You Got It, Sweetcakes

Indie Private + Selective Ursula rp blog ( Only slightly canon divergent )

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octolied‌:

seaxitch‌:

“Ahhh, another customer. Come, have a seat.”

She motions to the stools that are laid out around the cart. “Here…” She hands him a cloth napkin, a set of chopsticks and a small ladle like spoon atop a bowl…. “You are aware of how these carts work, yes? Just scoop up what you’d like, the prices are on the cart…” The prices were indeed on the cart. And they were more than reasonable!

The strange lady was… kind of big. But she also had most of her face hidden from view under a hood and behind a mask… the kind that most use to cover coughs and sneezes…

He down on one of the stools, and when the strange lady spoke to him. She caught his full attention, as she explains how he is able to serve himself. And he looks at the choices of 

“Ah, so this oden.” He has heard about oden, but was more aware of it being in a can instead of a cart. Everything seemed so modern around, Inkopolis and this seems strangely out of place for him. 

He scooped up things you can find in oden, that he was more familiar with. Daikon, konnyaku, shirataki, and eggs. He was tempted to try something new, but he would rather wait. Before he starts trying random things.

Before he took a bit, his eyes looked at the lady. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you just serve oden this late? Is normal? I’m just not used to seeing a cart serving oden. I’m more used to seeing the food truck in the day… and seeing it closed at night.”

“Oh my dear it’s quite normal.” She chuckles. “You see, it was more customary to sell this later at night. You young ones may not know but older folk who work later often like something to warm themselves before they head home. And...” She waves a hand over a sensor, and a small jet parts the soup, revealing cases under the broth... 

Are those... weapons?

“Sometimes... I meet people who desire something a little more than soup and conversation. Are you one of them?”

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kvtsvki‌:

there  you  swim  around  in  ursula's  domain.  a  few  of  your  friends  dared  you  to  do  it  &  being  the  competitive  person  you  were,  of  course  you  took  it,  you  weren't  no  baby.  your  tail  swam  around  a  bit  carefully  as  you  were  cautious  of  the  witch  that  lived  here.  (   how  could  you  not ?   )

steal  a  potion,  was  the  exact  dare  they  had  commanded  you  to  do.  you  looked  around  with  your  crimson  hues  before  spotting  one.   (   love  potion   )  you  noticed  it  read  while  swimming  closer.  you  picked  it  up  with  your  rough  hands,  you  investigating  it  carefully.  you  began  to  swim  out  of  the  cave  until . .

“And where do you think YOU’RE going with that?”

Two eels swoop in, blocking the exit... And the laugh that bubbles out from the back of the cave grows closer until she’s in full view. “You aren’t planning on just taking that without payment, ARE YOU?” her voice is sickeningly sweet as a tentacle shoots out, grabbing the intruder’s tail to yank back inside...

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notwhileimcaptain‌:

Max had always been social, and today was no exception. He barked happily when one of the other dogs did a playbow, and imitated him, his tail wagging as he did so. Eric jogged toward the three, slowing down once he reached them. Although Max was nothing short of friendly, he couldn’t assume the same of the other dogs, and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting himself in over his head.

The dogs were unfamiliar—not any breed he had seen around his island, that was for sure. “What do we have here, Max? New friends?” he asked, kneeling down in the sand with a smile. The dogs didn’t seem to have collars. Of course, neither did Max, but he figured that with how much he was out and about, he would have come across the dogs’ owners. Perhaps they were strays?

Oh! Oh dear.

This was that prince who’d had a hand in blowing them to bits! He was why Flotsam was missing half a tail and Jetsam was always listing to the right... The dogs glanced at one another, eyes wide and brows quirked... But they still wagged their tails and nosed at the prince and his dog. 

No need to blow their cover over something as simple as a death. They came back relatively alright... Right?

[doctorscottie]

Reblog if you've ever felt like a boring rp partner.

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@kvtsvki

Atlantica wasn’t the only place to live for merfolk. Little colonies of them existed in the surrounding ocean... They were usually happy places. Places one could raise a family in...

