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Wanted to draw scar for a while now

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Concept drawings by Mel Shaw for Disney’s THE LION KING (1994).

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The lioness turns slowly to look at him, her amber eyes clouded with grief that has not lifted from them since everything that had happened. The bones of her shoulders sloped more apparently from her back in her sitting position.

Letting out a long sigh, she gets to her paws and lifts her head, letting the ever-thinning veil of regality slip over her. “I suppose I should head that way then. Although I doubt Scar will let me stray that far, even if for food,” Sarabi muses, her tone lilting to feign that everything is better than it actually is.

A few heartbeats pass. “This is no way to live. If I don’t put a stop to it, who will?” the Queen then adds, bitterness seeping into her words. 

Deep Pain (Sarabi & Aslan)

A serious sin had been committed in the past: fratricide – a crime that had radically changed the life in the Pride Lands for long years, causing much suffer and starve for many.  Scar had grown into an evil king and due to his decisions all the herds were gone from the kingdom, all lives were taken, except for hope and faith that still stayed there in Sarabi’s heart despite the fact she had lost his husband and son at the same time. In the deepest sorrow that the queen was given came Aslan for a visit to take the burden off her shoulders. “If you are looking for the zebras, you won’t find them here. They went to the North.” Came his firm, yet soft voice.

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y’know what sucks about being in any rpc for a long time? losing people. Sarabi was my very first muse on tumblr and when I arrived to TLK rpc (that I was surprised was relatively active), I was welcomed with open arms by @sixba​ , @kingmxfasa-a​ and @majordomo-zazu​. We were canons, with rapid fire replies for hours at a time, the flaming dumpster dash commentary threads and short lived AU threads for ridiculous situations. 

Our little family expanded (although I might have this timeline slightly off and I think most of them were established before I was), and @wisemandrill​ and @handsomethrowrug​ joined our ragtag, Lion King obsessed bunch. Chaos, as well as wholesome and strong storytelling ensued.

Roleplaying has been my safe haven for a long time. I started on FanFiction (and still roleplay there), and ended up here, discovering a world of adding icons, group threads, memes, asks, and sometimes obnoxiously formatted tags. 

I’m a person that struggles with change. These people felt like my friends, and due to no fault of their own (I blame life and all of its unpredictable factors), I've lost a lot of partners. Sometimes it stings to look back at, and I still sorely miss those I used to write with everyday. It feels different on my dash, less seamless in a way. I love my writing partners now but I thrive in a smaller circle and losing those in that smaller circle I had is hard for me. I’m very grateful I still have a very strong muse for Sarabi and maintain good relationships with my partners, but I’ll always miss those who aren’t here with us in TLK rpc anymore. 

And it might be because I've not been as consistently active as I once was when I started but I miss the silly headcanons and wild dash commentary, haha. bring back the lighthearted aspect to the rpc ;v;

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Sarabi had just watched her best friend of many years, Sarafina, depart to join a hunt. One which the Queen decided to sit out.

They were on a lengthy stroll, and clouds were starting to roll in. Padding along the dust and grasses with intent to head home, she spotted a form under a nearby tree. Odd. The creature had the shape of a predator...it looked like a lion. The lioness raised her muzzle to the air to catch a scent, but it wasn’t one she recognized.

Opting for caution, she approached slowly but didn’t bother to mask the sound of her proximity. Startling whoever it was might not be wise; especially if it was a lion from another pride. The Queen canted her head. It appeared to be male in build, but hardly a mane to show for it. Why was he here all alone? 

Letting out a chuff of warning to the other, she stopped in her tracks to let him discover her himself and decide on his course of action.  

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The only thought in his head was panic. Had to run, had to get away, had to— had to avoid all humans! They were dangerous, and frightening, and he no longer wanted anything to do with them, especially not after hearing that since he was becoming too much trouble for his master to deal with, the man planned to have him killed and stuffed for a display! No, no, no! He didn’t want to die!

Mwindaji was running as fast as his legs would carry him. He’d somehow managed to get over that big fence, though the spiky metal thorns on the top had done some definite damage to his paws, legs, and belly. Every step hurt, but he had to keep going! He passed by other animals as he went. Rhinos, giraffes, zebras.. Even a clan of meerkats stood at attention to watch the young lion sprinting past them. A bat-eared fox emerged from his den at the smell of blood, and seeing the wounded young lion, he quickly dashed after him. Mkali was a healer, after all, he wasn’t about to leave any injured animal alone to bleed to death.

