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Eric is the “Percy Jackson” of his universe. Change my mind
i love prince eric. from the little mermaid. he’s hilarious. because he seems like one of the most mild-mannered and unassuming princes in the disney canon, but he is also one of the few to actively kill the bad guy. most disney villains die by consequence of the final battle but are not directly killed by the hero/heroine. most of them fall to their deaths or cause their own demise, and sometimes the hero is indirectly responsible because they’ll launch them into that direction or something, but they still don’t bring knife to heart directly.
but then a couple do. and prince eric is my fave out of those few because up until the final act, he is the most chill motherfucker u ever seen. like he is quick to spring to action during the storm scene n stuff, but otherwise? he’s really quiet n sensitive and runs along the beach playing the flute for his big shaggy dog n he smiles like a lil nerd and gets all cute around ariel and he’s so sweet n everything.
AND THEN IN THE FINAL BATTLE THAT MOTHERFUCKER STRAIGHT UP DRIVES A SHIP THROUGH URSULA LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!! NO WONDER NO ONE IS TRYIN TO LAY SIEGE TO HIS KINGDOM!! ALL THE NEIGHBOURS ARE LIKE “HOLY SHIT DON’T GO THERE! PRINCE ERIC IS A BEAST! HE’LL STRAIGHT UP DRIVE A BOAT THROUGH YOUR BITCH!”
i love him
June of Doom: Day 1 "You don't want to do that" -locked door
Each step echoed against the cool cobble concrete walls of the dungeon. Kyrie clutched her necklace tighter the deeper she went, walking past empty cells on both sides.
It was chaos less than a day ago. Nero had gifted Kyrie the necklace after her performance for the ceremony then his arm flashed blue and a man in red fell from the ceiling. Said man killed Pope Sanctus and some of the guards only to be halted by Nero's intervention. The man in Red escaped while Nero… was detained.
Why, she wondered as she turned into a darker hallway.
Nero committed no crime save for some property damage which, given the already dire situation, was of little matter. It was not Credo that ordered for Nero's arrest but his colleague: Agnus.
What was that blue flash, she thought, Why did the man in Red look so much like Nero?
Kyrie demanded that Credo tell her where Nero was held and what crime he commited for such treatment. Her usually stern and eloquent brother stuttered while answering as if he was also shocked. The dungeons at Fortuna Castle, he said, Agnus said that no visitors are allowed.
Like that would stop me, Kyrie thought bitterly. Nero was really rubbing off on her.
She heard the rattle of chains at the furthest cell in the dimly lit hallway. Picking up her pace she walked towards the cell and peered inside only to see Nero, blindfolded, shackled, and collared to the floor of what it seems to be a pentagram glowing an amber colour. When she called his name, Nero perked up his head to the direction of where she was standing outside his locked cell.
"Kyr-" he started, only for him to suddenly jolt and convulse on the floor, opening his mouth as if to scream but with no sound coming out.
"You don't want to do that," came a distant voice. Kyrie turned her head to see Sanctus, alive and well. She held in her shock as he strolled up beside her, watching Nero wither in pain for the following minute. To Kyrie, it felt like hours.
"Young Nero is unwell, " Sanctus explained as he watched Nero take in his breaths, "his fight against Dante cursed him to have that arm. "
Krie knew that was a lie. Nero's arm had been in a cast for the past weeks. Dante is a recent development. With a poker face, she asked, "Then why the chains and collar? Nero is no dog or criminal, he's a human."
Sanctus turned to her and smiled. Something that she once knew to be warm felt cold and evil. "Nero is possessed by Dante's demonic minions. All those… accessories are merely for Nero and our safety."
Lies.
"Agnus will cure him soon." She needed to get Nero out of there.
"For Nero's health, " he turned and started walking down the hallway, gesturing for Kyrie to follow, "let us go upstairs and pray to the Saviour."
She glanced at Nero, all chained and sweaty, and silently promised to come back for him after figuring out a plan quickly following after the old man. She heard the chains shake but if Nero said something, she was too far away to hear it.
She saw, however, a flash of Red quickly pass one of the dungeon windows.
Random Turtle Thoughts...
It caught him totally off guard. It really did. He never thought that once in his life he would be taken by surprise this way. Especially with all the peculiarities his life held - everything from aliens trying to conquer the world, to new mutants emerging seemingly out of the bricks that made up the city, to his very own existence. Nothing should astonish him at this point.
Yet here he was.
He'd read about this moment in numerous books. Seen dozens of actors and actresses feigning it in countless movies. Come to think of it as something that was possible - for why else would it constantly be portrayed virtually the same way over and over again across different medias spanning the ages - if there weren't some kernel of truth to it?
So, sure... He could accept that it was real. But surely - neither he nor any of his brothers would witness it in their lifetimes. Much less experience it firsthand.
That moment. So rare and enchanting.
But here it was. Happening before his eyes. In the last place anyone would think it ever could. Down beneath the real world, in a makeshift home, atop a beaten, reclaimed chair and discarded cushions rescued from dumpsters during a routine and unextraordinary movie night. Down so far from the light of the sun. The breath of fresh air.
It was quiet. Soft and beautiful. Looking nothing like he'd imagined it would. It wasn't loud or filled with fireworks or jubilant music. It didn't charge the air with static. Or shake the room with profoundness.
It didn't need any attention. It was happening. This moment. Whether anyone was watching or not.
It only needed the two of them. And there they were, fully committed to it.
Raph, in the worn chair in the corner of the common room. She, nestled between his legs with several pillows piled beneath to prop her up off the floor. One of her arms draped affectionately over his knee with his wrapped protectively around her.
He was curled down over her as she stretched up to him. Seeking to be as close together as they could. Faces barely a breath apart. Gone, every ounce of insecurity or dull irritation that normally adorned Raph's expression. His eyes wide and bright as they held her's captive. Her own expression nearly glowing, eyes twinkling, as the two seemed to whisper simultaneously to one another. Ears drinking in every syllable hushed. Breathy giggles slipping free every few seconds.
One of her hands laced firmly within his as the digits of the other two hands stroked and kneaded touches past each other. Their smiles beaming from the belonging, the comfort, the happiness radiating from within. Completely in-tune with each other. Oblivious to everything else. Immersed within a tiny world of their own making.
Leo blinked and quickly looked away, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the moment. But a quick glance at his two youngest siblings confirmed, they were totally unaware of the enormity of the moment happening mere feet from them.
Mikey, slumped sideways in his chair, idly munching on snacks between reciting movie lines he now knew by heart. Donnie nodding off, his eyes heavy beneath the lens of his glasses on the other end of the couch.
They were oblivious.
So Leo took a deep gulp. And dared to steal another look. Confirm he was truly seeing what he thought was happening.
A sense of awe overtook him. As he realized it really was real. Nearly brought tears by what he saw. Not just for the happiness for Raph. For her. But also for the fact that if this moment could happen for one of them, then there was the chance it could for all of them.
The tiny flame he nearly allowed to die out, gently stroked back to life each second he watched on.
But it was an intimate affair. So, he only allowed his gaze to hang on it a few seconds more. This moment.
When two souls mated. And became one.
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