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Making some hella porn to cope; cunt will be served until the heat death of the universe.

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Waves of contrary emotions flooded over Eric before he had the chance to process them. What little he remembered over the past few hours (was it even hours?) shrouded itself in fog, and he couldn't tell what was real and what he might have dreamed other than the injury itself. With the ache pulsing through him every time he drew breath, he couldn't forget that.

But the moment of anticipatory joy Elsa gave him slammed into the confusion that she stopped.

"Wait, how long was I out? What's the news?" He tried to rise again, but in the effortless way he would have done before his injury, and he winced as even the tiniest movement sent pain tearing through his abdomen and every muscle within. He could, with great effort, take a breath and force himself to roll a little on his better side, but only enough to rest on his elbow with a groan.

When he couldn't move further right away, all he could do with what remained of his energy was to listen to her and look in dismay at the walker she had for him.

"You want me to--?" Eric would take pain this excruciating over the indignity of what his wife described, as if he had a choice. He gritted his teeth. "Look, let's just--can I try to stand?"

Scooting on the side that hadn't slammed on the deck, he approached the edge of the bed and peeled back the blankets, bracing himself for the effort of hauling himself up even with her help. He held out a hand.

"Can't you tell me?"

Elsa leaned over and slowly kissed him, her hand caressing his face. "I'm glad you're awake," she said, pressing her lips against his forehead. "As much as I liked watching you sleep, I've been really eager for you to wake up because have have something wonderful to tell you ---" she waits to see his response, trying to gauge how coherent he is.

"Maybe you should drink and eat first," she thinks aloud. "You probably need to use the bathroom, too, which I was taught how to do so you're in capable hands." She got up to get the walker for him. "This should help with the walking part but you're going to have to put your weight on me to stand up. Do you feel ready to try or do you need to wait a while?"

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Send my muse unhinged anons

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Cont. @audaxbellator

Eric held his breath along with Ariel, though he hissed a little, the task of staying quiet while still inside her now excruciating. He waited for the footsteps to recede, adjusting his grip on her waist, but couldn't help letting out the tiniest little growl when he heard the footsteps retrace themselves, as if their owner had forgotten something. Eric blew his sweaty hair out of his face.

This time, he didn't wait as long for the footsteps to recede to reach one hand between them, finding beneath her skirts the swollen tangle of nerves he'd been (im)patiently waiting to rub.

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I did the character headcanon generator and HELP

I'd like to point out that from Melody's perspective, the last one is canon

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Maybe if she had made her decision earlier, Ariel's rage wouldn't have simmered to an angry, caustic boil. Maybe she wouldn't have snapped venom right back at her own Aunt, her blood cold from the cries of the poor souls that made up the witch's garden.

"I don't think you serve anyone, do you?"

Ariel winced, immediately regretting the bite to the only hand that might be able to feed her. "Sorry. I need help, and maybe I have what you need, too."

@tretramonti asked: Threatening starter - for whatever muse you prefer!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── A laugh bubbles forth from bloodred lips. She'd laid the trap perfectly and here she was, the princess herself. ❛ Well, well, well. What do we have here, ❜ she purrs. ❛ You're a long way from the palace, your highness. How do I have the pleasure of serving you? ❜

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Eric couldn't remember the last time Hans had held his hand. Not because the memory had meant little to him--Eric remembered exactly how alive he had felt, just like now--but because he didn't think that time would be their last for so long. It had just been an ordinary memory that had suddenly meant everything. Gently, Eric squeezed his friend's hand in return, taking in both the everything and nothing that had changed between them.

My Eric, Hans had said. Eric smiled, delighted despite himself to hear Hans say it as much as Eric did for his own wife. His wife, who had told Eric a hundred times that despite Eric insisting they weren't lovers anymore, told him she wanted the two of them to be whatever they needed to be.

And as quickly as that worry spurred on, his friend's perceptiveness broke him right into another one.

Eric at least had to smirk a little. Of course Hans knew better than Grimsby.

"Yeah, you do," he conceded, though it took him a moment more to gather his thoughts.

Maybe the problem was he didn't talk about it. The one who needed to know the most had witnessed at least the sham wedding. After all, it was her voice the sea witch had used in the first place.

And Ariel had been so patient, so kind, and Eric had done his best to reassure her that he was all right, and that he never blamed her for any of it.