But Mwindaji didn’t even notice the fox. He was too busy trying to flee from his invisible demons that, to him, were still chasing him. He continued to run until he couldn’t run any further, staggering and collapsed in a heap in the shade of a large rock formation, that he had no idea was the territory of royalty in these grasslands..

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Sarabi watched with wide and concerned eyes at first, but quickly realized her little one knew his way around...whatever that was, and didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger. 

Breath of anticipation released, she turned back to James. “Please, come with me, there’s shade not far. Simba, bring the big shiny thing with you,” the lioness called over her shoulder as she started off. 

Eventually they stopped under a tree, and Sarabi flopped onto her side, moving one paw over to welcome Simba into its circle if he so chose. “So, what did you do while away?” the lioness inquired to both of them.

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“ All in a days work, your highness. ” he chuckles, humbled by her thanks.   His gaze shifts back to the golden lion cub as he gnaws on the Commodore’s sword.  He’s going to have to petition Mr. Turner for the blade to be fixed when all was said and done, he was resigned to that.

“ No” he gives the cub a mean little smile. “ I don’t believe he has. ” he mused. Just because Simba was gnawing on his sword, he was going to make him uncomfortable, and go along with his mothers scolding.

Indeed, there was a sheen of sweat upon the human’s brow to hint just how hot he was.  " Actually, If you know of a shady area where I might have a seat and converse a while, I would be ever so grateful, your majesty.  It is true humans are not equip to survive in such hot climates without shelter or water . “ Though he would kill to shed some layers, it would not be proper before royalty—

then again the royalty was LION so perhaps some propriety could be relaxed given the circumstances.

The whole conversation between the two adults had been a bit boring for his taste. Mostly talk about returning home and other adult things which he knew about since the cub had been along for the adventure. With the sword now by his side, Simba could get a better look at it continuing to gnaw on the hilt. “The mighty hunter has cornered his prey!” It was an interesting game gnawing on his reflection for a minute or two only for his fun to be momentarily interrupted to look up and stare at Sarabi once he’d overheard the chuff from the lioness.  

“Mom, I’m fine. I’ve been around a billion of these things.” he answered with a small huff. Parents. “I know I’m s’pposed to stay up here by the handle and not at the pointy end.” He’d gotten quite an earful from James the first time he played with a sword and the cub wasn’t about to forget it. 

Glancing over at James, Simba canted his head for a moment. “Haven’t what?” Was he missing something? Oh. Right. “Thanks!” he called out before his attention went back to the weapon for a brief moment deciding to pick it up as best he could before dragging his  ‘prey’ around creating marks in the dirt and grass. “And take this too!” 

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So! I saw Avatar 2 recently. Of course my muse for my favorite blue alien daughter ( @neytxri​ ) is back at full power. I’m asking any of you, or if you know a guy who knows a guy, for icons. I want to commission someone for Neytiri icons from the new movie. Feel free to hop in my PMs if you’re interested!

Also, I will be putting Raven ( @demonprincess​ ) on low activity for now. I’m gonna see how I feel about Cloudjumper ( @flyjaeldr​ ) but since the HTTYD fandom seems fairly dead I’m probably gonna put him on low activity too. 

Just thought I’d update y'all! 

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The Queen’s brow furrowed at his evident displeasure at his own work. 

“Why of course! Few lions your age could've accomplished what you did. It takes many seasons to be as deft as Mufasa is when overseeing these matters. While I am a diplomatic figurehead, it is your father who has a way with words,” Sarabi assured him with a gentle nudge. 

But soon, the pair were engrossed in their game. The tawny lioness bounds after her son, focusing more on keeping up with him than...well, counting butterflies. “You win,” she sighed and grinned, slowing to a walk. 

She drank beside him; the feeling of cold water down her throat was refreshing indeed. When Sarabi is finished, she raised her head and licks her lips, briefly glancing to her reflection. Samba's question hit her ears and she turns to face him. 

