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On the 23rd (I got the date right this time) I'm gonna go have a very long day and we're gonna see if I have cancer or not. If I don't have cancer (I don't think I do) then I probably have one of many numerous conditions that come packaged with crps. Not gonna lie, it's really difficult to keep up the whole "Hit me with your best shot!" attitude I normally have. I'm tired. I'm sad. Paperwork nearly broke me. My activity is gonna be weird until I get the answer cause not knowing really sucks. I might focus on certain threads to dig me out of this sad little hole and sometimes I'll be in my fuzzy princess blanket watching Father of the Bride or Snow White on repeat. Sorry I'm flakey again but kinda need to be right now. Don't know when it'll end. I'll reblog this to all my active blogs (sorry Pinocchio, I've abandoned my boy yet again).

X Fiery Mun

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Okay I'm going to pass out now after fighting with these meds. Sorry it's slow going. I'm trying. :( I'm going to be waking up early tomorrow for taking my Nana out so I should actually be on and have my act together. Maybe. One hopes.

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One small lap around the pond for a cephalopod. One giant backflop for merkind, especially the capitalist kind. Immediately she reaches out to hand off the defaced aspirin. "I hope it helps take those troubles away. May they float like bubbles and-" She stops herself, letting her face twist like she's caught a whiff of high tide. Great she's nearly quoted that crab. Anyway...

"Don't worry about locating the pepper right away. You've caught me at a wonderful time..." That time is starting up a long con. "Take your time, angelfish. We want a job done right, don't we?" One of her tentacle waves enthusiastically while her head bobs.

❝ Really ? That's all you want in exchange ? ❞ Not the weirdest thing , but considering she's had similar quests from Ariel maybe there's a reason the sea witch requires it . Come to think of it she may have one at home , but if nothing else maybe a visit to Remy is in order . Whatever the case , she's willing to accept the task . ❝ Okay , sure . I'll bring you one ! ❞

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Ursula didn't have her closest companions to allow her the ability to see outside of the darkest, coldest chasms where she could hide away and try to recover from the failures of years ago. She had been waiting, longing to try again. Yet she ached knowing there was a truth and peace denied from her. That was why she'd have to try again to take it by force. But that voice... So familiar and yet, so different. That was family. You helped family, even if it came at a price. Wedging herself from the shell that kept her safe and secure, she peered out at Melody. "So you've found us..."

Repeating the same mistakes as her father, was she? The girl before her should be reclaiming her birthright. So the mother repeats the mistakes of the father. Now we have the daughter. The waves had whispered and the seafoam had celebrated, but she had never known her. Then again, she never really got to know Ariel. She pushed herself forward, swimming to Melody's side. Ignorance could always be manipulated. "Women who are brave enough to demand the truth denied to them are formidable indeed. You should be very proud of yourself. I know I am." The words easily slipped from her lips. Flattery could get anyone to sign a contract. But of course, this was family. Any woman demanding respect was worthy of honor. It wasn't a lie. But she'd fake her death yet again before she'd let them know that. Be it Melody or Ariel. She could never let them know. "You're not intruding, angelfish. You're home." Her grin was large, pearly, and proud, though one might wonder if there was something predatory beneath it. Proud? Predatory? Both?

@saintlyseavvitch (Random starter from Melody)

Who could have anything against the sea? The water is lovely, salted, and deep. There was a poem Melody had once read, extolling the precariously virtues of ventures taken through wooded places. Yet, it seemed a pity no one had gifted the same thought to the buoyant warmth that flowed around her now.

Melody is keenly aware of her defiance.(Mostly, because Sebastian is unceasing in his scoldings.) Yet, the roar of waves seemed to lure her in deeper with it's relentless beckoning. And foot by foot, she allows herself to become immersed into a world where she doesn't feel so weird or disastrous.

Fingers snatch upon a locket of gold as she dives down deeper. Just as she moves to inspect the crusted lettering, a light deeper within the cave manages to catch her attention. With her heart thundering out SOSes against her rib-cages, she pushes herself closer. Again, another flash of light illuminates the cave.

Fire doesn't retain it's echo so far below the water's surface, so what was responsible for the glow? Curiosity compels the young girl to propel herself further and further into the cave. "He--hello?" She beckons tremulously.

If no one was going to explain the mysteries of the ocean to her, she was going to find out for herself.

She recoils at the sight of the other being. Guarded hands clutch the locket closer to her lanky form. "I-- I don't - I don't -- mean to-- to intrude. I---" She begins to sputter. "I -- I saw the -- light." Melody explains.

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Tumblr, if you seriously ate that post because I wrote tentacles, I swear. Let the octopus lady exist. Those appendages are for jazzercise and scratching her head. Let her live, pleaaaaase. Please I already had an anxiety attack. Be nice to me, Tumblr.

Be freakin NICE.

