#ariel — threads.

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I wish most Ariel and Eric discourse was about how cute and soft they are and not about whether or not Ariel did what she did for him or whatever.

[the-double-felix]

I think it's time I admit to myself and the world that I am BAD at self imposed deadlines. He will be finished one day but by golly am I not embroidering the rest of it tonight.

@where-does-the-heart-lie enjoy this progress picture I guess. You said any art medium is accepted and I'm only good with fiber. It was this or I was going to sew a little doll of him and pose him in front of a fire place. Ironically I thought I could get this done faster.

Don't look at me like that man you'll get snake bites later.

[marlborcs]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for ariel & alessandra.

" -- can i have a kiss?"

[canncnball]

a closed starter for my heart, @blushdrunks, for alessandra & ariel.

"baby, you promised no phones tonight. look – i'm putting mine down and i swear to goddess, i will not touch it the rest of the night."

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @deathrcll )

Stevie leaned in closer, a wicked grin taking over her lips. "Exactly, four. Which means you're warmed up, not done. C'mon, it's not peer pressure if it's coming from someone this hot, right?" They teased, reaching for the bottle of tequila and already pouring another shot with dangerous confidence. "Besides, I'm not trying to ruin you for tomorrow, I'm just trying to ruin you for tonight."

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @blackbcxwarning - arielle faulkner

Lucian darted through the Night Market crowd, spotting Arielle at a corner table. Fifteen minutes late again. He crossed between tables where Devil's Junction's power players pretended not to notice each other while conducting their "accidental" meetings—his father had probably arranged dozens of such encounters in this very spot. "Sorry," he mumbled, dropping into the chair across from her and grabbing a menu as temporary cover while catching his breath. "Emergency meeting right when I was leaving. Something about our rendering engine imploding." He lowered his shield with a resigned sigh. "So what should I try, but first, let me hear it. I'm late and irresponsible."

[ladiesandwitches]

Continued from here @wintersovereign

"Oh!" Ariel covered her mouth a little as she giggled. "That would be funny. But a little impractical, I think," she added with a good-natured wince, thinking how awkward baths might get if she got her fins back wherever there was water. "I can go back in the sea if my father helps. You see, Daddy has his trident and he, uh," Ariel bit her lip, a little conscious of how strange it might seem to someone not from Atlantica. Even if Elsa had amazing powers of her own. "uses it to change me back into a mermaid. It's really a lot easier than it sounds."

[cyberneticatoms]

WHERE: 7-Eleven (Lower District) WHO: Jackie Porter (@chaosandcrimson)

Ariel adjusted the strap on her backpack as she walked towards the 7-Eleven, she'd reluctantly left the warmth of the Glass trailer to get more snacks. At least it beat sending Wes, having him out and about still made her anxiety spike up. Pausing when she saw a familiar face also heading inside, "Yo, you come all the way down to make sure Zep alive?" she questioned. "Cause otherwise I'm questioning your sanity, or at least your taste in snacks."

[dragonmasterhiccup]

The king smiles, nodding back. “I have no doubt.”

When Hiccup points out that Triton won’t be the one to turn him back, the merman chuckles. “Mellie was practicing her magic with me last time she visited. She should be able to turn you back with her necklace.”

Melodía nods in agreement. “I could show you some of the other stuff I learned too!”

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When he nods, she squeaks excitedly before pulling him inside. 

The grotto was much bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. The walls of the cave towered above their heads, a hole at the top allowing sunlight to stream in. It looked just big enough for Melodía to fit through.

On every crevice of the walls, and all over the floor of the cave, were discarded knickknacks of all kinds and sizes. Some were jewels that she had hung from the ceiling, the sunlight casting colorful lights throughout the cave. Others were regular old pieces of scrap metal. They glittered in the sunlight as Melodía giggled happily, swimming round and round in the grotto.

“Oh it’s so good to be back, I missed you all so much!” She says, talking to the pieces of junk. The mermaid beams at Hiccup before going to one of the ledges. She picks up an hourglass, bringing it over to him with an excited smile. “Look at this! Isn’t it amazing?! I have no idea what it is, but WATCH-” she turns it upside down, and the sand streams through to the other side as she watches with amazement. “I call it a sand sifter. But that’s probably not what it’s called, is it?” The princess giggles.

She hands it to him before going to another ledge and taking a kalimba, a small instrument where the metal prongs can be plucked with your fingers to make music. “I love this one.”

The girl holds it out to him before plucking a few of the different sized prongs, a series of notes following. “I call this a pickadilly.”

Taking a fork from another spot, she combs it through her long, flowing hair. “I used to call these dinglehoppers.” 

Finally, she takes his hands, and leads him to a secluded area of the cave. On a singular rock that’s jutting out of the sand, sits a little statue of a man and a woman dancing together. Melodía gently picks it up as if it’s the most precious thing in the world. She holds it out to him, smiling.

“This. This one is my favorite.”

(I know in the fandom there’s the whole Hiccup scrap metal joke, but honestly if Hiccup offered to deliver scrap metal with Melodía she would SWOON-)

Hiccup turned to her, a beaming smile. "Really? That's amazing! Yeah, I'd love to see!"

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Hiccup's eyes widened as he took in the grotto.

