#(can't tell if i should feel bad for ariel or not?)

[vintersang]

@seachant has swam into the unknown.

Elsa awoke in a ruin of ice and silence, clutching nothing in her heart except for a strange ache of sorrow. Tears slip down her porcelain face. Though she is plainly crying, she cannot remember the reason for these tears. They begin to freeze over, but she still wipes them away. She will later learn that she is alone in this lonely place, but she still walks cautiously. With no one to talk to, wandering is all that she can do.

Nothing brings forth any memories to her, so she leaves this location to explore the outside world. No one is there to greet her, but it doesn't bring any pain. She feels as free as the wind, but she notices she is stranded. With nowhere else to go, Elsa takes her first slow step upon the quiet shore of the ocean. All is calm on this uneventful night, but no one can prepare her for the surprise of seeing her gift in action. She has no chance to touch the water because it instantly froze over long, no doubt responding to some kind of subconscious side of her magic.

She takes more steps, leaving a trail of frozen footsteps. With her confidence building up, she begins to walk further and further upon the ocean. She looks back after five minutes of silent walking in order to see what happens to her past footsteps. A crack forms on the frozen footsteps until it breaks away completely, sinking into the arms of the ocean. They are no longer held by the magic that flows through her very veins, so they turn to fragile sheets of ice. With nowhere to go, Elsa aimlessly wanders along the surface of the calm ocean.

Her mind is calm, mirroring the calmness of both the sky and the ocean. A splash of water breaks the quiet, louder than a pin drop. She stops her in her tracks, still standing upon the undisturbed floor of the ocean. No mortal should be able to do such a remarkable feat, but Elsa does not have any questions. She glides across the surface of the ocean, effortlessly elegant yet still slow. The wind picks up as soon as she snaps her head to the direction of the noise.

"Who goes there?" She speaks at the same time as the chilly wind howls, but the woman glad in white does not tremble. The voice that leaves her lips is as cold as their environment, but not even hearing her voice for the first time brings back the memories Ahtohallan have taken away from her. The ice gradually begins to spread the longer she stands still, slowly beginning to spread across the ocean. The ice grows closer to reaching the vulnerable heart of a curious maiden, threatening to freeze her heart right there and then.

[creedslove]

THE ONE WHERE PEDRO BREAKS YOUR HEART

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

✨ This is loosely based on Friends season 5, when Emily tells Ross he can't see Rachel anymore ✨

Summary: You were his friend, then you were his girlfriend until you were only his friend again. His current girlfriend isn't happy with your friendship and gives Pedro an ultimatum: he can't see you anymore

Warnings: age gap, friends to lovers, breakup, lovers to friends, sort of unrequited love, asshole!Pedro, angst, hurt, plot inspired by Ross x Rachel (friends) and a little bit of Monica x Richard (if you squint)

A/N: I had a major anxiety attack today just like I hadn't had in months and I was feeling really bad and really sad, so angst ideas started popping in my mind and I thought of writing something like that to help me organize my feelings when this memory of friends came back and I knew I had to do it ❤️

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"Are you out of your fucking mind, Pedro?" Ariela placed her hands on her waist and stared at her boyfriend after she dragged him to the restaurant restroom for a private conversation, which turned into an argument.

Pedro shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, sighing as he thought of his words carefully, he didn't know what exactly to tell her. He knew his girlfriend might be angry, but if she could invite her own girl friends to a trip he was paying for, he figured he was allowed to invite you as well, after all, you were his friend. The one he loved the most, at least.

"What's so bad about it? You got your friends here, so you wouldn't be bored, because apparently you cannot spend more than a day alone with me without dying…" Ariela rolled her eyes

"Don't turn this against me! You were the one who invited that girl, she isn't just your friend, she's your ex… for God's sake, you hug too much, you hold hands, you touch her leg… Pedro, when she got here you nearly greeted her with a peck on the lips! Don't you realize how fucked up this is?" Ariela said angrily, she'd talked to him about this weird relationship with you a couple of times but Pedro never took a decision. He wasn't your boyfriend anymore but he couldn't stop himself from acting like it once you two were together.

Ariela also hated you, she hated you because you had broken up with him, and yet, you were also incapable of moving on, you had always claimed you and Pedro had friends in common, but Ariela thought it was ironic how every time she saw you and Pedro together, none of your other friends were around.

Ariela also hated you because she felt threatened by you, the bond you shared with Pedro was too strong, you two finished each other's sentences, got along and agreed all the time.

It made her blood boil, because no matter how much she tried being that for Pedro as well, she couldn't.

But then, the tension began dissolving. As much as you and Pedro had the special bond, Ariel appealed to the weapon she had against you: sex.

You weren't having sex with Pedro, not after you two broke up, but she was and she gave him a lot of it. Their relationship was more sexual than anything else, but it was enough to keep him with her for several months. And then she began feeling comfortable, thinking she was finally being able to compete with you.

But having Pedro inviting you to meet him in Malta was too much.

Ariela saw how Pedro seemed nervous at her enquiry

"Fine, what do you want me to do? What do I have to do to please you and prove to you Y/N and I have nothing going on?"

Ariela paced the small place. She hated the fact she had to lock herself in a restroom to talk with her nonsense boyfriend when she could be spending his very few days off.

"You can't see Y/N anymore, Pedro. It's enough. Your connection should have ended when you two broke up, well, when she broke up with you…" Ariela chuckled softly, knowing it still brought a sting of pain to his chest.

"What? I can't do this, Ariela… Y/N is important to me, she's my friend, we've been friends longer than I've known you…"

"Yeah? Well Pedro, so it's you call, but you gotta man up and make up your mind, it's either me or her…" the woman folded her arms and stared at him "besides, remember she was the one who broke up with you, she didn't want you, she didn't love you anymore. She thought you weren't good enough just because she wanted to play barbie doll house with you, she wanted to trap you with a wedding ring and a baby…" she smirked

"Don't say that! It's not exactly how it went… there was more to it"

"Was it there, Pedro? Really? Am I lying or did you tell me all that yourself?"

Ariela saw his defeated expression as he looked down in shame. His girlfriend was right, as much as he wanted to defend you and pretend it didn't happen, she was right.

"Fine, what am I supposed to do? Tell her to get on a plane and get the fuck out of my life?"

"Exactly, amor. That's exactly what I want you to do" Ariela smirked and leaned in, kissing his lips and dragging him to one of the stalls so they could at least enjoy a little and not waste all the time they had.

You battled yourself as you didn't know if going to the restroom at that moment was appropriate or not, you felt it was kind of weird to leave the table just a few moments after Pedro and his girlfriend did. You knew she hated you and as much as you thought hatred was a strong feeling… yeah, you hated her too.

And her friends, you weren't so sure. Sometimes you thought they were alright and sometimes it seemed they came straight out of a teen movie where they played the mean girls who followed their leader - Ariela - and that was unnerving. You were too old to play that game, and you thought of Pedro, if you felt fed up with that, you could imagine him. He was funny and outgoing and he certainly behaved like a child sometimes, but he wasn't one to appreciate mean comments about people, or about their appearance and other things those insufferable girls often did. You just couldn't understand why Pedro could be with someone like her.

It sounded suspicious to say that, but he was a better person than she was, and you knew he deserved someone better. Someone that couldn't be you, just as your someone couldn't be him, you were just incompatible in what you two envisioned in your relationship, in what you two wanted for the future.

But it had nothing to do with how you felt for each other, because God knew how much you still loved him. You weren't so sure about his feelings concerning you though. Sometimes you were he still loved you, and sometimes you were sure he was already over you.

You bit your lips as you couldn't hold it anymore, you desperately needed to pee and it had to be at that moment, so you excused yourself, earning just a eyebrow raise from the girls and went to the restroom.

You hadn't even thought of how long they were taking in the restroom, it was indeed quite odd, and your heart fell on the pit of your stomach as you thought they were probably having a quickie. You hated how territorial Ariela was over Pedro, especially when you were around. He had always been discreet, until she came along, now every time you watched them together, hands were all over, her lips were on his neck and you would be lying if you said it didn't make you burn with anger and jealousy.

You were about to enter when you heard Pedro's voice saying your name, and then you stopped dead on tracks, your heart racing as he continued whatever he was saying. Eavesdropping was wrong, but you didn't care at all, Pedro was talking about you, and you wanted to know what it was about. You felt an excitement, maybe he was on the phone with someone, talking about you, you liked daydreaming about that. Even if it wasn't right, even if you were the one who had broken things up, you still got carried away by your feelings, their intensity was too much at times and it made you even act foolish. It wasn't polite, you leaned against the door as much as possible, hearing every single word you could catch about his conversation.

He was indeed talking about you, but he was talking about you with his girlfriend, and you felt your heart shattering into a million pieces when you understood what their conversation was about.

Your eyes burned with tears as you heard their words. How she demanded him to stop seeing you, using your breakup as a way to manipulate him, but you knew Pedro better than that, he was going to say no, he was going to stand up for himself and defend you, because that was who he was. He was a nice person, he loved you, even if it was just as a friend, you two had had a long relationship and you always supported each other, he wouldn't just give all that up because of a woman he'd been dating for less than a year.

You felt like bursting into the bathroom, telling her everything you thought about that devious woman, you wanted to remind Pedro how much he meant to you and how much you thought you meant to him, but it was no use, he'd made up his mind, as much as you didn't want to believe he would do it.

A feeling of embarrassment took over you. You felt like an intruder, someone who only bothered the sweet couple and the cute friends and before you could hear Pedro's moans coming from the bathroom stall, you walked back to the table, the girls looked at you with a smirk

"Did you walk on Pedro and Ariela fucking?" They burst out laughing and one of them got her phone, writing something down, while the other girl's phone buzzed.

