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once  upon  a  time  he  felt  like  a  stranger  in  this  very  jungle,  he  traveled  to  this  fantastical  place  via  freighter,  which  had  not  been  a  pleasant  journey  -  all  in  the  hopes  of  proving  his  worth  to  his  father.  to  prove  he  could  not  only  work  books,  but  that  he  was  more  than  an  avid  reader.  out  in  the  wild,  researching  &  exploring  a  world  unlike  anything  he'd  ever  seen  in  front  of  him.  after  everything  that  happened,  this  ..  was  home.  almost.  no,  it  was.  sure,  some  days  he  wished  the  comforts  of  england  back,  but  those  were  a  small  price  to  pay  for  the  love  of  his  life.  he  wasn't  far  from  the  home  they'd  built  for  themselves  in  the  jungle,  wandering  &  exploring,  because  there  was  always  something  new  to  see.

though   today   he   wasn't   exploring   per   se,   he   was   out   on   a   mission.   fishing.   tarzan   was   the   one   who   usually   provided   for   them,   james   raised   their   son   &   did...   other   things.   he'd   grabbed   a   simple   fishing   rod,   had   gathered   some   worms   in   a   linen   bag   (all   by   himself)   &   set   out   for   the   river   right   by   their   house.   well,   almost.   he   had   to   climb   down   the   mountainside   first,   but   it   was   still   close   to   home.   he   knew   he   could   do   this.   he   was   fine.   "this   is   your   home,   you're   fine.   splendid.   this   is   where   you   belong   now."   just   as   he   finished   his   short   mumble   to   himself,   he   caught   the   sight   of   a   gigantic   wild   cat   stretching   &   scratching   on   a   tree.   instant   stop.   his   heart   hammering   in   his   chest,   pulse   thrumming   in   his   ears.   oh   god.

trying   to   find   any   means   of   escape   before   the   wildcat   noticed   him,   "oh   god,   oh   god,   oh   no,   this   is   why   i   shouldn't   be   out   here."   when   it   did   seem   to   smell   his   fear   -   or   catch   his   nervous   chatter,   he   held   his   breath.   "it's   okay,   kitty   kitty.   it's   okay.   i'm   uh...   this   is   uh,   oh   lord,   you're   human.   or   something.   oh   wow,   i   didn't   expect   that   at   all.   ummmm,   the   portals?"   that   would   explain   the   shift,   which   ...   didn't   weird   him   out   per   se.   it   just   surprised   him.   "well,   this   is   the   jungle.   i   mean,   the   african   jungle.   you're   in   africa.   i   mean,   i   could   mark   it   on   a   map,   but   i   didn't   bring   my   map.   i   was   just   ..."   he   wiggled   the   rod   in   his   hands,   which   he'd   almost   forgot.   "soooo,   you're   not   feeling   hungry   for   ….say,   a   human   sandwich?   those   claws   were   very   impressive,   i   must   say.   they   really   went   all   the   way   in   there."   yes,   he   rambled   when   he   was   nervous.   or   when   he   feared   for   his   life.

LOCATION: Tarzan's Jungle MUSE: Martin "Bagheera" Moreno STATUS: Closed | @junglewalked

After his last incident with the portals, Martin has learned his lessons. They sometimes lead to somewhere dangerous, like the Fucking North Pole. As much as he ended up enjoying himself, the werejaguar still had no intention of repeating that sort of shenanigan... So this time, he was careful, finding a portal that leads to relatively similar environments, and ended up in another jungle. Different plants and different scents in the air as his home, but it has the similar climate. He stalks the foreign land in his jaguar form, carrying the bag of his belongings on his back, getting the lay of the land.

Climbing up on a tree branch, the jaguar stretches his limbs and back. Scratches the tree bark to sharpen his claws lazily. This isn't too bad, he thinks. Just as he thinks he should take a nap or something, a set of footsteps catches his ears. His golden eyes find a stranger, a human, walking through the jungle. Oh, good, a local. Martin reaches out his paw to sign 'wait' before switching back to human. The sounds of bones shifting cannot be pleasant and he ends up naked but, it is what it is. "Wait, uh, don't freak out," he says, quickly putting on his underwear first. "You're from around here, yeah? I'm, uh, from another jungle beyond one of those weird portals. Exploring and shit." He regrets immediately for saying 'shit' to someone he just met. "I just wanted to ask where this place is and, uh, what's good around here?"

