[Independent roleplay sideblog of several Disney characters set primiraly in Dreamlight Valley (but willing to do cannon rp). Private. Loved by Jo.] Icon by @merveiilles follows from @liistenwellallofyou
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"Fishing sounds fun I'm in!" Jad replied, waiting for Kiara to lead the way. He had seen mother catch some a few times, couldn't be so difficult, yeah? Besides, the turtles walked funny so it was more than enough to try and imitate them sometimes. And having a friend to do that with? Double the fun!
"Mother usually let's me explore so I think she won't notice if I take a little longer to get back after dark. Let's go!"
It was one thing being out and about after dark, but it was an entirely different thing sneaking into a cave that they we're warned to be dangerous. A cave that villains seem to hang around. Kiara wondered what was in there, if they were plotting something or protecting something, but either way, they would find out and then report it to the leader of the valley. Maybe her father and mother would be proud, too. Probably mad at first for sneaking in there, but it was for good reason!

"Yeah, I think we should go at night, too. Father lets me play after sunset for a little while as long as I don't go too far, but maybe we can stay near the beach until it gets dark." And they could do something to pass the time. Which didn't take her too long to think of. "Hey! Wanna catch some fish? Mother always says eating helps keep our strength up." She smiled. "Maybe the sea tutles will even come play with us."
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Militar training had prevented her to act irrationally in this situation. Earth, great. She didn't mind it, honestly she had heard some good things about the planet, but it was still a bit too primitive. They had no idea what lied beyond their stars and were not ready to make contact with intergalatic species. Bad planet to land all together.
Luckly, this one didn't seem too hostile, but the wrong move would make her life considerably more miserable than it was right now.
"No. I'm no monster neither do I mean harm." Amelia replied. She waited a minute before continue. "You can go on your merry way."
🦉- Within the bushes were guard in owl themed armor, but the one that stood out most was one who's helmet had blue in its coloring. There was also a large owl crest on the cowl near the shoulder area holding it together. They had been watching her for a while, but once their leader spotted she was injured he told the others to stand down.
"Are you...some form of monster?" He asked as he had never seen anyone or anything like her before. Still, he could tell she posed no threat at the moment. She was just hurt and scared. He wondered where she hailed from and how she got to Ithaca.
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Rajah didn't mind how Naanda was acting, actually it was much better than having them be hostile about him. And the lionesses were probably as curious about him as he was about them. The tiger caugh words that weren't familar to him, at least not in this contest, such as pride. Was that how they call their family? It was interesting.
"No, no siblings. There is only me and my human and her father. And a bunch of others but they are hardly important." Rajah started, thinking back a bit. He didn't remember much about before going to the palace, only blured memories of the circus. Then it was only Jasmine and for him, it was enough.
"There were other animals where I lived too but no other tigers. Guess the princess didn't want to share me with anyone else and that's fine by me!" He said happily. "I got you are sisters, but what's a pride?"
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"Think nothing of it," Sarabi bowed her head courteously. "As long as you are respectful of our mother, we should get on fine — ... Though, I regret to say that she is not the most hospitable of lionesses."
Naanda, ever the bubbly and perhaps too close-speaking type, couldn't help but bound close to Rajah's side, pressing against him. "Come on! We'll show you the way," She rumbled enthusiastically. "You can meet our sister, Dwala. She's nicer than Mother is, but she's got a sharp tongue too. A bit of a bully at times, I suppose. Do you have any siblings? You must be missing them terribly if-"
"You must forgive my sister for her rude flirtation," Sarabi interrupted by clearing her throat, casting a stern glance to Naanda, who ducked her head, taking to walking with a bit more personal space between her and the tiger. "We do not often get company." The eldest explained.
"Flirtation!" Naanda whispered under her breath, embarrassed. She could practically feel her ear tips burn with shame. "I was just being friendly, is all..." She murmured in a pout.
"Our territory is not far, Rajah," Sarabi informed as she stalked ahead. "We are not currently an official pride, as we do not have the numbers — Nor a king, but our mother, Hadiya, is in role of matriarch in our group. Speak formally to her and she may have pity on you. Spirits know it never much worked for me, though. She's more ill-tempered than a crocodile with a cracked back."
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Friend! Friend seemed like a good thing! Like Astrid, Astrid was friend so this one could be too. Of course, she would never have the number one spot as the best best friend, but she liked the idea. And the idea of more sandwitches too.

