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just went snorkelling and saw some fish
#i love the water#percy jackson#posideon#posideon core#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#solangelo#archive of our own#marauders#jegulus#pjo fanfic#percy jackon and the olympians#ao3 fanfic
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a/n: thank you jello for working on this with me!
“Weakness,” Adriel sneered, floating above the lake. The lake. The one place they felt free, running on water (Ava) and throwing stones (Bea), joining together at the end of a long day to watch the sunset, shoulder to shoulder, a million things unsaid, before heading in for the night. The dark nights, where all the affection would escape, sung through sleepy whispers and relaxed muscles. Their bodies would say what they could not in the day, plagued by their own thoughts of proper and improper, of responsibility and reliance. But each night, toes dipped in the water as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, was a masterpiece in itself. A safe space. The one space in the day where they could be them. Not the halo bearer and the sister warrior. Not the orphan and the diplomats’ daughter. Just them.
It was not a safe place now. Ava’s heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline seeping into her muscles. Adriel just laughed. Dark clouds rumbled above, mixing with the fiery undertones of the sky. It was just them, staring each other down. “Weakness,” he laughed again, with the brandish of a hand. An orange portal appeared at his fingertips, sucking through a struggling figure, trapped in his grasp by the collar.
“Bea!” Ava jolted forward, stopping immediately at the knife at Bea’s throat.
Beatrice stopped her struggling at once, locking eyes with Ava as her limbs sagged. Weights, pulling her to the Earth’s core. “Ava–” she breathed, eyes full of admiration, and devotion, and… regret.
“Love,” Adriel laughed again, disdain thick in his tone. “It is unbecoming of you.”
His fingers released, sending Beatrice plummeting straight into the water, a flash of panic in her eye.
No hesitation.
Ava dove in after her, thanking the countless hours she’d spent at the pool.
The water was dark and murky. Ava caught just a glimpse of the silver chains tugging Beatrice down, the halo accelerating to catch up.
Ava’s legs pumped as she hooked her arms under Bea’s, urging the halo to go faster. The weight was unsurmountable, barely moving an inch closer to the surface with each surge of the halo. It was starting to flicker, Ava’s lungs aching, legs turning to jello.
In the dim bursts of gold, Bea met her eyes, firmly shaking her head.
Go.
Leave me here.
Ava just shook her head back, wanting to scream. The need for air grew, pressing against the inside of her lungs.
IN THIS LIFE.
But Bea just begged, those wide doe eyes undoubtedly filled with tears, washed out by the expanse of water surrounding them.
Ava knew exactly what Beatrice was trying to say. Save yourself. The halo was getting weaker with each passing second. Pulsing fainter and fainter in Ava’s back as the argument went on. If the halo went out, they would both be dead. Beatrice would never allow that. Save yourself Ava. For me.
But Ava could not.
She gripped harder, reaching deep within herself. A warmth grew in her chest, energy flooding her legs as she propelled them to the surface.
Her head broke the surface, lungs immediately heaving in air. “Bea!” she gasped, overcome with glee. “We made it!”
Beatrice did not respond as Ava flipped them to float, limp in her grasp. “Bea?”
Her head just lolled, rolling against Ava’s chest.
“Bea!”
Yanking off the chains, Ava kicked through the water, dragging Bea onto the rocks as soon as she could.
She waited for a breath.
Nothing.
Felt for a pulse.
Nothing.
Immediately snapping into action, she tilted Bea’s head back, ignoring the bluish pallor tinging Bea’s skin.
A familiar British accent echoed in her ears from last week, back when they were still training. Pinch the nose shut. Make the seal. Breathe. Watch for the rise of the chest. She did so, heart stuttering. Good, Ava. Now compressions.
She crossed her hands, establishing a steady rhythm with each pump. Ava shoved down the panic crawling up her throat. When Beatrice had brought it up a week ago, she’d laughed. (“If you wanted to touch my chest, Bea, you could’ve just asked!” Bea just turned bright red, trying not to stammer.) She’d never thought that she’d ever need it, let alone on Bea.
Ava tried not to sob, watching the CPR force copious amounts of water from Bea’s lungs. Could a person even hold that much?
Bea’s ribs bowed with each compression, guilt twisting into Ava;s heart with each press. This was going to hurt.
That is, if she survives.
Ava forced the traitorous thought from her mind, focusing solely on giving breaths and compressions, murmured pleas for Beatrice to wake.
It takes forever, but the prayers are answered.
Bea coughs, and Ava stops, staring as Bea’s dark eyes finally open, finding each other right away.
Ava pulls her to sit, helping her expel some of the remaining water. Sliding in behind her, Ava lets Bea slouch against her front.
The sky has cleared, and all there is to do is call for help. She sends a pulse, hoping Lilith or Jillian will be able to track it. In the meantime, her focus turns back to Bea, boneless with exhaustion. A slight wheeze to each breath. Ava runs a soothing hand over Bea’s sopping hair, smoothing the flyaways.
Her breathing evens out eventually, and they are left staring there, once again, as the sun lowers, casting an array of oranges, pinks, and purples across the sky.
