#chase your inspiration

[emi98338]

Perfectly imperfect just like me 💖

#chase your inspiration #painting #watercolor #watercolor art #watercolor painting #art #oc artwork #be your best self #new year 2024

[itsmoonpeaches]

Title: Long Live the King

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Heroes of Olympus

Rating: T

Word count: 1,012

Summary: Annabeth does not expect the god that appears after her prayers to Poseidon.

Also available on ao3.

Flames cracked against the walls of the tin can creating a miniature campfire. Orange embers broke through the darkness and illuminated the damp sands below. The sea thrashed against the shore, churning, yet forcing restraint. The waters had continued this dance for months.

Annabeth could hear the growling of the monsters stored in the forest and beyond that the sounds of her fellow campers trotting around Camp Half-Blood preparing for bed.

Her hearing had always been good, and her instincts were always hypersensitive. But, as her head pounded, as she glanced up at the near starless sky, as she clutched at the s’more in her hand, she wished that she could turn it all off. Perhaps, pause her racing thoughts and the way she twitched for her knife.

She did not have that power.

Annabeth let out a breath, and she watched the puff rise from her mouth upon the coattails of this summer night’s cool humidity.

She dropped the s’more into the can. The fire hesitated under its weight. Then it smoked, wisps spiraling into the air around a treat she would miss.

When she spoke next, she did not pray to her mother.

“Lord Poseidon,” she whispered. The graham crackers snapped in half. “The Argo II is ready. Tomorrow is the day. We finally know where Percy is.” Her now empty hand reached for the red coral that hung around her neck along with the clay beads that shared the leather string. She was a veteran. She knew what was at stake. “I will find him.”

Annabeth lay on the beach. Her bare feet dug into the sand and grains filled the spaces between her toes.

She drifted to sleep listening to the rhythmic beats of the waves along Long Island Sound.

-

A voice that belonged to someone unrecognizable rang in Annabeth’s ears with a terrifying quality. Like thunder roiling beneath the surface of a dank cave and echoing from a hundred fissures at once.

“Open your eyes.”

Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do it, insolent girl!”

Suddenly, she was drenched. Saltwater entered her nostrils, choked her breath, grappled with her limbs, and dragged.

It was only then that she decided to obey. But in that horrid moment, she found herself being yanked into the black ocean. The shore was long gone, and the hope of moonlight drained away as did the color of her skin.

Bubbles released from her throat. Her eyes burned, and then the strands of her hair came loose till it was a liability to whatever vision she had left.

She struggled to swim against the riptide that pushed her down to no avail.

She was trapped, left wanting for oxygen.

And then.

“Breathe now if you know what is good for you,” the voice commanded.

She did not dare delay. Against her better judgment, she opened her mouth and breathed. And against logic, what met her was not water drowning her but fresh air.

In a moment of clarity, her feet alighted on the bottom of the ocean, and the darkness abated just enough. She should have been crushed by tons of water, but for some reason, she remained unharmed.

Creatures scuttled along the sand, many of which she could not identify within the shadowy depths. Broken shells and broken glass bottles pocked the floor. An eel whipped past her.

A figure appeared. It was a creature with the upper half of a man and the bottom half of a dual-tailed fish. However, he radiated more power than she guessed a mere subject of the seas would. His green skin shared the hue of seaweed, and he held a conch in his hand.

“I should warn you,” stated the being. His words were melodic, like a cresting wave. He sounded different from the voice. “There are not many things my father wants that he cannot obtain himself,” he explained. “Yet now he is being denied. That is a dangerous thing.”

“Lord Triton,” said Annabeth.

“Indeed,” Triton agreed. The iridescent scales on his tails flicked with the water’s ebbing light. “Unlike my esteemed father and mother, I do not have the pleasure of retaining a Roman form. That fool Apollo and I share that fortune.”

“You didn’t call me here.”

“An astute observation,” he scoffed. “I am the Herald of the Sea after all. And the sea will not be tempted to follow all the land’s rules.” He lifted his conch to his lips and sounded the horn.

