Not cool, bro., gaston & vanessa/ursula ;; canon.

.private {background:#3d1934; font-family:courier new; color:#3d1934; padding:4px; font-size:11px; } .private:hover {background:#3d1934; font-family:courier new; color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; padding:4px;}Break your little heartI'm walking, who's laughing now? I'm wasted, wasting time. You talk for hours, but you're wasting lines. A pretty face, but the chase ain't worth the price. I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall. Laughing all the way to the hospital, cause there's nothing surgery can't do. When I break your little heart in two.It was closing time, and somehow he’d gotten dared into closing up the Little Mermaid inspired ride. Whatever, he was getting their hours, if his friend wanted to go and hook up with his girlfriend after park hours in the park - he wasn’t going to stop them. Really, who was Gaston to deny anyone a good lay. Except for that little shit Wilbur. It was a girl who was probably fourteen but - still! A lay was a lay especially if it was a pretty girl. God he’d wished he’d kept pressing for it. Sure she had given up on him and fallen for that dashing young lad who was closer to her age...But since when did no mean no to Gaston?Ugh that little shit. He had game that was for sure. And for that he couldn’t hold it against the kid.So there he was spinning his flashlight around, casting shadows against the detailed architecture around the proscenium arch of the stage. It was utterly ridiculous how much money the mouse put into the ride work. This literally was one of the most detailed stages he’d seen.And it wasn’t even live action. It was all animatronics and video.A low whistle escaped his lips as he hopped up on the stage and flashed the lighting instrument around. “Seems clear to me...” He smirked, ready to get out of this place. It was dark and spooky, and to give Gaston the creeps something seriously had to be up. Out of the corner of his eye, from the backstage area, Gaston saw a flicker of movement. From the shadow cast along the wall he could have sworn it was a tentacle. There was a giant octopus they used in the show right? But that was all run on electricity and that was all shut off for the night.What if it was Sam that bastard didn’t want to hook up with his girlfriend he just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. “Alright Sam, the jig is up brah, quit dickin’ around. I know it’s you brah. Get you’re ass out of here so I can go get wasted. Sam?!” This wasn’t funny at all. God that ass was such a prick. And he thought he was the biggest douche on campus. It took a lot to give him the heebie-jeebies...not that he would admit he had them...But he did....And this place was giving them to him.He wanted out. Now.TAG: miki : ursula/vanessa WORDS: 429 NOTES: heebie jeebies...noregrets. justlove.

reasons i'll never knowThe phenomenon had started occuring a little after the park's first opening. For her, of course, it had started in the ninties, and had been sporadic ever since. Some nights, she was stuck, trapped like a helpless codfish, just like all the poor and athetic souls she used to keep prisoner in her "garden". Other nights, nights like tonight, the sea witch was free to slither about the parks, plot her take-over, find her likeminded peers.Then again, then you had the lower half of an octopus, you had a hard time finding peers. But likeminded souls, perhaps. Tortured souls, constantly undermined by those writhing, young, fair little things whose fasces were plastered up in every store ffront on this wretched property. Her own stage, the stage the witxh found herself on tonight, wasn't even under her own name. The Voyage of The Little Mermaid.Could Ursula have one thing to herself without that little redhaired brat stealing away the limelight? She had the crown, and the man, and the legs, and her tail, and her family, and what did Ursula have? Eight, inky tentacles and a few cases of fresh lipstick.There was always a lot of mist when she awoke. She liked it that way, it helped her feel at home, like she was still in the water. Something she'd never figured out in all these years was how she could still move about so effortlessly across the pavement and streets, when they were rought and textured, and dry.Only tonight, through the mist, the witch's eyes found a figure, moving toward her stage. A poor, stranded soul? And he was male, and sounded handsome, too. The mist started to clear out, and Ursula pulled herself taller, starting to inch slowly out onto center stage to meet whomever had interrupted her reverie. He was certainly handsome... With a classic, old-fashioned charm. Beyond her time, even. Or maybe... No, from the nametag, the sea witch could see he was another one of those damned Cast Members, employees of the dastardly park that had trapped and enslaved her for years of tryig work. To be prodded, and teased, and boo-ed at! Ursula had been portrayed a villain for too long, and at the hands of whom? Him.But, as she raised her hands to start into a spell, something to curse him and strike him down where he stood... She noticedsoemthing. Like a scent on the air, or a familiar pair of shoes, Ursula noticed that they shared something in common.In fact, with his jaw line, and arrogant boasting... The way his voice formed certain words, Ursula could have sworn that was the voice of Gaston, that hunter from another twisted Disney tale, another man turned into a villain, and another pretty "princess" she'd seen waltzing on the windows. "Sweetcheeks!" the dreugh started, the mist dissapating through the theatre. He wasn't her Gaston, and he wasn't like she was, but he was... Familiar."ooh, you are a handsome little thing, aren't you? Such toned features, oh, my, my, my... What I haven't cooked up to turn a few merfolk into the arms of someone just like you... Pity, though. You've got them... Legs." she went on, a finger poised on the curve of her upper lip, a tentacle reaching up to trace his jawline. As he gaze found the two appendages he balanced on, her lips curled into a sneer and her voice cracked, like one's would as they said the name of their worst enemy. Legs. All the trouble they'd gotten her!Shaking off the bad memories, she rolled her shoulders back again and smiled wide at the man before her, drawling out, "'Member me?" If he was familiar to her, maybe it worked both ways.SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT WORDS | WOW LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT'D BE, WHOO-HOO! | LIZZIE/GASTONMICHAELA @ ETW MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

