Tale By Tale

Prince Adam Mataraci | The Beast from Beauty & The Beast | Can Yaman

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Hades | Hades from Hercules | Ben Barnes

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Kovu | Kovu from Lion King 2 | Michael B. Jordan

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Luis Madrigal | Luisa Madrigal from Encanto | Ryan Guzman

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Maui | Maui from Moana | Jason Momoa

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Prince Naveen Etienam | Naveen from The Princess & The Frog | Rome Flynn

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Robert Fitztooth | Robin Hood from Robin Hood | Richard Madden

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Shere Khan | Shere Khan from The Jungle Book | Clayton Cardenas

ryan guzman, pansexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that luis madrigal? i hear that they're luisa madrigal from encanto, i hear they’re 31. they seem to be kind & hardworking, but also self critical & insecure. their aesthetics include the joy of helping people out, board shoulders, thick muscles and calloused hands from years of working out and manual labor, and the ever-growing fear of disappointing friends and family

There weren't many hobbies that Hades had given himself, apart from planning to take over Mt. Olympus from his brothers but that was neither here nor there, but one such hobby was keeping track of powerful sorcerers in the world. While he certainly had an affinity for those that dabbled in the darker magics, he did still often keep tabs on those that were powerful in other forms of magick, and one such person was the one that dubbed themselves the Snow King. He may have been more attuned with fire himself, but even he could tell that there was power radiating from him.

And for his greater plans, he needed powerful allies.

"You know, I've heard a great many things about you, Snow King... but I think people failed to mention how... attractive you are. Let me guess, you use your boyish appearance to throw people off, hmm?"

Where was he now? Truthfully, Khan didn't know. It wasn't his realm, that was all he was aware of, but it wasn't as bad as some of the other realms he had visited since the portals had been open. For one, it wasn't freezing cold like the North Pole had been - a vast difference to what he grew up with in the jungle of India - and two? It had a decent forest that he could roam in, to stretch his legs and run around with the breeze against his fur.

Sitting in his office in his headquarters, the weretiger was looking through his files when he heard an all too familiar knock. Making sure to lock his computer, he leaned back against his chair and turned to look towards the door, kicking his feet up on his desk. "Go ahead and enter, Kaa." Once the words were spoken, and the other had entered his office, he looked at him with an eyebrow quirking upwards and an almost expectant look upon his face.

When the weretiger had heard that the other had shown his face around, Khan knew... He had to do something about it. He had to make sure that his inner circle, those that were part of his crime syndicate that were weres, knew very well that one didn't just cross Khan and get away with it - and Bagheera had certainly done so. Leaving the organization so he could take care of the man cub had angered Khan, profusely, but he didn't waste any of his resources hunting the man down because he knew... one day, he'd return.

And then he would get his revenge.

"Bagheera, my old friend..." Khan spoke, his amber eyes gleaming with something sinister as he approached the other were-creature, moving to place a hand upon his shoulder. "Why now of all times did you show up, hmm? Especially here, now?" With the portals having been opened, their reunion could have potentially been elsewhere but... as it stands, it isn't. "You know I have to make an example of you, boy. You know no one crosses me without paying the price."

Open to: Anyone

With one eye closed and an arrow nocked on his bow, the famed thief of Nottingham focused on the target that was the furthest away from where he stood, wanting to both show off his feats as well as keep his aim sharp. Slowly breathing, he made sure that the lined up the shot as perfectly as could, imagining it as a bag of coins hanging on the belt of some aristocrat and his arrow cutting the bag to let the coins fall, and as the wind shifted, he paused as the breeze carried someone's scent towards him, their boots crunching on the dry grass beneath it.

"You know," Robin spoke as he turned to look over his shoulder at the person approaching, "it isn't wise to walk up on someone with a weapon in their hand." As he spoke, and with his eyes focused on the other, he released his hold on the arrow and allowed it to fly where the arrowhead pierced the wood on the target - right in the middle of the bullseye. "But lucky for you, I happen to never miss my target."