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words-etched-in-her-skin · 2 years

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Hello, lovelies! This fic has no ask as it was written as a Birthday gift for my sweet love 🥰💕 It's just under 4,000 words, so most of it will be under a cut! And I do hope some of you will like it! 👀 (Also, this makes chapter 29 for my A03 series, and I can't believe we're almost at the 30 chapter mark 😳) So, without further ado! My Merwitch Genderbent Sal AU with a pirate enby Reader 😏😁

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A strike of lightning so strong the electricity rattled across your bones. The sky darkening quicker than you had ever seen in all your years as a pirate, pulling a prompt curse from under your breath as soon as the winds began to pick up speed.

Granted in pirate years, you were still considered a ‘fresh fish’. With only five years spent on the sea under your belt - or in your case, sash - the last two aboard the famed Bloody Maiden under the command of the illustrious Captain Alcina Dimitrescu. The same woman who had warned you not to stand too close to the edge of ship, especially when a storm was due.

… And had you listened? No.. because you never listened.

But, fuck, did you promise whatever Gods you had angered that you'd start doing so immediately if you somehow survived after you lost your footing, your body plunging into the cold waters of the Vatore Sea. Pure black completely engulfing you as the tide mercilessly pulled you under.

Now, most people would say that before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes. That all of your greatest life moments are laid out in perfect order. And maybe for them, this was a comforting thing to know.. but as for you - your life was the last thing you wanted to see before you died.

Not to say that all of it was bad, but you had spent a large chunk of it being known as an outsider - as the ‘weird’ kid or just.. not normal. I mean, you had always known you weren’t like everyone else, that when you looked into the mirror you saw neither a woman or a man. But you never even thought of it as anything out of the ordinary until the people in your village started to whisper about it.

It was the reason you inevitably left home, honestly. To save your family the trouble and heartache more than anything else. At least they had always accepted you.

You could still remember how hard your Mother had cried when you told her you were leaving to pursue your dream of a life on the sea. And that you’d spend no less than ten years exploring before you returned for a visit.

And now here it was only five and you’d never be able to tell her about a single thing. To sit across from her at your worn kitchen table and tell her about all the adventures you had. Like how you’d battled sea monsters bigger than your childhood home, and finally found your peers among a ship of disbanded misfits.

Maybe she wouldn’t cry so much this time. When word of your washed up body eventually made it back to her… though, you knew she would.

Those were the thoughts that swam hazily through your mind when everything started to slip away. When the world around you turned black and your body cold. Not the sunny days of a childhood long past, but the struggle in between.

Sorry, Ma.

Though you swore for just a moment that you could feel her arms wrapping around you… or.. someone's arms, for that matter. Arms a little stronger than your Mother's, and a firm body pressed close to your own as you sunk even lower into the water. After that, your mind went completely blank.. drifting further and further away from the reality you knew and closer to the infinite darkness that waited for you.

Only the darkness never came.

The next thing you knew, air was being rushed into your lungs, forcing you to expel about a liter's worth of sea water from your body.

“What the fu-”

More gargled noises than actual words, you spent the next minute or so coughing up the last remnants of sea water before your surroundings finally started to become clearer - an inky black slowly faded from your vision.

Expecting to see the inside of the Bloody Maiden’s infirmary, you were rather surprised when several levels of shimmering limestone slowly came into focus instead.

Of course the majority of pirates had heard rumors about underwater caves - ones filled with mythical creatures and treasures of vast fortune - but most everyone assumed them to be a myth. Though, much like the legend's described, you found yourself surrounded by some of the most magnificent stalactites to ever exist.. so much so that the whole place almost seemed otherworldly.

“Okay... maybe I am dead.”

“Nah.. saved yer jus’ in time.”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, promptly pushing your body up from where you had been resting - a soft bed made of what seemed to be some sort of species of seaweed. For a minute, you couldn't see anything but the dark waters that surrounding the first level of rock where you resided.

That was until ripples moved eerily across the murky black below you.

You swallowed hard, trying your best to make out the figure you could vaguely see staring back at you - golden eyes glowing with curiosity.

"I.. uh.. thank you?"

"Heh.. yer welcome."

