#trueher0

[keepmovinjunior]

me, while the world is the way it is: :(

ode and nini writing hercules and ariel together:

me: :)

[neverburied]

❛   do you want a thank you ? ❜ an amused smirk curves megara's lips as she looks over at @trueher0 , a pointed brow raising with her catty tone. her gaze averts to the new rip at her hip , a gentle tsk leaving rogued lips. ❛ you tore my dress this time , too. not exactly a smooth escape. you don't happen to know how to mend a dress , do ya , wonder-boy ?  ❜

[peculiarbeauty]

starter for : @trueher0

" oh dear .. " admittedly , she is trying to not smile too much over his clumsiness. she picks up a rather extravagant plate that he was using temporarily to shield himself from god knows what. perhaps a lady ? he is quite handsome after all ! " here is your hat back ! " she'd say , extending the item. " perhaps you can share where you received it from , c'est charmant. " she'd compliment.

[verreprincesse]

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Nemo being related to herc and Ariel I love it 🤣

[sunsdrop]

*  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. | accepting.

@trueher0 asked: ❛ you held this, and nothing happened to you? ❜

Delicate   brows   furrowed   and   her   head   canted   to   the   side.   Now   that   Hercules   had   asked   her   this   question   Rapunzel   had   the   sneaking   suspicion   it   wasn't   something   one   was   meant   to   touch.   Unfortunately   for   her...   she   was   a   naturally   curious   and   impulsive   girl.

"N-No   ...."   she   replied   cautiously,   worry   now   gracing   her   porcelain   visage.

"Nothing   happened   ,   um   ..   but   -   sorry   ...   I   should've   asked   before   touching   it"

It   had   just   looked   really   pretty   -   ....   though   now   she   was   wondering   if   her   actions   were   something   to   be   concerned   about?   Was   it   cursed??

".......W-What   is   it?"

[nerdynanny]

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"Woopie. More of my wonderful nephew."

[dragetunge]

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[❇]—;

"So uh....you're Ariel's cousin right?" He tried to track through when the mermaid told him about her family tree. There was a lot there. But seeing they were looking for her grandparents the two thought who else to ask then her cousin Hercules? He wasn't too great with new introductions but he seemed nice. And very tall. "I'm Hiccup a friend of hers from the north."

[keepmovinjunior]

There's just something about Wonderboy. Meg's sitting beside him beneath an apple tree, the flow of her dress flowering a relaxed, sideways form, a tiny smirk upon her lips. There's a curve of a single finger, resting upon her chin; it's a gentle, feigned intrigue beyond their circle; she knows he's watching her.

She's never felt like a statue but beneath his gaze. It's a curious way to feel. The day is sunny; the fields before them gleaming, almost as if Elysium itself lies beyond. (Meg would never see it, but she'll imagine this is as close as she'll be). She's a woman in a painting; a marble who can speak, and is not only listened to, but asked to do so. What a strange way it feels.

He's dealt with a lot, this boy. It's not exactly what she had expected upon meeting him; in fact, it's nothing like she's expected at all. Hercules is famous; rich, abundant in fortune, and options for women, too. From the little she knows about him so far, though, he's not the typical ... hero. He's deadly and unmatched, a master in his tasks, and yet he remains doe-eyed; lustless despite the burn of war. He's not asking to fight, but to learn; to understand. To befriend. To befriend her...?

He's got a coach, a flying horse, an abode ━━ but he's fallen; he's not so different. He's separated from it all. He's grown up alone too, in a way. Friendless and feeling alien; that's what he'd all but admitted. Meg's not unfamiliar with such an ache.

Hercules has done what people so often cannot achieve; he's surprised her.

❝ Ya know, I don't remember where I heard that one. Possibly Homer, yeah. ❞ It's not a bad guess. ❝ All roads lead back to Homer, don't they? ❞ She tilts her head with the rhetoric; meets his baby blue eyes with her own. He's a statue of a man, too, this one, but he's not slid into his carve; he's stumbled. That makes her chest warm a bit. Gods, what a face.