Eric found himself staring at his and Hans's joined hands as he tried to find any words to say at all.

"Something...something happened when the witch used Ariel's voice. I was still me--I still saw what I was doing--what I did. But I was the reason the sham wedding happened in the first place, because it was easier to do what the witch asked."

The witch didn't need to ask.

"Or do what she wanted. Ariel--she's not like that. She would never. But somehow, with the witch, I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop. Call it magic or being too blind to see through it or I really did need her to fuck me or--"

The words lodged in Eric's throat and he tore away his hand as quickly as if he'd touched hot iron, despite his blood running cold. He stood up, his shin grazing the coffee table enough to rattle the mugs.

"I should go."

Hans was stunned to hear all of it was real and the fact that his wife was a real mermaid, the more exposed Hans was to magic, the more afraid of the ocean he became, sad state of affairs that what once connected Eric and Hans - the ocean - was now a source of nightmares for both, Eric due to trauma and Hans due to fear. It would be a slow process for the redhead but it was an unstoppable one.

Hans squeezed his hand "You could be run through the bottom of a ship---" Which was full of barnacles and was essentially the bastard child of a slow blender and a cheese grater with very jagged edges

"---then put back together again and you would still be my Eric" he reminds him, and he knows he has no claim to call him his, but he did.

Eric was the closest Hans had been to admitting to himself he loved another person, a welcome reprieve from his unrelenting pinning for a certain solitary princess and a shoulder to cry on when his letter came back, unopened, rejection after rejection failure after failure, Eric had been there, he'd been his rock, unwavering to the battering of the crashing waves of his life, now, it was Hans' turn.

"Talk to me, Eric" He begs looking into his eyes "I know you better than Grimsby and I know there's something you're not telling."

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// really hoping one of these days I will feel something outside fo the range of "like shit," even if I feel better today. I think I'm still recovering all of my functioning after being so sick. Getting things done in between naps, including (gasp!) replies!

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PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable

[ sling ] sender slings an arm around receiver's shoulder

[ pinch ] sender affectionately pinches receiver's cheek

[ ruffle ] sender ruffles receiver's hair

[ recline ] sender joins receiver on their chair and snuggles against them

[ hand ] sender takes receiver's hand while driving

[ knee ] sender lays a hand on receiver's leg while driving

[ clean ] sender reaches up to wipe something off receiver's face

[ tie ] sender adjusts receiver's tie

[ collar ] sender smooths out receiver's collar

[ tickle ] sender starts tickling receiver

[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride

[ pick up ] sender scoops receiver up into their arms and holds them as they walk

[ guide ] sender places a hand on receiver's hip and guides them through a crowded room

[ smudge ] sender cleans lipstick off receiver's face

[ gun ] in the midst of a stand-off, sender reaches over and gently guides receiver's gun down, making them lower it

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around their waist

[ nuzzle ] sender leans in and nuzzles their face into receiver's neck

[ relax ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder while they talk

[ arms ] sender hooks their arm with receiver's as they walk

[ itch ] sender assists receiver with an itch they can't reach

[ catch ] receiver starts to fall, so sender reaches out and catches them

[ calm down ] sender pets receiver's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation

[ check ] sender checks receiver's temperature by placing the back of their hand against receiver's forehead, trying to see if they're sick

[ tuck ] sender tucks receiver into bed

[ feed ] sender offers a forkful of food out to receiver, helping them eat

[ undress ] sender helps receiver undress

[ shoes ] sender helps receiver put on their shoes

[ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's

[ bathe ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a bath

[ shower ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a shower

[ assist ] sender finds receiver has fallen down, so they rush to their aid and help them stand again

[ bed ] sender helps receiver into bed

[ greet ] sender greets receiver with quick kisses to each of their cheeks

[ high five ] sender gives receiver a congratulatory high five

[ makeup ] sender helps receiver apply makeup

[ injury ] sender cleans receiver's wound and patches it up

[ seek ] sender reaches for receiver's hand and laces their fingers

[ surprise ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and places their hands over their eyes, wanting them to guess who it is

[ walk ] sender helps receiver walk by staying by their side and holding onto them

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The Little Mermaid (1989) Dir. John Musker & Ron Clements

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With These Hands Roulette

Send me "Hands Please!" and I will randomly generate one of the following prompts! Send ⟳ for reverse!