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@valiantroyalty asked:

“Hey what’s this?” Ariel questioned as she pointed to a very shiny bottle. She hasn’t touched it, yet.

She should have panicked and swam over, leaving a trail of frustrated ink. She had to gain Ariel's trust somehow. Once she saw the bottle in question, her shoulders lowered. "That old thing," She croaked and her lips parted into a smile. "Out of all the things you could pick out, child..." She fished the bottle out with her fingers. It was shaped like an anemone. Turning it upside-down and agitating the tentacles, they deposited the contents into her hands; a lotion of some sort. The tentacles slipped into hiding for just a moment but returned to place once the bottle was back on the shelf. Ursula let out a cackle and began rubbing the lotion into her face. Her skin seemed to sparkle. "When you're living in the depths, one wants to sparkle a bit more. Works for catching prey... Or mermen. Depends who's bringing you dinner." She leaned forward, continuing the cackle. "I don't suppose you'd like to try it? You've still got your youth and your pretty face, angelfish. But it's always nice to sparkle." She continued to rub in the lotion around her shoulders.

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Mun is weak in body and needs to let the anxiety meds kick in cause we had a woopsy. I may only get to about two replies and I'm sorry if I can't do much more. I have a lack of Ursula's amazing Pirin pills.

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Don't talk to her, she's casting an entire country-wide curse over Sweden for a week's long case of laryngitis. Now where did she put that bottle... Yes she's petty.

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The points from Denmark should be staying in Denmark...

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@seafoamseashells asked:

“Her products are poor quality but she expects trading your soul. 0 out of 5 stars.”

"My prices are fair. I just want to make a living. Ever try selling on WETsy? Those cuts!" She feigns chest pain. "We artisans are doing our best and corporate doesn't understand the blood, sweat, and tears going into our products!"

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You can call her 'mama' but she'll charge you every time you do... She knows what some of you are thinking. Nasty, nasty...

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Change of plans. :( My meds are making me sleepy so I'll go lay down and not exhaust myself. I'll do a smart thing. You know, so I'll actually have energy for Ursula tomorrow. So time for a burrito in my Disney Princess fuzzy blanket while I let the meds handle this. Be back tomorrow. I actually will this time. Promise. Cause she'll kill me otherwise. I mean she'll charge me extra otherwise.

Ｃ:。ミ PS If you can see this before I leave, YES. To everyone who has slipped in my messages, yes. Every single Ariel. Every single Melody. Everyone. EVERYONE. Get in. We're going shopping. But...tomorrow when my meds aren't making me sleepy.

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Well, that's more like it. If he can count, maybe he can count bills and coins. "Very good. See, you're smart." That smell means ink. He's not the same as the others around here. His paint didn't dry... Strange. Oh well, he's still got a wallet, right? "Oh not at all, dear. You picked another highly intelligent cephalopod. We're not quite the same, though. Almost, not quite. Find that cricket and maybe he'll get you an encyclopedia."

"Once he stops howling about it. Heard he's all about horses these days."

hmm, he has the sudden feeling that he messed up big time. that isn't good.

come on bendy think...

❝ Eight means... octopus? ❞ he takes a slow step back in case he got it wrong. ❝ Real sorry if I insulted you, ma'am, I didn't mean it. ❞

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Grumble, grumble. She stuffs a few- are those lemon thumbprint cookies?

Maybe she can be convinced to be a little chatty and share her woes. "It's horrible, horrible! Again. Victory snatched from our fingers again. Denmark didn't make the finals of Eurovision! What's a seawitch gotta do to make sure we get to the finals?!" She groans and her face immediately presses into a box to completely empty it of cookies. It's been a tough time. Once she peers out. "I wonder if they're interested in my services for next year." Maybe she should sell Ariel's voice. She can't stand them losing. Sure, Hans Christen Andersen may have been a chronic loser, but they can't keep losing Eurovision like this. She slumps over, leaning on the side of the hottub. "I suppose it's back to watching more Drag Race..."

... Smile and nod Snow, you're doing great sweetie. " I don't think I quite understand. "

She's just gonna, flare out her skirt a little and sit down where she is, folding her hands in her lap. " But I'd like to ! "

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That was... one hundred people... to follow back.

Mun needs a moment to breathe. Hi. I am sorry. Yes, I still have things to answer. Just give me a moment. Wow when illness takes you out, you realize just how much you neglect your other favorite muses. :)

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She's absolutely innocent. Just look at her. Just your friendly neighborhood Avon Lady. Mary Kay Associate. Pampered Chef Saleswoman. You can absolutely trust this face. And she's got some Tupperware to sell you!

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Okay, stay calm. Stay calm... Breathing... Calm as the depths. Calm as the depths... Calm and deadly as the depths... "I have eight tentacles. Eight means... what, dear? I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out the difference between a squid and octopus."

She flashes that smile. The one that looks like she's winning awards and selling hair care products in Japan.

❝ Depends on what we are countin, but yeah? ❞