But even among these colonies, there were stories. Stories of monsters, both beast and mer. Whispered stories of merfolk seeking deals with a seawitch, and never coming home again.Time and again, the stories were used to keep the little ones close to home, safe and sound.

But even then, there were always curious and mischievous children. 

The looming skeleton of the former beast, the Serpentine, was easily found, even if the stories placed its location far from most settlements... It had been discovered by a pod of youngsters, budding young merfolk, coming to gawk and stare and speculate...

[polyariel]

Headcanon: Ariel’s Voice and the Unrealized Power of Influence

Remember that time Ariel made friends with several potentially dangerous animals with just her voice?

Remember that time that she singlehandedly ended a bubbling culture of prejudice with just her voice?

Remember that time Eric went from complete disinterest in women to proclaiming that he would marry the mystery maiden whom he knew from just her voice?

Ariel’s voice, especially when she sings, carries the power of empathy and influence.

The impact is subtle, and most who fall under it don’t realize what’s happened. And TBH Ariel doesn’t realize she has the power to do this–this is just how others have always interacted with her when she sings. 

Her joyful songs bring others joy, and she can express her desires so others feel the same. If she wants to bring the sea into harmony, she can sing a few verses and suddenly every creature goes from disdain to enjoying each other’s company.

She can spread her emotions, thoughts, and desires through her voice, and this has an incredible power to influence. It’s an amazing power when used for good, and Ariel doesn’t even know she can.

But you know who did?

Ursula uses Ariel’s voice to its fullest, and most sinister potential, corrupting it to hypnotize Prince Eric.

All she likely needed to do was make small magical modifications. She might not have needed to make any at all–we already know Eric was vulnerable to her voice.

So what does this mean? Some speculation:

Eric falling so strongly for a voice speaks of no weakness or lack of love on his part. Ariel bared her soul to him as she sang, and you can’t deny the truest, most vulnerable form of love.

This also made Eric the perfect victim to the most sinister application of Ariel’s voice. 

And if her voice is a part of Ariel’s soul, having that returned to her after it had done her true love harm must have felt pretty violating.

This is true for Eric, too–to be violated by the voice of the woman he loves to the bottom of her soul. It’s likely something they both have to work through.

I like to think that the tone of Ariel’s voice has an even subtler power. When she giggles, it raises the joy in the room, and perhaps the tone of her voice has a more visible impact on animals around her.

For Ariel, the act of using her voice is vulnerable, but not something she’s afraid of. She has always been brave enough to express her truest self.

[adreamyassortment]

“Are they following me because they’re interested in rping or do they just need the follow-back follower count?”

I’ve been seeing this a lot lately and I understand if people get miffed about it. I would be too. And I think it’s a good call to try and interact with folks by calling attention to it.

let it be known though

if I follow you but we never rp, it’s not that i’m using you to get my follower count up.

I’m just rlly bad at making the first move.

Follower count doesn’t mean squat to me since I know that it usually ends up being like, dead blogs I’ll never see again. So yeah. 

This is a post where I’m encouraging you, the reader, to make the first move. Just try and talk to the people you follow, even if you don’t think they’d be interested in rping ( provided you follow their rules on contact, mutuals, ect ). Maybe they wanna rp? Maybe they don’t. Your chances can only increase if you come with an idea to bring to the table, so just try it!

Maybe a friendship will happen, maybe it won’t. But at the VERY LEAST you can say you tried.

[rpmemecave]

when your rp partners start telling you about their new muses

[notwhileimcaptain]

[seaxitch-blog]

“ I just remembered! That overgrown piece of bait still owes me for when I kept them from getting harpooned by whalers!”

[captainstangledadventure]

I bet you all thought the sea serpent was a one-off, didn’t you? Or maybe you didn’t. Regardless, you should always be kind to sea serpents, on the off chance you find yourself tied to an anchor and thrown into the sea.

[katrus-deactivated20130626]

Reblog if you truly enjoy following me.