You felt your blood boiling, they were texting about you while you stood right there, just like mean teenagers. You grabbed your bag and walked out of that place, not giving them a final glance.

You place your sunglasses back on, as it was a sunny day, but they were too dark as your vision was blurry with tears. The pain you felt in your chest was so intense and yet you took your phone and decided to text Pedro, letting him know you were back at the hotel while coming up with some excuse about a migraine; it would be just awkward and uncomfortable to hang out with them as if nothing had happened.

As Pedro finished with his girlfriend and the two of them walked back to the table as if nothing had happened, he immediately frowned to see you were missing, he had no idea where you went, but it felt weird to him.

He still hadn't made up his mind completely, on one hand he never wanted to be away from you. You were just a part of him, you two shared everything and it was just special. However, on the other hand, Ariela did have a point. The two of you were too close and she was right when she said it was uncomfortable for her to see your interaction. He knew he would feel the same if he saw his girlfriend being so familiar with a friend, and she also hit on a very delicate matter to him: how you broke up.

Pedro was always the one to end his relationships, usually because he grew bored after some time or because he fell out of love just as fast as he fell in love with that person in the first place. Commitment wasn't really his cup of tea, but he was kind of accepting the idea as you two evolved from a friendship to a relationship. He loved you, and he also loved being around you. He grew to love the cheesy cliches a relationship often brings, he enjoyed having to exchange gifts on Valentine's day, or have a date night with you every few weeks. Even the nerve-wracking experience of meeting your family - he was afraid of your dad, but he should've been afraid of your mom, because he was sure she hated him - he enjoyed it.

So it came as a shock when you gave him the talk. You'd told him you couldn't try to change him, but you wouldn't change for him either. His career was important to him and you would respect that, but a sense of future was important to you too, you wanted an assurance you would move in together with someone, get married to that person, have a dog or a cat or even both and maybe in the distant future, you would like to have a child. Needless to say, that person wasn't Pedro.

It hurt him because he knew it wasn't just his commitment issues, it was everything: his career, his hectic life, the media harassing him wherever he went and also his age. If you wanted to wait ten years to have a kid, you'd still have plenty of youth left, but if he did the same? Pedro didn't even like considering that.

He sat back at the table and looked around, thinking maybe you'd be somewhere ordering something or just getting to know the environment.

Ariela was back at chatting with friends, and Pedro was back at being silent, having no one to talk to. He got his phone and saw a message coming from you, opening immediately and thought it sounded more like an excuse than anything else, but when he was about to reply, his girlfriend's delicate hands stopped him "enjoy our lunch with us, honey" she pouted as he put his phone aside.

For the rest of the meal, Pedro tried taking you away from his mind, but he didn't know it would be so hard.

The rest of the day, he was alone with his thoughts, Ariela's voice echoing through his head, at the same time memories of the two of you weighed heavily in his heart. He liked Ariela, of course it wasn't the same intensity in which he liked you, but he'd read many times that love could be built, so what assured him it wouldn't happen to the two of them? His relationship was lasting longer than most of his previous ones often did, the fans always commented cute things when they were rarely spotted together getting out and about and the sex was mind-blowing.

He also thought of your friendship and couldn't help but wonder if things would've been easier if he had just let you go when you two stopped being a couple. His need of being around you was the main reason why you went back to being friends; Pedro was convinced he was going to suffer if he didn't have you around, but before Ariela came into the picture, he suffered just as much as he had you close but couldn't touch you.

And he still suffered, because he didn't want to make any choices, but if he had to in order to move on and be happy, he would do it.

Pedro got up from his bed and decided to knock on your door. You were staying on the same floor, so it was a quick walk to it, which was good because he wouldn't have enough time to give up saying what he wanted to say.

You groaned at the knocks on your door, feeling your social battery completely drained after spending your afternoon napping so you would stop crying.

You opened the door as you didn't expect to see Pedro at all, well, you kinda did, but you thought he would wait at least a day before kicking you out of his life.

He could tell you had been crying and he wondered if you knew what he was going to do there, if you would cry too much once he stepped out of your life.

"What do you want, Pedro?"

"We can't see each other anymore, Y/N" he sighed sadly but his expression was firm "I can pay you for the expenses you had to come over here, but I'd appreciate it if you went back home. I'm sorry, but it's time to move on, and I can't if you are around me all the time"

"Pedro? Why are you doing this? It makes no sense, I overheard you and Ariela talking at the restaurant and this is not what you want, it's what she wants…"

"Please Y/N don't be bitter just because my relationship with Ariela works better than the one we had, just please, pack your bags and fly home, I want to enjoy my days off with my girlfriend"

And just like that, Pedro turned his back to you and left you there, he'd made up his mind and you weren't a part of what he wanted in life anymore.

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A/N: Oh no, not me basing Pedro x reader on my favorite toxic couple of television! What can I tell you? I like my men like walking red flags ❤️

Also, fun fact: Ariela's character is based on my co-worker, he can be mean and bitchy to people sometimes and it makes me laugh hard and one day he snapped at me and I threatened him by saying I'd make a character that is a girl version of him who would be the villain in my Pedro stories, and he laughed thinking I was just joking LOL

[jesncin]

Evening! I'm a young chinese/indo american and plan on reading your comic soon, but beyond that I've frankly just been desperate for any decent rep in DC/Marvel - are y'all aware of any comics / comic characters / runs that handle an asian character's background well? I feel like I'm slugging through quagmires braving search results. All of them are just talking about racism but I want the good, and process of elimination feels like a bad strategy. Thank you

Hello fellow Chindo! Thank you for planning to read my book (which obviously I recommend for great Indonesian representation, heheh)! :) They're probably pretty mainstream choices, but regardless! I have a couple of recommendations:

New Super-man: Kong Kenan, written by Gene Luen Yang

This comic run has a bit of a typical start before jumping into some truly refreshing and fun wider worldbuilding! My biggest criticism to Superman legacy characters is that they should expand on his inherently political themes, and they mostly just stay stuck in science fiction silliness. But not Kong Kenan! His world, cast and even powers are steeped in politics and culture, just an absolute treat.

2. Girl Taking Over: A Lois Lane Story written by Sarah Kuhn with art by Arielle Jovellanos

My all time favorite canon reimagining of Lois as Asian (she's specifically Japanese American in this version)! A perfect marriage of Lois' character as a hard working, career-focused, jaded girlie with the struggles of model minority as an Asian American woman. She stands out on her own here without Superman and has a fantastic cast system that builds her character wonderfully. I especially recommend this graphic novel if you were disappointed with the wasted potential of Asian Lois Lane in MAWS.

3. Superman Smashes the Klan written by Gene Luen Yang with art by Gurihiru

Need I say more? I will anyway. This is the best Superman story of all time, to the point it will actively ruin your enjoyment of other Superman stories for you. It seems so obvious to pair Superman's inherently immigrant allegory with that of actual immigrant struggles, especially with an Asian American family- who are perceived as the perpetual foreigner- and yet this is the first time that story really commits to that comparison. A fantastic reimagining of the original radio show arc that actually centers the Chinese American family being harassed by the Klan. My perpetual recommendation to anyone looking for their next favorite superhero story.

4. Shadow of the Batgirl written by Sarah Kuhn with art by Nicole Goux

Okay I haven't read this one yet, but I keep hearing good things about it! And It's written by Sarah Kuhn, who delivered for Girl Taking Over, so I don't doubt she did great here too. I do generally wish Cassandra will get to be written by a Chinese woman specifically since so far she's been written by Japanese writers. No shade to them of course, but I want cultural specifically. Cassandra tends to be in the vaguesian void and that's a disservice to her character.

The way this list is switching between Gene Yang and Sarah Kuhn is telling of the writers I trust haha.

I've got a heavy DC bias so I can't recommend much of Marvel, but I do remember enjoying Kamala Kahn's Ms. Marvel 2014 series under G. Willow Wilson's writing. Kamala is an endlessly charming character, and I don't think the MCU did her justice tbh!

Those are my reccs that I feel pretty confident recommending! I know there's other prominent Asian characters and writers in DC/Marvel, but they're a hit and miss for me.

[ariel26c]

Hi Ariel, I saw you replied to everyone and I'm writing too, thank you.I changed my name and my whole life and created a new scenario. This is my new life, but I couldn't show it. I took an important exam and I failed it too. I'm very sad. I wouldn't have even had any doubts before. But now I'm having a hard time, I feel like I can't have the life I want, I can't ignore it, I can't stop reacting, 3D is going very bad for me and I know it's not real. But why doesn't this problem end? I'm so tired. What should I do? I've been trying for a long time. I'm almost going crazy.

You attract what you bring to your awareness. If you focus on the bad, you’ll get more of the bad.

The bullshit that’s happening in the 3D isn’t what you want therefore don’t give it any of your attention.

Bring your awareness to what you do want. If you want good luck tell yourself you have good luck regardless of what’s happening in the 3D. If you want success, tell yourself you’re successful.

Anything you don’t like in your 3D simply reject it. Focus on the life you do want. You can do revision and act like those bad things never happened. You can be sad just remember who you are.

Who are you?? You are the God / Creator of your reality. Time doesn’t matter. Bring your awareness to having it right now.

[bee-cried]

In Bliss's defense

Sit down, and look at the pretty water. We need to have a talk.

Anyone of the PPG fandom, who cares, the hate around Bliss is overrated and leaves a more hurtful message than people realize.

And I was a part of that crowd at some point, but I was wrong, and im calling myself out.

People virtue signaling hate around her always somewhat rubbed me the wrong way, especially when the rant boiled down to "She's pandering to black people!" Erhm, she's dark skinned, so any darker skinned person of any race can identify with her, and in that case...