“Worry not, even if they do, I’ve learned a thing or two from your father. I’m sure we can handle it,” she crooned, smiling down at him.

He really was smart for his age, eager to discover and learn- even if that means getting into trouble- and ask endless questions. 

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The Queen nodded leisurely, and she silently admired the glint in his eyes she had sorely missed.

And Sarabi couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment, recalling how the other lionesses had mothered him. It was one thing she held much pride in, dwelling in such a tight knit community. At the same time, she felt a pang in her chest. She shouldn’t have been away so long. 

“Well, I suppose at least for during the rainy season, the cubs can stay up until moonrise.” A smirk pulled at her lips.

At his next remark, she paused, smile fading and expression of pension taking its place. Diplomatic matters were not something she had directly dealt with in some time. It would be…refreshing, in a sense. However, it was painful for her to hear that some of her…and Mufasa’s…subjects were less than content. 

“Thank you, Simba. I’ll be expecting their arrivals tomorrow,” Sarabi began, “very well done. I’m proud of you.”

With that, the lioness took a deep breath. “Shall we get a drink? Perhaps then we can play ‘spotting butterflies!’” 

“You are? Even though I sent them home?” Mufasa would have probably taken care of the problem on the spot which Simba, at least this time, couldn’t do. It was something that he needed to work on obviously. Sensing that the lioness wanted to possibly change the subject, Simba smiled as his tail swayed behind him. A contest sounded like a fun way to pass the time. “Sure!”

“10!” Looks like Simba wanted to play Spotting Butterflies along the way instead of after the drink mostly to get a headstart at the game. Spotting the Waterhole ahead, the young cub raced on ahead with a few animals bowing in respect as the Prince passed. All that counting made him thirsty! Once he’d had his fill, Simba looked around watching some of the herd animals nearby grazing in the grasslands along with taking drinks of their own before he headed towards Sarabi’s side. “Mom? What if the animals don’t show up tomorrow cause they don’t know you’re back? What if they’re really mad and bring all their herds with ‘em?” 

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Can I convince anyone to write Slade from Teen Titans for my Raven blog ;-;

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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1. What is your favorite trope to rp? 2. Name 3 things you admire about OCs. 3. Who are your longest rp friends? 4. What old character would you love to bring back? 5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write? 6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses. 7. What is one overrated roleplay trend? 8. Do your friends outside the internet know your roleplay? 9. Have you ever written fanfictions? 10. Why do you write? 11. Do you welcome duplicates of your character or stay away from them? 12. Do you prefer writing main or minor canon characters? 13. Is there one trope you can’t stand? 14. What is your opinion on writing smut? 15. What is your opinion on tagging triggers? 16. Do you prefer long or short replies and why? 17. What makes you insecure about your own writing? 18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community? 19. Who is an author that inspires you? 20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence? 21. What time of the day is your favorite to write? 22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immedately? 23. Your favorite fandom to write in? 24. Have you ever left a fandom because of negativity? 25. One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?

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Sarabi once again drew in a deep breath, and somehow found a strange comfort in being referred to as her proper title. Though, at the same time, she felt she hardly fit the image.

Her gaze followed him in his lax display of scratching an itch and lounging, a small pit of jealousy vibrating in her empty stomach.

It sounded, quite frankly, like the best situation she could hope for. She would be a fool to pass it up. And it would give her and her pride the opportunity to regain their strength. They could be rid of Scar and the hyenas at last.

The air was heavy with anticipation. She waited, watching, and refusing to let any wisp of defeat taint her next words. 

“Very well. It seems we can both get what we want,” the Queen declared, raising a single brow. 

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A dangerously low growl rippled through her throat, ears angled pointedly in his direction now and shoulders set wide apart, claws discreetly flexing in the ground.

The tiger was much larger than her, and her amber eyes scored his frame with a heated fluidity. If it came to blows, the Queen would have to be smart. But after the loss of her mate and cub, that was the last thing she wanted or needed. 

On another hand, his size may come to an advantage. Scar was a tyrant. Though the lionesses could easily take him alone, his hyena allies posed a different level of danger. 10 lionesses were no match for dozens of them. With a tiger offering some sort of protection, those odds may shift in the pride’s favor.

