independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney’s the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive–I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney’s the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive–I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney’s the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive–I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney’s the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive–I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney’s the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive–I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney’s the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive–I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
independent roleplay blog for ariel from disney's the little mermaid.
Hey everyone, I’ve moved! This blog is now an archive--I’ve had the best time writing for Ariel with you all, and I hope you guys will follow me over to my new blog.
//Hey guys. I’ve been MIA for literally like two whole weeks, and I’m so, so sorry about that. Life just got kinda out of control for me, and I needed to take some time to chill and just deal with things. I didn’t mean to let this blog get so inactive, but hey, things happen. But now I’m back and I’m going to attempt to revive Ariel. My muse for her pretty much died, but I’m going to see if I can get it together again and write for her. First thing’s first--I’m going to be moving, and this blog will become an archive. Please don’t unfollow me yet, I’m going to spend the day making the new blog and then spam you guys with the link once I do. I’ve never moved everything to another blog like this before, so please bear with me. This is going to be a process, haha. I contemplated just putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus and walking away for good, but I really, really love writing for Ariel with all of you guys, and I wasn’t ready to let that go just yet. I just feel really cluttered on this blog, so I think moving with be just what I need.
okay, i’m like literal trash. i’m so so SO sorry i’ve been completely MIA on here. it’s tech week for the musical i’m in and every last bit of my time & energy has been going toward that, and to top it all off i’ve been feeling a little under the weather. opening night is tomorrow night, though, and i’m hoping that once the craziness of tech week is over my stress levels will go down a little bit and i’ll finally be able to get back on here and get to replies. i know some of you have been waiting ages for replies, and i can’t thank you all enough for your patience and for not unfollowing me, i know it’s been a while since i’ve been totally active, but i promise i’m going to try to get my shit together soon.
“it’s beautiful! truly, i’m rather envious. to smell the sand and the salt all of the time, to walk on the beach with water on your toes…why, i can’t imagine anything else like it, you’re right.” she’d never seen a bigger stretch of water than the river in the woods.
❝it is pretty wonderful,❞ ariel agreed, a small smile forming on her lips as the blonde’s words reminded her just how lucky she truly was to be living in denmark. it was right next to the sea, allowing her to be close to her first home and family but still able to start a new, exciting life in the human world. what more could she possibly want?
❝what’s it like where you’re from?❞
Her lips tightened as the young woman relayed her excitement. She wasn’t necessarily wrong — Paris could be beautiful and no matter where Esmeralda traveled, she would always call the city her home, yet life was far from wonderful. In the fair city of Paris, there existed two realities: the bright haven of culture and decadence that Ariel would witness, and the murky cavity overrun by the stench of depravity. Those who lived in the latter were sentenced to always watch fortune and elegance pass them by so closely yet eternally out of reach.
This lowly, pitiful reality, was far truer than the blissfully ignorant reality of noblemen and ladies, but she had already struck at the woman’s sense of wonder. There was no reason to deliver another blow — especially after she had shown her such kindness. Ariel was likely to blend in well with the city, and in turn, the city would no doubt offer every piece of its sparkling reputation while shoving all that was less favorable into the shadows.
"I think you’ll find it lovely," she said at last, her gentle smile returning, "If you so wished, I could recommend a few places to visit while you’re here."
Ariel could tell that her unwavering enthusiasm for Paris was not reciprocated by Esmeralda, as her new friend pursed her lips the very second the words of excitement left her mouth. The gesture was followed by a brief silence, and a moment of panic quickly came over the redhead as she worried that she had said something offensive. Just as she was about to ask if she had done anything wrong, the redhead’s fears were assuaged by Esmeralda’s next words, an offer to point her in the direction of some of the finest things Paris had to offer.