"so what if she's here for pandering?"

For a decade, the ppg has pandered to white people. There are no diverse people of color from the cast. Also, whenever this topic of "inclusivity in media" comes up, there's this crowd that runs up with their shields wailing, "but kids or 'x crowd' shouldn't care about race! Or the way main character's look! It should be about the message."

And then the 2023 Live Action Little Mermaid came along, and society really showed their true colors.

There were people, who spoke different languages, in the depths of the comments, reprimanding the idea of Halle Bailey playing Ariel. Black people were posting these reaction videos condemning Disney for changing the race of such a "beloved classic" and white people working together to make A.I renditions of "what should have been."

And that is such a traumatic experience that gets gaslit into "if it doesn't matter what Ariels race is, why change her race?"

That question was asked so many times, ironically.

So, Bliss is what happens, when people who are honest about imagery realize their is a lack of a common worldly reality in a popular media. Why not have a dark skinned Powerpuff girl, when younger Dark-skinned girls and boys will definitely watch the show?

Representation, seriously, does matter. And children of color shouldn't be denied pandering just because, we as a society, have our grandstand hang-ups over 'what is pandering, what is not'.

At this point, we can't tell that non poc characters ARE being pandered, 24/7.

I have a theory that in the late 90's to early 2000's media shifted into white fragility code. Basically it was an unspoken rule of, "if we don't talk about it, it doesn't exist!" It was the height of excluding poc characters. It was the height of reducing poc roles to their stereotypes. It was the height of recognizing "this is the white version, this is the black version."

White people were behind a lot of popular media, and they were very scared to talk about black people. How couldn't they when civil rights and slavery were right up the crack of their asses? Hell, as of September 17th, 2023, Ruby Bridges is still alive and well.

Yes, her!

I feel like this created an Era of normalization. This notion that "white people can be anything! But people of color must ALWAYS be people of color."

Another day, I will talk about how white people have to shoe horn 'minority tropes' into even their fanatical stories to create empathy, which is always a glaring red flag when I see white people attempting to talk about privellege with monster 'white coded' cartoon characters. But for now, I'll say this.

Bliss' personality is mid at worse.

Okay, so people latched unto the fact that she gets angry as a dark skinned character to dismiss her. Mainly, black people were upset about this.

I'm starting to see the problem with that.

People say that her unique, colorful design is bad.

Subjective, but also their are underlying tones.

People say her story messes up the Powerpuff girls story, which is my biggest red flag.

Okay, let me just get something off my chest.

My fellow black women and girls who are also creators and are creating. Let me remind you.

We, as black women and girls are allowed to portray anger.

Flaws.

Misfortune.

Unattractiveness.

Non conformating ideas.

Trauma.

Etc

And still be interesting, likeable main character's without being urbanized.

This also goes to Poc who are Dark-skinned and non poc who are creating diverse casts.

But mainly black women, as I've learned it's best to give advice, like that, within my own community. It is important that we prioritize our image or else we get .. well, what I'm ranting about.

Anyway, just because a dark skinned person is non urban does not mean they have to be this... precious, agreeable cinnamon bun 24/7.

That makes the most blandest characters.

They have no real stakes nor relatability!

Take some notes from Japanese animation. Japanese people do not focus their stories on 'what it means to be Japanese' 24/7 in anime.

And I'm tired of westerners turning Dark-skinned girls and women into 'sista soldier's ✊️' everytime they need a dilemma on a screen!

Bliss is a cute, fun, character who has temper tantrums that effects her story.

We are allowed to do that! To portray a dark skinned character with conflict! To show that she has flaws!

This isn't a stereotype! What the actual hell!

What would make it a stereotype is if she was being shown in a horrible light. Like she's overly sassy, and that's her only quality. She's been reduced to constantly telling the crowd, "hey, I'm dark skinned! Look, I'm about to do something 'only dark skinned people do', amirite? Amirite?" 😃

Bliss' situation is non color coded. We all know someone who deals with bad news, badly. Hell, Buttercup from the og series is more of a 'stereotype to Black people' then bliss is, and society knows it! When they go to make anyone Dark-skinned, more than likely they'll make it Buttercup. Hell, even the show runners know that shit!

That... is a stereotype.

Because, obviously, the cute bubbly one, can't be black. Nor can the quality leader everyone wants to be.

But the tough one with an attitude? Um, duh!

And I'm not gonna lie, I love me some Buttercup. I'll do an essay on her character someday, but I'm just trying to point out a very real problem.

It's no coincidence that when they wanna shoehorn diversity in, they have no issue choosing Buttercup over and over again.

That in the grander scheme of things, put what it means to be a poc girl, in a box. Very upsetting when you see it for what it is.

Bliss has tempers because it contributes to her story and character arch, two things people creating poc characters are very afraid to do. Because we can't have dark skinned characters with traits that are not outright agreeable.

Or 100% liberal.

Even though we have a history of white characters that are flawed, controversial, and crass that go down in history as icons.

Because, the reality is, no one likes a black bitch! It's enough if she's black, but now she's a bitch!?

Goes back into my theory of when white fragility was at its height in the early 2000's. All these white bitches were getting movie lead roles and stamps of approval.

WHERE THE HELL WERE THE BLACK BITCHES?

Oh yeah. They were getting urbanized and glorifying dysfunction from within their respective communities 🙄

Not saying white women were always represented in a healthy way, but they were... roles of interest, desirability, nurture, femininity, images of ideal, relatability, etc.

The list goes on.

And that affected the way society views how to create poc. Suddenly, if you don't wanna be offensive, just have a poc being the ambitious voice of reason! If they're not that, they must have a pinch of black characiture and be the most grounded.

Again, sad really.

So bliss to me, is an okay character. She's cute and funny, and she has an actual story.

Sure there wasn't an original 4th Powerpuff girl, but it's not like she ruins the pre existing story. She's another character introduced with her own narrative. And I can respect that the creators of the 2016 reboot noticed the importance of showing that literally ANYONE can be a Powerpuff Girl, without chickening out and creating another non poc design and minority coding them.

Like, there is an official dark skinned Powerpuff girl. A CANON DARKSKINNED POWERPUFF GIRL. THAT IS AWESOME.

So good job 2016 reboot. You did something right.

[saemi-the-dreamer]

(Probably unpopular opinion for you but idk): I know that Prince Hans does not "deserve" a redemption arc and will probably not get one in Frozen 3 or 4. But I can't help but hope for one anyway. Sorry not sorry.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

Anon, I can tell you weren't following my blog after Frozen was released XD

I see Hans as a complex character, not just a greedy villain, so yeah. I really hope to see him getting redeemed!... just hoping Elsa is not the one to redeem him, otherwise I'd flip a table ffs. We barely know anything about him, it'd be great to learn more about the Southern Isles and the Royals there. We only know Hans is the last of 13 kids, and that 2 of his brothers pretended he didn't exist. For. Two. Years. Talk about a messed-up family! While it doesn't excuse his actions, it's no wonder he was desperate to get away and became twisted himself. And Hans getting redemption doesn't mean he has to be friends with everyone or live in Arendelle, it can be Anna getting closure for what happened and then she reaches out to help him and end it on the two saying goodbye with a smile, each going to live their own life. There is a wonderful fanfiction that I recommend: Based on a True Lie which does a very good Hans redemption (in a way) and where Anna is really the main heroine <3

I honestly feel like Hans was done dirty and handled poorly, even as a villain. I wouldn't have minded him being a villain if the movie had done it well, Hans being a twisted villain could have been very good, but honestly? Every time I re-watch Frozen, I think "Nope, still not buying it."

Watch Toy Story 2 and there, you have a very good twisted villain! At first watch, there is little chance you'd suspect Stinky Pete to be a bad guy; but when you rewatch it, you can see the foreshadowings and little hints of his manipulation of both Jessie and Woody (even if I personally believe he did care about Jessie, at some point) to get what he wanted.

Why am I not convinced about Hans being "Evil", before his "reveal"?

One: after the meet-cute scene with Anna

This looks way too genuine, and he had no reason to fake it, no one was looking! And don't use the "red herring" excuse, it's not good either. They could - no SHOULD - have cut the scene the moment he fell into the water if Hans was meant to be just a greedy bad guy.

Two: there are no real signs (read "red flags") of manipulation in his speech and actions.

They're vague and a stretch at best, like the line "'Cause, like, I've been searchin' my whole life to find my own place" Many Disney protags have used similar lines and were looking for a place where they felt they belonged (Belle, Ariel, Hercules, Quasimodo, Aladdin...). Honestly, it's more that he adapts to the situation (that he has no control over btw).

He's not the one to push Elsa to reveal her powers, the two sisters were arguing and both were at the end of their own rope. No one knew Elsa had powers.

He doesn't manipulate Anna to push her to go after Elsa and give him control of Arendelle; Anna makes the decision on her own, he even tries to stop her or says that he should go with her, but she's the one to ask him to watch over Arendelle while she's on her journey.

The candlestick falling on Elsa was an accident! I don't care what everyone says, given how fast it happened, Hans couldn't have aimed so precisely. Hans glancing up is once again too vague, he might have been checking for a place where he could deviate the arrow without hurting anyone but he had no time. Plus, I don't know for you, but I saw plenty of people glancing up as they think/before they act (and do so too sometimes) for no real reason. Light argument at best.

At most, you can argue he lied to seduce Anna.

And honestly? Revealing his evil plan this way is just so dumb! I get that many villains tend to monologue too much for their own good because they're overconfident and when they believe they've already won, but here? It's stupid and too risky, a good manipulative villain wouldn't have revealed himself at that moment in my opinion. Either you make him a master manipulator, or you just make him a puny opportunist, you can't have both; and either way, he should have acted way differently before the reveal. No wonder so many fans (myself included) had a theory that the Trolls were the ones who messed him up with their magic "Get the fiancé out of the way and the whole thing will be fixed" so their champion (Kristoff) would get the girl.