.private {background:#3d1934; font-family:courier new; color:#3d1934; padding:4px; font-size:11px; } .private:hover {background:#3d1934; font-family:courier new; color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; padding:4px;}Break your little heartI'm walking, who's laughing now? I'm wasted, wasting time. You talk for hours, but you're wasting lines. A pretty face, but the chase ain't worth the price. I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall. Laughing all the way to the hospital, cause there's nothing surgery can't do. When I break your little heart in two.Oh, okay that wasn’t normal. “Sam, since when do you know how to work the animatronic fog and shit?! You damn show off, get down here and let’s go get some beers, I’m thirsty.” His voice had it’s ever strong normality - but it’s undertone was shaky and uncertain. He’d never been more freaked out in the parks after dark. And he’d seen some pretty weird shit. He’d covered a shift in the Animal Kingdom for a friend once...and he could have sworn he’d seen a lumbering bear that looked a lot like that animal from The Jungle Book and he had even been humming...a HUMMING bear...no that just didn’t exist. But you kno wwhat else didn’t exist? An animatron running on it’s own. No. This was a much more fluid motion. It looked like a real fucking octopus! How the hell - this wasn’t sam. No. He was crazy. Going insane. Too many screaming kids and singing munchkins today...that had to be it. He just needed to get drunk and pass out...He didn’t work tomorrow after all and Gaston wasn’t about to waste his night staying sober. “Holy shit...” He breathed, closing his eyes and shaking his brown locks out into a disheveled floppy mess. And now it was calling him ‘sweetcheeks’ Oh no he didn’t play that. His eyes clenched shut even tighter as he shook himself to rid vision of the devilish octopod slipping towards him. “ “So, I’ve been told...” He muttered as she spoke of his looks, he knew he was damn attractive and it was only right that everyone notice them. Wait - he was talking to an animatron...what the fuck was his problem. WAKE UP GASTON! You’re fuckin’ trippin’ out brah! “AW SICK!” He nearly shouted as he felt the sticky pulling cups of suction attatched to the bottom of her tentecle. “Bro, bro, bro! Don’t touch me with that! I don’t know where those shits have been!” Gaston’s legs began to stumble backwards away from her....it... “Yeah yeah..my legs they’re great...” Those that she spoke of still moved away from the octobeing with shaky ease. He was unable to comprehend that the inanimate object was indeed animate. And still talking to him...and he was talking to it...and it was still there. It was only then that Gaston realized that his eyes were now open and that he was looking on the real Ursula...the sea witch from The Little Mermaid He wouldn’t lie, he’d watched that movie several times, and he’d always wished that that Vanessa chick had married the Prince, she deserved him anyways. Though Ariel did have a bonus - she didn’t talk. And a bitch that didn’t talk was truly a god send. “Yeah I remember you...from like...when I was a kid and you were on my TV...or in a VHS box...What the hell are you doing here now...and I have to be on something right now - because there is no way you’re real. Things don’t...this park...you’re a robot - you can’t be real...So unless you can explain this to me...or make yourself easier to look at I’m out...” 
He was unsure of how much more of this he could take. This was just fucking weird and there was only so much Disney he could take in one day and this was pushing his limits of his sanity.TAG: miki : ursula/vanessa WORDS: 650 NOTES: i seriously can't with this. i'm cracking up.

