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Ariel, listen to me. The human world is a mess. Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there.
Women’s History Month - My Favorite Disney Princesses:
9. Ariel (The Little Mermaid, 1989)
“I don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.”
Goodnight, Ariel.
THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023)
The Little Mermaid - Fan art by Peter Brockhammer
THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) dir. Rob Marshall
THE LITTLE MERMAID (1989) Dir. John Musker And Ron Clements
THE LITTLE MERMAID (1989) Dir. John Musker and Ron Clements
"hyperfixating on the live action little mermaid for a full month straight and not being able to think about anything else except halle bailey's ariel + jonah hauer king's eric and feeling like a giddy little kid again whenever you see anything related to the film" was not on my summer 2023 bingo card but here we are
thoughts on the flags?
yes i have those sometimes
Under the Sea 📗🦀
Just Kndz little mermaid redraw things...
''A simples question, with many reactions''
How would BSD men react if you asked them to help you adjust your bra straps ?
Inspired by this post by Zhongrin
Characters: Dazai, Atsushi, Ice Man, Ranpo,
A smirk appears on Dazai's lips. He walks over to you making teases and bad lines. When he finishes he hugs you from behind and for the next 5 minutes kissing all over your body. His playful mode is active but he decides to turn off that ''seductive guy fame'' for few minutes and just watch from afar his beloved get ready;
It's hard to tell if it's Atsushi who's behind you if it's a tomato. His hand shakes a little as he adjusts the straps for fear of doing something wrong, but when you say thank you with a smile he sighs in relief and give you a small (but sweet) smile;
As a gentleman and a tall man, Ice Man approaches and gently helps you, always asking if it's tight or not, after giving kiss on the top of your head. You never understood how a man with so many secrets can be so soft, but the silence between the two of you was...comfortable;
Every time Ranpo hears you call his name he knows what you want and this time was no different. He walked into the room in his usual demeanor and quickly adjusted the straps, since he knows how you like it. He will charge kisses and especially sweets in return for helping you <3
cutest thing I've read in a while fr🥰🥰
𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙙
featuring ⨳ nikolai gogol, gn!reader + oc!daughter
contents ⨳ fluff, slight slight angst, reader isn't mentioned a lot, established relationship, the daughter is oc
notes ⨳ this is from the conversations in discord with friends who have collective baby fever and thirst for dad!nikolai in one random day
Nikolai is more than happy to pick up his daughter from kindergarten. Usually, you would pick her up since you have a small break just enough time for you to grab your daughter, buy her food and send her home. Nikolai's not home usually at four, busy with his shady business. So when you call him to go and pick up his daughter, he is over the moon.
He is already waiting by the car, eyes looking for his adorable daughter walking out from the gate. He is just casual, with a white button-up, rolled-up sleeves and a pair of black pants. But that's still enough for some people to take several glances at him.
Nikolai ignores their attention — he's only thirsty for the only person he loves the most, his beloved — you.
After about five minutes of waiting, he finally sees his daughter walks out of the gate. She is looking at the ground. Her white braid is hanging low and her green eyes are dull. She is clutching her red schoolbag, a bit tense.
Nikolai is a sensitive person — especially when it comes to emotions. So he certainly notices his daughter is acting weirdly. Yes, she's visibly distraught with her thoughts when she accidentally walks past Nikolai's car.
“Mari,” he calls.
His daughter, Mari, flinches out of her thoughts and turns around. Nikolai smiles and before he could crouch and opens his arms for her, she already runs straight into him, bumping into his legs.
“Papa!”
Nikolai chuckles, smiling affectionately. He pats her head — she is short, obviously, just reaching his knees. Nikolai crouches and hugs her, giving a smooch on her cheek.
“Papa pick me up?” Mari asks as her tiny hands hold his face. Nikolai coos, overwhelmed with the adoration in his heart. He nods.
“Yes, malyshka,” he replies as he pinches her cheek, making her whine in annoyance. Nikolai only laughs before he stands up again and opens the car door. He bends to help Mari to take off her school bag. There's a charm of red pompom hanging on her bag, similar to Nikolai's hair tie.
He puts the bag under the seat and then he picks her up, getting her onto the seat. He reaches for the seatbelt, putting it on her. “Comfy?” he asks and when she nods, Nikolai smiles proudly to himself. Before he closes the door, he kisses her forehead once.