[lauralot89]

I saw the new Little Mermaid

Disney really saw Mera eat a flower and said, "That scene alone is what netted Aquaman a billion at the box office, we're putting that in our movie" and you know what, they were right

anyway The Little Mermaid (1989) is my favorite animated Disney film and I'm not going to pretend this is as good as it but it's far and away the best live action remake since Disney decided that the live action remakes were going to be functionally exactly the same as the originals

(It's been years since I've seen live action Cinderella and Jungle Book, I don't remember well enough to say how those compare to this)

Halle Bailey was amazing and sometimes her voice was so close to Jodi Benson's when she spoke that it threw me for a loop

I was really surprised by Melissa McCarthy's performance, she nailed Ursula's vibe and mannerisms. I still think the part should have gone to a drag queen but she rocked it

I guess there will be spoilers below the cut but also it's The Little Mermaid and y'all already know how it goes

was anyone going to tell me that Anton Chigurh from No Country for Old Men was Ariel's dad or was I just supposed to see this movie for myself

why can Scuttle breathe and speak underwater

I thought it was really cute that Jodi Benson had a cameo to give Ariel a dinglehopper

this went overlong, the original told the whole story perfectly at like an hour and twenty-two minutes and this added fifty-two minutes to that, how long do you think a child's attention span lasts

That being said while a lot of the added stuff wasn't needed, there wasn't any garbage put in that fundamentally changed what made the original story work (looking at you, Mulan remake) so that was nice

the girl who played Vanessa/Ursula in disguise looked so much like Melissa McCarthy, great job casting department

The new songs are fine, I don't see them becoming classics but they're all right and I feel bad for any song that has to go up against Howard Ashman's originals

The colors in this movie are gorgeous, I could watch Ariel's iridescent scales all day

I thought it was cute that in Eric's expanded back story, they gave him the same Special Interest in collecting that Ariel has

I have seen Eric's actor somewhere before and I have no clue where, I thought he was in Bridgerton but he wasn't and nothing on his imdb looks familiar, this will haunt me

Somehow we had to get rid of "Don't underestimate the importance of BODY LANGUAGE" because that's not a good message and we can't trust the audience to understand they're not supposed to take the villain at face value but the lyrics to Kiss the Girl remain unchanged as far as I could tell?

anyway it was fun, if you've got two hours and fifteen minutes to kill I recommend it

[stellarhistoria]

my dnd game is wack y'all / / @wclking-fire. vash & ariel; scattered across the sands au

"I've already said this once, and you'll only hear it one more time." there would be no doubt embellishments this time around because she hates telling the same EXACT story twice ( same truths, different accessories ).

even so, she rolls her eyes and looks over to her son happily ignoring the two of them, as if they were the least threatening people that could possibly exist, while also shrinking away from seemingly a docile looking woman trying to offer a drink. only to get a glare from momma and the woman backs away from her son, from justin.

"I'm sure you've already heard of my family and I in rumors, in whispers, across this desert environment, with barely an oasis to be seen from." she chortles at the memory of some of the rumors that have cropped up as a result of her happy go lucky family finding themselves in rather terrible situations. "If you haven't, then you've been quite on the run, but for your sake, I'll go over this ONLY this last time."

she takes a breath and settles into her seat as justin clambers onto her lap. "There is no doubt in my mind that you have heard of the Demon of the East. A vicious being with claws and pointed ears and eyes that glow in the dark, a constant looming storm overhead in multiple cities that the "Demon" shows up in. That would be the second youngest, my sibling. They're easily frightened when they don't have their weapons, or if they don't have their girlfriend around. Even worse if they don't recognize anybody at all."

justin leans against her chest while playing with one of his toys that twists and 'breaks' before putting itself back together, like its made of magic of some kind. "And certainly, you've heard of the doctor who is rumored to be able to heal with burns, to heal with things that make you see the night during the day. Surely, you've heard tales of how he has endless water but no one can prove it. Surely, surely, you must have heard of how he has never failed to cure someone of illness that isn't permanent." she scoffs; "That's the middle brother, heart of gold and the best resting bitch face I've ever seen."

but she pauses for a moment, gauging his reaction. pausing to let him have that sink in before continuing on. "The ones I'm sure you haven't heard much of, are my two eldest brothers. One apparently is a ghost that wanders a deserted city, trying to breathe life into a place beleaguered by something far older and more powerful than himself. I don't remember the name of the city, but it has some weird stigma to it."

"The other you probably have barely heard anything of, is a man who would fight for justice and harmony in the name of revenge. He's got a bad habit of finding out everything about places he goes and people he talks to dead last, and it tends to kick him in the ass when it happens. I'm sure there was one thing you might have heard, as I've heard it all the way out here: he was the one who has been rising the conglomerate ranks and trying to measure off water supply to those in need. Yeah. That's my idiot brother."

"Then there's me: the Living Shadow. Rumors have it that I disappear into people's shadows, haunting and hunting them should they ever step out of line or become too much of a problem to the people around them. I've been used as quite a cheesy boogeyman of sorts. I can't help but feel jaded to it all, it's actually quite cute... and my brother in the big city tells me that he's doing well enough, if being occasionally targeted ─ which is nothing new for us."

she clears her throat slightly and looks down at her son, who is reaching for the canteen she always keeps full of water. she easily hands it to him over herself, though she's worn from talking so much, and quirks a brow at the blond man before them both. "So, you got all that down somewhere, blondie? I'm not repeating it again, even if my kid doesn't think you're all that much of a threat to either of us right now."

[sirensought]

it  is  a  relief  to  hear  that  at  least  she  understands  that  not  all  humans  are  bad,  even  if  she  can't  convince  her  father  and  sisters  of  the  fact.  that  part  is  a  little  disheartening.  understandable  though  considering  he  can't  convince  his  mother  that  perhaps  her  beliefs  are  inaccurate  as  well.  another  thing  she's  said  stands  out  to  him—  she'd  seen  him  on  his  ship?  

❛ i've  tried  to  tell  my  mother  that!  but  she  had  these  superstitions  she  holds  onto. ❜  his  head  shakes  gently  before  he  lets  out  a  quiet  sigh,  ❛ we  do  not  get  into  shipwrecks  because  of  carelessness,  at  least  not  my crew.  i  try  to  do  whatever  i  can  to  avoid  wrecks.  we  lost  cases  of  quinine  in  a  wreck  recently,  which  could  have  been  used  to  treat  malaria  if  need  be— ❜  he  glances  at  ariel  realizing  she  probably  has  no  idea  what  he's  talking  about,  ❛— a  treatment  for  an  illness. . .  doesn't  matter,  it's  at  the  bottom  of  the  sea  now. ❜  his  mothers  voice  echoes  in  his  head.  ❛ it  was  a  storm  that  cause  that  wreck,  not  sheer  recklessness.  and  it's  always  a  loss  for  us  when  we  wreck. ❜  he  should  know,  he  personally  had  lost  so  much  to  a  shipwreck.  

that  sick  feeling  overcomes  eric  again,  he  can  feel  himself  grow  pale.  he  was  afraid  that's  what  had  happened.  fear  that  she'd  confirm  what  he'd  thought  was  the  case.  sadness  accompanies  the  sick  feeling.  he'd  witnessed  a  sail  attempt  to  do  the  exact  horrendous  thing  recently,  convinced  he'd  seen  a  mermaid.  eric  himself  took  the  harpoon  from  the  man's  hand—  it  had  turned  out  to  be  a  dolphin,  but  at  least  its  life  had  been  spared.  that  lore,  they  weren't  harmless.  those  stories  were  doing  real  damage.  it  needed  to  stop.  

❛ your  father  is  just  trying  to  prevent  the  loss  of  another  loved  one. ❜  eric  speaks  softly.  he  can't  say  he  blames  the  sea  king  for  being  overly  cautious.  but  at  the  same  time,  he  can't  understand  why  barring  them  from  the  surface  is  the  answer.  making  merpeople  more  mysterious  and  hidden  to  the  humans  is  potentially  making  things  worse  for them.  eric  saw  the  reaction  the  guests  at  his  engagement  announcement  had  when  they  saw  ariel's  beautiful  tail,  when  they  realized  she  was  a  sea  creature.  that  fear  and  revulsion  a  product  of  knowing  nothing  about  them  or  their  world.  hearing  only  what  they'd  heard  from  tales  and  hearsay.  ❛ maybe  we  can  start  with  my  mother,  get  her  to  change  her  views. ❜  maybe  it  would  be  easier  to  change  her  mind?  ❛ if  she  can  see  that  you're  nothing  like  what  those  tales  say,  she  may  finally  understand  what  i've  been  trying  to  tell  her. ❜

“We’re not all. . . I would never. . .” As Eric trails off, Ariel looks back up at him. “Oh, I know you would never do anything like that! I knew that the first time I saw you on the ship that night.” She knows that she still needs to tell him about the shipwreck next. “I know that not all humans are bad. Merpeople aren’t all bad, or all the same, so why should humans be? I’ve tried to tell my sisters & my father that, but they wouldn’t listen.”

She falls silent as he continues to speak. When Eric explains what his mother believes about the world under the sea, & about her father, Ariel’s face falls. Her heart sinks a little in her chest. So that must have been what Eric’s mother told Eric that made him stop looking for her. That they weren’t meant to be together. Will the queen still think that way? Ariel suddenly finds herself worrying that his mother might not accept her.