Extremely sharp teeth making themself known in a rouge ray of light, sending a prompt panic through your body. Your heart beating so loud in your chest you were certain the creature in front of you could hear it. A tall, muscular frame moving slowly through the water until it reached the edge of the rock. A very stunning woman looking up at you with a smirk.

"Name's Sal."

She chuckled when your mouth fell agape, a beautifully shaped fluke splashing behind her in the water.

... a fucking mermaid??

You nervously gave her your name, voice squeaking slightly as you did. Which, of course, only made her chuckle louder. Though you were sure your eyes had deceived you when she began to ascend from the waters edge. The tail you were so sure you just saw magically replaced by a pair of muscular legs as an impeccably gorgeous - and very nude - human-like body began to rise from the water.

"I.. ahem.. I must be hallucinating.. you.. I-"

The woman named Sal gave you a smirk, her extremely strong arms lifting her onto the limestone platform. The length of her exposed to you - her ample womanhood hanging low between her legs.

Oh.. oh, fuck.

"Heh.. appreciate the compliment, luv, but nah.. yer not."

You swallowed back the arousal already building in your throat, almost pouting when she covered herself with a pair of pants that looked like they had been scrounged from the bottom of a sunken ship.. which let's be honest, they probably had.

She was utterly gorgeous - there was no denying that. Her beautifully ashen skin shimmering in wetness and long dark hair that almost rivaled the inky waters which she called home.

"But.. you were just.. how-?"

Sal chuckled again. "Aye? Ne'er seen a merwitch before?"

You only shook your head in response, shivering slightly as it became more and more noticeable that you were still very much soaked - the temperature of the cave not helping very much.

"'Ere, drink this."

Sal handed you a small vial from a makeshift apothecary - a glistening gold liquid inside that almost seemed to swirl on it's own. You probably should have asked her what was in it before drinking it - but for some reason, you trusted her without question. A semi sweet flavor reminiscent of warmed vanilla immediately coating your tongue and instantly warming you.

"Yer welcome ter undress while yer clothes dry if yeh like. Got a big shirt yer cud wear… if yer don' mind me stayin' topless, tha' is."

You couldn't have stopped your eyes from raking over her exquisite body when she said that if you tried, cheeks immediately filling with heat.

"Fuck, no I-!" You paused, slightly embarrassed as you took a steadying breath before clearing your throat. "Ah, sorry.. I mean... no, of course not. Thanks."

Sal chuckled, waving her hand dismissively before tossing a large white shirt in your direction - muscles flexing deliciously as she did.

"And… thanks for saving me, seriously." You added as you started to pull the wet clothes from your body.

"Heh, think nothin' of it, luv." She replied, her eyes unashamedly watching you as you stripped. "Not of'en I get company as good lookin' as yerself down 'ere."

You felt yourself blush entirely too quickly at her compliment, forcing a bite to your bottom lip.

"I- .. thank you. You ain't so bad yourself, though."

You couldn't help but smirk when Sal blushed in turn.

"Heh.. thanks, sweetheart."

You nodded in response. Though, to be honest, it was a vast understatement. You couldn't remember coming across anyone in your travels as gorgeous as she was. Sure, you'd had your fair share of flings among your adventures on the sea. One time even with a beautiful woman who was almost as well endowed as Sal was - but needless to say, people who were similar to the two of you were far and few between. Even aboard an almost entirely queer ship like Captain Dimitrescu's.

"Ah, I should probably mention that.. well, I'm not.. a woman, you see. I don't really identify with either gender. Hope that's not an uncomfortable thing for you."

You honestly weren't even sure why you were telling her, maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. But seeing how she'd been kind enough to rescue you - and considering all the lingering glances you'd caught from her so far - you felt she had the right to know.

Sal gave you a reassuring smile as she walked a little closer to the where you stood.

"Appreciate yer tellin' me, but I don' care nothin' about tha', luv." Her eyes tracing over the large shirt that hung teasingly from your otherwise bare body, giving her a perfect view of your neck and collar bone. "Shirt looks good on yeh, by the way."

"I… thanks."

You took a moment to straighten out the slightly worn fabric before laying down on your side - eternally grateful for the mostly flat chest you were graced with.

"So.. ah.. have you lived down here all your life?"

Sal nodded, taking your queue and bringing her eyes back up to your increasingly flushed face.

