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Welcome to 21 Days of Disney!

Happy New Year! For the next three weeks it's all Disney, all the time! And by Disney, I mean all the animated films done by Disney studios, including Brave. If you aren't sure if it's Disney enough, prompt anyway. We run on good faith, Youtube videos, and a distinct lack of research at this kink meme. On an unrelated note, we're revising the rules! Be sure to check them out! Biggest change, you can start filling prompts the second the party post opens.

Bonus info: there is an existing Disney Kink Meme, and it is excellent. We're doing this as a speed kink meme but Disney Kink will still be there in February. ;)


Admin Post

Schedule


Day 1 - January 3 - Prompts! You will have seven days to put as many prompts as you'd like on this post. You can start filling immediately. Our AO3 collection will be open for optional, anonymous cross-posting.
Day 8 - January 10 - Prompting ends! You can continue filling prompts with art or fic.
Day 21 - January 23 - Last day of the party! All fills must be posted by 11:59 PM North American Central Time.
Day 22 - January 24 - Reveal thyself! Or not. Repost to our now-unanon AO3 Community, post logged in here and slap your name on your porn, say hi to all your fellow partiers.

Cutoffs will be done by logged in comments from the mods after midnight, central time on the days noted here.


Rules (Revised!)


For the purposes of this fest, the prompts themselves are considered warnings. If you have issues with this policy, we recommend either not participating or using Dreamwidth blocker. 
MOST IMPORTANT RULE: Posting unanon before January 24 will be deleted. This doesn't mean you aren't welcome here! If you'd like the content of your comment back, contact us at the admin post.

Prompt Rules

  1. Subject lines should include the movie, characters and/or pairing you want. If you don't, we aren't going to do anything about it. The subject line thing is purely for the convenience of other people.
  2. Warnings aren't required. You can use them if you want.
  3. You don't have to write or draw in order to prompt. It's anon, and we don't care.
  4. Do not comment on other people's prompts to try and change pairings or characters. Post your own version with the characters you want instead.
  5. There are no subject bans. You can prompt anything you want.
Fill Rules
  1. No claiming prompts. Multiple fills are welcome.
  2. Minimum wordcount per fanfic fill is 100 words.
  3. All content is allowed and all warnings are optional, so long as it fills the prompt.
  4. If the artist requests it, the mods will repost art fills as embedded pictures in a reply to their comment. NSFW art will be labelled as such in the subject line by re-posting mods. Art involving underaged characters in porn situations will not be re-posted as an embed.
General Rules

This is a Choose Not to Warn fest. At no point will any comment be deleted for failure to warn of its content in the subject lines.
Attempts at policing other people's fun will be deleted.

Prompts posted after the end of the 7th day will be screened. They'll be unscreened after the 21st day.
Concerns are to be directed to the Admin post. If posted here, they will be deleted. Fills that have spectacularly failed to meet the prompt/been posted to the wrong spot will be screened. You can request a copy of your work at the Admin post.

The rules may change without warning in response to unforeseen circumstances, like us thinking of better ones.
From: (Anonymous)
Hi, I'd like to request some Disney lesbians. Crossovers are good: surely Elsa and Belle could meet cute and share an ice palace full of books! Villain/heroine is terrific; I'd love some (original flavor, not Angelina Jolie) Maleficent/Aurora, or maybe Ursula/Ariel. Ratings can go G and up as high as you like. The only pairing I don't want for this prompt is Elsa/Anna, which sadly hits my incest squick.
From: (Anonymous)
The sea was deep this far from land, and she had not even seen fish in it for more than a week. It had been three since Pocahontas had seen land.

The ocean was beautiful, Pocahontas didn't deny that, but it was monochromatic, blue on blue on grey on still more blue, and only the dead browns of the ship to break the endless blue--John's hair still shone like fresh corn in sunlight, but Pocahontas saw precious little of him since she'd set foot on the ship.

She saw a flash of brightness on the endless horizon, too quick to even know what colour had broken the endless blue. Pocahontas glanced back over her shoulder, to the man up the mast who watched for land. He was looking in the wrong direction, and she held her tongue, looking back to the waves.

She strained her eyes, watching the shimming blue waters for that flash of colour, hoping it would reappear. A splash caught her attention, and she saw a shock of red beneath the waves, twisting and twining like spilled blood. Pocahontas leaned out over the bulwark, searching for a source.

A man yelled from behind her, and she ignored it, for they were always yelling--

The breath was knocked from her lungs, and she tumbled overboard, sinking into the sea like a dropped stone. The clothes of John's people tangled around her limbs like a net around a fish and Pocahontas choked on bitter water, her own hair obscuring her vision to the point where she could see nothing but threads of black against endless, haunting blue.

***

Salt water poured from her mouth, nose and eyes. A hand thumped her back enthusiastically, and she broke into a wet coughing fit, hands curling into the sand beneath her. They'd brought her to land? There had been no land in sight.

"You live!" a girl cried out beside her, sounding absolutely delighted. "The sand made you live!"

Pocahontas turned her head, and couldn't see a thing through the soaking wet sheet of her hair. She was on land. The sand did not rock beneath her as a boat would, and the lack felt as wrong as the boat had when she'd stepped on it for the first time. And there was a girl by her, speaking the language of John's people. There were no women at all on the ship, except for her.

It seemed likely that she was no longer on board the ship. Pocahontas gave another wretched cough, water coming up with it and asked, "Where am I?"

"Oh! You--oh no!"

