen, umbrellas and mops, windchimes, ropes, weather vanes, and blood are just some of the few tools we use in our practice.


The Mer or Merfolk are probably one of the more popular topics when it comes to sea witchery.  I get questions all the time like “DO YOU TALK TO MERMAIDS?” or “HOW CAN I GET A MERMAID TO BEFRIEND ME?” or “AREN’T MERMAIDS JUST THE COOLEST?”

The Merfolk are an integral part of sea witch culture, but they aren’t the end all be all when it comes to water spirits/fae/demons/entities.  There are so many to work with and all have interesting backstories.  But let’s talk about the Merfolk for a moment…

Depending to what you school you subscribe to, the Merfolk (also known as mermaids) could be fae, demon, or simply water spirits.  Some believe that  the Merfolk are a species of kithain (also known as changeling or fae.) Ancient and unknowable, the Merfolk pose something of a problem to both fae and human alike. The arrogance of the mer is tempered only by their truly alien natures.  The Merfolk claim that they are the sole legacy of the Tuatha De Danann, the oldest fae on Earth, dreamed long before any human ever set foot on land. When curious people ask how this could be, the merfolk are disconcertingly vague and ambiguous.

As I have stated before on the blog, the Merfolk are certainly an odd lot. The product of a totally alien mindset, the mer are simultaneously deadly, serious and playful, highly ritualized and completely free spirited, repressed and yet libidinous as a drunken prom date. The first thing one will notice about a mer is his incredible arrogance. Of course, as far as they are concerned, they have every right to be arrogant. After all, in their minds, they do rule the world.

Other mythologies tell us that mermaids are the bane of seamen.  These half-fish, half-women lured countless sailors to their deaths. Breathtakingly beautiful humans from their torso-upwards, their lower bodies where those of fish, complete with scales. Men find their songs irresistible and follow them willingly into the sea. Mermaids can be caught and held in exchange for the wishes they grant. The males of the species, Mermen, are regarded as vicious creatures who raised storms for the purpose of sinking men’s ships.  Occasionally they are successfully courted by human men. The offspring of such pairings are often granted great powers in healing by their mothers.

In short, mermaids are extremely beautiful, temperamental, powerful, and dangerous.  They are not to be confused with Sirens, either, and find contempt at the very accusation.  I will probably go into more detail about Merfolk magic in a different post.


Again, like the deities, there are so many different kinds of water spirits and this topic in of itself could be an entire article.  So, here is a brief list and some traits about my favorites…


In Greek mythology, the Sirens (Greek singular: Σειρήν Seirēn; Greek plural: Σειρῆνες Seirēnes) were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. Roman poets placed them on some small islands called Sirenum scopuli. In some later, rationalized traditions, the literal geography of the “flowery” island of Anthemoessa was somewhere tucked in a cape, with rocky shores and cliffsides.

Sirens were believed to combine women and birds in various ways. In early Greek art, Sirens were represented as birds with large women’s heads, bird feathers and scaly feet. Later, they were represented as female figures with the legs of birds, with or without wings, playing a variety of musical instruments, especially harps.


These are the elemental spirits of water. Their magic centers upon this element, whose course and function they can control. Undines exist within the water itself and cannot be seen with normal human vision. Their homes are typically within the coral caves in lakes or upon the banks of rivers, though smaller undines may choose to live under lily pads. Their appearance is similar to human beings in most cases, with the exception of those living in smaller streams or ponds. Undine clothing is shimmery, reflecting all the colors of water though green is typically the predominant color.Every body of water is home to undines, from ocean waves, to rocky pools, to marshlands, to rivers, to lakes and ponds. Even waterfalls and fountains have an undine living in their midst.


The shapeshifting selkies, who are also known as silkies or roane (Gaelic for seal), occupy the seas surrounding the Orkney and Shetland isles. The exact nature of their undersea world is uncertain, though some believe it to be encased in giant air bubbles. Their true forms are those of faeries or humans, though they take the form of large seals when traveling the through the oceans. In particular: great seals and grey seals are said to take human forms. Older tales tell that selkies are only able to take on human forms on certain nights of the year, such as Midsummer’s Eve or All Hallows.

Occasionally they encounter humankind, sometimes becoming their mates. A human male may take a selkie female as his wife if he finds her seal skin on the beach and hides it from her. In the end she always recovers the skin and returns to the sea, though she may return occasionally to watch over her human family from the safety of the waves.

A human woman may bear the child of a selkie male if she weeps seven tears or seven drops of blood in the nighttime sea. Such relationships are rarely lasting. Seven years hence, the selkie would return for his child, offering the mother a fee for nursing her own babe.


One of the most dreaded and best known of the Irish faeries is the Banshee, properly named the Beansidhe literally, “woman fairy.” The Irish have many names for her (perhaps they feared invocation of her true name may invoke her presence?) They included: Washer of the Shrouds, Washer at the Banks, Washer at the Ford and the Little Washer of Sorrow. The Scottish called her Cointeach, literally “one who keens.” To the cornish she was Cyhiraeth and to the Welsh either Cyoerraeth or Gwrach y Rhibyn, which translates as “Hag of the Dribble” (to the Welsh she sometimes appear as a male). In Brittany her name is Eur-Cunnere Noe.

The Beansidhe is an extremely beautiful faery, possessing long, flowing hair, red eyes (due to continuous weeping) and light complexions. They typically donn green dresses with gray cloaks. Their wailing foretells of a death nearby, though it never causes such a death (which is why they are wrongly feared.) 

