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[rewritingtales]

location  ;  either  a  random  forest  or  his  farm

just  because  the  man  is  old,  does  not  mean  that  he's  without  his  wits.  the  second  that  he  hears  a  pair  of  footsteps  that  aren't  his  own  or  some  docile  creature's,  his  crossbow  is  immediately  in  his  hands  and  he's  aiming  it  out.  he  tries  to  go  for  where  he  heard  the  noise  originally,  but  even  he  has  to  admit  that  his  ears  aren't  the  same  anymore.  “if  you  think  you're  sneaking  up  on  an  easy  target,  you  thought  wrong.  i'm  old  not  weak.  now  come  out  where  i  can  see  you.”  vilem  has  every  right  to  be  on  high  alert  with  all  of  these  portals  opening  up.  his  grandson  is  already  a  werewolf.  he  doesn't  need  to  be  turned  into  a  vampire  or  something  himself.  once  he  sees  who  it  is,  maybe  then  he'll  relax. 

[onceuponers]

open to: anyone! location: a beach on the grounds of the tirulia royal palace @talednewsletter

Above all else, Ariel could be described as a free spirit. So uninhibited, so unafraid to live in the moment regardless of potential consequences...

Naturally, this meant Ariel loved to swim in the nude. And why wouldn't he? With such a gorgeous body, rippled with toned muscle and sun-kissed skin, catching Ariel in his natural environment would have been a sight for any lucky man to gaze upon him...

Such as the one Ariel just caught in the corner of his eye, watching. How long had this person been there?

"Oh, I am so sorry," Ariel chuckles, blushing through his effervescent facade. So carefree, in fact, that he nearly forgot all of him was on display for the other, leaving no ambiguity as to what laid beneath his clothes — or, sometimes, his fins.

Reaching for a towel that was not there, all he could do was cover his modesty with his hands. As free as he could be with his body, he didn't go out of his way to expose himself like this to a perfect stranger. What kind of prince would he have been in that case? Certainly not one his father would have been proud of it.

"I—" he begins, smiling sweetly. "I didn't know I was not alone. I would have brought my clothes down to the water if I did..."

[wulfdreaded]

location: the lush forest surrounding town/the castle

many  townsfolk  -  or  other  folk  would  surely  feel  grateful  for  the  invitation  to  rest  at  the  castle  during  festivities,  but  zeke  did  not.  their  beds  may  be  comfortable,  their  meat  may  taste  rich  &  savory,  but  the  walls  made  of  marble  &  stone  were  confining.  he'd  needed  out,  at  least  for  the  night.  with  the  sun  barely  setting,  zeke  was  just  exploring  the  nearby  forest  -  he  heard  the  stories,  so  to  claim  he  wasn't  curious  about  similarities  &  differences  to  his  own  forest  alike,  would  be  a  lie.  not  that  ezekiel  didn't  lie  sometimes.  he  did  whatever  he  wanted  to  ensure  his  own  success.  lie,  deceive,  take  what  it  was  he  desired. 

he  found  a  river  &  followed  it  for  a  little  while  before  flopping  down  on  top  of  a  rock  overseeing  the  little  clearing  nearby.  maybe  he  could  hunt  before  sleep.  that  would  surely  ease  his  nerves.  the little snack he came across not long ago, which was currently devoured, did only little to sate the beast inside. footsteps  pulled  his  eyes  from  the  clearing  though  &  back  towards  the  way  he'd  come.  "wouldn't  do  that  if  i  were  you."  came  his  voice  from  above,  low  &  raspy.  it  didn't  carry  far,  but  far  enough  to  reach  the  other,  no  less. 

[rampions-story]

Location: Corona Palace

Time: Early Morning

"I'm not hiding." Auri said softly before he looked out from behind the thick billowing curtains of satin that hide the nook he was sitting in from the rest of the room. "Ok I am hiding. I don't want to do prince things. I want to do run away prince things but I am stuck in the castle. All the guards are on alert and they locked my window." he said with a soft sigh as he took a swig from the bottle he had stolen to drown his boredom and sorrows. He wanted to be exploring portals and gallivanting about with Flynn or some of his new friends from other realms. Not having to learn diplomacy and etiquette. Things thankfully he did not have to learn when he was locked up all those years.

He was being sulky and petulant, he would be free the very next day if he simply did his work that day. "Stay with me. Please?"

[arealbxy]

( .: location: north pole :. )

"I know I'm not that tall," poor little Pinocchio whined, his (almost-too-)perfectly white teeth gnawing at what was left of a candy cane, "But earlier someone mistook me for one of the elves around here. And I'm not sure that was a compliment." Then the sharp crack of the candy breaking against his teeth echoed, which he didn't seem to even notice, "No offense to the elves, though." Then almost as soon as he said those last few words, the boy's brows furrowed and his eyes snapped close. Frustration all the more noticeable on his face as his perfectly fine nose suddenly grew an inch longer.