❝ Anyway, Wonderboy. Point is, you'll find someone. A pair of pectorals like you? Trust me. Ya got a line halfway down to Athens just back at your villa, ya know. ❞

“fall in love with someone who tastes like adventure but looks like the calm, beautiful morning after a terrible storm. heh. cheesy, right?” -- @keepmovinjunior

hercules didn't realize he was staring. he knew exactly what she meant, and not only that, herc felt it whenever she appeared. from the first moment he saw meg, he sensed the beginning of something. whether it was love at first sight, he couldn't tell. the certainty came when she dismissed his heroic efforts to rescue her. before that point, hercules had never considered anyone refusing help. he never thought that the only person he'd ever asked was phil. it was the sort of help that he would earn. hercules didn't want phil to do the work for him. with each drop of sweat and tears, the fallen son of zeus built his way up on his own terms. herc supposed he'd never met anyone like that until he encountered meg. a terrible storm sounded frightening. to herc, it reminded him of home and the strength gifted to him by his rightful guardian. it was a power he witnessed in her, too.

the hero jerked bodily out of his stupor, shaking his head clear of the fog. "what? no! it's not cheesy, at all. it's--" he gulped, eyes falling briefly before peaking back up at her. "it's nice. is it, uh, homer?" his eyebrows bunched together forming a sharp line between them. hercules tried to appear collected and modestly intrigued. he wondered could she hear his racing heart inside his chest beating like a drum.

[neverburied]

❛   i'm sure you'll be a pro at it. you're not wonder boy for nothin' , right ? ❜ meg sighs as she releases the hem of her dress &* arches a brow over at him. ❛ so , what's the plan ? we should find somewhere i can get undressed , unless you want to be sewin' so close to my hip. figure both scenarios might bring on a heart attack. you might be good at everything , but that crush'a yours could be the death of you.   ❜

graceful was something hercules was working on. while he was a powerful demigod, the athleticism of a seasoned hero still alluded him. "sorry," he replied when his eyes took in the snagged fabric. herc rubbed the back of his neck, buying time to think on how he could fix the blunder. "i can give it a shot. my mother taught me a simple stitch," he offered hopefully. he was always ripping his tunic when he was young, and his mother showed him out to mend it while she was busy with the other chores.

[peculiarbeauty]

she blinks once , twice , thrice . . . is this idle chatter ? she seems to miss the point of it , not quite understanding his adoring fans and why they are in hot pursuit. surely all of the women would accept such a gift from him without falter. why was she being the one picked now ? she wants more than a fancy plate. something much bigger , far more daring than looks.

" as kind as that is .. i'm not sure what i would do with it .. i-i mean to say , i've got .. many more of these items at home ! " a lie to let him down easily if he is pining for her. she is a master at letting men down easily at this point. though it certainly has not stopped some very persistent men back home. she clears her throat , smiling nervously. " thank you very much though. "

fans came with the territory of being a hero, he supposed. phil made it sound like it was all part of the game, kid. it was a step in some direction, but hercules trusted his coach, so it must be a good thing to have people rip at your hair and clothes in... gratitude? he wanted to be kind about the extra attention, but as soon as herc found an escape, he took it. running into a petite brunette, herc was momentarily worried until she offered him the item back. "thank you. it must have been a gift. uhm, would you like to have it?"

[sixba]

Simba nodded slowly picking up Scar's faint scent coming from the man's sandals and was tempted to growl back to appear 'threatening' but with the way this guy was acting? He seemed far more genuinely concerned based on his answer almost as if he was grieving too in a weird sense. How odd since Simba has never met this guy before in his life. Sure, Scar had been a recluse for the most part of his life as far as the cub knew due to his bad back, or at least that's what the cub assumed, though there were times that the older one emerged to do who knew what. But now? Now his uncle was nothing but a throw rug. A piece to be walked on for the remainder of time.

"Yeah..." Thankfully, the cub had his pride back home but others were grieving as well, especially Mufasa with the loss of his only brother. "I got my Mom and Dad but...it still hurts." Simba wasn't trying to make the human feel guilty it was just true feelings that he was currently expressing. "Uncle Scar didn't do a whole lot cause of his back but Dad's really missing him. Mom not so much though. Dad's been all quiet and just stares out at the kingdom sometimes. It feels weird going to see an empty cave too since I used to visit him a lot." Enough about that though. Questions needed answering. "Why'd you pick him? He...he...he didn't do anything to you...did he?"

@trueher0

@sixba said "You killed my Uncle…Why?" the cub asked looking up at the other with slightly lowered ears as he peered up at the human. "What'd he ever do to you?"

herc gained a lot of material wealth for his services, and not once had he stopped to think of the price that came with each item. studying the cub at his feet, his mind whisked to the lion rug lying in his quarters. "i... i'm sorry. i didn't know--" he would have a family, be missed... what could the hero say? it was a matter of his life or the black maned predator, but how could he rightly explain that to a young one in grief. "he was your uncle? do you have others who can take care of you?"