As her other names might suggest, she frequently appears as a washerwoman at the banks of streams. In these cases, she is called the Bean Nighe (pronounced “ben-neeyah”). The clothing she washed takes different forms depending upon the legend. Sometimes it is burial shrouds, others it is the bloodstained clothing of those who will soon die. This particular version of the Bean Sidhe is Scottish in origin and unlike the Irish version, she is extremely ugly, sometimes described as having a single nostril, one large buck tooth, webbed feet and extremely long breasts, which she must throw over her shoulders to prevent them getting in the way of her washing . Her long stringy hair is partially covered with a hood and a white gown or shroud is her main wardrobe. The skin of the Beansidhe is often wet and slimy as if she had just been pulled from a moss covered lake. They are rumored to be the ghosts of women who died in childbirth and will continue to wash until the day they should have died. The keening music of Irish wakes, called caoine, is said to have been derived from the wails of the Beansidhe.


The Sea giveth and the Sea taketh away.  The sea is both mother and reaper, passionate and cold, serene and turbulent, loving and cruel, generous and vicious.  And if you meet a sea witch, you’ll know this to be true:

Neither chains of steel, nor chains of love, can keep her from the Sea.

Keep yourself happy. Drink lots of water. Eat many fruits and vegetables. Pet a cat. Read your favorite book. Plant a garden. Kiss a faerie. Sing with flowers. Hug trees. Save the bees. Dance under the moon. Surround yourself with crystals. Take a trip the the sea. Smile at the sun. Keep yourself positive.

From NCT’s extra lifestyle:

taking the team concept seriously😂 (every team into its own world)

Voice Theft Curse (Disney Inspired)

A curse to stop someone who has been spewing hateful speech and words and return that negativity they put out back into their life.

You Will Need:

  • Sea Shell (preferably a clam shell)
  • Paper
  • Black Marker or Pen
  • Black Candles
  • Taglock (if you can manage)
  • Pencil
  • Sea Water (sea salt in water will suffice if needed)


  1. On your small slip of paper write down your target’s name in pencil.
  2. With your black marker write in large letters covering the name “SHUT UP!”
  3. Crumple up the paper between your fingers, rolling it and squashing it. Put all of your frustration and anger into this action.
  4. Place the crumpled piece of paper into your sea shell. To release more negativity and return it to the target spit onto the shell and paper. If you have a taglock place it in the shell as well.
  5. Place your candle onto of the sea shell and light it, let it burn down and cover the shell and paper in wax
  6. Once it is sufficiently covered take your sea water and pour it over the candle drenching it and the shell. Take the shell and bury it in the ground or into a planter. If you cannot do this then store it somewhere dark.
  7. cleanse your space and yourself afterwards and rest.

On the rough coast in the south of Cornwall, where the land clenches itself to granite walls, and yet shies away from the storm of troubled water, generations of fishermen once scoured the beaches for flotsam. 

One of them, Harry, one day wandered around in the cliffs below his hut and was looking out for washed up treasures.                                                   

After a little while, a weak cry cut through the rumbling of the waves, so low it almost didn’t reach Harry’s ears. He followed the sound to a shoal amidst scattered boulders.                                                                                                                                                     

When it was high-water, the waves would crash violently against the rocks, but when the water was low, running towards the ocean, it left the shoal a pool of muddy sand, separated from the sea by a few green-stained rocks.                  

Harry peered into the pond and his gaze fell upon silver-grey eyes. They seemed to draw him in, inexplicably, and Harry found himself unable to look away. They were fearful eyes in a beautiful, pale face, framed by and half-hidden behind white-blond hair.                                                                                                                                               

From top to core, this -creature, was it? - was without doubt a young man, but from the waist down, he had a long tail, smooth-looking and sparkling in the sunlight. 

“Help me!” he pleaded. 

“Take me back to the sea, please.” 

He wriggled around in the pond. Harry nodded, throat drawn so tight he couldn’t speak, and walked carefully to his side to pick him up. He was surprisingly light. The merman wound his arms around Harry’s neck as he carried him across the rocks. 

Where the sea was violent enough to splash against the cliffs and form a white blanket of foam, Harry stopped.                                                                      

The merman looked up to him, silver eyes so wide and Harry bit his lip, wondering whether he would see him again.                                                       

“What’s your name?” he murmured, low, not wanting to scare him. 

“Draco.” He said, voice low and soft, breaking a bit.

Harry waded out into the sea, until the water was lapping at his chest. The rocks underneath his feet were slippery and the water was rough that day, so rough that Harry felt like he was being pulled in different directions by ropes.

Draco touched a tender hand to his face and it was the purest touch he’d ever experienced, heating his skin up and burning its way through his body.              

He let the merman down, set him free in the water, without breaking the gaze held between them.

Draco began singing, his voice roughening, low in his throat and Harry felt himself drawn to those eyes, scorching hot silver swirling around and he stretched a hand out, almost touching Draco, but not quite. 

“Take me with you.” he whispered, tasting salt on his tongue. 

Draco just smiled, and it lit his face up, making him appear even more ethereal. He stretched his hand out, webbing glittering green between his fingers, and took Harry’s.                                                                                 

He pulled him, strong for somebody so light, out into the sea, and underwater. Burning water filled Harry’s lungs, his head felt like it was going to explode, but for some reason, it didn’t hurt as it should. It’s silent, too silent. But there was that burning hot touch at his wrist, where Draco pulled him down, down to where not even the sunlight could reach, and it was the only thing he felt. 

my contribution to #mermay, yas!