When Eric squeezes her hand in his, she leans closer against his side. “My father has nothing to do with the land eroding. He’s never wanted anything to do with humans. He doesn’t like whenever humans shipwreck. He & my sisters all think that humans are careless. The wreckage from their ships damages the coral. And it takes hundreds of years for that coral to grow back.”

She’s quiet for a minute. Then she speaks softly. “I want to learn more about your world, too. But I’m not sure about completely changing my father’s mind. I think there might be fear there. I think he’s afraid of how much I’m like my mother. She was interested in the human world too. That’s how she… She was killed by a human. A man with a harpoon.” She gives a little shudder. “And that’s when my father stopped everyone from going to the surface anymore.”

[blackgirlsuperherorants]

Little observation about the Try Guys scandal especially in the wake of that godawful SNL sketch, but this just feels like that thing of like... belittling things that women and girls like. I can't explain it well, but often when something is more enjoyed by women and girls (like Buzzfeeders and their many subsequent projects), there's this idea that it's stupid, mindless, bad, etc.

So, this Try Guys scandal goes viral and it seems to be mostly women and queer people who care. And largely, the support is behind Ariel and the other Try Guys, and everyone is condemning Ned. But then SNL comes and is like "you people are stupid for caring about this", and like... it feels like that quiet misogyny that I notice so often is aimed fem-centric media. Like, the way they presented the Try Guys was the same way I've seen boybands parodied my entire life. Trivial, frivolous, stupid stuff that nobody in their right mind should love. It brought me back to being a teenage girl and constantly having to defend my interests because everyone was always telling me they were bad and stupid.

Like, I can't figure out why caring that Ned cheated on his wife is stupider than, like... caring that some football player wanted to play for a different team, except that men like sports, so it's considered "serious".

Not that only women and gay men like the Try Guys, but that's probably the larger part of their demographic. Idk, I hope this makes sense. And yes, I know Ned's Yale friend wrote the sketch, which is in itself super shady, but yeah.

[hisbelovedgoddess]

All right this has gone far enough.

People have keep telling me hate all the time about age gaps ships. Tell me what is wrong with Legalizing female characters to be with A character man older than them? From what I remember is what we play is our own Game experience through our own life.

I made Selene LEGAL AGE idiots. And all the pokemon girls I draw are LEGAL with their man! Obviously there is nothing wrong with aging up a girl character.

Obviously if a person is going out in the pokemon world they have to be mature somehow to start their journey, just as people leave home at 18.

I baise my art through the game NOT the anime for your info.

Now for my zelda ships....

You're still calling me a pedo shipper? Okay. You have harassed me for Ghirazel,Zelast, Volzel, Yuglida, Zeldon, Zelvali and other zelda ships. I have seen similar ships with about the same age gap and no one says a thing to them. I feel that's being a hypocrite. Yes you know who I'm talking about and you know who you are. I see all the hate you write me on Twitter and you think I don't see it? If you are an artist in training you should keep your mouth to yourselves. You shouldn't talk bad about other artists Especially if you're art is low quality.

Oh you say it because of the Times of age? Like this is a different era type of thing? OK then back in the day younger girls did not have toys or things like we did nowadays and were forced to grow up quickly as most people NOW don't even know how to wipe their own ass, or take care of themselves, cook or clean by 16.

Supposedly this is in an old age so in an old age a girl would be more mature than a girl nowadays.

If you still are stubborn then you can't like little mermaid because it would be considered a pedophile film. This Ariel is 16 years old while Prince Eric is 18.

You can't like sleeping beauty because Princess Aurora is 16 and her Prince is 20 about so. Obviously you can see in the intro scene that he is older while she is a baby.

If this is the case then you can't go to Disneyland and you can't go to see princess stuff is because It is considered "Pedophile." And they made a theme park out of it.

FUCK YOU BITCH!

[adrianasunderworld]

In chapter 3, I wonder how the Disney princesses would agree in the deal of the ramshackle dorm since there are more members than just yuu and Grimm. I can figure they feel bad for Ace, Deuce, Grimm, and on the others on the deal that they have to help. Also there's also the issue on where they are staying like it is not like everyone will go to savanaclaw unless the princesses split to other dorms but Octavinelle like Alice in Heartslabyul. It will be hilarious to think of this scenario...

Floyd: No fair, why does little mermaid get to be around Sea Lion instead of me around?

Ariel: I am mad on what you guys did to this poor students. All of them don't deserve this fate.

Azul: Then they should have know when reading the fine print.

Obvious Ariel is the main POV but I also figure Tiana as the second since she has to do with Dr. Facilier and deals which makes Azul have this kind of romantic tension. I figure Ariel might recognize her father in the museum and made her questioned herself about the world.

And after overblot battle, Ariel and Tiana will feel bad of Azul about how he used to be when he was young which made them try to help him be a better person.

My first thought is maybe the dorm doesn't get put up as collateral, at least not right away.

The book starts as it originally does. It's final exams, Grim, Ace, and Deuce seem very confident in how they did. Now where it diverges is, maybe Crowley uses his "It's so expensive to take care of the dorm" thing to get Elsa and Tiana to hep him with something minor since theyre the dorm heads, Ariel over hears it all. It's no secret that Ariel is an excellent singer, so not long after that, Jade and Floyd approach her and say she would perfect for a job. Ariel, seeing this as a chance to contribute financially to Ramshackle, goes with them to Octavinelle. Where Azul cuts her a deal: If Ariel agrees to be Mostro Lounges lounge singer, she will be payed very well, but she cannot sing anywhere else. Mostro has exclusive rights to her singing until she graduates. Ariel, not wanting Tiana, Elsa, or anyone else to stress about necessities like food expenses, signs the contract.

Afterwards, The test results come out, we find out about anemone thing, and once again Crowley shows up and wants Tiana to try and fix this, since in his mind, they're both business minded, maybe they can strike a deal. When Crowley brings up the food expenses, Ariel pipes up that that the headmage would not need to worry, and after Crowley asks what she means by that, her only reply is that she got a job to help out, so Crowley can't use their food expenses over them anymore. After Crowley leaves, Tiana looks at her and goes, "Ariel, what sort of job did you take?"

After a thorough scolding from Tiana, and now that Crowley has to go back to the drawing board, That's when all the other girls realize Ariel hasn't been singing anymore and the true gravity of what being the lounge singer entails. Cut to after the whole ordeal after the test results comes in and we see the contracts can't be broken, after Jack and Tiana leave, Ariel is furious at Azul for doing all this, to which Azul reminds her that she doesn't have to like it, because she can't leave anyway. If Ariel quits, her voice in it's entirety is forfeit.

Ariel tearfully tells the others everything. That she just wanted to help, She swore she didn't know about the study guide plan, and how miserable she is now that she's signed over her voice. Everyone agrees that they have to do something not only for Ariel, but for Grim and the others, no matter the cost. Tiana and Elsa as the prefects of Ramshackle, along with Jack and Mulan for backup in case, go to Mostro Lounge to see what can be done.

That's when Azul strikes the one time offer: He will release the students and Ariel from their contracts if they can get the picture at the museum, with Ramshackle dorm as collateral. This is a one time deal, it's now or never, and not knowing what else to do, Tiana and Elsa make the deal, with the caveat that the others get to stay in Ramshackle for the three days, and they will go.

Everyone is obviously upset at this turn of events when they return to the dorm. Not knowing what else to do, Jack offer for Tiana, Ariel, and Elsa to stay at Savannaclaw.

Ariel feels so guilty and used this whole time, she feels like this is all her fault even though she was trying to help, to which Leona says that there's no sense in feeling sorry for herself and all about how she's going to fix it.

When Ariel isn't at work, she goes with Tiana and Jack to the sea, while Elsa stays behind to make sure the others are ok and sorting out where they'll go if the worse comes. They obviously have trouble because of the tweels interference, and pretty much everything plays out in the book more or less. They get Leona to help break the contracts once they figure it out, and Ariel, being an actual mermaid (In this au she's learned she gets her tail back when submerged in water like the tweels can) and has evaded plenty of dangerous creatures back home, is able to sneak into t he museum, snag the photo, and get out. All the while Leona is watching Azul have a breakdown after his contracts get dusted.

Tiana and Ariel get back to Octavinelle in time for the Overblot. They deal with it, they learn Azuls backstory and do feel bad for him, and the book wraps up with them returning the picture to the museum, to which Ariel is very confused at all the stuff about her family in there, but maybe keeps it to herself for a dramatic reveal later. Maybe Ariel continues to sing a Mostro, but as a regular employee, with no one but herself having rights to her voice.

[kateeorg]

(Feel free to ignore this, I had to get this out of my system, this is not meant to be an affront or anything.)

I mean... I'll agree with you on the first bit. Eric sort of represents an overall interest in the human world, and she had an interest before she saw him, so that's a big part of why she's willing to go.

But the second bit, I dunno. Yes, she gave up her voice more because of Ursula than because of the boy. But the idea that it was okay for Ariel to give up her voice at all is kind of screwing with the metaphor the original film was going for.

The point was never that it was GOOD that Ariel gave up her voice - Ursula was manipulating her, telling her that "human men don't value women for what they have to say, so you have no need to talk to get the guy to kiss you". (Which is a big old take that to misogyny that no one talks about - we're not meant to agree with Ursula that men who only value women for their looks are okay. And if Eric had been that kind of guy, we'd never root for him).

Ariel was rightly concerned she wouldn't be able to communicate with Eric, or with any humans. She wouldn't be able to ask any of the questions she had about the human world, for one! She was rightly concerned about losing her voice, because a woman should not have to lose her voice to find love and happiness. But Ursula convinced her that in order to belong in the surface world, she had to silence her voice.

And then Ursula USES that sacrifice against her. She uses Ariel's voice to enslave Eric, which will in turn force Ariel to become her slave too. (Because when women give up their voices, it gives others the power to talk over them and make decisions for them all they want).