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helping   the   youngling   up,   james   blew   warm   air   into   his   palm   after   getting   cold   &   wet   snow   on   it.   he   was   so   used   to   the   heat   now   that   he   couldn't   even   imagine   living   in   england   again.   shifting   his   weight   from   one   foot   to   the   other,   he   tried   to   stay   somewhat   ..warm.   "me   against   a   sled?   yeah,   i   wouldn't   have   made   it   out   intact,   most   likely."   but   he   was   okay,   so   he   focused   on   the   facts   -   not   the   maybe's,   but   did   keep   a   mental   reminder   that   this   place   wasn't   safe.   "you   better   get   inside   before   you   catch   a   cold.   being   wet   out   here   in   the   temperatures   below   freezing   is   not   going   to   end   well."   he   was   not   trying   to   dad   the   other,   but   he   couldn't   help   it.   "james,   pleasure's   all   mine.   i'm   uh...   well,   i've   seen   snow   before,   but   it's   been   a   long,   long   time."   he   glanced   around,   then   reconsidered   his   response. 

"never   this   much,   though.   england's   more   into   rain.   but   i   don't   live   there   anymore,   so   it's   really   almost   new   for   me,   i   suppose."   little   nod   to   himself,   then   he   gave   the   other   another   once   over.   "where   are   you   from?   assuming   it's   somewhere   warm."

moana felt the cold, and yes it was a little bothersome. but that didn't stop him from wanting to explore the north pole and do activities that the people here did. but the moment moana hit the snow, he felt a bit of regret. at least the snow was soft, and didn't do much damage. and he was happy he had missed the other man. moana made sure to dust off the excess snow that was on his hair, covering his face. he looked up at the other man that he thankfully missed and he chuckled, taking the man's hand and finally standing up. " thank you. and i'm glad i didn't end up crashing into you, that really would have been bad. " luckily moana was good at navigating the sled, even if it was his first time. " i'm alright, though. just got snow everywhere now. " he started wipe away the snow. " i'm moana, nice to meet you. i'm still getting use to these new realms, and i've never seen snow before so i wanted to experience as much of it as possible, and sledding was on top of my list. "

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"always."   it   was   like   riding   the   bike,   james   clung   to   the   other   like   he   belonged,   which   -   in   a   way   he   probably   did.   he   remembered   the   early   days   in   the   jungle   after   meeting   tarzan.   arms   slung   around   his   broad   shoulders,   face   pressed   into   his   impressive   chest.   james   didn't   know   it   at   the   time,   but   he'd   been   doomed   from   the   very   start.   that   moment   when   their   eyes   &   palms   met   for   the   first   time,   james   fell   &   he   only   landed   when   they   saw   each   other   again   months   later.   he'd   come   far   since   then,   no   longer   the   damsel   in   distress.

well,   at   least   not   as   often.   "oh,   oh   --   oh,   careful.   i'm   uh--   ohhh   boy,   oh   lord.   it's   fine,   i'm   fine."   ever   the   nervous   rambler.   "yeah,   yeah,   i   got   it.   i'm   good,   fine   -   great.   just   let   me   down   and   i'll   meet   you   up   top."   he   ...should   be   fine.   yes,   he   was   rusty.   tarzan   was   doing   beautifully   as   he   always   had.   james   remembered   the   first   time   he   saw   him   swing   through   the   air   like   it   was   nothing.   again,   he'd   been   doomed   early   on   even   if   he   didn't   know   it   at   the   time.   their   son   was   back   with   kala   &   the   others,   so   at   least   if   james   fell   to   his   death,   nobody   would   be   traumatized,   right?   "it'll   hold   me,   right?"   glancing   up   at   the   scaffolding   tower,   he   ...wasn't   so   sure.

int.        tarzan's   unfinished estate,   west   african   jungle.        day.

