inquisitive;

❝her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea; but, like all the others, she had no feet, and her body ended in a fish's tail... ❞ indie ariel rp blog. icons are not mine.

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nysgerrige

[gomibakos-blog1]

      “Can you stop acting so pissy? We have to get this          project done.” He doesn’t recognize her as the girl          from the store, and is basically just assuming she’s          being an asshole for no reason. ( Not that he has          any reason to talk … ) 

[nysgerrige]

    Ariel stared at the boy, giving him her very best unimpressed      bitchface. Again? Really? She shook her head, rolling her eyes.      Without trying to mime some sort of way to ask his permission,      Ariel grabbed the notebook sitting before him and scribbled      quickly on the blank page that it was open to.      You aren't particularly observant, huh, buddy?

[flynnisms-blog]

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                 ❛ So… Fins. You have… fins. H-how                      long have you had those? ❜

[nysgerrige]

     "How long have you had legs?"

     "...Always. The answer is always."         

[athiiirdeyearchive-deactivated2]

ooc; when rp partners mention your muse in interactions with other roleplayers…

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[nysgerrige]

so, I kept putting this off until I reached 500, but I’ve recently hit 550+ and I was like WELL. I might as well do one. I’ve only had Jack for a little over two weeks, and it has, by far, been the best two weeks of my roleplaying experience on tumblr. I’ve never felt so welcomed and loved by such a fantastic, wonderful group of people before, so thank you.

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[nysgerrige]

Hit On My Muse! [May Be NSFW]

"Would you sleep with a stranger?"

"You're a god/goddess..."

"I'm not wearing any underwear..."

"I'm completely naked under all these clothes."

"You're my fetish."

"Can I feel between those thighs of yours?"

"I wouldn't tell you to stop."

"You're so cute when you're flustered."

"I know you like me, don't deny it."

"You want it, don't you?"

"You've a beautiful name, wanna hear me moan it?"

"Nice ass..."

"God, you're just perfect."

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           Oliver peered down at the paper, eyebrow quirked as            he read the words. He snorted.

            “See, was that so hard? You could have just done               that to begin with. That’s why you carry around                the legal pad, right?” Actually, Oliver feels a little               guilty — there is some limit to his insensitivity —               but he’s not about to show it. Especially with how               rude she’s being.  

              Swiping her card as debit, he bags her items in the               same quick, efficient way he always does.

             ”Can I get you anything else?”

[nysgerrige]

      Ariel's eyes narrow. She regards the boy critically for a moment,       before letting her irateness subside into irritation. He may be one       rude asshole, but his unapologetic treatment of her disability is       somewhat refreshing, if only in a way that makes her want to       smack him.

      Taking back her legal pad, along with her card and her groceries,       Ariel shakes her head. With an unimpressed look at the cashier,       she writes again, adding enough exclamation points for her       sarcasm to be clear.

      Have a great day!!!!!!!! 

      She never keeps the paper she writes on afterward-- it keeps her       from obsessing over the social mistakes that she makes, the       times when she says things wrong. Instead, she rips out the page       and drops it to the counter, waving a halfhearted goodbye over       her shoulder as she turns to leave.

[nysgerrige]

i think a lot about how in 'part of your wolrd' ariel was all "i bet they don't reprimand their daughters [on land]" and how she was probably so horrified when she found out about the patriarchy

[beschxtzen-blog]

          Sleep… Go crazy… Drown… Alphonse knew that Ariel didn’t know           any better, but she was hitting a lot of sore spots just then.           Wincing, Al turned away, rubbing at the back of his head, deciding           quickly that perhaps trying to explain would be foolish of him after           all. He ignored her question, instead focusing on her later words,

         ”W-Well, I know you wouldn’t, because you’re a good person! But           I’m still grateful for that. Not everybody is as good as you, Ariel.”

[nysgerrige]

      Ariel may not have been the most tactful, but she knew enough       about social cues to see that Alphonse was a bit distressed. She       bit her lip, looking down guiltily.       "Sorry... did I say something wrong?"

      Resolutely positive, she gave him a determined smile. "Thanks,       Alphonse. I do try to be a good person. I don't know who would       just let someone drown, though..." Her voice trailed off.

      My father, that's who. 

      Alphonse didn't need to hear about that. Again, Ariel smiled.

