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@dinglhoppr
#dinglhoppr. A private and independent writing blog for Ariel Triton from The Little Mermaid (2023) film. With influence from the companion book Guide to Merfolk and the film novelization. Selective and mutuals only. Moderate to low activity. Just call me Ariel, she/her, 30+.
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the curly haired male didn't expect this to be easy. in actuality, he wanted it to be challenging. he wanted her to make him earn her forgiveness, because that's what he deserved and what she deserved, too. guilt trickles in as it should, gnawing awkwardly at his bottom lip as he tangles his fingers together, attempting to find the words most appropriate to explain himself. "i know, there's no excuse for it. you deserved better. i asked you to trust me, you did and then i just..." he trails off, looking off, trying to comprehend his own foolish behaviour. "granted, they weren't quite as...intriguing or graceful as mermaids, if anything they were the total opposite. demons and uh...vampires, too..." he spoke it so matter-of-factly, for a human so mundane to most. but it had been his reality, until he'd escaped. "i know that sounds crazy and they are, actually, evil...or meant to be. but they caused...a lot of strain, a lot of pain, it was hard for me in that moment to match everything up correctly. like, i'm dumb at the best of times, ariel. let alone when i have to actually think about things."
She had trusted him & then he’d reacted exactly the way she’d been afraid of. Well, maybe she hadn’t imagined him just walking away without saying anything. She had been more worried about what he would say, that he might not accept her. Instead he had left without a word, which was somehow even worse than if he had said something. Because that just left her confused & worried about what he was thinking & all she could do was wonder why he had left. She listens to him explain & frowns softly as she considers his words. She’s starting to understand how he must have felt when she’d told him that she wasn’t human. She speaks slowly, trying to choose the right words. “That doesn’t really sound like an excuse,” she replies thoughtfully. “That sounds like a pretty good reason . . . for reacting that way.” She pauses, looking over at him. “You’re not dumb, Archie,” she adds. But there’s something else he said that she can’t stop thinking about. She chews on her bottom lip, her eyes worried as she watches him. “Do you really think mermaids are . . . intriguing and graceful?” Normally, she might tease him about saying that, but right now she is too busy worrying about what he really thinks of her.
Their eyes widen when she tells them they don’t have to apologise. “Oh, okay, s- sorry,” they stammer out, face scrunching up when they realize now they’re apologising for apologising. For a little while, though, they manage to walk without apologising—until they forget. Then, they start apologising again as soon as they forget they’re not being a burden.
When they reach the market, his eyes go wide again, sparkling with amazement and curiosity. “So many things,” he breathes out slowly, eyes scanning all the tables and tents set up with sellers. He sniffs the air a little curiously, catching the rogue scent of a popcorn machine churning out snacks all the way on the other side of the flea market. It takes him all but a second to begin striding briskly towards the direction of the scent. Luckily, Ariel had taken his wrist between her fingers, so he doesn’t get very far away before being forced to slow down.
When Xander starts apologizing again, Ariel just hides a grin & shakes her head. With his forgetfulness, he was also starting to remind her of another friend from back from: her seabird friend named Scuttle. Scuttle could be pretty scatterbrained at times, too. Xander further proves this point when he starts heading in the far opposite direction, trying to pull her along as he walks toward something that has caught his eye. Ariel looks up & notices a snack machine up ahead. But she has her own priorities, too, & so she firmly plants her feet in place. This makes Xander slow down. “Wait, Xander! You’re passing all the booths! We’re gonna miss all the interesting stuff if we don’t stop.” She tries to turn him around by placing her hands on his arms & attempting to maneuver him toward the tables. “We can get food later,” she adds as reassurance. Though maybe (hopefully) he’ll forget about food long enough for them to browse the tables.
Ariel is quickly finding herself in a unique situation—trying to keep tabs on a friend who is a combination of both Flounder & Scuttle. It makes for an interesting challenge, to say the least. Ariel tends to get distracted pretty easily, too, but today she has a plan. And that plan involves getting distracted by trinkets & antiques, not by snacks.