He gets into the driver's seat and turns on the engine. He drives out from the kindergarten area, sometimes taking a glance at his still disturbed daughter.
“Rough day at school, malyshka?” he asks.
“Hm...” she nods a bit, stroking her braid sadly —that trait is very similar to what Nikolai would do when he's sulking towards you.
“Wanna tell me?”
“Papa... am I... am I ugly?” she asks, lips quivering and Nikolai almost brakes abruptly at the question. He frowns and immediately parks his car on the side of the street, looking at his daughter.
“No. No, you aren't ugly. What nonsense! Mari, you are the cutest girl in the world! The most adorable, the prettiest, the most glamorous!” Nikolai says. “Who said that?”
She's smiling at her dad's words but she's starting to sob. “T-These boys in my class... called me ugly and weird... They say meanie things! And... and then they touched my cheeks and...”
“They what?” Nikolai grips the steering wheel and has to internally exhale a deep breath without sighing out loud to his daughter.
“They say bad words to me... And they touched my cheeks...”
“.... Did they hurt you?”
“O-One of them... like... pinch it...”
“Does the teacher says anything?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you know their names? The boys?”
She says three names.
“Alright.”
Nikolai takes out his phone and types something in it. But not long before she tugs his sleeve. He turns to her and she looks scared.
“Papa... are you angry...? Y-You're scary now...”
Nikolai purses his lips — bad habits come up again. He suddenly remembers the frustrated words from his colleague — “Gogol, can you behave well? Your whole presence is scaring my customers. My God, why are you here in this casino anyway?”
Nikolai swallows hard. Of course... He was a very dangerous person several years ago. He made horrendous, gruesome and grotesque crimes. He killed people left and right. All to just reach his extreme ideals.
And now he's here, almost ten years later, having a family. Does he deserve this? After murdering a lot of people, taking them away from their families — and now he is having one, himself. Does he even deserve to have a family? Is he deserving of this future he's trying to live in when his past is constantly trailing in his shadow? Will this guilt follow him to hell and eat him slowly from inside? Will he find himself caged again? Will the freedom be out of his reach?
“Papa!”
Nikolai jumps at Mari's high-pitched scream. He looks at her and she's crying — she looks worried and she is panicked when she sees her dad being silent. She doesn't know why but she cannot help but feel a very scary feeling from his silence.
“Papa, a-are you sick? P-Please, I'm scared..!” she cries and Nikolai's heart breaks at her tears. He realizes he just daydreams about his inner chaos while his daughter needs him. This feels just as hurt when his beloved spouse is crying to him. Nikolai unbuckles her seatbelt and carefully picks her up to sit on his lap.
He hugs her, kissing her head.
“I'm okay... I'm okay, shh... Don't cry, okay? I'm not sick, alright? I'm just distraught.” his voice is soft and soothing as he strokes her hair — just the same as his. Her eyes are also just like his, except her face resembles her mother more.
“I just don't like what the boys did to you. I promise, I promise they won't hurt you or touch you or call you names anymore.” Nikolai looks at her and she stares before slowly nodding back. He smiles at her again.
“If they touch you anymore, you say what?”
“I say 'No'.”
“Good. Then, what else? What did papa teach you?”
“Then... you say.. uh.. I have to... kick their balls!”
Nikolai laughs and his laugh is contagious enough for the spirited girl to giggle. “Yes, you got it right! And then, if they touch your cheek, you will do this...” Nikolai forms a loose fist and slowly gestures it to her cheek, poking her skin with his knuckles. “Pow.” he says, playfully.
She grins, looking at him contently and follows his step. She clenches her tiny fist and pushes it to Nikolai's cheek. Though Nikolai does not even feel a thing, he purposely turns his head sideways, according to the direction, just to show Mari that she 'punches' him.
“Good girl! Yes, like that. And do it harder to them! Like really hard! That's called, a punch.”
"A... pun. Pun!”
Nikolai cackles, eyes almost close at how hard he smiles at his daughter's cuteness. “Okay, malyshka. That's close enough. Now, do we wanna get desserts? To cheer you up? Ice-cream or waffle?”
“Both!” she claps her hands excited. She's already imagining a thick waffle with drizzles of chocolate sauce, and two scoops of vanilla ice-cream topping the delicacy.
“Okay, let's go! I know bestest place for a waffle and ice-cream! Anything for you, okay?” Nikolai says before he puts her back to the seat and buckles her seatbelt.