But you do have a point, others seem to value Ariel's voice more than she does. And Ariel manages to find ways to communicate her vivacious spirit without being able to speak.

But perhaps Ariel didn't value her voice ENOUGH.

When you say Triton and Sebastian value Ariel more for her singing, you're right. But Ariel doesn't exactly dislike singing. What Ariel dislikes is being put on a pedestal, only being allowed to use her voice in a way Daddy approves. That's not the same as not valuing her voice.

Voice, in this film, is not just about singing - it's being able to express thoughts and communicate with others and stand up for what you believe in. It's something Triton keeps trying to squash by only approving of her voice in certain situations, and shouting over her when she speaks against him.

It's something Ursula pressured her to give up - watch the scene again: Ariel is anxious about giving up her voice. She is cringing when she signs that contract. She does not let it go easily. Some part of her knows it's a bad idea. But between having no voice at home and desperately wanting to belong to the surface, where could she turn?

And on the flipside, it's significant that Eric remembers the voice of the woman who saved him (heck, the fact that he's so enamored by a woman saving him is a big plus in his favor). This is a person who will value Ariel for who she is, not just how she looks. This is a person who struggles to make the first move unless he knows for sure the other person wants it too. This is a person who wants to be able to have conversations with a loved one and give them what they need. But Eric can't give Ariel what she needs unless she is able to tell him. They have attraction, but can't make a lasting bond without her voice - her agency. Maybe they could have managed in time, if Ariel had been mute for a long time and had worked out a way to communicate with others and didn't have the deadline hanging over her. But that's not what happened.

And, let's be honest here: The boy was part of the motivation. He is not ALL of the motivation, but he is PART of the motivation. This is not a "Cinderella didn't go for the price" scenario, Ariel did see and save Eric before making that deal. And she found him handsome, in the text.

And that's not necessarily a bad thing. Like I said, it's only part of the motivation. Wanting connection with others, for romantic reasons or not, is not a bad thing.

And going to a brand new place you've never been before is a lot easier if you've seen somebody from there who seems kind, is good with animals (all of Ariel's friends are animals, so of course seeing Eric with Max would appeal to her!), likes music the way you do, and is also getting pressured by their station to do something they don't want to do (Ariel hears Eric and Grimsby talk about Eric refusing to an arranged marriage). Can you build a real-world marriage on that alone? No.

But that's what communication is for. You start on a groundwork of mutual attraction and deepen the bond. You get to know each other.

To me, giving up your voice as a woman is NOT A GIRLBOSS THING TO DO.

Being able to sacrifice for what you want is a noble quality, but sometimes... the thing you want is not always what you need.

(And also, fault isn't just on Ariel here- Triton was the first to take away Ariel's voice. He screwed up too. He even realizes he was too hard on her before the Ursula thing - if Ursula hadn't caught Ariel before she could go home, they might have been able to work something out sooner. Because communicating with loved ones is important.)

Ariel did not leave the ocean for a boy! Ariel left the ocean because she had always had an anthropological interest in the human world and she finally had enough motivation to leave following her father’s destruction of all of her most valued possessions!

Ariel did not give up her voice for a boy! Ariel gave up her voice because that was the trade Ursula requested because that was what Ursula valued most about Ariel! Also please note that was what everyone else - Triton, Sebastian, and her sisters - valued most about her too but Ariel herself didn’t have much regard for it.

Ariel gave up the thing everyone else valued her for in an attempt to get the thing SHE actually valued!!! That’s actually pretty girlboss if you ask me!

[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 6: Andersen’s Fairy Tales

…in which Harry teaches Ezi how to read.

Word count: 4k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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When Harry finally decided to answer his mother’s call, he had prepared himself for some verbal ass-whooping. He was twenty-four years old, a celebrity and a millionaire, yet still getting scolded by his mother on a daily basis. Life was good.

“Is your date okay?” The first thing his mother said to him was this. At first, Harry thought he’d misheard it. But then she repeated the question in a more urgent and concerning tone. “Harry, is Ezili okay?”

His mother had never remembered the name of any girl he’d brought home. His mother always had a lot to say about the way those girls had dressed, talked, and carried themselves. Had Ezi charmed his mother with her siren magic?

Harry shuddered at the thought. “Y-Yeah...why?”

“Dawson told me you and Bax got into a fight at the manor.”

Harry smacked his forehead. Fucking Dawson. “How did Dawson know?”

“He found Bax lying on the floor.”

Although Harry hated to recall that night because he couldn’t imagine how scared Ezi must have been, it was funny to think about how pathetic Bax must have looked when Dawson had found him. The mental image made Harry laugh. “See?” he told his mother. “It wasn’t a fight if it was one-sided. I beat him up.”

His mother exhaled sharply. Harry could imagine her with her eyes closed, shaking her head. “The only reason I will let you get away with fighting your cousin in my house is because I know what he was trying to do with Ezili. So I called to ask if she was okay.”

“She’s okay. Don’t worry. I think she also scared him.”

“She’s a woman. Any strong woman would’ve been terrified in that situation,” said Harry’s mum. “I feel bad for having let that happen. I shouldn’t have invited him.”

“It’s not your fault, Mum. He’s always been scum.”

There was a pause, and Harry knew exactly what his mother was going to say. “Bax’s parents have always hated us. They envy your father. I think they’re trying to sabotage our wine business. Maybe if you’d change your mind--”

“Mum, we’ve talked about this,” Harry sighed. “I love my career. I can’t...I’m not a businessman like Dad. Isn’t Dawson doing a good job managing our family business already?”

“He is. But I know your father would’ve wanted it to be you.” When Harry stayed quiet, his mother knew it was a sign that this topic shouldn’t be continued, so she switched to another. “You should invite Ezili to lunch at the manor.”

“Mum, that wouldn’t be necessary.”

“Nonsense! Her first time in our house and she got absolutely traumatised. I’ll make up for it. I’ll send you an invitation in the afternoon.”

“Mum, there’s no need for an in--”

But his Mum already hung up on him.

Sighing, Harry sunk back into his chair. A staff member knocked on the door and informed him that he would have to return to the set in fifteen minutes. He told them he got it and intended to call his mum again and try to talk her out of the lunch thing with Ezi. That was when he got another call.

“Don’t tell me someone’s injured. It’s only been an hour.”

“Worse!” Niall screamed. “Dawson kidnapped the girl!”

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Ezili didn’t know if the bookstore was small or Harry’s house was just too big, but she liked the cosiness of it in contrast to what she’d always been used to. There were bookshelves climbing all the way up to the ceiling. The walls were covered with hundreds of books of all sizes, and there were dozens of piles on the floor in the corners as well. But seeing that most of the furniture was covered in dust, Ezili guessed they didn’t often have visitors.

She wondered why nobody wanted to come into this fascinating place. She loved books even though she couldn’t read or write. She’d found a few books in her room and some of them had pictures, but she could only guess what the stories were about. So she wanted to read, but it would be something her mother would never approve of. If she learned to read, she’d become a laughing stock for her kind for sure.

Entering the bookstore, Ezili and Dawson were greeted by an old lady with crazy chestnut hair that looked like she was wearing a fluffy dog on her head. Her eyes were huge behind those thick round glasses that gave her a psychotic kind of look that absolutely terrified Ezili.

“Hello, love birds,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin. Ezili could not take her eyes off the shiny wires attached to this lady’s teeth. They sparkled every time she opened her mouth. This woman must be rich if she wore silver on her teeth.

“Oh, we’re not birds,” Ezili said as she pulled Chilli tighter to her chest.

The crazy lady hugged her stomach and burst out laughing. “She’s a funny girl,” she told Dawson, pointing to Ezili, then her face turned serious. “But no cats allowed.”

“She’s with me. Her name is Chilli and she’s very nice--”

“She can stay here while you pick your books.” Before Ezili could protest, the lady took the black cat and put it on the counter. “So what are you looking for?”

“Thank you. We’ll just have a look around,” Dawson said with a tight smile and pulled Ezili with him. They turned into one of the aisles and heard the lady telling them she’d be here if they needed help. What kind of help would you need in a bookstore? It wasn’t like books would attack you.

“The Book of Wisdom,” Dawson said as he took out one colourful book from a higher shelf. Ezili peered over his arm as he scrutinised the front cover. He smelled like coconut and summer, which reminded her of those tropical islands she’d visited with her mother. And the fact that he was a lot taller than her made her want to bury her face into his chest to get soaked in that homely smell. But then she remembered what Harry had taught her about consent. Realising her chest was touching his arm, she stepped back and felt him relax a bit more. She hoped he didn’t think she was sexually hairdressing him. She had no idea why they called it hairdressing, and she kept forgetting to ask Harry.

“Hey, why do they call it hairdre--”

“Lesson 1: Be polite.”

Ezili jumped and hid behind Dawson’s back, her heart pounding violently. “Did the book just..talk?”

“Yeah, it’s a talking book for children,” Dawson chuckled. “I like your sense of humour.”

He flipped to a new page and the book talked again, “Remember, kids, if you accidentally raise your voice with someone, always apologise to them. It’s not nice to yell at other people.”

Ezili couldn’t decide if she was in awe or creeped out by the talking book. Maybe a little bit of both. But then her eyes zeroed in on a picture of a beautiful siren on one of the covers. She passed Dawson to try and was trying to reach for the book when his hand landed on her shoulder, and she looked up to see him grab the book without effort and hand it to her with a smile.

“You like this? It’s the new edition of Andersen’s Fairy Tale.”

“The Little Mermaid!”

“Yes.” Dawson’s eyes squinted behind his glasses. “You’ve never read Andersen’s Fairy Tales?”