[timedandtaled]

North Pole // Crewel Devyl // Open

There was always a good time for fur, but some would argue there was not a better time for one that when out in the snow, a constant chill in the air even if the wind wasn't swirling as violently as he assumed it would in an environment like this. "Should have brought your own, darling," he pulled it tight against his broad shoulders as someone approached, "or go out and skin your own beast." Eyes remained staring into the distance. "You suppose there are monsters out in the wilderness, even in a place like this?"

[wickedtales]

In all honesty, relaxation was never really a priority for Elphaban. Working toward a goal, a mission had always been the light at the end of the tunnel. He wasn't quite sure if that was just the mantra his father drilled into him, or if he'd developed that on his own. Either way, as hard and passionately he worked to meet his goals, even he reached his limits. He needed a break.  He'd purposely waited in the treetops for the various soldiers to use and discard his favorite pocket of warm water in the hot springs. When the coast was clear, he shirked off his cloak and peeled off his shirt as he made his way toward the water. As much as he hated the publicity of it all, the silence as he sank into the water. At least by this point most ozians knew his 'allergy' to water was more propaganda than fact. That little twinks attempt at killing him put an end to that. He damn near moaned as he settled in, only to be interrupted by a rustle in the bushes just a few feet away. "You know I could set you on fire with just a whisper... right? Hiding from me won't do you any favors. I promise."

[holeexplored]

open [closed]: whomstever. traveling companions (if it makes sense for them to be travelling together), acquaintances, friends, strangers, etc. plot: stannislaw is tinkering with his prosthetic for whatever reason. could be he's on a job and needs to be in tip top shape. could be the job is already done, and he's making repairs. could just be doing it to pass the time. etc. location: wherever secluded tbh, no set realm either so go crazy.

tinkering with his metal hand, stannislaw couldn't help but notice he had eyes on him for at least the past fifteen minutes. he knew he wasn't in any danger so he didn't have to react immediately and had continued his work. adjusting hinges and joints with a screwdriver and making a mental note of the materials he needed to acquire for next time he needed to do maintenance once he found the time. it was a simple task of teleporting to the right locations to retrieve or buy them when he needed, if it was available of course.

still, more than a quarter of an hour was rather long time to have been under constant observation, especially since stannis had sequestered himself away to someplace secluded in the first place — making him slightly uncomfortable. "if you're going to lurk and stare..." letting the shadow know they'd been caught gawping, and wasn't doing a very good job of staying hidden if that had been their intention. "you might as well offer a hand."

[cantwaittobe-king]

Location: Pride Rock -> Wherever your character lives Open to anyone

Simba arose at the break of dawn. Today was a new day and with the world in the current state, that meant new worlds to explore. He was technically still king but his father was making a recovery. He was allowed a bit more free time to explore the other worlds since his father could at least handle things back int he pride.

There were plenty of portals around the savannah so the options were endless. He was giving the proper speeches about safety and caution but he wasn't a little cub anymore. This wasn't him running away to the elephant graveyard again. He was more well traveled than most other lions that he knew thanks to his time in the jungle. This would be a breeze.

After a morning of excited preparation, he picked out the portal that he was going to adventure today. According to Rafiki, he just needed to think of a place and go there. He didn't have anywhere in mind so he focused on finding a new friend before stepping in. A rush of sensations hit him as he was brought into a new world.

"Hi there!" He greeted the man he happened to be in front of. "Can you tell me where I am right now?"

[newsalvations]

location: a random river somewhere in the woods

It felt like Meg couldn't have one moment to himself, even when he was out in the middle of nowhere. Getting away from the bustling cityscapes, he figured it was time to travel to the next town who didn't quite know him... but of course, it'd never be that easy. Just as he settled by a riverbed to bathe, he was ambushed by some mercenary who was sent out to get him. With swiftness, Meg was able to kick the guy off him and push him into the moving water and down the stream.

He didn't notice right away that someone was watching him near by. "You wanna join your friend?" the scowl on his face visible as he started to collect his things.

[kingdomruined]

location: king stefan's castle gardens open to: all tbh (come meet my brooding bear)

heavy  feet  had  carried  the  prince  of  a  fallen  kingdom  to  the  portals  able  to  transport  each  &  every  person  to  a  different  world,  one  that  ...was  so  different  from  their  own  he  didn't  dare  thinking  about  the  consequences.  he  didn't  find  himself  invited  -  though  his  sins,  according  to  the  law  were  forgiven,  too.  villains  were  meant  to  find  their  way  back  home,  but  crinan...  could  not.  ever.  home  as  he  knew  it  was  no  more  &  whatever  he  did,  his  conscience  would  never  be  cleared,  because  there  was  nobody  to  do  it  with.

but  curiosity  &  the  need  for  a  chance  had  driven  him  to  take  on  this  journey,  attend  festivities  when  he  ...really  didn't  feel  like  celebrating  &  let  him  here,  to  the  gardens  of  a  palace  that  the  one  he  knew  could  never  keep  up  with.  maybe  he  could  find  peace  away  from  home.  there  had  simply  been  too  many  people  inside,  being  happy,  dancing  &  celebrating.  the  sight  made  him  sick  to  his  stomach.  it  churned  &  his  chest  ached,  so  he'd  found  himself  a  bench  to  rest  on,  even  if  just  shortly.  eyes  closed  &  hands  folded  in  his  lap,  he  assumed  he'd  look  almost  normal  to  a  stranger's  eyes.

the  long  scar  across  his  eyes  almost  hidden,  the  scars  littering  his  entire  body  ..  gone,  the  burn  marks  invisible,  but  it  wasn't  the  truth.  but  while  he  laid  down,  he  could  pretend,  right?  truth  be  told,  with  the  people  mingling  downstairs  &  having  fun  as  they  did,  he  didn't  expect  company,  which  made  a  voice  right  by  him  all  the  more  surprising.  eyes  fluttered  open  &  he  slowly  sat  up,

"hello."