to be fair , jeremiah knows way too many things about the people they're around - it's not like it's a small town or anything , just people spread things , is all . of course , he's never been one to say anything about it , but in this instance , he feels like he has to , considering that the other guy's caused her some trouble & he doesn't particularly take to that , seeing how she's new in town . brows furrowing in at her words , laughing softly - wanting to make sure that she's fully comfortable in his presence . " you've never had a knight in shining armor before ? someone to come to your rescue like some fairytale or something like that ? " he asks , finding her more & more interesting , in a good way , that is . nodding his head in silence , humming light as she speaks . " like most people do , yeah . don't blame you for that one . think i moved out of my parents when i was .. nineteen , went to college & all that , " he lets out , almost getting ahead of himself , pausing his words for a moment , wanting to get to know her better , if anything . there's a smile that imprints on his face as she says yes to a drink - a contemplative moment before he decides on his question . " what would you like ? we've got .. wine , beer , i could make you a spritz .. or water , in case you're not a drinker . "
Like some fairytale . . . She holds back a grin at the irony in his words—simply because people here seem to think that mermaids were something in fairytales. But he doesn’t know why his words at funny to her, so she just gives a little shrug. “I can usually handle myself,” she replies & gives him a small smile. Which was true—she’d gotten herself out of tricky situations before; rescued herself from a shark or two. She visibly brightens at his admission about college, her smile widening. She’s never been to college before, but she’s heard about it. She’s curious & wants to ask more, but she tries to contain herself. She’s just met Jeremiah, after all. “Really? What was that like?” she asks brightly. “I’ve never been.” She bites her lip, suddenly worried saying that makes her sound weird. From what she’d gathered in her short time on land, college seemed to be a common experience among humans. “Well, I’m the last one of my sisters to leave home, and my father is kind of . . . over protective, or I would’ve left sooner,” she admits. She pauses at his offer. No, she doesn’t drink alcohol, but she doesn’t want to appear rude. She doesn’t understand the appeal; she’s seen the way it makes humans behave. “Water is fine, please.” She pauses, titling her head. “Do you work here?” she adds.
it's not that lia was interested in the other , she was . however , she was tentative - wondering if she really was missing out on something with the mystery man , but she didn't express it , no . staying silent as her friend shows off this excited nature - she lets out another laugh , shaking her head . " i didn't wanna seem that desperate , you know . " she shrugs her shoulders , contemplating if she would . come off as desperate or something , but it's not like she wasn't going to reach out , she was . in her own time . " i'm definitely excited . do i not seem excited ? " she asks , brows furrowing as her head tilts to the side , almost in disbelief of her own words . " no , he was very - attractive . "
Ariel gives a knowing nod. “I get not wanting to seem desperate around the guy, but it’s just us,” she replies. If it were her, she might act calm & demure around a cute guy she’d just met, but when she met up with her friends, she wouldn’t hold back—she’d let herself be giddy & excited. She probably wouldn’t show nearly as much restraint as Lia is right now. “I mean, you definitely don’t give off excitement the same way I do,” she adds, grinning. “You have a lot more self control than maybe I would.” She tilts her head. “Or is there something else making you hesitate?” she asks, genuinely curious & a little concerned about whether something else is going on here.
Xander’s eyes widen to the size of quarters when she mentions that she usually brings another friend. “Really? I- I- I mean…Well, I’m honoured to accompany you,” they stammer shyly, a sheepish smile on their lips. They stay right behind her, consider taking her arm so they don’t get lost, but then they wonder if maybe that would be a step too far. Still, their bodies brush every now and again and he mumbles an apology here or there for encroaching her space.
“I, um…” He swallows hard, shrugging at her question. A bright red blush covers his face. “Don’t really..r- remember, but…” He shakes his head. “Don’t think so.” He perks up a little at the idea of treasure hunting, which sounded like something he would be very good at. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. "Sounds- sounds like fun, though! It'll be fun."
Ariel smiles kindly at Xander as they fumble next to her, lightly bumping into her. She reaches out & touches their arm. “You don’t have to keep apologizing, Xander,” she says gently. Along with their habit of following her around closely, they seemed to be a little on the . . . clumsy side. She remembers how clumsy she was, though, when she tried walking on legs for the first time. She had quickly gotten the hang of using legs, but she knows from experience how tricky it can be.
She’s not sure why, but she’d noticed that her new friend seems to have trouble remembering things. It hadn’t taken her long to pick up on the fact. Ariel doesn’t want to make them feel bad for having memory issues, so she tries to put a positive spin on it. “Well then, it’ll be like a new adventure!” she replies, grinning. It had certainly felt like an adventure to her when she had first discovered the outdoor market. She places her hand around their wrist, leading them down the street.