"       hold   on   tight,   my   love.       "                       tarzan   says,   laughing   as   he   gripped   on   james'   hand,   while   also   making   sure   his   leg's   own   grip   on   the   ceiling   joists   was   strong.   on   their   left,   the   makeshift   scaffold   tower   where   james   was   standing   has   rolled   away   from   them.

this   would   have   been   easy   for   the   other   in   another   time.   but   even   tarzan   could   admit   that   his   time   away   from   the   jungle   has   him   struggling   at   times.   he   can   only   imagine   what's   it   like   for   james.        "       london   has   really   made   us   rusty   on   things   like   this,   huh?   i   can   cross   the   joists   to   the   platform.   do   you   think   you   can   climb   back   up?       "

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@talednewsletter open to: all !! location: the river close by his home (in the african jungle)

some  may  think  rising  a  child  in  the  jungle  of  africa  was  a  bad  idea,  but  james...  well,  once  upon  a  time  he  thought  the  same  thing.  that  was,  until  said  child  was  his  own  &  the  father  loved  no  other  place  the  way  he  loved  his  home.  james  did  like  england,  he'd  been  born  into  the  life  there  after  all,  but  if  he  had  to  choose  between  the  love  of  his  life  &  having  the  family  he  never  dared  dreaming  of  or  the  stressful,  fast-paced  city  life?  well,  he  was  in  africa,  wasn't  he?

it  was  honestly  the  best  decision  he  ever  made.  tarzan  was  building  them  a  home  -  well,  they  both  were  &  his  son  got  to  grow  up  experiencing  the  best  from  both  worlds.  tarzan's  &  his  very  own.  they  were  down  by  the  river  right  now,  little  jack  was  playing  with  a  big  shell  &  james  had  his  feet  in  the  water  as  he  watched  the  little  one.  company  was  not  unheard  of,  given  they  lived  not  far  from  tarzan's  old  home  &  the  gorillas  knew  about  this  place,  but  ...  he  could  tell  whether  someone  was  a  gorilla  by  now  or  not  by  the  sound  of  their  breathing  by  now.  besides,  footsteps,  which  ..was  uncommon  in  the  jungle.

hand   on   the   handle   of   a   machete   bound   to   his   hip,   he   spun   around   to   greet   the   stranger,   "hello,   are   you   lost?   it's   really   dangerous   being   out   here   all   on   your   lonesome."   james   had   adapted   to   the   local   dresscode   a   long   time   ago,   though   he   liked   to   wear   a   tank   top   sometimes   at   least   to   go   with   shorts.   loincloths….   weren't   really   his   thing. but  he  should  look  somewhat  fitting  when  it  came  to  his  surroundings.

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tag dump.

꒰ suddenly i was swinging on a vine in the air ꒱ ⌗ visage

꒰ you have no idea what's in store for you ꒱ ⌗ isms

꒰ and daddy. they took my boot ꒱ ⌗ about

꒰ i'm warning you. my father won't take kindly to you ꒱ ⌗ aes

꒰ i was saved by a flying wild man in a loincloth ꒱ ⌗ connection

꒰ put me down. no. pick me up. pick me up. ꒱ ⌗ physical

꒰ it can't get any worse. can it? obviously it can. ꒱ ⌗ wants

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You came back. I came home. TARZAN (1999) Dir. Chris Buck & Kevin Lima

