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. 

To me, the funniest thing about Guillermo del Toro’s upcoming “The Shape of Water” is that I have read so many fanfics that use this setup, but it is the first time I am seeing the whole “mermaid captured to be examined and potentally killed for research purposes but orchestrates an escape with a low-ranking worker in the facility who doesn’t quite fit in” thing in an actual published medium.

AND IT LOOKS SO GOOD.

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This piece just killed me. The whole transformation gave me Mermaid Melody vibes and while I knew that 17 would interrupt shit, I was still caught off guard since the music was kinda catchy idc. 

BUT NOW LOOK AT THIS! Everyone is like “Bro, not cool!” and 17′s just standing there, like he’s getting scolded for stealing a bag of chips at a grocery store like “oops my bad.” 

mermaid-of-the-valley  asked:

Thought up another bit for Yandere!Papyrus X Deity!Sans. The tables are turned when Papyrus reincarnates as typical UT attitude Papyrus, but Sans is still insane from the actions of his past life and doesn't ever want to lose his favorite mortal again. When Papyrus tries to leave, the forest (which Sans maintained out of a sense of vengeance against the kingdom) twists in on itself, exhausting the skeleton and always landing him back at their special oak tree.

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

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)

Caught

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

Genre: Fluff, Mermaid AU

Summary: When you decided to help your dad on his fishing boat for the day you never thought you’d end up catching something other than a fish in your net, but when you found yourself looking into the deep brown eyes of a mermaid you don’t know what to think anymore.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about mermaid!Taehyung lately and it led to this quick drabble I wrote up while I was bored. I really got into it though and I was thinking about making it into multiple parts…I hope you guys enjoy! I’m so mad its another Tae fic tho…….


Today you were helping your dad on his fishing boat because he had injured himself the previous day while working. Usually you didn’t like to help because you didn’t like the smell of fish and you thought it was just a lot of hard labor for nothing but if your dad needed help you weren’t going to say no. 

So here you were, dressed in the messiest clothes you owned with large fishing boots and rubber gloves tying the outfit together, sitting on the boat as it was rocked wildly by waves, praying you wouldn’t get sick. You love your dad but you really hoped you wouldn’t have to do this again. 

“[Y/N]!” Your dad called from below deck where he was working. “Go check the nets and see if we caught anything.”  

You make a quick sound of acknowledgement before getting up from your seat and walking unsteadlily over to where you knew the fishing nets were. It was hard with your hands in the thick gloves but you grabbed hold of the lever that would bring up the net and rolled it until the large bundle of fish was visible. Surprisingly something else was visible as well and you stared with wide eyes into the dark brown eyes of a person who also seemed to be caught in the net.

“Ah, Hello! Are you going to help me, I’m a little stuck.” The boy said a wiggled a little to emphasize his predicament. 

How did this man get stuck in your fishing net? What kind of person is swimming out here in the middle of nowhere? With no other boat in site? Where did he come from? These thoughts ran through your mind as you looked him over, trying to looked beyond all the wrigling fish to find the rest of him. Thats when you saw the tail. It was a shiny orange-yellow color that looked kind of gold when the light hit it. It was the most beautiful color you’ve ever seen on a fish but with the size of the tail you weren’t sure it was actually a fish. 

You looked from the tail to the man stuck in the net a couple times before it finally hit you. “Y-Y-Y-You’re!” Out of shock you let go of the lever and the man along with the fish plummeted back into the sea. For a second you just stood there and blinked before quickly rolling the lever again to bring it back up.

When the boy came back up again he greeted you with a pout. “Hey! Hitting the water like that hurts!” 

“You’re a mermaid!” You blurted, not able to control your thoughts any longer. 

“Yes I am, nice to meet you, but can you please let me go? I’ll get in trouble if anyone else knows I’m talking to a human.” He was surprisingly calm about the situation, almost as if he had been caught before, which would surprise you considering you had never heard about any fisherman catching a mermaid and your dad often talked about strange things that happened to fellow fishermen. 

“Hello?” The mermaid spoke up again, catching your attention and bringing you out of your thoughts. He looked at you expectantly as he tugged at the net that held his body. “Could you get me out of this please?” 

You blinked a few times before nodding and reaching for the other lever that would bring the net right above the deck on the boat. When it moved you pressed a button and the net opened, releasing all the fish and the mermaid as well, making a loud, wet sound. 