Ava’s almost sure Bea is asleep, drowsy from the relentless battles she’s endured just today, when a quiet voice mumbles. It’s strained, and wheezy, but sure. “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it,” Bea whispers, eyes sliding shut as she turns into Ava’s neck.
“Song of Solomon 8:7,” Ava whispers back, holding her closer as she rests her face into the back of Bea’s head. “Isn’t that a little on the nose?” she smiles, knowing that Bea will somehow feel it.
“As long as you know it’s true.” Bea takes a little pause, watching the last of the sun disappear.
“I love you.”
#i love the water#not a fan of drowning tho#heheheh tried to sneak a few flags in there#warrior nun#sister beatrice#ava silva#avatrice#boink scribbles
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My fascination with the sea
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MY DOCTOR HAS CLEARED ME TO TAKE BATHS AGAIN
HELL YES
#tin talks#I have missed just sitting in water#I love the water#I want to go back to the water#Water save me
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a storm approaches and i know this because of the way my heart yearns to crack and split and pierce in tandem with the lightning.
the eroding will begin soon.
i learn dead languages in rotting drains- every word sets sail on the ancient tides and soon becomes lost at sea.
is it cruel that the water that drowned my lovers ship is the same of that which pools in my eyes,
and the same salt stains my skin even after a mermaid has licked the rebel tears?
i am not the same being who went into the change, you shall see when i return.
whatever happens in the rain, stays in the rain.
erosion is mine alone.
- LM
#their lips taste like the ocean#am i drowning or swimming#writing#poetry#i love the water#i love dancing in the rain#erosion is real#change is real#poets of tumblr
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i watch baseball for the side quests (ps: this baseball player also makes fruit cocktails midgame)
#please… when he started decorating it with sunflower seeds#when the commentators were like: he actually tried to pour water in the moat#;_______; i love#baseball can not be a real sport#my fave moment is still mantis-chan perched on victor robles’ cap. the tandem we deserve#but this. this come close#the nhl should let opposing players in the penalty box build a snowman together#lourdes gurriel jr#arizona diamondbacks#baseball#mlb
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Do you love the colour of the sturgeon?
Which one?
#sturgeon#sturgeon fish#fish#fishblr#i love pngs#i love sturgeon fish#I did not edit the colors of any of these photos but I feel like I should say: m#some of these are taken under water which makes the colors look different#do you love the color of the sky
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Your job sounds really cool !
Can you swim ?
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You think so? Thank you! 😄
Yesss my other favorite outdoor activity! I'm 20min from the beach so that's where I'll be as much as possible soon hopefully. Waiting for all the spring breakers to get the fuck out of here
Also will catch me at the pool!
I read your story and am going to reply, it did send me in a spiral so thanks for that. In a good way
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boy who's never seen a large body of water before + insane force abilities = a very tired obi-wan
(donation doodles! // tip jar)
#i love obi wan's teen mom era#obi wan kenobi#kit fisto#anakin skywalker#star wars#star wars the clone wars#my doods#jedi temple#skywalkers & water
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if i were gonna be any mythical creature it would be a mermaid. i just love the idea of seeming so beautiful and serene, and then just drowning men at sea
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shower time shower time shower time shower time!!!!
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in the mood for a skinny dip
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#I really love how this turned out#very random but the pics works well together#cottagecore#nature#naturecore#flowers#flowercore#cats#animals#cozycore#cosycore#photography#alternative aesthetic#light acadamia aesthetic#water#soft aesthetics#pink aesthetic
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Pretty fish lady <3
#digital art#drivebypainter art#art#my art#anime art#fanart#genshin impact#fujin genshin#Fujin genshin impact#npc genshin impact#npc genshin#genshin impact fanart#genshin fanart#She is so pretty#I love water themes/fish themes in characters#the way her dress turns into water? GAH I’m in love#ofc I had to draw her
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honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered
#i think about gideon nav every day#she makes me want to eat drywall#shes so jesus shes so her own thing shes so god and savior It Is Finished divinity of love and sacrifice#honestly so much of harrow is so so relatable to me shes so real for everything she does#her little griddlehark meetcute au her little divine highness au#ive already waxed poetic about the harrow nova au#sorry to keep waxing poetic about this but i really am rotted about them#like im going insane. tamsyn muir when i get you tamsyn when i catch you#griddlehark#tlt spoilers#harrowhark nonagesimus#i am you as you are me we are one and two and two and one#i cannot conceive of a universe without you.#should i forget you let my right hand also be forgotten; add more also. if aught but death part me and thee.#I FELL INTO THE WATER AND NOW IM FREE
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“Tim. Timmy. Ancients, kid, what are you doing?!”
Danny Phantom smacked away the instinctual terror of seeing an eight year old dangling out of a third story window.
“I gotta go take pictures of Batman and Robin! They’re out tonight!”
Danny thought that his barely healed vivisection wound might bust open from the sheer stress.
“Setting aside how you even know the patrol schedule of honest to god vigilantes, why’d you choose the window? The house is literally empty, just walk out the front door, for Ancient’s sake.”