But to what end?

“If we are assuming everything goes well, what then? You maintain control of the pride, my family? Become a…permanent fixture here?”

That was Sarabi’s assumption, anyways. If she were in his position, it seemed ideal. A band of lionesses, plentiful hunting grounds, a large territory- usually unperturbed- and a safe water source? Shelter? Why would he go back to what he had- albeit she was unsure of those circumstances- after knowing how to thrive here?

The Queen couldn’t blame him, even with the anxieties of being newly betrothed, she couldn’t imagine going back to her old pride years ago. Her chest tightened. 

Focus.

“I will not be made a puppet. Or a fool of,” Sarabi said curtly. 

“And I will not threaten the safety of what little I have left.” 

The last statement was dusted with bitter sorrow, hardly detectable in her voice, but deeply felt in her core. Her narrowing ribcage heaved with a breath of indignation.

The tiger did not move, his great hulking frame still held in a posture of stiff neutrality. For now, he would trust that Sarabi was not foolish enough to risk injury at such a delicate time for her people, and that her show of aggression was simply that: a show. Neither of them would benefit if they came to blows here. The false king has no use for an injured hunter, and Khan’s own ambitions for the pridelands would flow far more smoothly with the pride held firmly in his debt.

A fight here could spell the end of Sarabi’s time as queen. Khan hoped to make her understand that he, comparatively, had far less to lose. 

“You misunderstand me, your highness.” He moved at last, a languid, exaggerated motion that saw him shift from his standing position to lying lazily in the dying grass. “I cannot deny that I have grown fond of these lands, and that I have no immediate wish to change my hunting grounds once again…” 

He paused, absentmindedly rubbing his chin against a rough stone anchored to the ground, his behaviour the very image of a creature for whom political ambitions were the furthest thing from his mind. 

“But I am not a lion. Nor would I expect to be treated as such.” A single golden eye swept over the tawny flank of the other, his gaze lingering on protruding ribs and sharply jutting hip bones. “Your pride will be your own, to do with as you please. Rule the lands yourself as a reigning queen, or raise another to rule in your place. All I ask in return is that you remember my part in your victory.” 

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Sarabi was pleased with the compromise, and the two went off to admire the glittering night sky. She even told a few of her own stories, especially enjoying the look on Simba’s face when she told of how she came to the Pridelands, newly betrothed. It was an epic tale, really, even if some of it was slightly exaggerated. 

Leaping and clambering across a swelling river in the peak of the wet season, crocodiles lurking underneath the muddy waters at every step. Being caught in the middle of antelope during their migration, almost losing her father- who escorted her- in the panic when they were spotted...

All too soon, they were making the trek to Scar’s den. Simba bounded inside too quickly, startling her.

“Simba! Wait out here, he might be busy,” she hissed quietly, tail waving. 

“I need to speak with Scar anyways,” Sarabi added.

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The tawny lioness perked up at the sound of her son’s swift paw steps, drawn away from her conversation with Sarafina. Her focus settled quickly on Simba, unable to keep a chuckle from parting at his excited smile.

It took her a moment, however, to process his request. Mufasa and herself had discussed Scar many times…his…unease for him was apparent, yet puzzling. It was cloaked with joking and under the guise of common familial bickering…but now Simba’s safety was involved while he would be out of her sight. 

Sarabi had never spent more than half a day away from her cub, and he was always with someone she truly trusted, like Mufasa, Sarafina, or one of the other lionesses. There was something about Scar that ruffled her pelt the wrong way.

“Well, I was hoping you could come with me to see the stars tonight, but it’s up to you,” the lioness explained, tilting her head.

She almost felt guilty for the prickly feeling the got at the mention of her sole cub spending that much time with a lion she couldn’t exactly trust…but Sarabi didn’t want to come off as overbearing. 

He didn’t want to leave his mother hanging. That wouldn’t be right at all but now he was torn. Torn between two lions he loved. “I can do both!” he decided. “I can see the stars with you and then we can walk down to Uncle Scar’s together before we go to sleep.” Problem solved! Their time spent under the stars was wonderful, and Simba asked questions along with pointing out things that Mufasa had shown him a few weeks ago when they star gazed at night. 