" Wooo!!! " She cheers and twirls, throwing glitter in the air in a clump. " I knew you'd like it! Next time I'll just buy you a whole one and then maybe we can be friends one day but only if you want to miss dragon. "
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"Oh no, dear boy!" Hama exclaimed before going to the grocery bag and started picking things to cook. "You already were too kind to me, you can sit there and make me company while I fix both of us some lunch, as a thank you for helping me, what do you say?"
" No problem miss Hama! You can always call on your pal Finn to lift anything heavy for ya okay? " He grins as they walk up to the house and he waits for her before going inside and setting the bag down on a table and rubbing his hands together. " now what? Want me to help cook? "
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"You are forgiven." She replied. She had no idea who these Finfolk were or what they had done to to this lass, but she was a little curious. "But it would be nice if you could, you know, cut off this net. If I am to stay on your ship I want to be at least as a free mermaid." She added.
"What are Finfolk?"
"I'm not hunting mermaids! I... Agh..."
Artica rubbed her temples while her fluff puffed up in both frustration and embarrassment "I thought ye were Finfolk, so i defended myself"
She sighed and looked up "If ye'r not Finfolk, i owe ye an apology." Well, those treacherous depth-dwellers were a dangerous mix of deep sea fish and human, that one was part shark.
"I'm sorry.
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@worldclassmenageriie continued from (x)
He couldn't speak, sadly, unless for some reason the blue one the same language as a Obidalbedsugs. Still, he understood since he had always been around humans and had learned a couple things here and here.
He barked happily in response,
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"Woooooow! That sounds really cool, I only know of my mom. She says I'm too young to hunt yet but I try to keep watch whenever she goes out hunting." Sabor replied. The young cub had yet to meet other felines, mother didn't like her doing that but she couldn't help be curious about the other.
"I like them too! Mom likes dragging up up the trees! Do you like climbing?"
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"We're born without them!" Sarabi giggled. "Lions don't need spots. We're big and strong, and we live in big groups, so we don't need to hide from anyone!"
"Well, that's what my mother says, anyway," The cub lightened up, plopping onto her haunches with a well-meaning smile. "I'm Sarabi. I've never met a leopard before, either. Do leopards like eating springbok? That's my favorite food."
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#fledercanons#dreamlight queue#Sabor as a cub : CUTE and adoravle and curious#Sabor as an adult: merciless killer who is a powerhouse
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Who needs words? Dancing beats small talk any day. It's the way your feet smile. Or laugh.
Independent roleplay sideblog with several muses, featuring Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid, loved by Jo
Rules | Muses
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Making the move, wait for a link drop soon.
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I love this guy, he has so many expressions.
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Icon commission: I made #800 plain Eric (The.Little.Mermaid) icons for @dreamlightmagicgarden !!!
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I'll be probably moving this blog to a main one at some point this month. AND when that happens I'm wondering: Do I keep my url or change it? I like it but idk if it gives RP blog vibes you know?
#Already starting to get things done so be ready#im jsut waiting for a comission to get done to start officiually dipping out
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For winged muses … Send ‘ crash landing ‘ for a starter of my muse falling out of the sky in front of yours due to injury, exhaustion, ect.
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"Hihihi!" Danielle couldn't help but to giggle at the whole thing. Sure, it had resulted in yet another mess for her to clean but it was muuuch better gossip than trying to figure out why Stitch and Jasmine liked to have dinner so often.
"Yet to be seen buuuuuuuuuuuut I think they will make up. They have to, apparently something was set up to make sure they started to argue. But I need to do more investigation. Ask her about if next time she comes by, see if she spills anything."
That comment almost made Potionista spit out her drink. She wasn't expecting Hades to go on a 'self-discovery' arc. He seemed to be too stubborn for that. What did Danielle, or the Valley, do to him?

'Are they still together, or...' Yes, Potionista was a gossip who loved to know everyone's business. Honestly, Maleficent didn't seem to be the type to be in a relationship at all. Too busy and self-absorbed for that.
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Stubborn Snaptrapper
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@boombambaby continued from (x)
It was a game then! Luckly for Kuzco, the mirror was not on the list of things that he liked to eat so he was more in for the game and the chance of playing with someone than to actually wanting a snack. So it was safe from that, but not from breaking during playtime.
Obby ran ahead, stopping mid way to turn around for a brief second to bark and wag his tail. He was having so much fun with this already!
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