BEEP!
“Goddamn!” Nikolai looks in the mirror, seeing a car honking at him before passing him. He clicks his tongue. “What the hell is his problem, dude?”
Mari gasps and slaps his hand. He looks at her, pouting, already he can listen your voice scolding him for saying bad words in front of the kids. “Bad words! Baddie words! Papa cannot say that!”
“I did not say anything.”
She gasps. “Gaslighting!”
“Where the hell did you learn that?”
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Imagine Albedo seeing you wearing a Witch outfit
(I Haven't played the new event yet! But all the fanarts I've seen tell me it's wonderful, and inspired me. By the way, sorry for my bad english)
On an inconvenient afternoon, high-pitched giggles filled Albedo's laboratory. Who else could it be but Klee, excitedly twirling in her new witch-inspired dress? You couldn't help but find all those ruffles and adorable details utterly endearing.
Curiosity piqued, you noticed something peculiar inside the delicate box that held the small dress. There was another dress, larger in size, but with a different color, yet still following the witchy concept. You wondered why it was there, but the temptation to try it on overcame you, and you made your way to your room, slipping into the dress.
As you stepped out, wearing the enchanting attire, you found yourself face to face with Albedo. His eyes widened, a light blush tinging his pale cheeks. With a soft chuckle he observed you and then he spoke, "You could have told me that you and Klee had planned match outfits."
Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you fidgeted nervously with the hem of your dress. Your lips parted slightly, ready to begin an explanation, but Klee's excited little footsteps arrived faster, and both her eyes and her smile widened upon seeing you. "[Name] is a witch too! Come on, come on, Uncle Kaeya will love to see us like this!"
Klee exclaimed, tugging you towards the door.
Albedo let you two go, mentally noting that he definitely had to paint you later...
LET YOUR IMAGINATION FLY !
Random incomplete scenarios with BSD characters (based on the mayoi cards)
Kunikida - Medieval AU
[…] ''Where did I go wrong?'' you ask yourself. The answer is: From the beginning. You were just a simple mercenary with a simple mission to kill a king… who was known for his strategies in battle, for his rigidity that accompanied his strong sense of justice. Somewhere on that battlefield, in that snow, in Kunikida's eyes full of anger and seriousness, in the reflection of the weapons of the soldiers beside him, there was a seed of doubt that had germinated.
As you pursued your mission, a shadow of admiration began to form in your heart. You admired not only his military prowess but also his commitment to justice and the well-being of his people. As you approached the king, an internal conflict was installed in his mind. On impulse, you deviated from your goal, secretly giving your hearts to each other… But unfortunately fate was already certain of the war that would start.
Awareness of your actions began to weigh on you. What was once a personal mission now became an internal battle. The conflict between duty and passion wove in your mind, questioning your motives and convictions.
Now, on that frozen battlefield, where fate intersects with the love of two different people, a choice must be made. Which ?
Chuuya - Detective AU
The year was 1885, a great but hotheaded detective, Chuuya Nakahara, was trying to solve ''The Case of Successive Pieces''. Three pieces of value were stolen on the same day, at the same time but in different places and one of the main suspects was Dazai Osamu, the biggest thief in the city.
You were just a half-assed thief from Yokohama who was running from the police, looking for a place where you could hide and accidentally entered Chuuya's office. Fortunately, he was so focused that he didn't notice you.
As Chuuya perused the details of the thefts on her desk, you crept around corners, trying to remain invisible, but something caught your eye: The suspect board.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned and his piercing eyes scanned the figure in front of the board, full of distrust and surprise.
"Who are you?" asked-shouted Chuuya, his voice filled with annoyance and caution.
Startled, you found yourself in a sticky situation, having been caught in the act and now gazed by the prestigious detective. Gathering his courage, he decided to tell him the truth, betting that perhaps he could be a supportive ally.
"I'm [name], I'm just a half-assed thief, wanted by the Yokohama police. I came in here accidentally while trying to escape from them…But the places fixed on this board caught my attention…''
Chuuya frowned, analyzing your words. He was known for his brash nature, and despite having a hot-headed confidence, his deductive skills were valuable.
"Are you saying that you know something about the theft of the three pieces?", asked Chuuya, skeptical, but also intrigued by the possibility of an unexpected clue.