"Aye.. most. Always been a bit o’ an outcast among my kind. Was taken in by the sea witch tha' built it. Taught me everythin' I know."

“And she’s the one who taught you how to…”

Your eyes fell to the parts of her you had just previously seen, gaze lingering there only a little longer than you had intended - heat immediately rushing to your cheeks.

Sal smirked as she followed your line of sight. “Aye.. ‘mong other things.”

You couldn’t deny the fact that your mouth went a little dry at the prospects of what those ‘other things’ might be - curiosity getting the better of you.

“Ahem.. ah.. what kinds of.. things?”

The smirk that curled all too dangerously across Sal’s lips reminiscent of a shark that had just noticed it’s prey. Spheres of ember slowly tracing over you as she calculated her next move.

“Heh.. tha’s usually sumthin’ I let people figure out on their own, luv.”

A wave of heat rolling over you like a late summer storm when she winked at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Was she.. was this gorgeous creature of a woman actually hitting on you?

Not that you weren’t attractive in your own right.. you just weren’t used to being many people’s type. Especially people who were making it known. Especially insanely hot people who were making it known after just meeting you.

… or rescuing you, for that matter.

You swallowed hard - deciding to say ‘fuck it’, throw caution to the wind, and shoot your shot.

“Is that to say you’re… offering a one on one demonstration?”

“... Aye. If yer into tha’. Don’ get much company down ‘ere.”

“No? Don’t come across too many non-binary pirates to save?” You asked with a smirk.

The next sound that came from Sal was one of the most incredible sounds you had ever heard - husky and warm - the type of laughter that could immediately make a room feel warmer.

“Aye.. none as cute as you, tha’ is.”

Gods, you had just met this woman and she was already able to fluster you entirely too easily. But then again, who could blame you? The clearer and more focused your eyesight became, the more facets of her beauty you were subjected to. Finely toned muscles from her calves all the way up to her broad shoulders. Arms that could lift you up over her head with ease.. or hold you down, either would be welcomed. And perfectly sculpted breasts that sat upon the firmest abs you had ever laid eyes upon.

She was arousing in every way possible. Not only just physically, but the comfortable energy that rolled off her like the waves that had pulled you under… the small creases in the corners of her eyes, and the way her smile lit up even the darkest parts of the cavern.

It was… you wanted her. Completely - there was no other way to put it.

“Trying to make me blush, are we?”

You knew the slight shake to your voice did nothing to hide the heat that was already pooling throughout your body.

“Pretty sure I a’ready did tha’, sweetheart.”

“Ah.. you got me there, Sal.”

“Heh.. plan ter have a lot more of yeh, too.”

The way her tongue skated over her lips, the smolder to her eyes and the utter want in her voice. Fuck, you were so wet already and she hadn’t even touched you yet.

“W-well, what are you waiting for?”

“Heh... yer consent, luv.”

Right, of course. I mean.. it wasn’t all that long ago that you were about to die, after all. And normally you wouldn't jump into bed with someone you had just met. But there was just something about her... something that made every cell in your body scream out for her touch.

“Have it, then.”

Sal’s only response were her fingers coming to the drawstring of her pants - simple cloth falling promptly against limestone with a single motion. This time the length of her coming to face you straight on, showing you the full size of her endowments and making your mouth go dry.

“Aye.”

Every muscle in her body accentuated by the make-shift candles that filled the large cave, each one flexing exquisitely as she walked closer and closer to you. Wisps of what looked like smoke slowly beginning to swirl out around her, closely resembling tentacles. Though you could tell they were fueled solely by her magic, they grew more solid the closer she got - a dangerous smirk upon her lips.

“Heh.. one o’ those ‘other things’ I was talkin’ ‘bout.. if yer into it.”

You gave her an eager nod, quickly discarding Sal’s shirt from your body and resting upon your knees - her eyes hungrily raking over you.

"Heh.. needy, are yeh?”

You smirked, spreading your legs a little further - your arousal glistening in your folds and on the insides of your thighs.

“Perhaps.”

The tendrils that encased her body moving quicker than you ever anticipated. Hands and ankles bound before you even had a moment to gasp. Torso forced downward and ass in the air, the chilled cavern making your desire even more noticeable against your heated core.