[mickeyandcompany]

[nysgerrige]

What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Betcha’ on land, they understand. Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters.

[gomibakos-blog1]

         ”What the——” Oliver has to forcibly cut himself off, gripping            the side of the counter hard enough to hurt his own finger-            tips. After all, his manager is somewhere in the store, and the            last thing he wants is to get fired for cursing out a customer.            …Again.

          He settles for grumbling “weirdo” under his breath, plucking           the card from her fingers, examining the card briefly to check           that it was credit. 

[nysgerrige]

      Ariel catches the insult, muttered just under the boy's breath, and        grits her teeth. He certainly isn't the first to say it, but she is not in        the mood to deal with this today.

       When is she really though, if she's being honest? At this point,        she's in a perpetual state of 'sick of everyone's ignorance'.

       Against her better judgment, she grabs her beat-up yellow legal pad        from her bag-- scribbles irately, shoves that at him too.                      I'm mute, dickface.                      And the card is debit.

[prinsessearista]

                                            nysgerrige

                 ”You should have SEEN                            your FACE, Ariel.” Arista was giggling manically as she pressed her tail into her stomach and arched over. She was amused by the smallest of things - but seeing Seabiscuit, the seahorse, snort into the redhead’s face when they were going horse riding together, was the funniest thing EVER.

[nysgerrige]

           "It's not funny, Arista.             It's gross."

  Still, even as Ariel tried to look annoyed, she couldn't keep the   corners of her mouth from twitching upward. Seabiscuit had really   given her a good showering of snot, and she supposed that it was   the tiniest bit amusing. Especially now, as she wiped her hand   across her face and flicked it toward her sister, sending several   droplets of the mucus toward her face.      Now it was funny.

[gomibakos-blog1]

nysgerrige

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         ”What, are you just going to stand there            and not say anything? I’m not a mind            reader, you know.” What is she, shy?            Too shy to talk to a damn cashier?            “C’mon, debit or credit, lady?”

[nysgerrige]

       With a  thoroughly pissed-off huff, Ariel shoved her debit        card at the cashier in answer, almost unable to believe what        a jackass he was being.        Too shy? Too shy?           Holding up her other hand, Ariel flipped him off. 

[gomibakos-blog1]

oliver hayashi, human trash can extraordinaire; 

fandomless original character

literate, semi-selective, 18+

multi-verse, multi-ship, and plot-flexible

friendly mun, rude ass muse

                     [ home. rules. dossier. ]

[beschxtzen-blog]

name: laura

fc (if you have one): i don't have one but i'm considering using adelaide kane bc why wouldn't i she's smokin

i was tagged by: beschxtzen

tagging: paranormalicetivity, loverofwarmhugs, idk anyone who feels like it tbh

OCCUPATION: student

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: yes | yes | no

LIKE[S]: writing, feminist rants, reading, vodka, celtic history, chris evans' abs

PERSONALITY TRAITS: the nicest angry asshole you'll ever meet

DISORDERS?:  anxiety/panic disorder and depression

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

GENDER: cis female

HAIR COLOR: red

EYE COLOR: brown

HEIGHT:  5’6”

PHYSIQUE: curvy

TATTOOS: SOMEDAY

RACE: 100% white american

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]:  none (unless you count this one guy who's been just sort of living with us for 1.5 years)

PARENT[S]: mom & dad

CHILDREN: not in this decade

PET[S]:  two cats and a dog

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: bisexual/queer

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: going on dates so bad that alcohol can't fix them with multiple human trashcans 

[dameneoprimoarchive]

"Your company would’ve been more than enough repayment, but if you’re determined…" Tsuna had enough experiences of this nature lately to realize when to concede ahead of time. "There is a cafe just around the corner!"

[nysgerrige]

     "My company is never gonna be as good as hot chocolate... but I         appreciate the sentiment." Ariel smiled, gesturing for him to walk.        "Well then, by all means... lead the way."

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"I’m afraid I have no idea of who you are."

[nysgerrige]

"I... It's me. Ariel." She hesitates, bites her lip, doesn't cry.

"...Have you really forgotten me?"

[loverofwarmhugs]

                          “I love stories! You can tell me.                            I won’t tell anyone!”

[nysgerrige]

            After a brief hesitation, Ariel sighs.                         "I'm from the ocean. Have you ever...               do you believe in mermaids?"