''Maybe yes, maybe not… You'll only know if you help me too'' You played your joker, realizing that maybe this was your chance to escape the clutches of the police and maybe even get a valuable reward.
He sighed with annoyance and nod. ''Okay, but if you screw up, it won't just be the police that will crash you!''.
So Chuuya Nakahara, the hot-headed detective, and you, the half-assed thief, have come together in a binding alliance, ready to unravel the mystery behind the lost piece and capture Dazai, a thief…with many connections to Chuuya ?! You will found out.
Ranpo - Poker Dealer!Reader
Wearing a wine waistcoat under an impeccable black suit, Ranpo Edogawa, one of the Agency's Sharpest Detectives stepped into the bustling casino. His sharp eyes took in the glimmering lights, the excitement that emanated from the gamblers and the clinking of chips.
His steady steps joined the noise of the hall as you and the others Dealers' keen eyes watched Ranpo carefully, knowing he could spot their subtle tricks easily.
As Ranpo approached your table, taking a seat, you noted his childish demeanor, the mischievous glint in his eyes. Ranpo had a way of charming those around him, effortlessly bending them to his will. The other players regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. They knew of his abilities, but they had also heard stories of his unconventional methods and childish antics. It seemed inconceivable that someone with such a demeanor could truly possess the ''ability'' he claimed to have.
As the night progressed, Ranpo's playful banter filled the air, occasionally disrupting the calm and intense atmosphere. The dealer found it hard not to be captivated by Ranpo's charm, his infectious energy somehow making the game more enjoyable. ''So...what are your tricks ?'' He asked, looking at the cards in his hands
''A dealer never reveals their tricks'' You replied with a low chuckle while a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.
"You must have quite the story to tell" He said, his voice laced with curiosity. "Being a witness to countless fortunes won and lost, secrets unveiled, and lives changed...''
For some reason his words created tension between just the two of you and your mind started to race...
"Perhaps someday I'll share my tales-''
''In the police interrogation room, or at the Armed Detective Agency ?'' He interrupted
your eyes widen, and the cards you've been shuffling fall to the floor. What you will do know ?
THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) Dir. Rob Marshall
I have no idea if it fits but yk
Smoke Writer
'And he took the cigarette from his lips, placing it between his own. He took just one drag, long and slow, and then, he breathed it out in the other's face.' You smile in front of your enemies, and puff in their faces the smoke. You like to see them cry, like to see them suffer. You write pain in the most elegant way, making it a candy that slowly melts on the reader's tongue. You may have limits, but you push yourself always past them. Love the challenge your comfort zone can’t give you. You are the mysterious person everyone has a crush on, the one that smiles in front of the storm and kneels in front of weak ones. And your writing reflects it. It charms everyone and, even if the exit door is there, your reader will never take it. You're the one who can take a trope, one so used that it's a clique, and create something completely new. Your work is breathtaking, emotions described so well they feel real, and characterization that makes your stories pop out between all the others
@yuugen-benni and anyone who wants to join!! :))
Took this quiz to find out what elemental writing type I am. 💧🌱🔥💨
Frostbite Writer
The impossible writer. A walking contradiction, so beautiful, with pain wrapped all wound you. Your characters taste the best and worst of this world, just like you did. And they get hurt, covered in scars and with their heart in pieces, but they keep walking, pain in their eyes and in their every step.But just like your characters, you don't give up. Everything hurts, but you still go on. Your stories are deep, sometimes the reader needs to read through the lines, sometimes not, but the feelings you describe linger in your reader's hearts for long. You're able to leave a print. Usually you write stories that carry with them the burden you had to carry, but when you write about a pure love, your readers will find the comfort of a hug from a loved one. You're passionate, love hard and forever. Frostbite Writers tasted the bitter of life, and know how to keep immortal a feeling. Your stories will make your reader lose themselves in another universe, and when they come back, something will be changed forever.
Tagging bc I think you might like it: @vennilavee @strawberrystepmom @peachsayshi @bunsterjonez @ayyy-pee @simplykenni @galatially
I liked your post about things that remind the reader of the bsd characters after they die! Would it be possible for you to write about the things that remind the bsd characters of the reader after the reader dies? I would love to see this with Kunikida, Dazai, and Chuuya, but you can do whatever character(s) you like :)
Hello anon, I'm glad you liked!! Here is your request
''Oh, how the ghost of you clings...These foolish things remind me of you'' part 2, inverted
Summary: You died a year ago, but still little things that remind You Characters: Chuuya, Kunikida, Dazai
For Chuuya mornings became meaningless again; the same routine, washing his tired face and facing himself in the mirror in front of him was just another reminder of the price he had to pay. Seeing that reflection of his own face reminded him of all your jokes, the questions and especially the compliments that made him forget that there was a breach of insecurity inside those water-colored eyes; Seeing those light scars on his face reminded of your touch; And feel those same tears falling from his harsh look, that you once kissed. It was anything but a love curse.