“Look pretty needy ter me, luv.”

Sal chuckled as her tall frame circled you, the appendages that became increasingly more solid as her magic grew alongside her arousal forcing your legs apart and holding you in place. The heat of her making you shiver as she came up behind you - a single tentacle ghosting down the slit of you.

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get me all tied up and naked, and I’m needy?”

You were about to smirk, but the firm lash that came across your backside quickly replaced it with a moan.

“And yer the one gettin’ wetter by the second.”

Gods, how badly you wanted to brat back.. to see just how far you could push her and what she would do to you. But the moment the tip of her cock found you, with a tendril or two teasing the opening of your ass and flicking at your clit - you knew better of it. You wanted Sal more than you had ever wanted anyone... and that included the famed Captain Dimitrescu, which was saying something.

“Heh.. nothin’ ter say, sweetheart? Gonna behave?”

You cursed softly under your breath, making the merwitch chuckle even more. The tentacles around your ankles and wrists holding you firm as another came to wrap around your neck.

“Mmph- … f-fine, yes.” You answered softly, face already flush with need.

Though, you made a promise to your bratty self right then and there that if you made it to a round two, Sal was going to have to make you submit - to obey - the thought of it alone building the slick in your core to a dripping need. But, as for right now.. right now you only wanted her to wreck you.

You lengthened your tailbone back even more, forcing the tip of her womanhood to just barely enter you - a desperate whimper in your throat.

“Greedy.”

“Please?”

You could practically feel the satisfaction that single plea gave her, the air within the cave almost dripping with it. Sharp fingernails seeping into the sensitive flesh of your hips as she forced you back onto her - willing you to cry out, not only once but twice again when one of her tentacles slipped inside your ass, moving in perfect rhythm with her cock and stuffing you deliciously.

“Fu-!”

To say that every cell in your body was set ablaze.. like ley lines that burned their way across your skin and made it their home. Every inch of you alive - charged - brimming with nothing but absolute desire for her. For Sal. For this gorgeous creature that was fucking you harder than you’d ever been fucked before.

Another lash across your backside making you moan, the tendril around your throat squeezing a little harder as Sal picked up her pace. Thick juices already dripping down your inner thighs and stars swimming behind your eyes.

“Lil’ luv.”

Her words as warm as the breath against your skin when she leaned over you, savoring in your scent for just a moment before letting her teeth sink in. Her cock and tentacles working together - thrusting in and out and stretching you over and over again until your body was practically vibrating against your restraints. Against her.. against the magic that bound you and the length of her womanhood.

“S-so good, Sal.. you’re so good.”

The way she growled at your praise, how her body grew even hotter and her thrusts more relentless. Cock a pulsing heat in your core and your ass stuffed sufficiently as another tentacle slipped inside of it.

“Ah-!”

The amount of orgasms that she willed across you.. the amount of times her named was ripped desperately from your lips only to ricochet off the shimmering limestone that surrounded you. Each crash of pleasure soaking Sal and everything in it’s path. Thighs, knees, the seaweed that had been so cool against your overly flushed skin since the start of it all.

And even when you thought you were finished, with your body spent and your core and ass sufficiently drenched - the sound of Sal’s arousal finally taking over her quickly built you back up again. The width of her cock twitching inside you and her nails digging even deeper into your skin.

Each of the tendrils that restrained you only growing tighter as her whole body tensed - as a wholly sinful moan filled the open space with ease and the pleasure took over her - filling you with her heated desire and forcing more juices from your core.

“Fuck.. Sal.. “

As soon her pace began to lessen, her tendrils started to fall from your body - first from your throat, and then from your wrists and ankles - forcing you to slump breathlessly to the soft seaweed below you. Her own shuddering as she rode out her high - cock still throbbing inside you.

“Heh.. Aye.”

You whimpered softly when she slipped the last two tentacles from your ass, and even more at empty feeling her cock left in it's wake, almost immediately wanting her to fill you all over again.

The cool air of the cavern becoming more and more noticeable as your senses finally started to return. Your body languid - warm - satisfied in a way that you had never known possible.

“That was.. mh.. very nice.”

“Indeed.”

The flush of her skin hot against your own as she laid at your side - both of you enjoying the sound of nothing but your breaths steadying.