❝Really? Oh my gosh, that would be fantastic!❞ Clasping her hands together in delight, the former mermaid was absolutely thrilled by Esmeralda’s kind gesture. ❝You must know all the best places to visit!❞
okay that’s it i’m jumping on the text post promo bandwagon
Ursula’s lip curled into a sneer as she waited for Ariel to make a move. She raised her free hand, snapping her fingers at the girl in an attempt to draw her attention back. “Come on, dear, we don’t have all day.” That wasn’t exactly true, but Ursula was impatient to get back into the sea and to her lair—it was familiar territory, safe territory.
Finally, Ariel took her hand. Ursula clutched it tightly, letting her nails dig into the girl’s skin, before using her magic to transport them both into the ocean, just under the surface of the water. Only then did she remove the enchantment Triton had set on the redhead that gave her a human form. Cruel, yes, but the little brat deserved to suffer for all the trouble she’d caused. And that suffering would start right now.
The sea witch barely gave Ariel a moment to recover before whisking the both of them away once more with her magic, this time back to the lair she’d kept years before. Perhaps a risky move, using magic in the ocean, and returning to a place Triton knew she’d lived in before, but less risky than swimming all the way there, or trying to find a different place to hide. So far her idiot brother was still unaware of her return, and that suited her plans perfectly.
The lair was in almost the same condition she’d left it—of course, Ursula had had to clean it up a tad and place a few magical protections around the area before settling back in, but even from the first moment she’d returned here, it had still felt like barely anything had changed in her absence. The sea witch smiled faintly, and shifted her grip on Ariel so that she held the girl’s wrist, more gently than before but firmly enough to prevent her from escaping. “Welcome home…” She murmured, almost as though she was speaking to herself.
It all happened so fast that Ariel hardly had any time to process what was occurring. Almost immediately once she grabbed Ursula’s hand, she felt her legs merge back into her old sea-green tail, and the pair was whisked away from the shores of Denmark as though they had never been there at all. Before she could even blink, Ariel found herself back in Ursula’s lair for the first time since she signed that fateful contract all those years ago. The redhead once looked at it as a blessing in disguise, as although her agreement with Ursula nearly backfired and cost her everything, it had all worked out in the end as her father finally realized that the human world was where she belonged. But now it seemed to all be for nothing, those years of happiness she spent as a human long gone, as Ariel was indefinitely confined to the sea witch’s lair. She wasn’t going to let herself wallow in self-pity, however--Ariel had no plans to make this a permanent situation, and all of her energy from now on would be devoted to finding some way out of this place. If she could just escape to Atlantica and get to her father...
Ursula’s incredibly constricting grip on her wrist snapped Ariel back to reality, as she was forced to face the horrors of what awaited her. Initially she struggled against her captor’s grip, but realizing it was futile and would only agitate her further, the redhead eventually gave in and let herself be led into the lair. Ursula’s hideout looked exactly the same as the last time she was here, as though it had been frozen in time. She was surprised to find that her father had not destroyed it after the sea witch’s demise, but then again, Ariel knew he certainly hadn’t expected her to come back from the dead. Nobody had, and Ursula undoubtedly strategically waited until the moment when it would be least expected for her to make her big return.
Cerulean hues wide with apprehension, Ariel was itching to ask the number one question on her mind--what was she doing here? She knew Ursula’s goal couldn’t possibly be to kill her, or else she would’ve done it right then and there on the beach. Something told Ariel that what was in store for her was far worse, but she was ready to face whatever was coming her way.
❝What do you want with me?❞
hey everybody! just wanted to let you all know that today is my last day of hiatus! i’m finally on spring break, and i’m going to take the rest of the night to relax & recharge. i’ll be back in full force tomorrow, and i’m going to spend most of the day trying to get through a good chunk of my drafts. thank you all for being so patient with me, and i can’t wait to get back into writing for ariel again!