It was a rainy day in Yokohama, unusually calm and peaceful, but there was something inside Kunikida that made him uneasy because the whole atmosphere triggered the memory he wanted to forget: You; The sound of the rain that fell heavily on the roof, the drops that ran on the windows, the thunder that screamed in the heavens, and the lightning that illuminated the black clouds was as if they whispered: ''Whenever it rains you will think of them''*
as Dazai made his way to Odasaku's grave, passing through the cemetery, there were always butterflies flying around looking for the small flowers that grew in the badly cut grass. Usually, he didn't notice them, but after his death the number of visits to that same cemetery increased. He finally began to observe these beautiful little insects that you loved so much for no reason, upon reflection he got an answer to the question that tormented him: ''Why did you love him?''
Because in his eyes he was not an insignificant caterpillar, but a caterpillar that was still in its cocoon ready to become a beautiful butterfly.
*Neil Gaiman
very nervous to put this here but i present. a bsd animation meme I am working on
disney princess worrying about their girlfriends not taking care of themselves
Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Disney | AO3
synopsis: They understand that you think you are doing the right thing. They really do. Turns out that it doesn't make it any less worrying how you simply forget to take care of yourself and focus on taking care of them. That needs to change, and Tiana, Belle and Ariel aren't known for giving up easily.
warnings: waitress!reader x tiana. beast!reader x belle. human!reader x ariel. fluff. hurt/comfort. female!reader.
Tiana
• You were one of the first hired, which made you see many of the difficulties that Tiana had to face. From ignorant customers to structural problems, you've seen it all. But not just the problems, you saw Tiana's determination to manage everything. She never gave up, and deep down you knew she never would.
• And although you had never seen someone as determined as her, what really surprised you was how Tiana never treated anyone as inferior. You never saw her yell at anyone, even over the most grotesque mistakes. Even in situations where you would have screamed. Tiana deserved the world.
• All it took to change the boss/employee relationship to something more complicated was a longer shift, torrential rain, and the lack of an umbrella. That night you spent hours talking, laughing, forgetting about life's problems.
• As her girlfriend, your admiration turned to concern. How did Tiana think it was healthy to work so much? Or how could she stay so calm while being disrespected? How could Tiana move forward and ignore the tiredness in her body?
• You started to intervene. Entitle clients? You deal with it. Problems in the kitchen? You talk to the chefs. Did the distributors let Tiana down? You will spend the night on long calls, writing down protocols, shouting out data that the answering service never wrote down.
• But you weren't the only one paying attention to this relationship. Tiana saw you too, and she understood what you were doing. She saw you sleeping less, taking care of yourself less, paying less attention. Tiana doesn't want you to wear yourself out helping her, she wants you to be happy. And Tiana won't be able to be happy until you are.
• As your boss, Tiana abused this power. She took your restaurant key, denied you entry to the kitchen and started kicking you out whenever you got close to your stopping time. If you wouldn't stop yourself, then Tiana would take care of it.
• When Tiana understood what motivated you, she gave in. She stopped working so much overtime, demanding so much, and only thinking about work. Only then did Tiana realize that in order to take care of you, she would need to take care of herself.
• That made her even more sure about her love for you. What a dream. To fight because your girlfriend care so much about you.
Belle
• Your relationship didn't start out easy. Now you can assume that part of it — most, actually— was you fault. You did things you shouldn't. Things that only made it harder for Belle. She had all the right in the world to hate you.
• But after she ran away from you, things changed. Evolved. You saved her, and she saved you. Belle could've let you there on the snow, but she didn't. She showed her true colors to you, and you couldn't help but to get drunk on it.
• Belle is kind. You saw how your mobile talk about her. And you also saw how she treat them, how sweet she can be. Belle is fair. When you treat her badly, she didn't let you go away with it. When you saved her, she saved you. When you changed your behavior and got better as a person, she turned into a friend. And Belle is brave. That one surprised you. She is amazing.