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse is made of  ANGER  and  BAD DECISIONS

[seaxitch-blog]

Me, waking up in a cold sweat: Wait was Corona from Tangled landlocked oh fuck

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notwhileimcaptain‌:

Eric rubbed his temple as he leaned back in his chair, pushing aside the document he had been working on for the past few hours. Although he had been preparing for it quite literally for all his life, the pressures of being King were beginning to weigh on him. He recognized that he was very fortunate to be in a position to make a difference in his people’s lives, but it was also an enormous responsibility, and one he didn’t know if he could ever meet. He wasn’t his father.

At his feet, Max stirred from his nap, and Eric smiled, reaching down to stroke his fur. “I think I’ve earned a break—what do you say, Max? How about a walk?” The sheepdog seemed to perk up at that, and he laughed, standing and stretching before heading to the door of his study, his friend at his heels.

Moments later, he and Max were walking the length of the beach, Max slightly ahead of him. Eric appreciated the change in scenery, finding the sea as calming as ever. Both it and his wife were the two things that had that effect, but Ariel was visiting the village, so for now he had to make do with the former. He picked up a rock at his feet, tossing it in his hand before skipping it over the water. As he began to reach for another, he heard Max barking, and turned to see him sprinting towards two other dogs. “Max? Max!” Eric yelled, following.

Max approached the two dogs with a cheerful bark, running in circles around them.

The borzois were unsettled to say the least. 

They huddled together at first, nervously whining and watching Max gambol around them like a mad dog. But they would glance at one another, as if in conversation... Then after a small bout of growling, (”You sniff him.” “No, YOU sniff him!”) the pair would split, with Jetsam approaching Max to sniff and inspect. 

He didn’t SMELL hostile, but he smelled heavily of people. So this was a pet dog... Jetsam was... unsure exactly how to proceed at first glance. But he would follow the exaples of other dogs he’d seen, and playbow. 

For borzois, both Flotsam and Jetsam were a bit... off. 

Unlike others of their ‘breed’, they had shorter fur and a mottled grey coat... Both had the one brown and one gold eye, from their more natural forms... But other than that, they could pass as dogs to any passerby...

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@notwhileimcaptain

Flotsam and Jetsam were good boys. 

They listened to Ursula. Helped her find ways onto land without much muss or fuss. Navigating and observing life above sea level and such. And such lovely forms! No one would think that these were simply eels in disguise...

But... Their new forms brought along unique challenges. 

As borzois, and thus canines, they had a much better sense of smell. And they kept snuffling and sniffing EVERYTHING. Everything HAD TO BE investigated, licked, pawed at... Today, they were both by the beach, snuffling and chasing one another across the sand To be so tantalizingly lose to water, and not need jump back in...! A dream. 

But for now, they’d realize... they were at some great big home by the sea. a familiar place... Somewhat. But why?

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notgettingawaythistime‌:

seaxitch‌:

Now let’s see. Does she remember how to be a vapid little thing?

“Oh!” She intentionally turned harder than she should have, bumping into the man as he approached. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going, clumsy me~!”

She’d dropped her leashes, and the boys knew what to do. They trotted around the good Captain, sniffing him and acting just so painfully friendly. Who could mistrust such sweet, elongated faces?

“Flotsam! Jetsam! Leave the good man along, you sillies!” She smiled sheepishly as gathered their things up. “I’m so sorry, I’m completely turned around! My name is Vanessa, and these are my boys, Flotsam and Jetsam. Im’ afraid we’re all a bit lost, and turned around. The ship we were on has left port already and I may have ah…” The dark haired girl worried her lip. “I may have gotten off on the wrong port…”

“Let me help you with that,” the Captain tried to bend down to help her, but with the dogs sniffing around him it was difficult to do. “Where were you heading?” 

And how, he wondered, do you make a mistake like that? But he knew better than to ask. Some people were just better travelers than others, he supposed. 

“Well see...” She’d take a map from her bag and show that there was a port some ways away. “I ended up falling asleep and awoke just as they were gettin ready to leave the port. So, in my haste, I ended up getting off on the wrong port... Ahaha...” She batted her eyelashes at the guardsman. “I actually was trying to get a bit more south...?”