IT WAS A REMARKABLE THING, JUST HOW MUCH ONE COULD APPRECIATE VOCALITY (THEY SAY A MAN DOESN’T APPRECIATE ANYTHING TILL IT’S LOST). She might hear it from Grimsby himself, once the ravenette was excited — he loved to talk, he loved to inquire and ponder aloud (especially when something fascinated him so). In the way she MARVELED over furniture, he MARVELED over her the awash of coral that framed such pulchritude.
“I still laugh when I think of when you blew all that stuff in Grimsby’s face. What did you think it was for, Ariel?”
Of all the challenges that came with the transition from life as a mermaid to life as a human, the most difficult one for Ariel was familiarizing herself with the culture. Back in Atlantica, she strived to learn all that she could about the human world, but she was quickly realizing that there was still so much she had yet to be taught. And one thing in particular was becoming clearer than ever--Scuttle, self-proclaimed expert on all things human and the former mermaid’s main source of knowledge, had been wrong about a lot of things.
Ariel first realized that something was up on her first night in the castle, when she spotted a dinglehopper at the table and giddily began to run the object through her carmine tresses, just like how Scuttle said humans used them. But the action was met with giggles from Eric and a look that was a cross between shock and horror from Grimsby, prompting her to drop the object at once. It was only a day after the wedding when her husband broke the news that the dinglehopper was really called a fork, and used as a dining utensil, not as a hairbrush. Initially, Ariel dismissed Scuttle’s misinformation and the whole dinglehopper debacle as an isolated incident, but she had completely forgotten about the Grimsby situation in all the chaos of the past few weeks until Eric mentioned it. The redhead was not angry with her friend for his inaccuracy, but it was definitely a little disorienting to have a good portion of the things she thought she knew about the human world be wrong.
❝I thought it was for making music! I mean--that’s what Scuttle said. He called it a...❞ Ariel suddenly trailed off, cerulean hues downcast as she desperately tried to remember what the object was named. ❝--Snarfblat! That’s it!❞
Ariel + scenery {requested by the-sky-is-ablessing-in-disguise}
Flounder sighed in relief as he watched the familiar face come towards the windowsill, happy that he had gotten the right window. He didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he had gotten the wrong window.
He was happy that Ariel had even remembered him, since for a brief moment he thought she had forgotten who he was. It had been a long time since they had seen each other, and the thought that maybe she had forgotten all about him loomed over him for some time.
All of those dreadful thoughts were washed away as he smiled at his best friend happily. Unfortunately, he was a fish, and could not leave the confines of the blue water that he swam in. If he could, he would have ran up to Ariel and given her a big hug. However, due to the current circumstances, the best he could do was wave to his friend from the distance apart they were.
“Ariel!” Flounder greeted his friend with his green eyes gleaming with delight, “H-Hi Ariel! I haven’t seen you in… in forever!”
The very moment Ariel spotted the familiar face waiting near the edge of the shore, she was off and running, determined not to waste another moment peering down at her friend. She couldn’t possibly be happier to see her best friend, sprinting out of her bedroom and down the stairs before he could even finish speaking, accidentally taking out Chef Louis along the way. ❝Sorry!❞ Ariel whipped her head around to mutter a quick apology to the chef, the contents of the platter he had been carrying now scattered everywhere, as she cut through the ballroom on her way out. She felt awful for not sticking around to help him clean up, but she just had to get outside to see Flounder--the former mermaid couldn't wait any longer. Ever since the day they met, back when music was still forbidden in Atlantica, they hadn't gone a single day without seeing each other. This past week had almost felt like torture being apart from him, and Ariel was just itching to tell him all about the human world.
The guilt she felt at leaving Chef Louis behind with a mess vanished almost immediately as she exited the castle and spotted her friend once more, pure, unadulterated joy consuming her at the sight. Once she was at the water’s edge, Ariel knelt down on the shore and pulled her friend into the tightest hug she could manage, without a single care for the fact that her sparkling sea-green gown was getting completely soaked. ❝Oh my gosh, Flounder, I missed you so much!❞