“I have,” Ezili lied, hugging the book to her chest. “I want this book.”

“Great. I’ll buy it for you. As a gift.”

Harry had told Ezili that humans couldn’t just take the things they found because they would get arrested, and apparently, they couldn’t fight and kill each other for things either. It didn’t sound fair and was kind of stupid. Why were humans so dependent on these stupid papers they called money? Ezili couldn’t understand how their inferior brains worked sometimes.

“Hey, look,” Dawson said, holding up his phone that was buzzing in his hand. “Harry’s calling.”

Ezili couldn’t care less about Harry now. She let Dawson speak to him while she flipped through the book to look at pictures. But...why was there a picture of the prince and another girl? Didn’t he marry Ariel? She tried to look for the ones that revealed the new ending, which was apparently different from what she’d seen on the telly, but the rest of the chapter was just text and no pictures. She hated this. She wished she could read.

“Yeah, she’s here with me. The bookstore is just a few blocks near your house…” Dawson finished the call with Harry and turned back to Ezili. “He’s coming to pick you up.”

She found it strange that Harry would speak about Dawson with such hatred, like the way Koa would speak about Ezili, while Dawson had always been so nice about Harry. She couldn’t recall him saying anything bad about Harry when in fact, she could go on and on for days about Harry’s bad qualities. And she’d only known him for a week!

“Why doesn’t Harry like you?”

The question seemed to have caught Dawson by surprise, but he was quick to put on a smile.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I’m helping his mum run the business his father left for him. But he was the one who didn’t want it. He wanted to become a singer.”

“Harry’s mother doesn’t want him to be a singer?”

“No.”

Ezili closed the book and gave an understanding nod. “My mother never lets me do things I like, either. She never thinks I’m good enough because I’m not like her.”

“I’m sure your mother loves you,” Dawson said. Ezili liked the twinkle in his eyes and tenderness in his voice when he reassured her. Maybe he had a special gift that only sirens had. The gift to charm anybody they wanted. “Every mother has their own burdens and loves us in a different way.”

“But...if they love us, should they want us to be happy?”

Ezili didn’t know where that had come from. For the last twenty years of her life, she had never once thought of this. Why now? Why now that she decided that she could have been happier if her mother hadn’t been the way she was? But sirens were all supposed to be the way her mother was. Cold and dangerous like the ocean itself. So did it mean...did it mean her mother and sister were right? That she was too weak and emotional to become Queen?

“Ezi!”

The sound of her name pulled her out of her own head. She snapped her head up to find Harry padding toward her. He looked just like that night when he’d scolded her for biting his cousin. She hated this Harry.

“Let’s go home,” he told her coldly.

Before she could reply, he took her wrist and pulled her with him. The book fell to her feet and she was too appalled to even pick it up. She was about to remind Harry that Dawson was standing right there, but then she realised Harry had intentionally ignored his cousin.

“Ezili, your book!”

Harry and Ezi stopped before they got into the car parked out front. Dawson handed her the book and beamed. “I already paid for it.”

“Thank you.”

“Very nice. Get in, Ezi.”

Dawson seemed slightly annoyed by Harry’s attitude, but he didn’t act on it. Instead, he gave Ezili another gentle smile and told her he’d see her another time. Then, he went back inside the bookstore.

Ezili wished she could have stayed with him.

“Rescue mission accomplished!” said an energetic voice as Ezili got into the back of the car. A stranger she had never seen before peered around the passenger seat and smiled at her before he started speaking in a funny accent, “You’re welcome, by the way. The name’s Niall.”

Chilli was sitting on Niall’s lap, licking her own paw, which showed that she was comfortable around Niall, and Niall wasn’t an enemy. To human Ezili, of course. All humans were enemies to sirens.

“I’m Ezili,” Ezili said, then, she recognised the funny accent. “You’re Niall...Horan?”

“You know me?”

Ezili could feel her grin stretch from ear to ear. “I saw you on TikTok! You’re so funny.”

“Look, H, a fan!” Niall exclaimed as he shook Harry’s shoulder, but Harry didn’t react as he manoeuvred the car back onto the road. “I like her already.” Niall laughed. “I’m Harry’s best friend. Are you following my TikTok?”

“Yeah. I’ve watched every single one.”

“Good, good, good,” Niall said, nodding slowly. He turned to the front and back to Ezili immediately. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened to you. The accident must have been awful.”

“What?”

“Niall,” Harry growled. “Seatbelt.”

Niall flinched. “Sorry.”

Frowning, Ezili hugged her new book and sunk into her seat. She hated this Harry. He reminded her of a whale with a toothache, and even with that image in mind, she still couldn’t laugh. That was how angry she was with him. Yes, she was angry with him being angry with her. And for pulling her out of that beautiful bookstore. For making her drop her book. For holding her hostage like a prisoner. For being rude to Dawson. She hated him. She hated Harry Styles.

So when they’d arrived home and he told her to go inside and hang with Niall, she had to chase after him and let him know how much she hated him.

“Harry Styles!” She called when they reached the white stairs leading to the enormous courtyard where he’d parked his car. “Why are you upset? You have no right to be mad at me after you lied to me.”

Harry stopped halfway down the stairs; it seemed like Ezili’s words had finally hit him. He slowly spun around with a stunned expression as if she’d accused him of manslaughtering. “I didn’t lie to you,” he said, his jaw tight. “I told you to stay in your room. You were grounded.”

“You didn’t tell me that you’d leave me with your assistant and Niall!”

“But I didn’t lie to you.”

“Telling half-truths is telling lies.”

Harry held Ezili’s gaze for a long moment before he started ascending the stairs. She stiffened as he stopped right in front of her, leaned in, and stared.

“Oh, so you’re so honest, aren’t you?” he asked in a mocking tone. “You’ve never lied to me?”

“Never,” she said confidently.

Well, that was also a lie. But since when had Ezili felt bad for lying? She’d eaten men like him. Why did his presence now make her nervous?

She hated that the more she stayed human the more human she became. That thought terrified her even more than the possibility of getting caught and killed in this foreign land.

“I’ve never lied in my entire life,” she added, making Harry's eyes grow wide.

He said nothing, and when he turned to leave, she hurriedly followed him down the stairs. “Speechless by my honesty?” she asked.

“Speechless by the lies that come out of your mouth,” he said. “Is your name even Ezi?”

“No, it’s Ezili.”

Harry let out a scoff but he didn’t stop, so Ezili grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. Hard.

“Shit! How are you so strong?” he cried out, facing her again.

“Apologise.”

“What?”

Ezili folded her arms across her chest and sharpened her gaze. “Apologise right now.”

“For what?”

“For yelling at me.”

“And why should I apologise for yelling at you?”

Ezili bit her lip. The voice inside her head told her to push him down the stairs. She could just say it was an accident, and no one could prove that she’d done it. However, she needed him alive. Sucking in a breath, she said, “Because that’s what decent people do. A talking book told me that.”

“You mean those children's books you found in the bookstore,” Harry taunted, giving her a despiteful smirk.

She scowled at him even harder. “Apologise.”

“Fine,” he breathed. “I apologise for yelling at you. Now you apologise for stealing my cat.”

“I tried to save Chilli. You see, your assistant said something about the Master of the House being dead. I thought you were dead. But she was only talking about a show--”

“Yeah, famous Netflix show. It’s good. But that’s still no excuse for taking my cat.”

“Fine.” Ezili glared at him. “I’m sorry for stealing your cat.”

“And for getting into Dawson’s car.”

“And for getting into Dawson’s car.”

“And for leaving with him and liking him.”

“And for—What is your problem with Dawson?”

Instead of answering the question, Harry pulled out his phone, looked at it, and then told Ezili, “Go inside. We’ll continue this talk when I get back.”

He was just about to run when she pulled him back by his sleeve. He gave her a ‘what do you want?’ kind of look as she stammered, “When...when you get back…”

“Yeah?” He stressed out the word, an eyebrow arched impatiently.

“Can you teach me how to read?”

“What?”

“Teach me to read. Are you deaf?”

“You can’t read?”

When Ezili shook her head, Harry’s frown transformed into a smile. “That explains a lot.”

She smacked him on the arm and he gasped and leapt down two steps.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Why are you so aggressive?” Harry winced and backed away from her. “We’ll talk about this later. Now go inside and film a TikTok with Niall or something. I’m late for a photoshoot.”

Ezili opened her mouth to ask him what time he’d be home, but Harry had already run back to his car.

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Harry got home at around 10 PM. He’d had a rough day. His manager had been furious because he had run out on a magazine photoshoot without saying a word to anyone. In his defence, he’d been in a rush, and couldn’t figure out an excuse to cover up for the fact that he’d almost let a mythical creature get loose. He shouldn’t have been so careless and left her with his assistant and Niall. That was his fault. Also, he could never think straight when he was angry. He thought about the look Ezili had given him when he’d pulled her out of the bookstore. The look Dawson had given him. Fucking Dawson. If it wasn’t for him, Harry wouldn’t have had to be mean to Ezi.

“Hey.”

“Jesus!” Harry shouted when the light switched on and he saw Ezili sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. “Wha--Why are you on the floor? Get up.”

“This is Chilli’s favourite spot so I thought I might try to see how comfortable it is. Pretty uncomfortable, I must say.”

Harry rolled his eyes and offered Ezi a hand to help her get to her feet. “Why are you still awake?”

She pulled away from him and rushed over to the table to grab the book Dawson had given her. She shoved it at him. “You promised to teach me to read. This is a collection of fairy tales. Andersen’s Fairy Tales. I noticed that one of the details from The Little Mermaid story was different from the film, so I want to know how the story actually ends in the book.”

