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// ugh, and here comes a horrible mood crash. I can't tell whether pouring my heart out in replies will help or if I just want to cry.

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// weekend finally here - about 50/50 on whether I get any writing done today but lurking for now.

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Ariel and Eric - Curse of the Sea Witches (1)

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Eric smiled as the little creature approached, but someone else was lurking, and that someone wasn't happy about any of this at all.

Before his master had the chance to react, Max saw the flames and erupted into barks as he bounded toward the salamander, knocking over stored pots in his wake. There was cheese on the counter, and he would not let anyone other than Eric or Elsa eat it. Other than him, of course. He deserved cheese.

Meanwhile, all Eric saw were flames and a sudden burst of fur. "Max! Hey--Max, no--!" He raced to grab the dog's collar and just barely got a rump of fur, which stopped Max enough to simply yell the most profane dogwords into the salamander's face.

A long tongue poked out to lick it's own face in eagerness for the explosion of flavor to come. Bruni let out a croak of encouragement, little feet pattering on the countertop as it moved closer to Eric.

That was when Bruni saw the dog.

The salamander growled and as their colors shifted, their body ignited into flames.

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"Oh, hey fella. You sure? They don't let me in the galley for a reason."

Eric at least had the advantage of fresh olive oil and vinaigrettes, which he sprinkled on the just-as-fresh tomatoes. But this was about the best he could do over a fire. He tossed the little creature one.

Now this. This is a human who knows what good snacks are. Bruni watched with a rumble in their tummy as Eric seasoned the tomatoes and did the unexpected. He roasted them.

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// I used to play Ursula and I know I don't have the energy to write her as much as I do these two idiots anymore, but damn I would not mind coming back to her or NPCing every once in a while

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#FeedBruni

#FireSpiritDeservesCaprese

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☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Waking up between two humans was warmer than Ariel expected, but pleasantly so while the breeze rolled through the tower windows. She looked over at her husband, who to her surprise was still curled up in blankets with no sign of waking yet.

She rolled over to face the other human in their bed, whispering, "He's almost never asleep when I wake up. You tired him out last night."

Over her shoulder Ariel heard her husband mumble under the blankets, "Don't encourage him."

Ariel could barely stifle a laugh. "Good morning to you, too, Eric."

She and Eric had spent enough time together to know each other's quirks and habits, and Ariel had been more than happy to give Eric the space to enjoy his reunion and connection with his old friend. She would never let Eric sacrifice his happiness over a tradition that was only human. Merfolk had no such reservations and welcomed however many partners they chose.

Still, Ariel had let Eric and Hans find their rhythm together first, and though she was as naked in bed as her husband, she was still getting to know Hans and how he fit in with both of them.

She smiled over at Hans, her hair splayed out over the pillows. "Do you like good morning kisses?"

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Send ☀️(or Sun-sex) for our muses to have (hopefully) nice lazy sex early in the morning

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Disney Princess Magazine Comics - Underwater Wedding

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// looking forward to being extra filthy on this dash tonight to cancel out the guy who randomly gave me a Bible on a walk today

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"No, because our backyard is the ocean!"

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“I set the backyard on fire once and you people won’t let it go, will you?”

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you actually don’t have to go on dating apps to find girlfriends. many beautiful women are waiting for you on rocks out at sea

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Eric disembarked to a kingdom in mourning, and to a wake instead of a welcoming celebration. As soon as he set foot on land, his stomach sank, and he regretted every moment of the journey he spent dreading reuniting with his betrothed who now only needed something Eric wasn't sure anyone could give.

Enough time had passed since the loss of Eric's own parents that the wound wasn't fresh. He remembered the way mourning guests looked as the Queen and then the King's passing crumbled Eric's resolve, and the glances mourners gave Princess Anna had once been for him. Years of love and grief only ever led to empty platitudes, and his heart stung all over again as he watched her receive them.

When she retreated to a quieter place, Eric wondered if he should follow. Would she want him there at all? He remembered the dichotomy of desperately wanting the comfort that no one was ready nor willing to give. It had hurt too much to just leave her there. If she didn't want him, she could send him away and he'd harbor no ill will.

Eric slipped through where the crowd thinned and sat beside her, leaving a little space between them.

"Hey. I'll go if it's not the time." Though his voice was already quiet, he spoke more softly after. "The condolences stop eventually. It feels...different after that. Maybe not better. I don't know that it ever does."

Immediately after the words left his mouth, Eric winced, unsure if he should've said any of that aloud. But would it really have been better to give her platitudes so empty that it dug deeper into her grief?

"Would it help to talk? Stay here? Be...somewhere else?"

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Anna used to imagine what this room would look like full of people, with music playing while couples danced, lost in the magic of another ball. She would sneak out of bed to peek under the door just to catch a brief glimpse of the billowing gowns and hear the orchestra playing the most romantic of songs. She never imagined how it would look today as strangers milled about the refreshment tables at her own parents wake and talked in whispers, giving her sidelong glances of pity and empty condolences. More than anything, now, she wished she didn't feel so utterly alone.

Sighing to keep herself from crying, Anna slowly pulled off the shroud covering herself and sank into her seat. She wondered if she left right now if anyone would even notice she was missing.

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Ariel Midnight Masquerade by Steven Thompson

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Salt and storm. No time for whining.

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I just want to eat out a girl for as long as she likes, I don’t care if my jaw hurts, I don’t care if she has been sitting on my face for hours, I just want to overwhelm her with pleasure.