The waters rumbled. Ripples resounded from their area outward, and the floor swirled.

Triton smirked. With a final wave, he vanished in a cloud of bubbles and seafoam.

From the sands rose a magnificent figure the size of a building. Molded from the seabed and dark stone trenches came the great form of a man.

What Annabeth saw before her was no ethereal being, but a beast. A god.

Eyes made of hurricanes observed her, and she could see in them the ocean warring with itself. With every blink, she heard sailors begging for their lives before storms took them, and with every shudder from his trident, a ship slammed into jagged rocks and shattered.

He was crowned with bleached coral. His body was water, and his beard a great squid’s tentacles entwined with lost treasures.

“Well, Annabeth Chase,” said the god from his throne melded together from the wreckage of Spanish galleons and shards of imploded submarines. “You offered me a promise.”

She looked at him with trembling hands. Behind him, the hull of a cargo ship sank. Bodies trailed along her, and the screams of dying men ceased in the madness of the sea.

Annabeth had not met this god before.

When he grinned, his teeth were sharper than a shark’s, and barnacles sprouted between them. The red blood of the sacrifices that the Romans had made in fear of him whirled through his insides. The ruins of an old pirate ship splattered in his stomach along with the bones of its captain.

Neptune clenched the arms of his throne. “Return my son to me.”

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #flash fiction friday #poseidon #annabeth chase #triton #itsmoonpeaches fanfic #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #i would be lying if i didn't add that this was inspired by black sails and flint's anger #hilarious that the gif i chose is also from black sails #fff249 #open your eyes

[bleaksqueak]

see, ppl can say what they want about the resi 3 remake, but the remake got Mikhail perfect. Also i actually really love weird Puppy Nemesis lmao

#GET OFF OF HIS TRAIN SHITBIRD #ilu grandpa you did your best #I think the remake is fine #there's parts of the original I miss a ton #and parts I am glad are gone #mostly I'm just confused by the rose colored glasses everyone remembers wrt a nemesis that doesn't exist #he was never a random stalker he always had scripted spawns and due to the ps1 limitations the “random” was down to two or three options #with that said re3 remake coming off the heels of re7 with pretty good stalkers like jack and margeurite #and then directly off the heels of re2 with one of the best programmed game stalkers i've ever seen #he's a letdown for sure #I loved the pre-release rumors saying nemesis would chase you into safe rooms #that should have been a real thing #Oh wow is it really time for our regularly scheduled resident evil obsessing?? #I wanted to name Nikolai after Mikhail but mercury spatted me with a newspaper and told me I had too many M names #I have had this fondness for hero grandpa for a long time okay #anyway I know that absolutely no one follows me for resident evil so lmao ignore my rambling #it's fine though #because no matter if you follow me for solivaga or homestuck :) #I've fed you resident evil no matter what #what do you mean parts of the harley manor are inspired by the spencer mansion!? #HAHA GOT'EM #what do you mean there's a ton of resident evil refs in soli #RAT STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oozeandgoo-art]

friend of mine showed me these shirts ("no matter where i go, trouble always finds me" and "trouble", couples thing) and until i play it i am choosing to believe this is what Alan Wake's American Nightmare is like

#keep forgetting to post my doodles. will be uploading a handful #alan wake #mr. scratch #aw2 bodies awan inspiration i guess #im like treading water in this one discord server desperately trying to follow along while everyone talks about scratch like he's the most #annoying ex boyfriend any of us have ever had but on steroids when im mostly used to him like . breathing loudly into the microphone and #chasing you down hallways going I WANT YOUR LIFE. ITS MY LIFE NOW I DESERVE IT #doodle #monochrome #not very good if im honest with you #i dont know how to draw illkka villi's face yet so i am just getting by by just drawing a zillion lines onto his chin

[im-madam-baby]

Never forget your goals and purposes for the future; keep moving forward. It's never too late to start anything. The only thing that's stopping you is yourself. While countless opportunities exist in this world, seize them without hesitation. It's okay to face rejection along the way, as a few of those rejections may lead you to better opportunities. Eventually, you may encounter an unexpected chance that could change your life. Therefore, make the most of your time and seize every opportunity that comes your way, regardless of others' opinions. If you desire it, seize it fearlessly.