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going   from   the   near   unbearable   heat   of   africa   to   the   freezing   cold   temperatures   at   the   north   pole   sure   sent   him   down   the   rollercoaster   of   regret   &   disbelief.   he   really   left   the   jungle.   he   couldn't   quite   tell   how   long   it'd   been   since   he   stumbled   over   tarzan   for   the   first   time,   but   the   way   his   toes   curled   at   the   cold   surely   reminded   him   that   it   had   been   a   long   time.   london   hadn't   been   too   warm,   least   of   all   in   the   winter,   so   he'd   be   much   better   adapted   if   he   still   lived   where   he   was   born.   but   alas...   he'd   never   seen   so   much   snow   in   one   place   before   &   truth   be   told   he   loved   it.   looking   around   him,   he   also   seemed   to   not   be   the   only   one.   too   busy   observing   the   people   around   him,   he   didn't   notice   someone   coming   right   for   him.   taken   aback   by   the   strange   boy   tumbling   &   landing   in   the   snow,   he   saw   the   sleigh   &   the   tracks,   realizing   he   would've   been   the   point   of   impact   originally.   "that   was   uh,   hi   hello,   are   you   alright?   that   could   have   gone   really   terribly.   i   mean,   sure   you   seem   fine,   but   i'm   sure   it   could've   not   been   fine   at   all."   oh,   damnit,   he   was   rambling   again.   "sorry."   hand   held   out,   ready   to   help   him   up.   "james.   thank   you   for   not   crashing   into   me."

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. "

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Jonathan Bailey in Fellow Travelers 1x04 “Your Nuts Roasting on an Open Fire”

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[aherm, plotting call before i drop an open in the morning?]

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james. • physical. • about. • isms. • aesthetics. • connections. • wants.

jonathan bailey, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that james porter? i hear that they're jane porter from tarzan. i hear they’re 32. they seem to be intelligent & adventurous, but also bashful & eccentric . their aesthetics include pencil sketches drawn hastily in a worn notebook , torn clothes, the sun kissing the horizon good morning.

BASIC INFO

full name — James Porter age — thirty-two gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual fairy tale connection — tarzan (jane) clothing style — casual + comfy, previously chique

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Jonathan Bailey hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & eleven inches build — slender, fit scars — a few minor ones across his body from living in the jungle tattoos — n/a piercings — n/a special characteristics — talkative / ramble-y when nervous, independent yet clumsy

PERSONALITY

positive traits — intelligent, educated, passionate, adventurous negative traits — shy, bashful, eccentric, nervous hobbies — drawing, observing/exploring nature, learning/perfecting gorilla, reading

MEDICAL INFO

mental — healthy physical — healthy phobias — n/a eyesight — 18/20 dominant hand — left hand alcohol use — no !! diet — he's not picky

SPICY INFO

sexual preference — bottom kinks — sensual, in public, breeding, nipple play, cock-warming, verbal feminization, collars, marking, watersports, probably more tba once i figure him out <3 anti-kinks — gore/scat

BACKGROUND

birthplace — london, UK parents — archimedes q. porter + lara porter siblings — none notable skills — artistic, smart

BIO

james  porter  was  born  into  a  life  of  privilege  &  high  expectations.  his  father,  professor  archimedes  q.  porter,  was  a  renowned  anthropologist  with  a  deep  fascination  for  the  mysteries  of  the  natural  world.  his  mother,  margaret,  brought  warmth  &  creativity  to  their  home,  filling  james’  childhood  with  stories,  art  &  music.  unfortunately,  margaret  passed  away  when  james  was  just  ten  years  old,  leaving  him  &  his  father  to  navigate  their  grief  in  vastly  different  ways.

archimedes  buried  himself  in  his  academic  pursuits,  dedicating  his  life  to  uncovering  the  secrets  of  humanity’s  past.  james,  meanwhile,  grew  up  caught  between  his  father’s  intellectual  world  &  the  lingering  influence  of  his  mother’s  passion  for  beauty  &  wonder.  though  he  admired  archimedes’  brilliance,  james  felt  increasingly  stifled  by  the  expectations  placed  upon  him.

as  a  young  man,  james  threw  himself  into  academia,  following  in  his  father’s  footsteps  to  study  anthropology  &  biology.  he  excelled  in  his  studies,  but  his  heart  longed  for  something  more  than  lectures  &  laboratories.  his  curiosity  about  the  world  extended  far  beyond  books;  he  craved  adventure  &  the  chance  to  experience  the  untamed  beauty  of  nature  firsthand.

when  his  father  invited  him  to  join  an  expedition  to  africa  in  search  of  gorillas,  james  saw  it  as  a  rare  opportunity  to  step  out  of  his  comfort  zone.  the  journey  promised  excitement  &  discovery  &  james  was  eager  to  see  the  wonders  his  father  had  so  often  described.