“Need anythin’, luv? Yeh thirsty?”

“Mh.. water, maybe?”

You hadn’t even felt her move from her spot - and maybe she hadn’t - but within seconds another vial was in your hands, this time filled with a clear blue liquid. The contents of it cool and refreshing against your tongue and throat.

“Thanks, Sal.”

“‘Course.” She replied, turning to lay on her back, cheeks still flushed with desire. “Eh.. tomorrow I can help yeh look for yer ship if yer like. Sure yer wantin’ ter get back.”

Maybe Sal had thought she’d done a better job at hiding the slightly somber tone to her voice - or maybe she just assumed you wouldn’t notice. But you couldn’t help the instant twinge in your heart when you turned to face her.

“Um.. sure. We can do that… or… ” You moved a little closer, placing a soft kiss to her collar bone before resting your head on her chest.

“.. Aye?”

“Well.. I mean.. we don’t have to rush.”

You could already feel the blush moving back across your cheeks - but you couldn’t help it. You wanted more. More of Sal. More of her kisses... of her touch. You wanted to hear more about her life and what she wanted for her future.

“Yer sure??”

The way she looked at you in almost utter disbelief - you had to wonder how many times Sal had been left behind. At just how many nights she’d spent alone with nothing more than her potions to keep her company.

“Positive.”

She pulled you a little closer at your response, wrapping an arm around you.

“A’right.. after I go fer a swim we can move this ter the bedroom, then.”

Your ears immediately perking at the prospect of more.

“... The bedroom??”

#theo writes #resident evil village #genderbent sal #genderbent sal x nb!reader #transfem!sal x reader #merwitch sal au #pirate reader #also a small nod to captain dimitrescu in this one #honestly i was just proud of myself for finishing this in about a week #seeing how bad my writers block has been lately 😅#but i hope some of you will enjoy!#re8 fanfiction

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hoodoobarbie · 3 years

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The mythology of the Siren, Mermaid, Water Spirits & Mami Wata and it’s origins within black feminity.

Today I had to listen to other another black woman rant about how mermaids/sirens/mami wata are evil low key. So this educational post was born in response.

Did you really think the divine essence of the black feminine wouldn’t protect itself ? That energy exists for a reason. Suddenly it’s evil, to have teeth and protect yourself from predators. Water is a precious resource. You will be tested to see if you are deserving of it or not. Also these spirits will defend natural resources so they don’t get fucked up by human greed.

It’s common for some places in Africa for people to offer the Sirens/Mami Wata/Water spirits or make an offerings/contracts with them in order to use the resources on their land. It also keeps the white ppl away too because they cause so much trouble.

Sirens are also associated with being the killers of children and men, but often this is completely misrepresented intentionally.

Men fear the power of the siren because she can override the patriarchy at core and can completely unravel them. The orgins of many water spirits lie in matriachal societies, temples divine feminine and motherhood. This is why temples and sacred magikal knowledge was intentionally destroyed and stolen, especially to empower the white patriarch.

Sirens are also described as thiefs of children and child killers. Sirens have been known to kidnap kids who were being abused or have were murdered near water and take them to their kingdom to restore them.

Sometimes the child returns, sometimes they are not. However in general they are big on kidnapping people, mostly women and giving them powers, if they decide to return. The idea of them eating and killing children, was a lie perpetuated by Greeks to cover up some truly horrific acts. Unfortunate these false accusations have been allowed to continue to perpetuate.

If a siren is acting in a predatory way, there is a reason why as their energy as been disturbed. Sirens are natural guardians.

So the real question is . . . what did you do ? Did you destroy their habitat ? Abuse a child or a person ? Commit an egregious act against a woman ie rape/murder etc ? Disrespect a sacred place, the land, the seas or rivers ? Steal precious resources that weren’t yours to take ?

These sacred traditions are more than just deities, spirits and our ancestors. All forms of ATR are access to our spiritual mind state as an entire community. When you move in Vodou, you can sense the whole of black consciousness and all of our problem spots, specifically areas that need healing.

Oxum-Oshun, Olokun, Yemaya, the Mami Wata, La Baliene, La Siren, Met Agwe, The Simbi - these are all spirits with a connection to waters. Water is life and has always been inherently associated feminine energy. I’m not going into detail about all these cross connections but let’s chat about La Sirene, specifically.