He couldn't believe how much was inside, but he could see the care Melodía took with the placement of each object.

"This...this is incredible! How long have you been accumulating these items?"

Chuckling lightly, he took the object, and answered, "Sand sifter isn't a bad guess! We call it an hourglass, it helps to keep time. It takes a full hour for the sand to go from the top to the bottom in its entirety!"

The instrument was completely foreign to him, so he just shrugged with a grin. "Pickadilly works!"

Seeing her brush her hair with the fork, his expression brightened, remembering when he taught her how to use the Berkians utensils. "I remember! The funny part is, it does look strikingly similar to our hair brushes!"

He set the hourglass down on an empty ledge, letting her take his hands and lead him further into the cave.

Gingerly taking the statue, he turned it over in his hands, getting a better look at it. "I can see why this one is your favorite. It's crafted incredibly well, and it has a lot of details that something this size typically wouldn't."

Holding it back out to her, he smiled warmly at her. "You could bring this back to Berk with you, if you wanted. I could understand why you'd want to keep it here, though. No chance of it getting knocked over... actually, maybe it should stay here..."

His eyes roamed over the figure again. Maybe, just maybe, I can carve her one out of wood...

[briarosas]

“       i'm       afraid       I       never       went       swimming       before.       ”       truth       coats       her       spoken       words,       one       that       held       sweet       briar       rose       in       a       curious       state       of       mind.       protective       godmothers       who       had       raised       her       in       a       small       cottage       in       the       woods,       to       be       cared       for       &       watched       under       strict       watch.       yet       now,       to       have       full       reign       :       nothing       will       stop       her       from       exploring.       “       I'm       sure       it's       lovely.       ” @seachant

[valiantroyalty]

“A secret,” She confirmed But was silent. Ariel glanced at the vendor woth a frown. Asking of their baby would have Fins or feet - in a way she can understand why it would be asked. A joining if a mermaid and a human were considerably rare. At First She Took offence at the question then became sad. Were the people hopeful for a more human Child? a completely human heir? It wasn’t possible. Ariel can almost guarantee their lottle one will inherit the scales, gills, webbing. So Theres a good Chance they’ll be able tk Shift, like She can.

Once Eric Started Go Head into tne Castle, She Started The secret. “My mother was human. Daddy immediately Smitten, he changed her into a mermaid. Then had me soon after.” Which meant Ariel was technically the more human out of her sisters, yet the more powerful out of tne Seven of them. “She was.. from here.”

@notwhileimcaptain

[lilacsongs]

“thank  god  you’re  alive.”  though,  if  ariel  has  to  be  completely  honest,  he  barely  looks  like  it.  “why  didn’t  you  respond  to  our  texts?” / @artisn

[catscratch-jackson]

When it came to surviving, Jackson somehow managed by the skin of his teeth. Sure, his time spent with Auralia taught him some useful tricks and his natural reflexes helped, but Jackson was far too ruled by his impulses and greedy fingers to be that decent at pickpocketing, always finding himself trying things far beyond his level.

That and his brazen stupidity had Jackson following the golden-haired man down the street. He'd smelt him first, the strong whiff of soap mixed with flowers and spice had turned Jackson's head immediately. Even beyond his cleanliness, the man stuck out like a rose among weeds in the grime of the trade district, and Jackson couldn't help from practically drooling at the thought of how much money the man could be carrying on him and how many drinks that could buy him.

With the money he hadn't even earned already spent in his head, Jackson watched as the man entered a shop, disappearing for a few minutes while he ran through his half-assed plan in his head. When the man exited the shop shortly after, Jackson ducked his head and was moving with little hesitation. Their shoulders collided as he'd planned, his fingers quietly moving to slip into the other man's pocket as he rattled off an exaggerated apology with the tip of his head that was meant to help distract from his sneaky fingers.

"Sorry, pardon me, I should watch where I'm going, my apologies, sir."

@arielbeaumont

[fadinglights]

“i  can’t  do  this  anymore.”  ariel  buries  her  head  in  her  notes,  letting  out  a  groan.  “i  think  it’s  finally  time  for  me  to  become  the  family  disappointment.”  her  brain  is  already  fried.  maybe  she’s  grossly  overestimated  herself.  she  is  bright  but  not  that  bright,  or  this  degree  is  just  too  inhumane  to  still  exist  in  this  day  and  age.  “i’ll  be  rooting  for  you.  be  strong  for  both  of  us.” / @wcvensouls

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @fadinglights || Eva and Ariel (x)

"I uh... Well, you do have a point." Eva replied, a small smile on her lips to try and hide how awkward this was for her. Normally, she would have no qualms about sharing a bed with a friend, but Ariel wasn't just her friend. No, Ariel was the beautiful young woman who she had been hiding a crush on for the last five months, and the thought of being that close to her made her heart race. "Sorry, I don't want to sound like I'm making things weird. Just didn't want to get in your personal space if you wanted."

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain said -> ❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

Ariel blinks, his expression confused as he looks at Kyran like looking out of brand new eyes — like never having seen the other person before. But it’s not the sight in front of him that has Ariel’s expression like this, it’s what Kyran has said, how he’s said it. Like politeness is a plague.

“Pardon me for having manners and empathy.” He says with a little laugh, somewhat collecting himself. “We can’t all be Regina George.”