to kill a mermaid

Let’s talk about an Ariel who walks away—limping, mouthing inaudible sailors’ curses, a sea-brine knife in her belt.

Ariel traded her voice for a chance to walk on land. That was the deal: every time she steps, it will feel like being stabbed by knives. She must win the hand of her one true love, or she will die at his wedding day, turn to sea foam, forgotten. The helpful steward tells her to dance for the prince, even though her feet scream each time she steps. Love is pain, the sea witch promised. Devotion calls for blood.

But how about this? When the prince marries another, nothing happens. When Ariel stands over the prince and his fiance the night before their wedding, her sisters’ hard-won knife in hand, she doesn’t decide his happiness is more important than her life. She decides that his happiness is irrelevant. Her curse does not turn on the whims of this boy’s heart. 

She does not throw away the knife and throw herself into the sea. She does not bury it in the prince and break her curse—it would not have broken. She leaves them sleeping in what will be their marriage bed and limps into a quiet night, her knife clean in her belt, her heart caught in her throat. Her feet scream, but they ache, too, for the places she has yet to see. 

Ariel will not be sea foam or a queen. There is life beyond love. There is love in just living. Her true love will not be married on the morn—the prince will be married then, in glorious splendor, but he had never been why she was here.

Ariel traded her voice for legs to stand on, a chance at another life. When she poked her head above the waves, it wasn’t the handsome biped that she fell for. It was the way the hills rolled, golden in the sun. It was the clouds chasing each other across blue sky, like sea foam you could never reach.

(She does reach it, one day, bouncing around in the back of a blacksmith’s cart, signing jokes to him in between helping to tune his guitar. They crest up a high mountain pass and into the belly of a cloud. Her breath whistles out, swirls water droplets, and she reaches out a hand to touch the sky. Her feet will scream all her life, but after that morning they ache just a little bit less). 

I want an Ariel who is in love with a world, not a prince. I don’t want her to be a moral for little girls about what love is supposed to hurt like, about how it is supposed to kill you. Ariel will be one more wandering soul, forgotten. Her voice will live in everything she does. She uses her sisters’ knife to turn a reed into a pipe. She cannot speak, but she still has lungs. 

Love is pain, says the old man, when Ariel smiles too wide at sunrises. It’s pain, says the innkeeper, with pity, as Ariel hobbles to a seat, pipe in hand. At least you are beautiful, soothes the country healer who looks over her undamaged feet. The helpful steward had thought she was shy. Dance for the prince even though your feet feel stuck with a hundred knives.

Her feet feel like knives but she goes out dancing in the grass at midnight anyway. She’s never seen stars before. Moonlight reaches down through the depths, but starlight fractures on the surface. Ariel dances for herself.

She goes down to caves and rocky shores. Sometimes she meets with her sisters there. Mouths filled with water cannot speak above the sea, so she drops into the waves and they sing to her, old songs, and she steals breaths of air between the stanzas. She can drown now. She holds her breath. She opens her eyes to the salt and brine. 

Ariel uses canes and takes rides on wagons filled with hay, chickens, tomatoes—never fish. She earns coins and paper scraps of money with a conch shell her youngest sister swam up from the depths for her, with her reed pipe, with a lyre from her eldest sister which sounds eerie and high out of the water. The shadow plays she makes on the walls of taverns waver and wriggle like on the sea caves of her childhood, but not because of water’s lap and current. It is the firelight that flickers over her hands. 

When she has limped and hitched rides so far that no one knows the name of her prince’s kingdom, she meets a travelling blacksmith on the road with an extra seat in his cart and an ear for music. He never asks her to dance for him and she never does. She drops messages in bottles to her sisters, at every river and coastline they come to, and sometimes she finds bottles washed up the shore just for her. 

They travel on. When she breathes, these days, her lungs fill with air.

Some nights she wakes, gasping, coughing up black water that never comes. There is something lying heavy on her chest and there always will be.

Somewhere in the ocean, a sea witch thinks she has won. When Ariel walks, she hobbles. Her voice was the sunken treasure of the king’s loveliest daughter, and so when they tell Ariel’s story they say she has been robbed. They say she has been stolen. 

She has many instruments because she has many voices—all of them, hers; made by her hands, or gifted from her sisters’ dripping ones. Ariel will sing until the day she dies with every instrument but her vocal cords. 

She cannot win it back, the high sweet voice of a merchild who had never blistered her shoulders red with sun, who had never made a barroom rise to its feet to sing along to her strumming fingers. She cannot ever again sing like a girl who has not held a dagger over two sleeping lovers and then decided to spare them. She decided not to wither. She decided to walk on knives for the rest of her life. She cannot win it back, but even if she could, she knows she would not sound the same. 

They call her story a tragedy and she rests her aching feet beside the warming hearth. With every new ridge climbed, new river forded, new night sky met, her feet ache a little less. They call her a tragedy, but the blacksmith’s donkey is warm and contrary on cold mornings. The blacksmith’s shoulder is warm under her cheek.

Her feet will always hurt. She has cut out so many parts of her self, traded them up, won twisted promises back and then twisted them herself. She lives with so many curses under her skin, but she lives. They call her story a moral, and maybe it is.

When she breathes, her lungs fill. When she walks, the earth holds her up. There is sun and there is light and she can catch it in her hands. This is love. 