La Sirene, Queen of all Mermaids is more than just a powerful sorceress and queen of song/music and dreams, she is also a keeper of secrets an a guardian of sacred memories & knowledge.

Many of the souls of slaves, from the Transatlantic slave trade that were thrown off the boats into the ocean are her children, citizens and warriors now. She comforts them eternally & they live in paradise. That doesn’t mean all of these souls are at rest, plenty continuously ask their mother if they will be avenged, especially the young children. She also has a close connection with the Indigenous Taino. The isle of Hispaniola also known as Haiti (Ayiti) & the Dominican Republic is her most known domain.

Let’s not act like slavery and colonization was a cake walk. Rape was common place and mermaids, water spirits offered African and Indigenous women protection and power over men. They became demonized overtime for their hypnotic powers and killing men, who often overstepped their boundaries. Women could leave offerings to these spirits, work or commune with them and be quickly avenged or gain great power and wealth. All of this was threatening to the white patriarchal standard.

La Sirene’s presence in Haiti and other merfolk tales that float around the Caribbean/West Indies, is not without purpose. She has ties to many people and many different cultures. Her sacred symbols are global. This is why I speculate she is much older than people think. La Sirene, is a fairly young evolution. She clearly has ties to much older things. Her older names might have been lost but she has evolved, to save her self and also document other forgotten elements of history in the process. There are those who speculate that La Sirene is the embodiment of a cross mixed culture, the evolution of Indigenous & African water spirits combined, due to the excess trauma of colonization and so the Mermaid Queen was born. Others will argue that she is the Orisha Yemaya but a newer avatar of her. I hate to argue semantics but I will say this, she exists and her presence is felt to this day, all around the world.

La Sirene is often depicted as a mulatto woman with eyes like the sea but if you have been blessed to see her in dream state, she does appear sometimes as a brown or dark skinned skinned woman of possibly mixed Indigenous/African ancestry with glowing hypnotic eyes. Alot of her older depictions, deal with colorism and slavery, but as things have grown in the modern world this imagery has begun to change. However mermaids, are known for their shapeshifting powers - to truly behold her true form, is a gift reserved for the rare few.

As a keeper of the mysteries, La Sirene also access to many forgotten things in the black subconscious. The element of water is an intensely psychic sign. Water is her domain, and what is the human body 80% of? WATER! The truth does not hide from her hypnotic eyes. This sacred connection to water and her essence, also means you can track forgotten elements black history and connect to other deities/cultures who’ve had contact with her & her whole court or other black water spirits as a whole. So let’s take a short historical trip down memory lane.

The Greeks & Black women. Sirens, Aphrodite, Sibyls and other Children of Water 🧜🏾‍♀️

The deity Aphrodite/Venus is of Grecian and Roman legend.

A little known magikal fact is that Aphrodite/Venus is half siren. She is a child of the water, she was literally birthed this way after Uranus got his balls cut off & thrown into the sea. Much of her Venusian influence and powers of love and beauty come from this element. Now my Mambo doesn’t like mentioning it but Aphrodite, is tolerated by the oceanic court of sirens/mermaids. Any child of water, falls under the domain of the queen. La Sirene has a sort of strange fondness for her and so does Aphrodite for her. However this doesn’t mean they are best friends. It’s tentative friendship at best and comes with some perks. Aphrodite works quickly for children of water sirens and often will send mermaids to her devotees who misbehave. She has deliberately placed me around her people have pissed her off, to cause mischief. She’s quite petty but also very generous. I won’t go as far to dare and say she is in the queen’s court, but she does curry favor with the queen. Being born of water, her half siren/mermaid influence has definitely attributed to legends of her beauty in myth but also her treachery with men 🧜🏾‍♀️😂. She clearly also has some sort of homesickness for the world underneath the water, because many of her offerings are gifts of pearls, kisses, sea shells, beauty products etc. Anyone who serves the Mermaid Queen knows the meaning behind those gifts. If you’re a black gyal with water or siren energy and decide to work with Aphrodite, do it! If you ever irritate her, the least she’ll do is give you pimples and fuck up your skin, she won’t have the full power to completely fuck up your love life like she does with the white girls. And let me tell you, she has completely ruined some white girls lives by giving them terrible lovers or men.