CW: Assault, suggestive

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���. [ Hold ] for my muse to reach out and grab your muse's hand in an affectionate moment.

𝟐. [ Slap ] for my muse to slap your muse's face.

𝟑. [ Cup ] for my muse to cup your muse's face.

𝟒. [ Squish ] for my muse to squish your muse's cheeks.

𝟓. [ Pet ] for my muse to pet your muse's face.

𝟔. [ Gut Punchies ] for my muse to punch your muse in the stomach or chest.

𝟕. [ Feed ] for my muse to feed your muse something off of their plate.

𝟖. [ Gimme ] for my muse to give your muse something.

𝟗. [ Makeup ] for my muse to do your muse's makeup.

𝟏𝟎. [ Pat ] for my muse to pat your muse's hand.

𝟏𝟏. [ Your Face Is Punchable ] for my muse to punch your muse in the face.

𝟏𝟐. [ Hesitate ] for my muse to go to hold your muse's hand but stop halfway there.

𝟏𝟑. [ Hair ] for my muse to style your muse's hair!

𝟏𝟒. [ Smack ] for my muse to slap your muse's ass.

𝟏𝟓. [ Pinch ] for my muse to pinch your muse somewhere.

𝟏𝟔. [ Paint ] for my muse to paint a portrait of your muse.

𝟏𝟕. [ Music ] for my muse to be discovered playing an instrument.

𝟏𝟖. [ Comfort ] for my muse to comfort your muse with their preferred form of touch.

𝟏𝟗. [ Play ] for my muse to play with your muse's hair.

𝟐𝟎. [ Poke ] for my muse to poke yours somewhere.

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Dr. Maturin knew by now there was never truly a way to predict how a patient would react to life-changing news. He hardly ever had the opportunity to deliver good news, so he'd faced his share of vitriol, and the Queen's reaction at least hadn't involved any.

She nearly wandered off to tell her barely-lucid husband without getting dressed. Hastily, he scooped up the sheet and looked away, clearing his throat.

"Quite all right--" he muttered, waiting until she dressed herself again, and then briefly busying himself with writing in his surgeon's log before addressing her again.

"Ginger will help with the nausea, but we'll avoid dispensing anything else for the baby's sake. I know your impulse will be to look after your husband while he recovers, but don't discount yourself."

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Eric remembered being lifted by sailors into his and Elsa's cabin, on gentle waves he knew in some part of him to be only a gurney.

He must have slept, but he couldn't be sure for how long, as he could only open his eyes to a blurry, wavering view of the cabin ceiling. With each strained breath came the awareness of the most total, all-encompassing pain Eric had felt in his life, radiating from his leg and his side and all throughout his body. But he was lucid, and that was enough for now.

When Eric tried to roll on his side, his hip answered with a sharp, violent protest. He hissed, managing instead to turn his head to the side to see his wife, and he smiled through his miserable state.

"Still here," Eric breathed out, leaning on instinct to kiss her but again his hips protested. He winced. "Don't suppose you can kiss me from here?"

She turned to him, her gaze momentarily blank as the weight of reality settled on her. "I'm pregnant... so soon?" she murmured, her eyes wide with disbelief. "I didn't even consider... we never thought... wow." A breathless chuckle escaped her lips, and a hint of a smile began to form. "I’m pregnant."

There is so much that hangs on that little word and there will be a time to process all of it later. All Elsa can think of now is how much she wants to tell Eric the news, she's so excited she almost forgot she wasn't dressed, hopping off the table and immediately feeling embarrassed as she felt the modesty sheet fall to the floor. Her cheeks flushed.

"I'm just ...I'm going to put my pants back on and ...ummm ...did you happen to see where I dropped my dignity?"

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The Little Mermaid (1989) - The Final Battle

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My birthday falls on a Sinday how blessed is this day

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Schooner Hildur off the east coast of Greenland, by James Rushworth/VCG Photo

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Adella headcanon that's just canon

The TV series and a very very small selection of official media has made Adella full-figured. This was present in the series and in some cuts of the sequel, but she's been thinwashed through the years. There's very little fanart to reflect this or I'd show off some, as the series did use fatphobic humor a lot.

But we stan fat Adella in this house.

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loverboy ( derogatory )