#inspiration #motivation #goals #purpose #self improvement #opportunity #seize it #never too late #keep going #believe in yourself #chase your dreams #dont give up #positivity #determination #self empowerment #quotes #quote #quoteoftheday #life quotes #life quote #inspiring quotes #inspiring #inspiring quote #inspirational quotes #inspirational quote #inspirational #motivating quotes #motivating quote #motivational quote #motivational

[lale-txt]

for every “there is not enough content of x” i grow an additional middle finger

#i was having this conversation with friends and a similar one with another friend #like i get it. i get the feeling of wanting to READ a fic and not write it yourself #but the current air in fandom to me often feels very demanding #something something expecting everything to be catered to your liking #without even considering that one could just do it themselves #like write that oddly specific fic you want to read yourself #indulge yourself #let it reach the right people and inspire someone else to follow along #it’s really easy when you think about it #idk i have a lot of scattered thoughts on this #also about the implications of ‘content’ itself #like it’s something easy to consume that will never fully fill you #and puts involuntary pressure on writers and artists to just throw out stuff chasing some validation they never get in return #cw vent #i guess??? #lale.txt

[pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird]

god help my soul im writing fic again

#got a flash of inspiration and i gotta chase it while it's here #not for any fandom ive written for before of course #no that would make sense and be logical #just jumping off the diving board into writing for a fandom i have read close to nothing for #stardew valley elliott fans if youre out there keep your eyes peeled #my posts

[treesurface]

the key to a good song is for there to be a part where the vocalist says a phrase over and over and over

#this post mostly inspired by bloodhail by have a nice life #we know where you sleep by the paper chase #and ankles to your earlobes by the paper chase #probably others too though #probably even others that i like too

[totallynotparody]

I remember being a young blonde girl who read the percy Jackson books, and being so impowered by annabeth. i had adhd, i was a "gifted kid", i couldn't spell for shit (still can't) but i loved to read and i never socialized because all my gifted peers thought i was stupid, and all the other kids thought i was weird.

And as someone who grew up a dumb blonde, despite my smarts, Annabeth was so important to me. And you know, the dumb blonde stereotype isn't really prevelant anymore, which makes Leah's Annabeth so important.

I'm not black. But Leah as Annabeth means so much to me, because black women, especially black girls, are underappreciated, underestimated, and overlooked by everyone, of every race, of every gender.

Leah Jeffries portrays Annabeth as capable and smart, but lonely, strategic and desperate and abandoned and complex, and black girls don't get that nearly as much as they should.

Leah's Annabeth is outwardly changed, but she's exactly the same. Her core values are the same. Her motivations and character developments are the same, and people can't see past that.

Right now, a black Annabeth is so much more important than a blonde one, and it's really shitty that so many people can't see past her skin tone, because Leah Jeffries is such a talented actress, and she's 14 years old and means so much to black girls across the world, and white strangers hate her so much and she doesn't deserve that hate for being talented.

#i am not black and i am honestly not that good with words #but i had a lot of thoughts about annabeth #and im so happy that black girls get to be inspired by her in the same way that i was #let me know if anything i said here was wrong or racist or should have been worded differently please! #im trying my best to improve myself and see the world equally #if that makes sense #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #leah sava jeffries #she's literally annabeth guys pull your heads out your asses

[jasab]

#Paulo Coelho #The Alchemist #heart #tell your heart #suffering #dreams #chasing that feeling #dream chaser #chasing dreams #forest #generative drive #inspiration #note to self #note to everyone #reminder

[aroaceleovaldez]

actually everyone hold the fuck up.

Ye olde fandom jokes about throwing apples being marriage proposals in Ancient Greece (not true but besides the point) + Annabeth is explicitly based off of Atalanta. 

WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE FICS ABOUT PERCY JUST ABSOLUTELY LOBBING APPLES AROUND DURING A FOOTRACE WITH ANNABETH? HELLO??? It’s RIGHT THERE-

#pjo #riordanverse #annabeth chase #could also apply to any Annabeth ships of course take your pick #seriously though where are all the Leaning Into Mythos Inspirations fics n stuff #i swear i will do this myself if no one else will

[therealmackenson10]

Check out my latest track. “MACK- Chase Yo Dreams”. Now on Spotify, Tidal, and Apple Music.

No more calls for drinks, I’m on a mission, Elon Musk mindset, business is my religion. Let it sink in, no time to hesitate, Gotta chase success, no room for debate.

#art #elon musk #Tesla #chase yo dreams #chase your dreams #motivation #inspiration #new music #music #hip hop #rap #spoken word #summer #hustle #capitalism #Miami #Florida #dope #Naples #fort myers #instrumental #Orlando #Tampa #local artist #artist #support your local artist #signal boost #Spotify #apple music #tidal

[warlordfelwinter]

having a morning

#searching for appy slices just out of curiosity to see how many notes it has #without realizing that it won't show up in search cause the og post is deleted #is how i find out someone wrote tmnt smut inspired by that post #that they saw on pinterest #and their description of the pinterest post was *juuuust* different enough from my og post #that i think someone on pinterest stole my joke #anyway if anyone sees that floating around #i like to check in on how it's doing every once in a while #'are ya winning son' but it's me seeing how many people on other websites have stolen my post #and called me 'he' in the process #personal #also no shade to the fic writer chase your bliss #it just surprised me #and unless someone on pinterest had an incredibly similar joke idea about their office turtle as i did about charlie #then i think it must have been mine lmao

[burning-landfill]

Perfectly smol

#mcyt #vintagebeef #pauseunpause #ethoslab #team canada #my art #so….. been a while #I’m gonna be honest my SS fixation is pretty much gone #so if you were following from then this is your cue to jump ship #I’m not sure what I’m gonna do going forward #think I’ll just chase the serotonin #and right now what makes me happy are minecrafters that I’ve been watching for almost a decade #ya I’m autistic how could you tell #also I totally ripped the base of these designs from sentientstump so #very sorry #but their art is so good and it inspired me to create again #go look at them it’s top tier boys over there #ok I’m done talking #so long if you’re leaving and hello if you’re new

[teaandinanity]

This is SO interesting, my Dark Urge character in BG3 sometimes just.... does not have the moderate and sane options that my blank slate one did. I definitely feel like this ought to be a second playthrough NG+ kind of thing but also I’m having so much fun with him that I do not WANT to finish my other playthrough first. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#I'm sure I've even missed some of them #and I definitely notice the unhinged flavor of some of the options #the ones that are specific to DUrge I mean #like going 'I've always wondered what my own burning flesh would smell like' when faced with possible branding #my dude that is fucked up #love it #but also talking to the baby owlbear you do not have ANY of the soft options #your only option is to tell it to start attacking goblins #whereas a more hinged character can persuade it to do the chicken chase course #and I think had other options also? #Very Interesting Stuff #also I'm LOVING the inspirations he's getting #just moments when it's like 'oh man that's what's sticking in your head. that is so messed up. I love it.' #anyway yes he is absolutely getting fanfic I want to study him like a bug #babble tea (blacklist this for less chatter)

[jjacqualope]

I don't know what's going on with the show anymore but based on the few clips I've seen my new crack theory is that Ruby casts off her own identity, gets yeeted back in time, and becomes the Summer Rose everyone knows and talks about.

#destroy your identity #why #become your own mom (hero) #you sound just like your mother/your mother said those words to me #was there a summer rose once? sure #but ruby and yang really only knew the idea of her #not actually her since she disappeared when they were so small #its like that one dnd campaign where the world ended and the heros had to become the gods they once worshipped so the world could be reborn #ruby rose has to die to become summer and inspire a better ruby #what if you could leave ruby rose behind? #well her mom sure did #also #something something the cycle of chasing something that never existed #also thats why they look the exact same #and why she gets all the #shes always been right in front of us #anyway lmao