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Lana Del Rey + Unreleased Music Videos.

In order: Mermaid Motel, Kill Kill, Put Me In A Movie, Hundred Dollar Bill, Brite Lites, Diet Mtn. Dew, National Anthem, Kinda Outta Luck, Jump, You Can Be The Boss.

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I saw and audio of lady and the tramp and it inspire me to draw one with the mermaid Lance au. So here it is. A little mermaid / Voltron mushup.

Sorry for my shity drawings ;w;

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Genji is secretly a McHanzo shipper.
Hanzo is probably going to kill him again.

My OCs ; Ebb

Ebb is a mermaid, from a tribe that used to live in the Pacific Ocean. She’s an only child, who grew up in a loving family and had a normal life. Despite only being 14, she is considered an adult in the mermaid society, and before she left home she was learning to become a hunter gatherer of materials such as seaweed and coral, and catching fish. She was also engaged to be married; an arranged marriage by her parents since she was born, since their society has a class system and Ebb was marry a man in the class above her family. Instead of rings, the mermaids propose with the most beautiful shells they can find, and despite no longer living in the ocean, Ebb still has her shell and wears it as a necklace.

Due to the high value of mermaid scales, and the prices a live one can be sold for among humans, on occasion Ebb’s tribe would have to deal with pirates attempting to capture unsuspecting mermaids. One day, an entire fleet of pirate ships attacked the mermaid city, and either captured or killed all of the mermaids they could. Ebb was lucky enough to escape, but to this day still has no idea what happened to her parents or the rest of her people. She assumes them all to be dead.

Fleeing from the pirates, Ebb made her way to an inlet of a large river running into the mainland. It was here she found shelter, out of the reach of the pirate ships. Unknown to her at the time, when Ebb leaves the water and her tail completely dries, it transforms into a pair of legs so she can walk on land. Her first experience of this was when she was washed up on the side of the river, exhausted and not moving. As with all mermaids, they have a close connection to nature and animals, and even though she has never met a land creature before, it was a deer that had come from the surrounding forest to get a drink that pulled her out of the water and onto the shore. When she woke up, Ebb found she had legs, and learned to walk from the deer that saved her.

Too afraid to return to the ocean, Ebb has lived in the forest ever since; building herself a treehouse so she can keep watch on the river from her home. Kage (who you can read about here) was the first non-pirate person she ever met, and despite lashing out at him at first, they quickly became friends, and are still best friends to this day. Despite still being timid when first meeting new people, she trusts a lot more in humans now than when she thought they were all like the pirates.

Ebb is a happy-go-lucky type of gal. As well as being a friend to animals, she can also speak to water creatures, and often claims to have made new fish friends in the river whenever she goes for a swim. To anyone that doesn’t know her she comes across as odd and almost alien, because she’s fascinated with everything human-made that she’s never seen before, and is pretty lost most of the time. Despite generally being a happy, spontaneous person, Ebb has unshakable morals that were taught to her by her people, and will fight with everything she’s got for what she believes in. She’s also known for taking temper tantrums when people treat her like a child.

In Kage’s opinion, Ebb makes the best sushi he’s ever tasted, which is a massive compliment considering that’s the only food he’ll eat. Since birth Ebb has had three small barnacles on her face, under her left eye. These are a mark of her class within the mermaid community, with one barnacle being royals, two being aristocrats, three being commoners and four & more being lower class, or criminal. By mermaid standards she is also an “okay” looking girl, which is determined by how many colours of scales she has on her tail. The most beautiful of mermaids have two or more distinct colours, and mermaids like Ebb only have a gradient of colour (her tail is orange at her body, and goes down to yellow at the end). In human terms she’s a fairly attractive young girl; the only difference being her barnacles, and instead of having body hair she has scales (except her eyebrows and actual head hair). She has unusually large, almond shaped eyes, and gills on her neck. Ebb also has a trill to her voice that almost makes it sound like she’s singing when she speaks.

Best Unreleased Lana Del Rey Songs

Mermaid Motel- Lana Del Ray (2010)

Disco (My Only God)- Lizzy Grant and the Phenomena (2007)

The Man I Love- unreleased (2012)

Kinda Outta Luck- unreleased (2010)

You Can Be the Boss- unreleased (2010)

Because of You- unreleased (2012)

Trash Magic (Miss America)- unreleased (2007)

Kill Kill- Lana Del Ray (2010)

Get Drunk- No Kung Fu (2007)

Try Tonight- May Jailer (2005)

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Jack Sparrow

Tease, mermaid reader, flirt, mention of smut

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: “ Hmmm going for Pirates…
Could you possibly write a cute ‘reader x character’ fic with (Captain) Jack where the reader is a mermaid/man in training and is learning how to lure men from their ships to their doom…but is failing…Like instead of singing something melodic they’ll rap or beatbox or something, or they’ll “try” to pose seductively on a rock and have seaweed blow into their face, and they’ll circle his ship, leaping out of the water like a dolphin just saying “am i doing this right, do you give up yet?  am i winning?” to the point where the captain just sort of gives up and helps them learn how to do the mermaid/man thing right…
I hope that inspires something <3 “

Word count: 699

A/N: I changed the request quite boldly, because I didn’t quite understand the request, but I hope you like this version!

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