“[Y/N] what was that sound? Was it something big? Did we get lucky?” Your father called up and for a moment you were at a loss of what to say as you stared at the mermaid who wiggled on the ground among dozens of fish who did the same. His tail practically glowed as the sun’s rays hit it and you swear it was the most magical looking thing you had ever seen. 

You came back to your senses quickly as you heard your father call your name once more and you definitely didn’t want him to come up to see this so you called back, “Everything is fine! I just slipped on some water when the fish got up here theres no need to worry!” 

“You have those boots on so you won’t slip! Be careful!” He called back but didn’t seem to want to come up on deck to check on you. 

Relieved, you looked back to the man surrounded by fish who was now smiling at you with his head propped up in his hands. “What do I do with you?”

“You could throw me over the side of the ship,” He started with his eyes looking away in thought before they darted back to you, and he looked directly into yours giving you a slightly uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach like you knew he was going to say something that would cause you grief. “Or you could kiss me?” 

“Kiss-!” You practically screeched before remembering your father who wasn’t too far away. “You want me to what?” 

The mischevious look on his handsome face turned into a pout as he looked up at you. “Oh come on its just a little kiss! If you do this for me I’ll…I- I’ll grant you a wish!” 

“Mermaids don’t grant wishes.” 

“How would you know that we don’t? This is your first time meeting one!”

“Why do you want a kiss so badly? Why would you think I would kiss you?” 

“Because you caught me in your stupid fish thing and now I’m here on your deck so you have to take responsibility!”

“That doesn’t make sense, you’re the one who swam into my net!”

“Your net shouldn’t have been in my way then!” He yelled back, brown eyes taking on an angry look that to you looked a little ridiculous with his wet blond hair hanging down to his nose. 

“Well you-!” You started to yell but your father’s voice quickly stopped you. 

“[Y/N] who are you yelling at like that up there? Is there another boat around causing trouble?” He questioned and for a moment you stopped breathing because it sounded like he was right by the stairs to the upper deck. What would you do if he came up here and saw this? What would happen to the mermaid? 

“A-Ah no everything is fine Dad! Just talking to myself!” You shouted back as you bent down and grabbed onto the mermaid’s hands. You decided that just throwing him back into the water would end this whole thing and you could go back to fishing. 

But he obviously had other things on his mind as he started to whine when he noticed you pulling him over to the side of the boat. “Wait, no! Please just help me out!” 

He wiggled and flapped his tail around wildly, making it harder for you to pull him and making enough noise you were sure your dad would notice the noise and come up right away. 

Aggravated, you leaned in closer to grab onto his forearms to stpo his wiggling. “Stop making so much noise, my dad-” and thats when you felt it, in the middle of your sentence the mermaid had leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The taste of the sea was striking and very salty, making you cringe as you jumped back, away from the attacking lips. 

As you pulled back and let go of him you noticied something shining behind him that got brighter by the second and soon it was so bright you had to look away. When you looked back you found that the beautiful golden orange tail was no more and was instead replaced by the tanned legs of a human. Realizing that this meant he was completely naked you looked away again. 

The mermaid laughed joyfully as he looked up at you. “Finally! Thank you so much!” 

You looked down at him with a scowl. “Thank you? You stole that kiss! I should just throw you b-”

“What on earth is going on up here?” Your father’s voice shouted as he reached the top of the stairs and turned only to see your predicament. You could only imagine what was going through his mind as he took in the sight of you, his daughter standing next to a naked man who was surrounded by fish. It was on odd situation but you were kind of glad it wasn’t what he would have seen before the kiss. Or how it weird it would have been if he walked in on you kissing a mermaid. 

“Uh, dad we seem to have caught a man in our fishing net.” You explained as naturally as you could, hoping you didn’t come off as odd or suspicious, even if this situation was just that. 

The naked man next to you piped up with a smile as he waved at your dad. “Hello, nice to meet you I’m Taehyung.” 

You watched as your dad’s grip on the bucket he was carrying slacked until it had slipped completely from his hands, falling ontot he deck and spilling its contents all over. He was shocked and speechless and you didn’t blame him. 

Who would have expected to catch a man in their fishing net? Or a mermaid? 

Tease

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!

gif is not mine.

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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.