The trident 🔱 is known for its connection in Greek and Hindu cultures. However La Sirene or other African water spirits are depicted carrying it, which is largely ignored in the occult world.

You can track the trident in Hinduism, with the serpent spirits, the nagas or Lord Shiva but let’s focus on it’s Grecian connection. The usage of the trident and Poseidon, even in mainstream society today is associated with him. This lets us know there is a connection between the mermaids, merfolk and La Sirene/African water spirits. Poseidon’s trident was rumored to made in Athens by the Cyclops - this is the city of Athena. So now we can track an element of black history all the way to Poseidon & Athena. Keep that in your thoughts we’ll come back to that later.

Tridents were also used ceremonially in Africa & India as well, as scepters, tribal weapons and religious symbols.

They were also associated with the sea faring people and fishing. It’s highly likely the origins of the trident are cross mixed between these two societies. Indo-African relations, go back to the Bronze age and the Indus Valley civilization. Which means traveling over by sea to reach each other was necessary. There is historical evidence of African millet being found in a Indian city Chanhudaro, including a cemetary or burial ground for African women. Maritime relations between these two groups existed before Grecian & the Egyptian Ptolemaic dynasties.

Now of course there are some deranged historians that will try to whitewash history and say the trident has its origins from the labyrs but the Ancient Greeks & Africans/Indians interacted regularly. The trident also looks nothing like a labyrs, which is quite literally a double sided axe. This is one of the more painful obvious pieces of white washing and historical revisionism.

Regardless, the trident is associated with water, ceremonial/religious purposes, fishing, battling in the coliseum and the symbol of power for a few African, Black diasporian an Hindu deities.

🧜🏾‍♀️ Oracles & Sibyls

Some sibyls/oracles were known to be African prophetesses/Mamissi to the Mami Wata/Sirens in Africa, some were stolen or captured by Greeks or Romans, sold into slavery and made to be oracles, some of whom became quite famous in legend. Their connection to these water spirits, is what gave them their gift of prophecy. Not every sibyl or oracle was African but SOME were. This lead to the sharing and theft of sacred knowledge. It’s likely these women shared this sacred information, with their colleagues, some whom may or may not have been enslaved or kept in these temple and likely this information was traded, for their freedom, power or money etc. This gave way to the usage of sacred spirits and magick being used by men. A great example of this is the snake spirits of the genii, genius spirits (not to be mistaken with genies) and which then evolved into a diluted lesser energy in Greek society being known as daemons (not to be confused with goetic demons) Instead of a woman commanding these specific energies/spirits, the patriarchs decided that these specifics powers were only worthy of being used by men. These spirits were whitewashed, adopted into their religious practices and said to only be given to men at birth. No woman was allowed to possess them anymore.

🧜🏾‍♀️ The whitewashing of Medusa & Lamia.

In mainstream society these two women stories have been white washed but also to hide a very shameful history and narrative. These two were beautiful women, in older stories of black black mythology were known to be black and they were children of water & daughters of the powerful water spirit/snake/siren divine mother/feminine goddess.

Medusa was raped by the GREECIAN GOD OF THE SEA, POSEIDON and Athena covered it up, refused to avenge her and punished her by making her ugly to everyone. It’s speculated in several magikal circles that the snakes in her hair were actually dreads, due to their lack of understanding of black hair and also allegorically might have been a reference to her devotion to the fish or water snake, great mother goddess. A child of the divine feminine, mother goddess was assaulted in a temple by a man and a woman covered it up & celebrated it.

Let’s start there ... cuz this story says a lot! It’s one of the first historical cases in myth that really documents the issues that surround the black feminine specifically and it was intentionally whitewashed. Then to add insult to injury, Athena made her hideous to all men and her chopped off her head and used as a symbol of protection but also a subtle sign of disrespect to the fullest. This still goes on to this day.

In fact ALGOL, the demon star, which is considered to be strongest protective magick talisman in the occult world today is the HEAD OF MEDUSA. The child of water! BITCH! This energy is invoked constantly and the spirit of medusa is never allowed to rest.

