𝐆𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞!
An independent portrayal of Ursula from The Little Mermaid, penned by http://ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ/.
She casually drops some ingredients into it, magnificent patterns erupting out of it in forms of mist, rising higher towards the roof of the cave.
It's all coming together.
She casually drops some ingredients into it, magnificent patterns erupting out of it in forms of mist, rising higher towards the roof of the cave.
It's all coming together.
The sea witch finishes the last touches on her makeup and rubs her hands fiendishly together...
❝ Looks like it's almost time for Ursula to take matters into her own tentacles! ❞
The sea witch finishes the last touches on her makeup and rubs her hands fiendishly together...
❝ Looks like it's almost time for Ursula to take matters into her own tentacles! ❞
𝓛𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝓞𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 !
𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘 ! ...
𝓛𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝓞𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 !
𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘 ! ...
𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒚’𝒔 T͟e͟m͟p̲l͟a͟t͟e͟ !
𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒚’𝒔 T͟e͟m͟p̲l͟a͟t͟e͟ !
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Ursula’s lip curled, teeth clenched in mild disdain. She didn’t answer Ariel’s first question, nor even acknowledged it with an arrogant hiss or retort.
That probably would have -
" Was. . . magic forbidden back then too? "
Ursula’s lip curled, teeth clenched in mild disdain. She didn’t answer Ariel’s first question, nor even acknowledged it with an arrogant hiss or retort.
That probably would have -
Ursula curled her hand, and her tentacles mimicked the motion, desperate to capture that moment in time forever. But alas, like all beauty, it was fleeting.
She stirred the smoke with a tentacle, and weaved it into a blurred vision -
She'd blink a few times after looking into the visage. So sparkly and shiny.
" You lived in the palace? "
The steam seemed to spread like a blanket. Even just vaguely, she could see a small fragment of how even more lavish and shiny Atlantica was in it’s heyday.
“I lived in the palace alongside your father. Family privileges, you understand.”
Ursula curled her hand, and her tentacles mimicked the motion, desperate to capture that moment in time forever. But alas, like all beauty, it was fleeting.
She stirred the smoke with a tentacle, and weaved it into a blurred vision -
The sea witch snarked as the steam from the cauldron began to shift and take shape. Like the images in the clouds, they would manifest illusions; visions of the yesteryear into one clear picture.
“A long time ago, and this was far before you were -
The sea witch snarked as the steam from the cauldron began to shift and take shape. Like the images in the clouds, they would manifest illusions; visions of the yesteryear into one clear picture.
“A long time ago, and this was far before you were -
Ursula held up a dismissive hand, and already her attention was on the various bottles on the wall. Ingredients rarer than diamonds, and only a short handful were dumped into the center of her cauldron. They’d settle with a heavy hiss.
“Time to uphold my end of the deal.”
Ursula held up a dismissive hand, and already her attention was on the various bottles on the wall. Ingredients rarer than diamonds, and only a short handful were dumped into the center of her cauldron. They’d settle with a heavy hiss.
“Time to uphold my end of the deal.”
The sea witch utters underneath her breath. It’s not like she needs to know about that hag anyways. Black sheep of the family and all.
…What was her name again?
The sea witch utters underneath her breath. It’s not like she needs to know about that hag anyways. Black sheep of the family and all.
…What was her name again?
- New to the character.
- Will be based off of the first shows interpretation.
- He’s going to kick some serious ass.
- No lewd.
- New to the character.
- Will be based off of the first shows interpretation.
- He’s going to kick some serious ass.
- No lewd.
She laughed humorlessly. The very thought of it was absurd. Ursula seldom believed in things as idealistic as true love or endings wrapped in a neat little bow. And she especially didn’t believe in Triton.
Yet, the girl was not lying.
“Doesn’t sound like him. Stubborn as an hammerhead…”
She laughed humorlessly. The very thought of it was absurd. Ursula seldom believed in things as idealistic as true love or endings wrapped in a neat little bow. And she especially didn’t believe in Triton.
Yet, the girl was not lying.
“Doesn’t sound like him. Stubborn as an hammerhead…”
Her brows raised in extreme curiosity. She could only imagine it. A parade in her honor perhaps!
“Yes… Yes, I think I’ll remember that name…”
Her brows raised in extreme curiosity. She could only imagine it. A parade in her honor perhaps!
“Yes… Yes, I think I’ll remember that name…”
Ursula gestures to her lower half. Insult to injury, she didn’t even seem to need the full strength of her spell to get ‘what she wanted’.
She'd tilt her head. She didn't actually think she'd get anything out of her. But still, Ariel was curious.
Ursula waves her hands around, making a small ‘bzz’ noise with her mouth.
Ursula gestures to her lower half. Insult to injury, she didn’t even seem to need the full strength of her spell to get ‘what she wanted’.
A quick eye-roll. It was just the same as dropping a coin in a wishing well. Trying her luck one more time. The girl had grown smart. It’d be expected from her tribulations at her hands—… tentacles.
“I’ll tell you a short snippet then in exchange for the rundown -
A quick eye-roll. It was just the same as dropping a coin in a wishing well. Trying her luck one more time. The girl had grown smart. It’d be expected from her tribulations at her hands—… tentacles.
“I’ll tell you a short snippet then in exchange for the rundown -
Finally, she turns back to Ariel, face-to-face, seeing her through more than just a reflection. Her face was stern for a moment.
Then, back to a smirk she went.
-
That at least put her at ease. Though, she was still curious about Ursula's doings. . .
" What happened between you two, anyway? "
The sea witch explained, combing her hands through her hair, focused on her looks more than anything. Though it was clear anger was repressed under that calm expression.
“Old Triton has more power in his palm than I do in a hundred bottles.”
Finally, she turns back to Ariel, face-to-face, seeing her through more than just a reflection. Her face was stern for a moment.
Then, back to a smirk she went.
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it works for everything