SPLASH (1984) dir. Ron Howard
closed starter for @dinglhoppr from archie to ariel.
the sun seemingly attempted to burn his retinas as he looked out towards the endless ocean, throwing her a glance after the fact. though, it was more than a glance. more of a gaze. he smiled then, enough for dimples to implode against his cheeks. there's so much about her he doesn't yet know, so much he's desperate to uncover. archie can't recall the last time someone enchanted him this much. this...entirely. initially, he'd stumbled out when she'd talked about 'not being human' it was too much at the time and he had been too consumed with his own concerns to note that maybe, just maybe she had some of her own. "i'm sorry...about before," he whispers it, a frown touching his temple as he looks back out at the sea, chewing anxiously at his bottom lip. "i didn't know...what to say how to react. i'll be honest, i've met some...not human people before and they weren't...but you're - you're nothing like them. i know that, too."
At least he’d known where to find her. Although, if she wasn’t at the houseboat, it made sense he might come looking for her on the beach. But she’s not sure what to say. The last time she saw him, she had barely told him that she was a mermaid when he’d turned around & walked out. That was exactly the kind of reaction she’d been worried about. At his apology, she turns her eyes away from the water sparkling in the sunlight to look at him. “That’s why I was afraid to tell you. I was afraid of what you’d think of me if you knew.” She frowns. “I was worried you might not like me anymore. And then you just . . . left.” She’s not trying to villainize him or make him feel bad. She just wants to be honest with him. Her forehead crinkles in confusion as he continues speaking. “They weren’t what? What kind of not human people have you met before?” she asks, genuinely curious. What kind of other nonhuman people had he met to make him react that way?
Xander's head tilts as she explains where she's headed, antique shopping. He's never been very good in places where things are old and fragile. He's bad at keeping his hands to himself, but...Well, they'd rather not be left here all by themselves.
They swallow a bit nervously, but nod, already clambering to their feet a bit unsteadily. He's already clumsy enough, being on a boat doesn't exactly help matters. The sway of the houseboat has already made him sick once or twice, getting off of it would probably be good for him. He stumbles a few steps as he scrambles to follow her off the ship, staying right at her heels once they're outside.
"Are you sure this is OK? I'm not intruding, am I," the Brit asks softly in her ear. He has absolutely no sense for personal space. He can't help but feel like maybe she'd only agreed to let him come out of kindness, not because she actually wanted him to. Nobody really ever wanted him around. Not in his recent experience, anyway.
Ariel doesn’t mind how closely Xander follows her around. He reminds her so much of her friend Flounder. She’s used to the little fish always hovering around her shoulder, sometimes even hiding behind her when things got scary. Only Xander is a lot bigger than Flounder, but still, Ariel doesn’t mind at all.
“Of course it’s okay, Xander,” Ariel replies reassuringly. “My friend back home usually comes with me, but he can’t be here, so you get to instead.” Whenever Flounder accompanied her on treasure hunts in the sea, they usually searched abandoned shipwrecks. Things work a little differently on land.
She walks along the docks, trying not to trip with Xander right behind her. “Have you ever been to a flea market before?” she asks brightly. “It’s outside with different tables. People sell antique items and all kinds of interesting things! It’s like treasure hunting! You can help me look.” Two pairs of eyes are better than one, after all.
open to anyone !! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; xᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ◡̈ Glitched shapeshifter. cannot shift at will. short-term memory loss. amnesiac. musician in prior life. homeless. a literal puppy. soft, sweet, hyper, easily distracted, forgetful. Loves food. Hates the mailman. pre-established relationship: rommates, housemates, y/m has been letting xander crash on their couch for a while, etc plot: xander is clingy. y/m is leaving the house for one reason or another and he doesn't want to be left alone, so he offers to come along--your decision where y/m is going and if they can come or not!
"S-- Sorry, are you heading out?" Xander leans forward from his spot on the couch, head tilting like a curious puppy as the other gathers their keys, puts on their shoes. He swallows, tensing.
"I-- I could come with you," they offer. "Where are you going? Can-- I mean, can I come with you..? Would you-- I mean, d'you want me to? I can! I'm not busy." Obviously not. He was never busy. They followed them around right at the heels, practically glued to them at all times. Being left home alone was daunting for the forgetful shapeshifter.
Ariel pauses, almost forgetting about her new friend. She hasn’t known him for very long, but he reminded her a lot of a certain friend from back home in the sea: friendly, a little uncertain about some things, often following her around, but totally harmless. It was part of the reason why she’d invited him to stay at her place—even though her place was a small houseboat. But hey, she only stayed there half the time, so why not?