However these egregious acts did not come without a price. Athena at time was a goddess of fertility. However desecrating a child of water or the sirens, is seen as an attack by the divine feminine and can will cause people to be afflicted with fertility and other mental health issues as well. This is speculative but it’s also likely that after this they were constantly visited by droughts, floods or repeating issues with water sanitation & purity after this. Lowered fertility rates and miscarriages might be more prominent, for Athenians and Athena devotees & likely continues to this day.

Devotees of Athena may also develop severe issues when it to their mental health because of this connection. They completely lose touch with their feminine energy and become extremely misogynistic after continued work with her.

Not only did Athena, cause Medusa to be seen as hideous throughout the land but she celebrated when she was murdered and proudly wore Medusa’s decapitated head on her shield. From the feminist eye this virgin deity/woman was extremely male identified and adhered to the patriarchal standard. She was tested by the divine feminine and failed.

Even more strange, Athena’s birth allegorically proclaims her essential character: her wisdom is drawn from the head of a male god; the bond of affection between father and daughter; her championship of heroes and male causes, born as she was from the male, and not from a mother’s womb. A dreaded goddess of war, she remained a virgin and a servant of the patriarchal society and remains so to this day. She is the misogynistic cool girl and very asexual at the core. In fact if you explore more of her mythos, it becomes very clear she hates women. I’m bewildered at how she has become associated with lesbians and the feminine at large, when it’s been very clear that she was intent on transcending her gender from the very beginning, but never managed to escape it.

To top it off, I’ll leave you with this quote from Aeschylus’ Oresteia by Athena:

“There is no mother anywhere who gave me birth, and, but for marriage, I am always for the male with all my heart, and strongly on my father’s side. So, in a case where the wife has killed her husband, lord of the house, her death shall not mean most to me.”

Queen Lamia was a said to incredible beauty who seduced Zeus, (a literal man whore) which as made Hera jealous. Hera cursed Lamia with infertility and insomnia. She went insane and is said to have killed her own children and ate them. Zeus is said to be the one who gifted her prophecy and gave her the ability to take out her eyes, so she would not be irritated at the site of other happy mothers.

She became associated with a child eating monster who was half woman and half snake, which ties into the Libyan snake cults. She was associated with phantoms, the shapshifting laimai or empusai and the daemon spirits.

Medusa and Lamia were Libyan by heritage and came from a place in Africa where temples to the water snake mother goddess & divine feminine were common before they were destroyed by invaders intentionally. These women likely had extreme gifts of seduction, mind control and other abilities etc. It’s highly likely that Queen Lamia used her powers of seduction, at the behest of her people to save them from colonization and was demonized for it. Zeus’s temple was in Cyrene in Lybia, so this is far more than an allegorical story. This may be a real life story that was disguised in mythos. Unfortunately deeper research into this subject has turned up many dead ends for me. It’s highly likely Medusa was a priestess of the the matriarchal Mami Watas or water goddess/snake spirits and was likely raped intentionally in Athena’s temple, as a show loyalty to the rising patriarchy by descrating the symbolism of the great mother and the divine feminine. This was likely an attempt to lessen power and status of the matriachal societies that existed at the time. Rape was common war tactic amongst colonizers and news of such disgrace would likely spread like wildfire. This also solidified Athena’s place amongst the male gods and gaining her their respect. Athena and her devotees went a step further to show their allegiance to the patriarchy, by stripping Medusa of her beauty supposedly and exiling her, then parading her decapitated head on shields, when going into battle likely with Libyan enemies.

This is just a brief explanation of a few horrific acts in history, which were whitewashed & explain why the essence of the black feminine has evolved to become more protective, predatory and fierce. She learned to defend herself. Now she kills those who threaten her.

Fun history tip: Usually anytime you see a snake in Grecian mythology, just know something got whitewashed, because the truth was really fucked up, made them look really bad & a black woman was there.

🧜🏾‍♀️ The black feminine is capable of more than you know.

Yes, mermaids/sirens/snakes & the mami watas can be scary at times but that’s what stepping into mysticism of deep waters is like. Water is capable of many things, it is one of the most powerful elements on earth. It can nourish you and kill you, and that’s the beauty of it really.

We should all be grateful the black feminine is so beautiful, fierce & scares the living daylights out of everyone.

You would be dead if it wasn’t.

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