• To let Belle go save her father was the easiest and most difficult choice you ever made. Easiest because you could never act another way, and difficult because of the same reason. You can't make her love you or stay, but you can love her and make sure that she'll be happy. Not as close as what you want, but all you can have.
• So when those vile villagers invaded your house, the last thing you thought was that she would come back to you. A animal. You were just a beast. Not a woman anymore. Not someone that deserved respect, and that could be loved. When that man hurted you, chased you throught your house, the last thing you thought you would see was Belle. But you did.
• She came back to you. She chose to help you. To protect you. She chose you, without even knowing you had the chance of being a woman again, even without knowing if you would stay alive till the end of the life.
• Then you were human again. Someone, not something. Your people, your castle, everything got better. Changed to what it really was. You were human, what means that Belle loves you. That she truly loves you.
• The beginning was difficult, but she helped. She always does that. She cut your hair to your liking, helped you with your bath, helped you learn how to eat as a person again. Belle was perfect. She always is.
• Now better, you chose to be the person she deserves. You gave her your love, a library, a place to grow old. But she deserved so much more than that. Belle deserved to live her dreams, to get things done, to live a life worthy a novel.
• You spend days and nights planning. How could you make her happier? How could you make her glad she came back to you? How could you make it up for the fact that you were you?
• You took her in so many travels. You both traveled the world. From forests to great cities, from beaches to mountains, from old towns to uncovered lands. You did everything so she would have her happy ending.
• Even things you didn't really wanted to do. Height was a problem for you, but you did went up mountains so she could smile to you. You hate from the bottom of your heart hot places with insects drinking your blood, but you pretend not to care. For her, you would do anything.
• Apparently you're not a good actress, because quickly Belle called you out. You tried to lie, to pretend to be even more happy than you actually were, but she didn't fell for it. When she asked you were you wanted to go next, you tried lying again. "Whenever you want to, dear" didn't convinced her. "South America" made Belle roll her eyes. "Germany" ended up with Belle yelling for you to say the true.
• Back at home, you were feeling like shit. How could you fail at something so easy? Not even you as a woman again could make her happy. What would be enough? How can you be enough?
• When you told that to her, for a second you thought Belle would slap you across your face. Not even when Gaston hurted you she got so mad. She yelled at you for what looked like hours. You yelled back at her because... mostly because you like to yell at people.
• Belle told you that if you ever did something you don't want to just because you guess that will make her happy she will burn the library down and never read for you again. That shut you up.
• But that same night, Belle spend hours with you on the bath and ate with a book between you both. Looking at her eyes, you saw how they glowed. How they shone like a million stars. How she was truly happy because of her dear book. Because of you. If that's enought for her... Maybe it is hee happy ending. Maybe you already got to yours.
Ariel
• Ariel loves humans, but you are for sure her favorite one. No one could ever beat you. Not how adventurous you are, they way you want to be part of the sea just as she wants to be part of earth. Not how kind you were, helping her when she could speak just because you could. Or how patient you were when teaching her about your life. Or how fucking brave you were as you got into your ship and killed a gigantic Ursula to save her and her father.
• So when she overheard a conversation in which you said you're not enough for her... Ariel got so confused. How could you ever think that way about yourself? How dared you speak about yourself like that?
• She didn't said anything because she didn't want to embarrass you or anything like that, if you wanted to talk about that with her you would have done it already, but Ariel started to pay more attention to you. To see if she can understand your fear.
• As a princess, you had so many things to care about. Your people, your country, yourself. Not only that, but you were trying to explore the sea. To learn more about it. You almost don't sleep. You don't have time to do anything. You have time to yourself.
• Then Ariel understood. You think that because you can't be with her all the time that means... Ariel never thought you were so stupid. What are her? A toddler? You think she is a "away from the rest eyes, away from the mind" kind of person? Not even when she was a little mermaid she was like that!
• So to prove to you that you're enough (and she's not a child), Ariel took a adult decision. She started to help you with your work. That way she spend more time with you, and could also make you rest more often. She even asked Sebastian to help her, he's the smartess crustracious she knows.
• You did notice she was up to something, but you thought she just wanted to be more active. You could never imagine Ariel was trying to help you. What don't mean she didn't.
• Looks like Ariel is get her work done without saying anything. But that's just a guess.
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