She gives him a bright smile. “Oh, right! I thought I’d do a little exploring, maybe go antique shopping,” she replies. The inside of the boat is already a bit cluttered with her growing collection of knickknacks & trinkets, but she could always find room for more! Either way, she’s more than happy to invite him along. “Sure, you can come! It’s a beautiful day outside for a walk.”
" chastising someone for living in a houseboat , how .. not nice of him to do . although , props for you for living in one - heard those are a wee bit hard to maintain , " he's replying - nonetheless , with a friendly cadence , not wanting to make her any at all uncomfortable , he'd truly hate to be that guy , if anything . " always causing a problem with newcomers , that one does . thinks he owns the docks or something , " jeremiah points out with a shrug of his shoulders , remaining casual as ever . to be fair , all he wanted to do was truly get to know this new girl , considering that he's never seen someone as interesting as she is - plus , the way that she quite handles herself is lovely , but he's a bit concerned for her safety , being out there all alone . " oh , of course . glad to be your knight in shining armor , " he quips , a chuckle coming out as the smile is still apparent on his face , hand rubbing against his neck as he lets out this short sigh . he nods at her words , completely interested in getting to know her better . " wanted a place of your own , i gather ? " he asks , head tilting along to the side as he hums a bit - keeping his attention on her . her hand in his , shaking it as he continues to listen . " it's definitely my pleasure , really . would you like something to drink ? "
She visibly brightens at Jeremiah’s words—not just his praise of her living in a houseboat, but what he has to say about the other guy she’d been trying to hide from. His words are a reassurance; not just that he knew of the guy, but that Jeremiah was really listening to her & and being so kind. Knight in shining armor . . . She knows that’s a human phrase & she vaguely knows what it means. “I’ve never had one of those before!” she quips, grinning. She finds herself liking Jeremiah more than she’d expected to like a guy she’d just hoped to hide behind for a minute. She gives a little shrug at his question. “I wanted to see more of the world,” she answers honestly. Leaving home had been more about wanting to explore. She’d always wanted to see what the human world was like. When he says it’s his pleasure, she feels herself blush a little & drops her hand. She briefly considers his offer. She doesn’t particularly have anywhere else to be at the moment & she’s curious to know more about him. “Okay. Sure,” she replies.
hands up in the air as she shakes her head at her friend's words , giving her a deadpan gaze . " i was getting to that , " she lets out - needing to find her train of thought in all of this , fingers fiddling with one another before she lets out a small sigh , chewing down on her lower lip . her fingers come up , pinching at the bridge of her nose , looking as if she were upset , but she wasn't . mostly frustrated at how she lost her thought in all of this , nonetheless , it'll come back to her . as ariel faces her , lia's expression drops , gazing at her friend as she chuckles a bit to herself . " totally on my side , ariel . " she lets out , smile forming as she's nodding her head . " well .. sure , i suppose we can say that . he was nice - tall , told me that if it happened again , i should give him a call . "
For half a second, she worries that she’s gotten on Lia’s last nerve. Sometimes Ariel’s bubbly enthusiasm got away from her, but when the other girl releases a chuckle & a smile, Ariel inwardly sighs with relief. She knew sometimes Lia needed a moment to gather her thoughts together. That was something Ariel understood from experience. She herself often got distracted (or carried away). Excitement washes over her face at Lia’s admission. “Call him? Lia! Why didn’t you start with that? You’re holding back on me!” she squeals. Then Lia’s words hit Ariel: nice, tall. Nothing about being cute or gorgeous or even good-looking. She tries to tamp down her enthusiasm. “Why aren’t you more excited?” she asks more calmly. She leans forward & lowers her voice. “Was he about as attractive as a cardboard box?”
jeremiah's silent - taking in the whole thing as he's wondering what problems the other guy has caused her , truly . if anything , he just wants to help her feel comfortable - if he were in her shoes & someone had come up to him the way the hoodie guy did , he sure wouldn't appreciate it , although , hearing her words , he nods his head . " if you don't mind me asking , what happened ? " question asked , hoping that he wasn't stepping on any toes - but he'd like to get some clarity on the situation , to make sure that nothing like it happens to her again . " no problem , i've heard that i'm just tall enough for people to hide behind , " he laughs , a clear joke , nonetheless - gazing as she's stepping around from him , brows furrowing in as she speaks . " oh ? where from ? " he goes , wanting to know more about her , a smile forming on his features , keeping himself pleasant , nice . " ariel , that's a lovely name . it's nice to meet you , i'm jeremiah . " his hand extending to hers , still offering that smile on his face .