reasons i'll never knowWithdrawing from the man, Ursula scoffed, touching her fingers lightly to her collar. ”Tsk, tsk, tsk! Now, sweetheart, we don’t need to go running off, getting such a temper, do we? Of course not.” He was horridly rude, but he had a pretty face, and Ursula knew all too well that a pretty face got you everywhere you needed to be. He was here, after all other humans were supposed to be gone, wasn’t he?And he was so familiar. Something behind the eyes. A familiar spirit, a kindred spirit. She could tell. She was the Sea Witch after all! It was Ursula’s job to know these things. And she knew this man could get her what she needed, help her with her plan.Laughing wickedly, the villain began to circle her prey, leaning in close and twisting around just as she was known for in her film. Her hair tickling the man’s neck, she hissed, ”Ah, yes, honey, but you can hear me, can’t you? And you can see me, dear, and feel my touch. And so I must be real, aren’t I? Oh, sweetcheeks, there’s so much you don’t know about. So much you just… Can’t understand. But I could teach you, dollface. I could teach you everything.” She traced his jawline with her finger (such a strong jawline he had, really. Where had she seen such a jaw before?) and gave one more sinister cackle. Wrapping a tentacle around him, holding him tightly and close to her, Ursula breathed softly, trying to appeal to whatever familiarity she kept seeing behind his eyes, ”Are you up for a little fun and games, doll?”TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT WORDS | MUCH SHORTER, BUT OVER OUR MINIMUM AND HEY, ITS A NEW POST | LIZZIE/GASTONMICHAELA @ ETW MADE THIS TEMPLATE.

.private {background:#3d1934; font-family:courier new; color:#3d1934; padding:4px; font-size:11px; } .private:hover {background:#3d1934; font-family:courier new; color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; padding:4px;}Break your little heartI'm walking, who's laughing now? I'm wasted, wasting time. You talk for hours, but you're wasting lines. A pretty face, but the chase ain't worth the price. I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall. Laughing all the way to the hospital, cause there's nothing surgery can't do. When I break your little heart in two.This was almost too weird for his taste, and he’d seen some weird shit back in the frat house. “I’m not getting a temper, I’m arguing with a giant...squidapus....This is like one of those bad monster movies they make on SyFy. You know - no you probably don’t actually...but Croctopus verses Megagator? You’re the Croctopus.” This woman - squid thing was crazy. No he was crazy for seeing the squid woman. Ugh...she was just so...squidy and gross. And he’d seen a lot of gross women in his day. Gaston stiffened his body as her hair brushed against his neck. This was going far beyond his personal boundaries and he wasn’t sure how much he could take before he bolted out of there. In a completely manly way of course there was no way that he would run screaming like some little chick. No. Not him. “I don’t know I’ve seen some pretty weird shit that I thought was real but after a good nights rest and some heavy pain killers in the morning I was positive that it was just a hallucination.” Though something caught his attention. What was she offering him? ” Teach me? Teach me what? What is everything?” He mused before jumping to the side ”Woah...woah! Lady! Woah! Ms. Squidoo...let’s get one thing straight if you aren’t going to leave me alone then I’ll listen to what you have to say but do not touch me with those things. That’s just. No. Bro. No.”TAG: miki : ursula/vanessa WORDS: 650 NOTES: i seriously can't with this. i'm cracking up.

reasons i'll never know”I’m the Sea Witch, angelfish, and don’t you think another word of it!” Ursula snaps, raising a hand up. Whether she was going to slap the man, or try and cast a spell, she didn’t know. Neither came to pass; she didn’t seem to have much power here in the real world, and he still looked far too familiar to hit across the face. And such a lovely face, too.She laughs at his defense; ”I don’t know, I’ve seen some pretty weird shit that I thought was real, but after a good night’s rest and some heavy pain killers in the morning, I was positive that it was just a hallucination.” Such a gullible dear, then, wasn’t he? ”I assure you, coral-pie…” Ursula purred, twisting a finger around one of the man’s dark curls, ”I ain’t no hallucination. I, dear, am the real deal.”Finally, she realized it. She knew this man. Or rather, she knew who this man reminded her of. Another arrogant, gullible, beer-guzzling, cleft-chinned brute of a man… With a gasp of air, and a large, excited smile, Ursula took the man’s face in her hands and exclaimed, ”Gaston!””Them villains had to stick together! A beast that stole him dame… A brat that stole her glory… They had much to get back. A lot of revenge to wreak. And a whole park to pull it on. ”Teach you how to help me help you, angelfish. Help you get whatever you want… So long as you give me a little something in return. Nothing too big, or fancy… I just want… Aha, well. First, I’d like to be reunited with some dear old friends of mine.”TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE WORDS | I'D APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING FOREVER BUT YOUR COMPUTERS IN THE SHOP. MOOT. | LIZZIE/GASTONMICHAELA @ ETW MADE THIS TEMPLATE.