Pocahontas heard something slithering away and then a distant splash, and then nothing but the waves and the wind. "Well fuck," Pocahontas muttered, borrowing words from John, and spitting yet more sea water onto the sand. She tugged her hair back behind her ear, and surveyed her mysterious safe-haven. Sand as white as snow made a beach, and yellow-green grasses crawled up to a forest of trees that looked nothing like any she'd seen before. England? Pocahontas wondered, staggering to her feet. Could the waves have brought her so far?

Or the girl--Pocahontas looked across the deserted beach. Tracks like nothing she had ever seen before led straight from her side to the ocean. Long fingered hand-prints to either side of a thick, curved hollow, like that from the body of a snake...Pocahontas pressed her hand next to the print in the sand, and found hers to be larger. "What made this?" she asked the wind, and got no answer.

A thread finer than any she had ever seen was tangled around her fingers, red as blood.

"Come back!" she called out to the sea, wondering if it was spirit or beast that had saved her--or if the women of England were excellent swimmers. Perhaps they didn't go on boats because they preferred to swim.

A bright spot of red rose from the water, and hidden under it was a face as pale as John's. It waited, not moving as the waves pulled past it.

Pocahontas brushed her hand across her mouth, sand raining down, and yelled, "Thank you!"

The girl-spirit fluttered excitedly under the waves, a hint of pale green joining the white face and red hair.

The water was not deep, Pocahontas didn't think. And when she wasn't logged down by the weight of skirts and petticoats, Pocahontas was a good swimmer. She loosened the laces of the corset, and the waterlogged and sand-crusted thing fell off of her. The rest of the dress and skirts were more difficult, and Pocahontas was sweating by the time she had rid herself of them.

She walked into the waves, and still the face in the bay didn't move. It's eyes were as blue as the brightest skies, as blue as John's. Bluer than the sea by far.

The water washed the sand from her skin, cooled her from the heat of the sun. Her skin tightened, goosebumps rising along her arms and neck. The waves brought the water up to her thighs, curls of foam flecking her skin, and the face in the water disappeared, gone in a flash of red.

Pocahontas frowned, more disappointed than she'd expected. There had been something about the girl's voice...something almost magical. She waded deeper, unwilling to give up on her curiosity just yet, and caught of glimpse of the lovely red sliding through the water like a knife.

She braced herself, but was still sent flying back into the soft sand of a departing wave.

"You mustn't!" the girl cried out. "You cannot swim, you'll drown!"

Not in waist-high water she wouldn't. Pocahontas tossed her hair over her shoulder to clear her field of vision and froze, her eyes widening. "You are--"
From: (Anonymous)
"You aren't supposed to see me--" the Spirit told her, and it sounded very young. "Papa will be so mad!" Her tail slapped the water nervously, and the Spirit coiled, clearly preparing to return to the water.

Pocahontas caught the spirit's hand in her own. "Please don't go!" The spirit was a girl--younger than Pocahontas, but not by much. Her face was strange like John's, with deep-set blue eyes and hair as redder than fallen maple leaves. Pocahontas had never seen such a red, brighter even than blood, but it was not that that left Pocahontas stunned. No, that would be the scaled tail that ended in a fish's fins that took the place of the girl's legs.

The girl's wrist trembled in her hand, but the spirit did not struggle. Her huge blue eyes looked up to Pocahontas, eager and afraid. "Are you a human?" the spirit asked, and her voice was like--like a girl's, but different somehow.

"Yes, of course--" Pocahontas fumbled, not expecting a spirit that didn't know. "What are you? Who are you?"

The spirit's fingers gripped her wrist, and she replied, "I'm Ariel!"

"Ariel? I am Pocahontas." She floundered, not wanting to let go of the spirit, but unable to think of a reason not to. "I--thank you for saving my life?"

"Humans cannot swim, so I swam for you," Ariel said, sweetly earnest. "I brought you to land!"

"Thank you, though I can swim--what land is this? Is it England?" Pocahontas asked, remembering her earlier uncertainty. "It's like no place I have ever seen before."

Ariel gave the horizon behind Pocahontas an uncertain look. "It is land. I don't know if it's Eng."

Fair enough. "Will you stay and talk with me?" Pocahontas asked, loosening her grip. Ariel's did not waver any more than her eyes did. "Can you come on land at all?"

"I'm not supposed to..." Ariel said, longing colouring her voice.

"Please?"

"Okay!" Ariel's beaming smile made Pocahontas' knees weak. "I've always wanted to meet a human!" She squirmed up the shore, settling at the darkened edge of sand where the waves ended with her tail coiled up under her like a sleeping snake.

Pocahontas sat on the dry sand of land, her toes close enough to be licked by the tallest waves. "I--"

Ariel reached out and took her foot in her hands, lifting it and examining Pocahontas' toes. "What do you call these?" Ariel asked, tugging Pocahontas closer, and sliding her fingers between the gaps between Pocahontas' toes

"Toes," she answered, caught up in her own curiosity. "You--can you breath the water? And the air as well?"

"Oh yes, of course!" Ariel said, nodding rapidly. "Your toes, when you move on them, what do you call that? I have seen humans moving, and it is so different from swimming when you move on land."

"Walking?" Pocahontas guessed, "Or running, if they are moving faster. And the toes are only the bits like fingers, the rest is my foot. Are there many more of you in the sea? I've never even heard of anything like you."

"Er--I am not supposed to say," Ariel answered, her hands sliding up Pocahontas' legs, along her ankles and up to her knees. "Are these still feet? How can you make do with so few bones in here? They hardly bend at all!"

"No, those are my legs." Pocahontas caught herself grinning, filled with an excitement of discovery that she'd been seeking for as long as she could remember. "What do you call yourself? If I am human, then you are?"

"Mermaid!"
From: (Anonymous)
Not OP, but omg I love this!!!!

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