She considers how to answer his question. “Well, I see him around the docks sometimes. I stay in a small houseboat there. He gives me a hard time for being a girl with a boat. Like he thinks it’s . . . weird or something.” She softly frowns. She hadn’t thought living on a boat would make her stand out. She’d gotten it for the easy ocean access! Whenever she wants to go for a swim, or visit her friends & family back home, all she has to do is dive into the water. She feels herself grin at his joke about being tall. He is a lot taller than she is, but then, she barely stands over five feet. “Well, it seems to be working!” she playfully quips. “I appreciate you letting me use you as cover.” She bites her lip at his next question. She’s not sure how to answer that one. She can’t exactly tell him that she’s from the sea. That’s way too risky! Besides, she’s trying to pass for human here. “Um, I was still living at home, with my father,” she replies, hoping that’s a good enough answer for him. Then she smiles brightly at him, placing her small hand in his. “It’s nice to meet you.”
as she ducks behind him , listening to the sigh of relief from her lips , he chuckles to himself , smiling light as he doesn't mind being a shield for her . " no ex , huh ? " his eyes are keeping on the crowd as he continues to listen to her - humming a bit as he lifts his drink up , taking gradual sips , brows furrowing as she peeks around him , his interest obviously piqued - but attention turned to the guy she was describing , his nose crinkling at the words exchanged his way . " want me to talk to him ? " he asks , of course , joking - wanting to make her feel better , in case someone hasn't done that for her yet . " got it , i will tell you when he's gone , " he replies , still with his eyes kept over at the other , acting as if he was her personal bodyguard , despite not knowing her name or anything . " so - are you new here ? haven't seen you around before .. "
She’s surprised at his offer to talk to the other guy. No one had offered to do anything like that for her. But then, she doesn’t really know anyone here. “Oh, no, that’s okay!” she replies. She quickly glances around him again. She wishes that other guy would hurry up & leave already. “I don’t want to cause any trouble. I’d just prefer not to face him today.” She feels a little silly for hiding like this, but she’s glad this stranger is being a good sport about it. “Thanks.” When he continues talking, she bites her lip, considering what to say. She steps out partway from behind him. Maybe just standing here & talking to him will keep the hoodie guy from bothering her. “Kind of. I moved here recently.” She can’t exactly explain that she spends half her time in the sea. Suddenly, she realizes she hasn’t even properly introduced herself yet. “I’m Ariel,” she adds.
lia looks over at ariel for a moment , her eyes playfully rolling as her friend speaks - shaking her head as she figures out what to say that doesn't sound so completely condescending , if anything . " a total accident , if you saw it , you'd totally be on my side , " she quips - a laugh leaving her lips as she finds the thought of telling her friend the entire situation from start to finish , if anything . a short puff of laughter slipping from her lips as lia plops down on the couch next to ariel , scoffing lightly . " oh , if you want to . but i doubt it's that exciting . "
Ariel gives her friend a slightly exasperated look. “At least tell me a cute guy was involved!” This whole thing would be way more interesting if there had been an attractive guy there. Although if a cute guy had witnessed Lia’s little accident, that probably would have made it more embarrassing for Lia. But Ariel only sees it as a plus. She straightens up, moving around to face Lia & bringing her legs up on the couch to sit cross-legged. “See? I’m on your side,” she adds. She grins. “So, did you get his number?” she quips.
@dinglhoppr asked . . . “Do I want to know what just happened?”
" do you wanna know what happened ? " lia answers the other's question with her own question - a terrible trait she has , but if it means actually avoiding the entire situation & telling the same story she's told everyone else , then so be it , really . " honestly - i don't think it's that big of a deal & accidents happen , " is what she tells herself & the other , but she doesn't entirely believe it herself . " i guess , if you wanna know , then i suppose .. you should definitely sit down for this exciting story . "
Ariel arches an eyebrow at the other girl. “Accident, huh?” she replies. She feels a little smirk form. She gets the feeling there might be more to this than the other girl was letting on. As the youngest of seven sisters, Ariel was usually the one accused of being dramatic. She can’t hep but find it amusing when someone else is the dramatic one. “Should I get some popcorn for this exciting story?” she teases playfully. She settles down on the couch to listen.