Tim paused, a motion Danny was overwhelmingly thankful for, and blinked sheepishly.
“Um… for the aesthetic?”
Danny allowed the silence to settle between them before dropping his head into his waiting hands. Tim panicked.
“You- you can’t stop me!”
And yeah, Danny really can’t. In the months he’s been mooching off of the Drakes (not that they’ll notice), Danny’s learned that Tim Drake is nothing but relentless in the pursuit of whatever he sets his mind on. Whether thet might be putting hot chocolate in his cereal (which Danny doesn’t actually mind) or, apparently, stalking a pair of vigilantes.
He wanted to hack into the library cameras? Danny had to hover just to make sure the kid didn’t get caught after arguing for an hour about it.
He walked out of that argument with a loss, yes, but he also let Tim know that Danny cared about him. Danny also walked out of that argument with a new hatred for Janet and Jack Drake and his mind (just as diabolical as Tim’s) whirring with plans to haunt them.
Tim is never ever introducing his new little brother to Tucker. Ever.
“Okay. I don’t want to see you take unnecessary risks, but I’m also aware that I can’t really stop you. So. I’ll go with you.”
Maybe this is like… Tim’s obsession? When he put it that way, Danny lost the fight to prevent this tiny kid from what clearly is the only joy in his poor life.
“But…!” Tim’s eyes darted to Danny’s chest, the vivisection scars still fresh in his mind.
“They’re healed.” Danny pulled his dumbass little brother off the window sill, core settling as Tim follows willingly. “I’ll make us invisible and fly with you behind Batman and Robin so you can get even better shots. You can’t make any noise, though. That camera got a shutter sound, right?”
“Yeah!” Tim’s face brightened and Danny melted. He shoved a bottle of the (incredibly stinky but helpful in a pinch) ecto contaminated tap water into a backpack, along with some snacks and a blanket for when Tim gets cold. Danny’ll be fine, he’s got a Space Core. The cold his kind of his thing.
“Cool. We’ll stay out of earshot. If things starts to get too dicey, we’re heading home, okay?”
“Okay!” The look Tim shot him is full of trust and adoration and it makes Danny’s human heart squeeze painfully. “C’mon! I don’t want to be late!”
“We need to talk about your stalking tendencies later,” Danny said fondly.
“I’m not stalking them! I’m observing them!”
“Uh-huh,” Danny drawled, picking Tim up and making them intangible and invisible. “They’re not a bird observatory and also, even the birds in the observatory knows they’re being watched. Batman and Robin clearly doesn’t.”
Danny felt more than saw Tim’s pout.
He laughs as they fly just below the Gotham-brand of toxic smog. He waves to the City’s Spirit as Tim cranes his head around to catch sight of Batman and Robin.
“There!”
Danny obliged. With Danny’s flight, Tim got much better- much closer- photos than he would have originally.
Danny hung back as the pair of vigilantes swooped down to take care of a mugging.
“Wanna mess with them?” He grinned down at his little brother, canines glinting.
Tim looked up at him, admiration and mischievousness in his gaze. “Yes.”
Gotham parted her clouds in response to their glee.
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Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, finally understood why criminals are so creeped out by him.
Other than the whole flippy child kicking grown people’s asses and winning thing, obviously (that, and Batman loomed menacingly behind him everytime a criminal even looked at Robin wrong).
Batman had picked up on it first, but the for entirety of their patrol, they kept hearing eerie little giggles and laughter. Haunting them. Never distracting. But persistent. And so creepy. He got goosebumps.
“B, I wanna go home.”
“Hm.” That’s a resounding yes if Dick’s ever heard one.
Maybe Alfred can chase away the giggles and chuckles.
Robin shudders and follows the Bat home.
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Danny lowered the temperature as he held Tim up near Batman’s cowl so his brother could giggle menacingly. He knew for a fact that any recording device would get completely cram led by the sheer output of ambient ectoplasm he’s emitting. Plus, it freaked Robin out and raised the hairs on the back of the vigilantes’ heads. He tones it down when he noticed Tim rubbing his hands together.
He let out a quiet laugh, enjoying the flight with his brother in his arm and the light of the stars (thanks, Gotham) at his back.
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Danny: oh, this kid’s got an Obsession, gotta let him do it safely, he’s a liminal from all that tap water
Danny: *forgets Tim isn’t a ghost nor is he from Amity and is therefore extremely breakable*
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Danny and Tim: doing crime is a good bonding activity
Batman and Robin, who wants to say no it isn’t but they’re literally a pair of illegal vigilantes:
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Dick as Robin: *cackles*
Tim, learning habits from stalking them: *giggles*
Gotham Criminals: *fear*
#danny phantom#bamf danny phantom#dick grayson#tim drake is a menace#tim drake#baby tim drake#Tim Drake is a little shit#Danny Phantom is a little shit#they’re messing with the bats#and getting away with it#inspired by dick’s iconic Robin cackle#that creepy lil shit#i love them your honor#they’re brothers your honor#Gotham’s F grade tap water#thanks scarecrow#Gotham’s tap water#dc x dp#dp x dc
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