“And then Dad and I saw a shooting star too! A whole bunch!” The lion cub was regaling another night with his father when Scar’s cave came into view. “Mom and I are here, Uncle Scar!” Simba announced proudly already racing inside as if he’d been invited in. The older male wouldn’t mind since they were family after all. The cub was only a few paces inside when Simba suddenly realized he’d forgotten something. Something important! “Night Mom!” he smiled rubbing against her leg once he was back at the lionesses side before returning to the cave. “I’m gonna go look for a sleeping spot!” 

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“I must thank you, then. I’m sure you can imagine how worried we all were for him. You have brought me peace by doing this, thank you,” Sarabi replied, taking a step closer this time.

Her amber colored gaze flitted to Simba then, chuffing in warning. She didn’t know exactly what that thing was he seemed so curious about, but it certainly didn’t look safe for the cub. 

“Simba, did you tell Commodore Norrington thank you? Perhaps he could stay a while and rest, I doubt his kind are used to scorching and vast lands like ours.”

Lions were suited to dry heat just fine- but she worried the two legged would become too warm in all of those strange garments. Sarabi had seen what overheating did to other animals in the Pridelands. Not pretty.

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The Queen, regal as ever in the face of any sort of danger posed to her family or herself, relaxed her maw from the growl it had formed mere moments ago.

Her ears remained flattened. One ear flicked and she readjusted her footing as to not appear so threatening- though she would not hesitate should he attempt to slight her.

“ How do I know that to be true?” she inquired.

One dark brow raised faintly, her tufted tail tip twitching once.

James set down his gun, his sword and his powder. Taking a step back. Down to his knees, to bow gracefully in her presence.  

 “ I believe if you would ask your son, you will find that I am his guest.  Consider me the ambassador for my own kingdom, far beyond where land touches massive oceans of water.  “ He spoke much like Zazu, just as respectful, though clearly not a bird he did have ruffles and feathers.

With his feathery hat, and white powdered wig , Simba had told him that once.  

“ I merely wished to pay my respects and compliment you on the fine job you’re doing, raising the young prince.” 

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Do you have songs that you associate with certain characters?

Ooh, lemme dig through my playlists and find some:

Sarabi: Pleasant Dreams by Fortunate Youth, Throne of Gold by Steel Pulse, Empty Crown by YAS

Raven: Aphrodite by RINI, lilac days by .cloud, Lilac by Fthlss/Atlantic Chill, Risk by FKJ/Bas, Scared of Heights by The Driver Era, Cafe by Saib, Jesus in LA by Alec Benjamin, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, and Alone, Omen 3 by King Krule. Others too but this answer would be hella long

Cloudjumper: honestly just the HTTYD 2 soundtrack. If I'm struggling to find muse for him I just listen to the score or watch the movie.

Neytiri: same with her.

Leah: A lot of the same songs for Raven, also Supergloom by Osvaldo, Drowsy by Banes World, Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji, Kyiv by Tom Misch/Yussef Dayes, Ylang Ylang by FKJ/Bas, West Coast by The Neighbourhood, August Twelve by Khruangbin...yeah!

Thank you so much for the ask! Btw does anyone else listen to these artists? o.o hahaha

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Random Writer Questions

Can be for canon, non-canon, fanfics, RPs, OCs, or anything in between.

Who’s your favorite character to write?

Who’s your least favorite to write?

Who’s your favorite character overall?

Which character(s) do you love to hate?

What’s the easiest thing to write for you?

What’s the hardest thing to write for you?

Do you plan everything out before you write or do you sit down and go with the flow?

What songs do you listen to get in the writing mood?

Do you have songs that you associate with certain characters?

How do you get around a writer’s block, if anything?

Is there a certain type of character you favor writing over the others?

What is one character you love but rarely/never write? 

Is there one character that always fights you when you try writing them?

What is your go-to ‘self-indulgent’ genre of writing (such as comfort, angst, enemies to friends, etc.)?

What two characters did you never expect to work together?

What’s one writing weakness you want to work on?

Are you prone to leaving unfinished WIPs or do you strive to finish everything you write?

What is one theme/storyline/idea you wish to write but never have?

What is one story idea you have in your head right now?

&- Free slot, ask your own question here.