Harry sighed as he took the book and looked at the cover. When he glanced up, Ezi was giving him these big puppy dog’s eyes with her hands clasped together in front of her chest. “It’s late,” he said tiredly.

She shook her head. “You promised!”

“I can just tell you the ending.”

“No, I want to read!”

“Fine, fine.” He put his hands up, left palm out, the other holding the book. “I guess there’s still time to teach you the alphabet then we’ll call it a day.”

Harry could have sworn he had never seen anyone as excited about learning as Ezi was, which was quite amusing, he must admit. So they sat on the couch as he taught her the alphabet and how to put letters into words. She was a fast learner, so it didn’t take long for her to memorise everything.

“It’s been three hours and I still can’t read,” Ezili whined as she hit him with a pillow.

Shocked, Harry blinked at her. “That’s not how learning works. You need time.”

“You said my brain was more developed!”

“Yeah, but still!”

Scowling, Ezi kicked Harry’s feet. “You’re the worst teacher ever. I’ll never get to know how it ends.”

“Okay, Miss Drama Queen,” Harry scoffed. “How about I read you the story now, and when you can read on your own, you can practice by rereading it?”

Ezi thought for a moment, then the line between her brows eased, and she nodded once. “But you must teach me everyday until I can read.”

“Fine,” Harry breathed as he opened the book. His body stiffened when Ezi suddenly leaned on him like he was a pillow, her cheek against his arm, and he could feel every beat of her heart.

“Go on,” she urged him, giving him a nudge.

He cleared his throat and opened the book, trying to distract his naughty mind with the innocent words of a fairy tale.

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects. We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed; the most singular flowers and plants grow there; the leaves and stems of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly among the trees here upon land. In the deepest spot of all, stands the castle of the Sea King. Its walls are built of coral, and the long, gothic windows are of the clearest amber. The roof is formed of shells, that open and close as the water flows over them. Their appearance is very beautiful, for in each lies a glittering pearl, which would be fit for the diadem of a queen...

By the time they’d finished one-third of the story, Ezi had already fallen asleep with her head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry wished he’d read this to her in bed so he wouldn’t have to carry her upstairs now. She was small and slender, but he’d had a bad day, so even the littlest inconvenience could bring down his mood. Cursing under his breath, he picked her up and carried her to the stairs as she curled against his chest like a little cat.

When her eyelids fluttered, he thought she was going to jolt awake, but then her brows knitted, and she murmured, “Mother, please...give me more time. I will bring you the heart…the heart...”

He chuckled and put her down on the bed.

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Home

Lucas × Arielle

Lucas is at conference and is definitely not getting homesick.

Warnings: maybe cursing? So much fluff

Word count: 730ish

A/N: somehow my Lucas always ends up fluffy. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated.

 "You take care of our woman. You're the man of the house when I'm gone." Goose bats at his outstretched finger before attacking, bunny kicks to his palm. Lucas smiles, "Well, you're no guard dog, but you'll do. Silly thing."

Lucas stares at the itinerary on the hotel desk. Meetings and presentations, broken up by meals and few social activities… he sighs heavily. "Thought these things used to be fun." Instead, everything just looks like work. "I'm getting old." His misery is interrupted by a video call lighting up his phone. 

Arielle appears on the screen and Lucas feels himself breaking into a full smile. She's laying in their bed, comfortably wrapped in what appears to be her bathrobe. "Hello, my love. Did I catch you at a bad time?" 

"No, just looking over the schedule for tomorrow." How're things at home, bug?"

"Without you? Very quiet… boring. Goose has been asleep most of the time. I'm just getting ready for bed."

"You miss me yet?"

"Never."

"I miss you, too." He glances away from his notes to check his notifications. A picture message from her dressed in some new strappy lingerie. "Well, you certainly don't look bored."

"Oh, but I am. Walking around in this with nobody trying to rip it off of me. Going into the kitchen and not being fucked on the counter. Do you have any idea how boring it is without you here to annoy me?"

"You are toeing a dangerous line, lady. Although, if you're up to it, we could have some long distance fun. You can start by taking off that robe."

She slips the fabric off one shoulder before the screen is knocked sideways and he hears a, "Dammit, Goose. Must you?"

Lucas bursts out laughing and the sound draws the cat's attention to the screen. "Hey, buddy. You're the most jealous fuzz bucket I've ever seen. Can't even have phone sex in peace."

The pair laugh over the cat's antics as he desperately tries to figure out why his friend is trapped in the phone. 

Even after her laughter, he hears the sadness in her tone. "Wish you were home, Lucas."

"Me too, baby. Only a few more days and I will be."

She's trying not to pout, "You've already done your presentation. What more do they want from you?"

"I love it when you're needy."

"Oh, shut up." 

"You should get some sleep, Mrs. Koh."

"That's not my name just yet, Mr. Koh. Are you being impatient?"

"I'm practicing. I like the way it sounds." He smiles when she yawns, "Go to bed, bug. I'll text you in the morning."

Lucas stares at his lock screen, telling himself that he's just checking the time for the fourth time in ten minutes, not at all missing her face on his screen. The picture is from their first vacation together, a selfie they snapped on the plane right before takeoff. Memories of the trip come back to him. The way her eyes lit up at every sculpture and temple, how she would turn to him in amazement, but mostly how she kept a firm hold on his hand no matter what. And even now, when she sees him, her face seems happier than she was on that trip, happy just to be with him and holy fuck, what am I doing here? Suddenly, he's struck with a near primal urge to see her, be in the same room with her, wrap her in his arms and refuse to let her go. It doesn't take much to repack his stuff and contact the airport about an earlier flight. He sends a quick text to his coworker, hey, something came up at home and I have to head back early. See you in a few days!  

Lucas quickly decides he's never seen a prettier sight in his life. Arielle is curled up in the center of the bed, face pressed against his pillow while Goose is asleep in her hair. At closer inspection, she's wearing one of his shirts and still has her phone beneath her hand. Lucas drops his bags and begins to undress. The sound startles her awake. "It's just me, babe. Go back to sleep."

Sleepily, she squints at the clock then back at him. "Lucas? What are you doing home? Is everything okay?" Goose manages to half open one eye before drifting off again, purring. 

Lucas strips to his underwear and crawls into bed. When his arms are around her, he relaxes, "it is now." He kisses her temple, "everything is perfect now."

[siervamaria-cayentanodelaura]

Hello crisps, sweet babe.

Okay as a fellow 12th houser: I have umm sun, moon, Pluto and south node on that sad ass house on the sign of sag so yeah drinking problems were once there.

okay to reply to your questions:

-have you had psychic/ paranormal experiences? ummm I really don't know if I should call it psychic I just kinda always knew deep down what was going to happen and how (Specially in friendships), my body will tell me by shaking or extreme nauseous feelings or even vomiting for example AS DUMB AS IT MIGHT SOUND whenever I shake and I'm in finals season that means that I will fail the exam/class and deep down im aware of it, it does not matter if I studied 3 days non stop and I genially feel good about what I studied, shaking and vomiting is a dead sign that I will fail; also sometimes I'd say something without thinking it and it will come true, almost as intuition (Even though im fucking terrible at recognizing it) but as for feelings like feeling bad vibes from someone or shit like that I don't get them, they come as thoughts and sometimes I just say it without thinking. As for paranormal again I love joking and pranking and out of nowhere I just started saying that there's a ghost named Ariel in my house, BUT WHEN I FUCKING TELL YOU THAT LIL GHOST KINDA PROTECTED ME , once I had bad friends (I didint knew back then) at home and they started getting electrocuted whenever they'd touch anything at my house, and funny enough it just happened to those who at the end betrayed me, im not scared by it, an ex friend once told me that at night they felt something touching their legs, so idk about that one, but im loyal as a dog to that little ghost.

-have you ever had out of body experiences or extra sensory perception? ummm no, out of body nah maybe just dreams but they be weird as fuck and with extra sensory perception I don't think so either im extra sensitive with music maybe that and my skin gets chills idk how translate it when your body little by little gets the hairs up, but I just feel it little by little it stars with my back and travels to my ankles but I don't consider it anything out of this world, I just get like that in my criminal law class, im extra sensitive at topics as murder, SAd and things like that, I despise criminal law I have a hard time at that class, but im just sensitive at topics like that I don't think is anything 12th houser

-do you feel more connected to the Realm of Spirit? Or this reality? neither, I don't feel connected to anything, maybe that's just my depression speaking.

people say 12th houser have this prophetic dreams, mines are weird af like yesterday I dreamt that my neck got slaughtered and the day before that I dreamt that I was vomiting at university, but I do get a shit ton of deja vus, something will trigger that memory and I just know what will happen in the next 30 sec to a minute, recently I've been getting more of them. but also I've been having trouble sleeping for the past 2 weeks, I wake up at 4 am and can't go back to sleep.

okay idk if this helped, thanks babe for everything. love u

question for 12th housers (or anyone in general tbh! just clarify it plz :3)

(even if u dont have 12th house placements, any reposts r greatly appreciated so i can get some feedback on this!!)

for anyone with 12th house planets (or others (if so, please include this and maybe some placements that you connect to / you feel contributes to these experiences):

-have you had psychic/ paranormal experiences?

-have you ever had out of body experiences or extra sensory perception?

-do you feel more connected to the Realm of Spirit? Or this reality?

I'm curious as to what people say! I have my sun, mercury, venus, north node, and lilth in the 12th along with a pisces moon and neptune dominance!

sometimes the veil just feels so thin and im wondering about people who have had similar experiences? ive been getting into spirit work recently and i feel more connected to that reality than this one sometimes. communication is getting clearer and sometimes its a shock to my system.

hearing about similar experiences is very comforting and fascinating to me!

thank u! love crisp :)