[rewritingtales]

location:   the   ball   at   king   stefan's,   in   the   gardens

gothel   was   too   busy   looking   at   the   flowers   and   staring   at   himself   in   the   reflect   of   the   window   that   he   didn't   notice   someone   else   was   there.   then   he   heard   the   footsteps.   “oh,   hello   darling.”   he   slowly   turned   on   his   heels,   feigned   smile   with   centuries   of   practice   spread   across   his   face.   “are   you   having   fun   or   are   you   ready   to   jump   into   a   portal   already?”   meanwhile   he   was   wondering   if   stefan   &   his   spouse   were   the   type   to   steal   flowers   from   others.

[onceuponers]

open to: anyone! premise: maxime is making his grand re-introduction at stefan's gala and he wouldn't mind finding someone to take advantage of @talednewsletter

Maxime never really cared for parties. Too many people. Couldn't hear yourself think. And worst of all, parties held at his manor meant he was the one expected to do all the work. Just a ghastly endeavor for no really benefit.

But this one was different.

King Stefan —speaking of entities Maxime had no love for— decided it would be a lovely time to hold a gala for his dear, beloved son. He didn't even know the man that well, but if he were anything like the royalty Maxime existed with, then he disliked him, too.

The actually interesting part? This party would, essentially, be the first major event since the introduction of the portals connecting their realm to others. And you know what that meant? Plenty of new fish in the sea for Maxime to, well, fish.

But that's not all. This would also be Maxime's official 'coming out' party following his transition. No longer forced to live his life as a woman after making some shady deals in an outside realm, people from not just his own realm, but several others, would meet the real Maxime Tremaine for the first time. Lots was riding on his performance tonight.

Maxime strolled into the palace with ease, looking every bit the dapper, handsome older gentleman he now was. But he couldn't seem eager. He needed party-goers to come to him. Show their interest. So he waited... perhaps a bit longer than he would have liked... until finally, he saw someone approach him. He wondered if they recognized him from before, or if they were completely oblivious. Time would soon tell.

"Good evening," he says curtly, not turning to face them as he observed the party from the sidelines. "If there's ever been an event to prove that wealth doesn't equate to taste, it's this one... good to know that royalty is gauche in any realm they may pollute, I suppose. I hope we can agree on that."

[talesofwxnder]

who: open

where: wonderland

It was a beautiful day in wonderland and Jasper was never happier than when he was when he was lazing about in the sun. He stretched his front paws out in front of him as he rolled about on the forest floor. His purr echoing through the trees as he watched the various creatures of the forest scurry about. Wonderland had been getting quite a few visitors lately not that he could blame them it was the best realm after all.

His ears perked up as he heard someone walking down the path. Rolling onto his stomach he looked about before climbing up into a nearby tree. As they walked by him on the path he let out a loud meow before jumping down from the tree. His cat form quickly turning into his human form as he landed on the ground before them a grin on his lips. "Well hello there lovely. What brings you in the forest on this lovely day?"

[oceanhrted]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 :  open to anyone 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 :  hills of the north pole

               this was the first time moana had done anything remotely like this. he sat on the sled and he was hesitant of going down the hill. but watching others going, moana wanted to attempt it himself. so he took a deep breath and he leaned over the edge. " here we go. " he looked over the edge. he then kicked himself off and down he went. the feeling was so exhilarating, and new. it was how he felt when he got on a boat. and when he was below the hill he laughed, not even noticing the person that was close by. when he did notice him last second, he swerved off and ended up tipping over and landing into the snow a little too hard. but he only kept laughing. " they need to find breaks for this. "

[sosangthehollowx]

Open Starter

Where: Out in the streets near Tiana's restaurant

One of his very favorite places to visit was the lively town near Tiana's restaurant (which had really good food, honestly). Parin never really considered himself to have a home, but if he did, it would certainly be there. He loved the music, the colors, the atmosphere! It was everything he could have wanted. Plus, he could play his pipe and lute without the (potential) worry of annoying people. Not that Parin ever really cared about that, but he supposed that if given the option to annoy or not annoy people, he'd choose the latter.

Strolling through the cobblestoned streets, Parin strummed his lute, singing proudly and garnering himself a fun little crowd. It was exactly what he wanted. He walked around the crowd, dancing to the beat of his own lute, before he paused and held up a hand, "I believe I am in the need of an assistant for this next part of the song." The bard announced with a smile and walked around until he stopped before a man, holding his hand out towards them, "How about you? You look like someone who has musical talent." Parin grinned.