once  they  arrived  in  the  jungle,  james  was  overwhelmed  by  its  sheer  vibrancy.  the  dense  canopy,  the  symphony  of  unfamiliar  sounds  &  the  sense  of  life  surrounding  him  were  both  exhilarating  &  intimidating.  though  james  had  always  thought  of  himself  as  adventurous,  the  reality  of  the  jungle—its  dangers  &  unpredictability—left  him  feeling  out  of  his  depth.

a  few  days  after  arrival,  while  sketching  a  little  baboon,  james  wandered  too  far  from  camp  while  his  father  &  their  protector  clayton  kept  on  going.  after  an  argument  with  the  baboon,  its  parents  intervene  &  threaten  james.  he  ran,  but  the  monkeys  were  faster  &  catching  up  quick,  but  a  figure  leapt  down  from  the  trees,  moving  with  incredible  agility,  lifted  him  up  &  swung  them  both  to  safety. 

once  they  were  safe  from  angry  baboons,  he  got  his  first  good  look  at  the  man.  james  was  too  frightened  to  fully  process  what  he  was  seeing.  tarzan’s  movements  were  animalistic,  his  posture  &  expression  unreadable.  but  as  moments  passed,  james’  innate  curiosity  began  to  take  over.  who  was  this  man?  how  had  he  come  to  live  in  such  a  way?

though  their  first  meeting  went  far  from  smooth,  tarzan  proved  to  be  both  intelligent  &  gentle.  slowly,  he  began  to  bridge  the  gap  between  their  worlds.  james,  in  turn,  began  to  learn  the  rhythms  of  the  jungle.  tarzan  introduced  him  to  a  life  james  had  never  imagined—one  where  every  sense  was  heightened,  every  moment  alive  with  the  pulse  of  nature.

through  tarzan,  james  also  discovered  the  gorillas  his  father  had  been  searching  for,  though  most  of  his  newly  acquired  knowledge  came  from  tarzan  himself  -  he  refused  to  introduce  them  to  the  gorillas  unfortunately.  but  james’  awe  grew  regardless  as  he  realized  how  much  he  had  underestimated  the  complexity  of  their  society  &  the  connection  tarzan  shared  with  them.

days  were  spent  together  &  james  found  himself  developing  feelings  for  tarzan  without  really  knowing  that  said  feelings  even  meant.  tarzan’s  wildness  &  beauty  stirred  something  within  james  that  he  had  never  experienced  before.  but  their  time  was  cut  short;  not  only  would  the  ship  that  planned  to  take  them  home  arrive  soon,  but  they  also  had  a  liar  in  their  mids. 

the  expedition’s  guide  &  protector  ,  clayton,  revealed  his  true  intentions.  he  sought  to  capture  &  exploit  the  gorillas  for  profit,  endangering  the  delicate  balance  of  tarzan’s  world.  when  the  betrayal  unfolded,  james  faced  a  pivotal  moment:  would  he  remain  a  passive  observer,  or  would  he  fight  to  protect  the  creatures  &  the  life  he  had  come  to  cherish?

with  tarzan’s  guidance,  james  stepped  into  the  fray,  using  his  intellect  &  resourcefulness  to  help  tarzan  putting  a  stop  clayton’s  plans.  in  the  process,  he  discovered  a  strength  &  courage  within  himself  that  he  had  never  known.

when  the  expedition  was  seemingly  over,  the  ship  ready  &  waiting  for  him  &  his  father  to  board,  james  found  himself  at  a  crossroads.  the  life  awaiting  him  back  in  england  felt  distant  &  hollow  compared  to  the  vibrancy  of  the  jungle.  though  it  meant  leaving  behind  the  world  he  had  always  known,  james  chose  to  stay.  for  tarzan.  he  had  found  a  sense  of  belonging  &  purpose  among  the  trees,  a  life  where  he  could  honor  both  his  father’s  legacy  of  discovery  &  his  mother’s  love  for  beauty  &  wonder—and  where  he  could  build  a  future  with  tarzan  &  much  to  his  surprise,  his  father  chose  to  stay  with  him.