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quietedd · 7 months

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sixpenceee · 1 year

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The Iguazu Falls are composed of 275 separate cascades, which makes it the largest broken waterfall in the world. Made up of a chain of waterfalls that are fed by the Iguazu river. This sits on the border of Argentina and Brazil | source

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yorksnapshots · 1 year

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Trickle Down.

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fortheeeyes1 · 1 month

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Hamersley Gorge Falls - Australia

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istariray23 · 2 months

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Bunga Falls ❤️🌸🌼

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wayoutwest · 1 year

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Dancing Water - Oregon

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sm-baby · 2 years

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Water Falls

QUICK POSEIDON FICLET BECAUSE I WANNA SHOW YALL HOW THE MAN IS DOIN IN PRESENT DAY-- I am going to draw this and I'm making it yall's problem

Word count: 1,392 words 7,371 characters

I made this in under like 3 hours don't expect things to make sense, BYYEEE (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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“ You say that your work life and private life are different?”

“ Marcus and Poseidon are two separate people to me. But ultimately I don't mind! We all make personas with different people and situations we interact with, It's part of maturing! I've been Poseidon for as long as I remember.”

“ And when was the last time you were Marcus?”

“ Well … I'm Marcus when I'm around… The Queen? “

“ Shouldn't you be Poseidon with The Queen?”

“ I mean yes, she is technically work, but… I still want to form a personal connection with her, you know? I don't blame myself for that. “

“ You want to be Marcus, but you also have to be Poseidon?”

“ I guess? “

“ Interesting. But I'm more so asking when was the last time you were only Marcus? When was the last time you told somebody your deepest secrets, someone you allowed yourself to be vulnerable to?”

“ Only my uncle, honestly. I think no matter how hard I try to be Poseidon with him, I just can't help but be Marcus. ”

“ And how often do you see him?”

“ … Once a month. “

With that, the therapist scribbled down notes on his pad. At the end of the 50 minutes the doctor provided his blue patient with an assignment: During days when he is not needed at work, he should spend time by himself in his own home.

Poseidon frowned at the idea. He didn't like the thought of losing the various luxuries being a coven head gave. The riches, the servants, all the materials he can have to build and plan out anything that he wanted--...

Though, maybe he had not minded that last part as much. Admittedly inventing had not been as fun as it used to be as a child.

He and his therapist had spoken about this lightly in a session already. With-- all of his ideas having to go through certain qualifications, approvals, meetings, and him having to prove why this invention should exist, it tired him. He didn't look forward to the blueprints as much as he did making little scribbles as a child. Sometimes he just wanted to create something without having to justify why. Sometimes he just wanted to play.

When your most beloved thing turns into your profession, there's a part of you that will lose sight of why you wanted to commit to it in the first place. Poseidon had noticed it when he disassociated in a meeting about a project that could help the masses. An invention was being pitched to him and he couldn't care less.

What Poseidon disliked the most about the assignment is that-- in order to feel more of Marcus, he had to leave behind everything work related to, work.

And by that, it meant that he had to leave his underwater base, and go back home.

Poseidon looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing the clothes of the average blue coven witch, with a warm coat on top. The base was to be closed for a couple of days and non-essential servants were sent home until Poseidon was back.

With a carriage of his belongings for the weekend, Poseidon left the underwater base through a tunnel and a horse with his horseshoes.

The Poseidon base had become his home ever since he was given the rank of a coven head. He'd consider it more home than the house he neglected back in his old village. It was a different house from his uncle; a house that he had gotten himself once he was independent enough to leave home. He would send servants to clean it every other month so it wouldn't look like it was abandoned, but he hadn't seen it for almost a century.

It was so much less native than his uncle's but it was far from his rich life as a coven head. In the base, he'd eat plentiful food almost every day. On days when he's not pompously seated at a table where servants awaited him, he'd feed in his room away from the eyes of everyone else.

It was almost like a completely new town to him. All the people that he remembered at that point had died. The village itself has gone through plenty of renovations, he was surprised that it wasn’t populated enough to be considered a city! So many things happened at the span of two centuries..

Even the market place was crowded. It was so much more filled than he remembered. Asking the butcher for chicken and having him weigh it before paying was strange to Poseidon. He had not done that in the longest time, but… in a way it was homey. It came naturally to him.

He had been doing things like this as a child when his uncle sent him to do chores. He couldn’t help but stop his tracks at a fruit stand as he remembered it being his favorite thing to get. The feeling of an apple that he could almost immediately snack on, was infinitely more pleasant to touch than raw meat.

The man scanned the stand blankly trying to come off as just another patron picking up fruit, but in his head memories were flowing in. The nice stranger that managed the stand was no longer the one running it. Rather, it was a young woman in charge. The stand looked the same sans a couple upgrades, and it had a name at the top. If he had to guess, she must have been a descendant who carried out the family business.

He didn’t know how to feel about that. He was happy that the owner found the the business successful enough to pass it down to more generations, but it only reminded him how almost everything can change. There was nothing to remember fondly as everything was different

Poseidon opened the door to the house. The curtains were closed and everything was dark.

The light from the door frame was the only thing illuminating the room; his shadow stood as still as he did. He was afraid to step into the darkness though he knew that was the thing he came here for. He could almost hear the gossip from the other witches there. Someone finally came to inhabit the house. The house where a cleaning crew was sent to every month or so.

They stared at him as he close the door.

The old resident placed the groceries down on the old dusty dining table. He chuckled grimly. He’s come to a realization that he has to clean the place himself. That would take more than a day but he felt that it would be an experience worth writing about.

Lights now turned on, coat sprailed on the couch, his blue sleeves were rolled up to his elbow as he washed his hands before preparing the chicken. He remembered making dinner with his uncle when he was a young boy. He remembered how lonely it was to do it on his own the first time he moved out. Now he was a man with plenty more experience and years of wisdom, and yet he somehow felt as lonely as he did back then.

Looking up after using the sink, Marcus realized… he hasn’t… smiled… ever since he came back.

Is this what Marcus was like..?

He leaned on the counter down to his elbows as his hands covered his face. This was how Marcus was like, wasn’t it… he remembered why he wasn’t him all that often. He remembered why he put off coming here for the longest time.

The fact that he wasn’t smiling wasn’t the thing that itched at him. One could argue that he wasn’t smiling because he was simply unhappy but that wasn’t the case.

The reason why he wasn’t smiling was because he had no one else to fake it to. And now in the mirror, seeing how unhappy he was, he couldn’t help but feel the most himself in what he saw.

That was Marcus.

That was who he was running from.

Marcus felt like he knew it for the longest time, but it was always at the back of his head. He was lonely. And nothing else could distract him from that.

#Water falls #Poseidon #writing #fuckingggg Poseidon in a trenchcoat pog pog pog

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xoglitterbomb · 28 days

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so pretty <3